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This site contains fictional stories with graphic and explicit descriptions
of sexual activities, and not suitable for minors or prudes. If you are
under 18 year of age, do not enter this site as it is illegal for you to do
so and you are not welcome here. Also if you are offended by sexually
explicit stories, do not enter this site, as I do not wish to offend your
sensibilities. Having said that, by entering this site you are
representing that you are at least 18 years old and do so of your own free
will and are not offended in any way by sexually explicit stories. The
stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other
entities is purely coincidental.
THE SLIPPERY SLOPE by Art Martin
CHAPTER 6 PARTY TIME
Don was chagrined to discover that Jan was already home when he drove
into the garage. He could smell Krystal's pussy juice all over his face,
hands, and groin. Even with his hands on the steering wheel, he could
smell a faint pungent odor on his thumb. The same pungent odor was
emanating from his groin. 'Oh, shit! All right, all right, be cool. Just
get in the house and get a shower. Don't say hello, don't give her an
opportunity to catch the unmistakable smell. Make beeline to the shower.'
He walked directly into the kitchen from the garage and there she was.
"Where have you been?" she asked with an accusatory tone.
"Work."
"It's nearly six. I called your office around four and your new
secretary told me you had left for the day."
"Uh..."
"Look at you. Did you go to work that way?"
"Sure. I took my coat and tie off, is that a crime?"
"Your shirt isn't buttoned correctly."
"Huh?" Don looked down and to his dismay saw that he had misaligned the
buttons and buttonholes and his shirt was skewed. 'Oh, shit!' He looked up
and Jan was in his face with her nose skewed.
"Who were you sleeping with?"
"What?"
"I can smell it, Don. You've been wallowing in some girl's pussy, and
if my nose is correct, you did her in the butt too!"
Don was speechless. His mind raced for a plausible explanation but he
could find none and stood there dumbly.
"Look. I may not be absolutely sure as to exactly what you've been up
to, but I promise that there's going to be a big change in our relationship
because of it. Get my drift? Now we don't have the time right this moment
to discuss this because Jim and Anne will be by to pick us up at seven.
Anne's been looking forward to tonight for a long time, longer than you
know. Now, in order that everyone, including you and me, has a good time
tonight, Anne and I are swapping dates. You're Anne's date and I'm Jim's
date. Now go get a shower, get cleaned up, and dressed. I've laid your
clothes out for tonight on the bed. You also need to drop the boys off at
the Jameson's and be back here by seven, so you need to get moving. Now
I've got to get ready." Jan turned and walked out of the kitchen to the
master bedroom.
Don put the palm of his hand to his forehead. 'Oh, shit! How could you
have caused this? Sixteen years of a great marriage up in smoke. The
years were hard sometimes, but not because of anything Jan or I did. We
were always in love with each other. I'm still in love with her, always
will be.'
"Don!" came the call from somewhere in the house. "Go get ready!"
With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, he sauntered off to shower, shit
and shave. Jan was sitting at her vanity, putting her make up on when he
found the clothes she had laid out for him. "I'm supposed to wear this?"
"Yes, Don. Anne brought the shirt over earlier. She bought it for Jim,
but she wants her date to match her outfit, so you get to wear it."
"I need an undershirt."
"No, Don. You don't wear an undershirt with that shirt. Just put
everything on that's laid out for you."
Don started dressing. "Hey, this shirt is missing buttons."
"No, it's not. That's how it was styled."
The fire engine red shirt had no buttons from the wideopen collar to
almost to his belly button and was cut so that an open "V" plunged from his
neck, displaying a swath of muscle and skin as well as the dark wooly hair
on his chest. The black suit was his. It was a sleek twobutton, Italian
design. "The gold chain too?"
"Yes, Don. It's been years since you worn it. It'll make you look cool
and prosperous." He put on the heavy gold chain. Jan had bought it for him
years ago when they frequented discoth�ques. "Come here and I'll do your
hair."
"What?"
"Come here Don, we don't have all day." Normally he wore his hair dry,
neatly parted and brushed to the side. Jan put some gel in his hair and
combed it straight back. "Now once the gel dries, your hair will stay in
place all night.
By the time he put his Gucci shoes on the gel had set. "Jesus, this
stuff is like cement!"
"Quit whining. That's how your date wants it. Now are you ready to go
drop off the boys?"
Don was scoping himself out in the mirror. 'Hmmmmmm, not bad. Yeah,
very sexy!' "Yeah, I'm ready. How do I look?"
Jan turned and studied her husband in his new garb. "Frankly, you look
terrific. I only wish you would dress for me like that sometimes."
"Maybe I will. Be back before seven." As he was heading to the bedroom
door, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Jan!"
It was Judy Moore, Jessica's mother who had come to pickup Lori and
Bonnie for a sleepover. "Whoa! Look at you handsome! What...a... stud!"
"Uh, thanks," he said trying not to gloat. He turned and called,
"Bonnie! Lori! Judy Moore is here to pick you up!" The two pretty girls
came bounding to the door, gushing over with enthusiasm as usual.
"Oh, Daddy! Look at you!" exclaimed Lori.
"Yeah, you look soooooo sexy!" added Bonnie with a laugh.
"All right girls, you two mind Judy," instructed the father.
"We will Daddy!" they sang out in unison. As Lori gave him a kiss on
the cheek she whispered, "I really enjoyed last night." Bonnie kissed him
and whispered, "Maybe Mommy will go to the farm next weekend," then giggled
at her naughty and not so subtle plan.
Just being near his nubile girls caused his cock to stir. He wanted to
hug each girl, kiss her, and show her his deep love for her. 'And skewer
your hot little cunts too.' He closed the door and found Toby waiting for
him with his backpack.
"Hey Dad! You look cool!"
"Thanks Toby. Where are you headed too?"
"Oh we're going to camp at Rockford Bluff State Park."
"Great place! I'm supposed to drop you boys off..."
"The Jameson's."
"Right. Let's go."
Don had just parked his car in the garage when Jim and Anne drove up.
He waved and went inside and called for Jan. A minute later she came out
of the house. She wore a gold lamiae dress with spaghetti straps that
showed more than enough tit to be enticing. There was a slit up the left
side that rose to the top of her hip. Though she wore a thong, there was
no sign that she wore any panties whatsoever. The gold high heel sandals
and the short hemline showed off her shapely legs to great advantage.
"You look great, Honey," said Don honestly.
"Thanks, Don," she said civilly.
Jim walked up, kissed her on the cheek and escorted her to the right
front passenger seat. Jan smiled knowingly as she caught him trying to
sneak a peak down her dress.
Don held the back door open for his date. As his sister walked by, he
saw that each ass cheek was clearly outlined in the thin, clinging fabric
of her red dress. The dress was very revealing and he knew she wore
absolutely nothing beneath the dress. Anne was as sexy as they come and
Don fought to keep his dick in check. As she got in the car, Don hoped
he'd catch a glimpse of her pussy.
As they drove to the 'Old Havana Club' Jan sat close to Jim and Anne sat
close to Don. The conversation was amicable and revolved mostly around how
good everyone looked, including Jim. He too, wore an open shirt and
jacket, but not a shirt as deeply open as Don's
They walked into the club and everywhere they went, heads turned
checking out the two sexy women and their handsome escorts. All through
dinner, the girls openly flirted with their date. Soon Jim was loosened up
enough to flirt back with Jan.
After the anxiety of the day Don found it hard to loosen up and return
his sister's playful advances. Jan knew him better than himself. She
leaned over to him and said, "Relax, Honey and have fun. She loves you. I
love you. I know you've been a bad boy. I love you anyway. It's okay.
Tonight is very special, so let yourself go and enjoy it." She kissed him
on the cheek and returned her attentions to Jim.
Don felt an enormous load lift from his shoulders, yet he couldn't
figure her out. One minute he was headed for a divorce, going to jail, or
something else awful and now it was all okay, just like that, no
explanation. 'Women, go figure.'
By the time dinner was over and the table was cleared, everyone was as
comfortable as four friends could be. The band began to play the sensual
music of the classical Latin dances of South America, the rumba, and tango,
as well as more intimate slow pieces. The moves and steps they had learned
five years ago at the dance studio began to flow effortlessly. Jim and Don
had been reluctant to take the lessons, but once they learned, they never
had any regrets. Now as the two handsome studs danced effortlessly,
intimately and erotically with their stunning foxes they were the envy of
every clod in the joint who had never bothered to learn the pleasure of
dancing with a lady.
Anne had Don hot trot. He delighted at the sight of her big nipples,
seemingly forever erect, outlined in the thin fabric. He delighted at the
sight of the near half globes of her ample bosoms displayed by the deep
plunging neckline of her dress. He delighted at the sight of her
curvaceous figure revealed by the barebacked dress. He delighted at the
sight of her bare legs. He delighted at the revealing outline of her
buttocks. He delighted at the prospect of catching of a fleeting glimpse
of her bare bottom as she twirled on the dance floor. He delighted when
she ran her hand in his open shirt, played in the hair of his chest, and
dragged her long fingernails across his bare chest. He delighted at the
sensation of her full breasts pressing close to his chest as they danced,
and when his hand slipped down into the back of her dress, he delighted at
the sensuous feel of the cleft of her buttocks. She made no effort to
remove his hand, even as he grew increasingly bold. The nearly constant
bulge in his pants advertised to all his sexual arousal and he lewdly
rubbed his crotch into hers every chance he got.
Don found it curious that he wasn't jealous of Jim pawing his wife. He
watched and during nearly every dance, Jim's right hand was thrust between
the slit of her skirt and he brazenly held her bare ass cheek. At every
opportunity, Jim would rake his hand across her boobs or her body and he
even sometimes hiked her skirt just enough to give anyone looking an
eyeful. Back at the table, Jim nuzzled and kissed her neck and her ears and
they openly kissed as only lovers kiss.
'Jan was right,' Don reflected, 'this is a special night.' He protested
when Anne announced that she was ready to go home. "It's still early! Why
go? We're having a great time."
She gave him an unsisterly kiss and said, "Yes, but remember, this is
my party."
On the short ride home, Jan snuggled in close with Jim as he drove. He
nearly wrecked the car when Jan began rubbing his penis and nearly ran a
red light when her probing hand found bare cock flesh. Don couldn't see
what was happening in front and didn't much care much. His tongue was
dancing with Anne's and his hands roamed unopposed across the tits he had
worshiped since he was twelve, measuring their heft and firmness for the
first time, luxuriating in the feel of her big nipples and puffy aureoles
ringed with tiny papules.
'Damn!' thought Don as Jim pulled into his garage, 'We're there already?
We've got to get out? Go inside? What for? Play a game? Play Trivial
Pursuit again! Can't we just ride around for a little while longer?' He
lingered in the back seat with his sister not wanting the evening to end as
his wife and brotherinlaw retired inside. Anne unfastened his trousers
and stroked his raging cock. Anne could hardly close her fingers around
his thick shaft. A wave of guilt hit him. "Oh, shit!" he cried, "We
shouldn't do this Sis."
She lustfully whispered to him, "Why not? I want it. You want it. Oh
Don, you don't know how long I've wanted your big cock. How long I've
yearned to be filled by you; yearned for you to make love to me all night
long. Wanted and dreamed of you taking me, over and over again all through
the night."
"Oh, shit!"
"Let's go inside and make it happen, dear brother." She abruptly got out
of the car. Don sat dazed for a moment with his cock poking out of his
open fly.
"Oh, shit," he muttered, over and over. It wasn't that he didn't want
to fuck his sister, he had fantasized and longed for the opportunity ever
since he was twelve, maybe even before. It was just that he was concerned
for Jan. 'What would she think? What would she do? We'd had always been
faithful to each other, well up until yesterday.' "What about Jan?" he
pleading asked his sister.
"Oh come on, Don! Don't be such a boy scout," chided Anne. "This is my
party, and don't spoil it!" Don eased out the car and followed her into the
house, not believing that his lifelong desire for his sister was about to
be fulfilled.
They had just entered the den as Jan pulled her dress over her head. In
one motion she was totally nude save for her gold high heel shoes. Jim was
sitting on the sofa, his shirt open and his pants in a pile on the floor.
His teninch cock seemed so incredibly long. Jan straddled him and began
to sink down on his cock. Using her legs to rise and fall on the long
cock, Jan lewdly fucked her brotherinlaw.
"Oh look Don," said Anne breathlessly, "have you ever seen anything so
erotic?" Don was speechless as he watched his erstwhile faithful wife fuck
his best friend and brotherinlaw.
"Oh my god," Anne hissed. "That's so wickedly bad. Don't you just love
it?"
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of sexual activities, and not suitable for minors or prudes. If you are
under 18 year of age, do not enter this site as it is illegal for you to do
so and you are not welcome here. Also if you are offended by sexually
explicit stories, do not enter this site, as I do not wish to offend your
sensibilities. Having said that, by entering this site you are
representing that you are at least 18 years old and do so of your own free
will and are not offended in any way by sexually explicit stories. The
stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other
entities is purely coincidental.
THE SLIPPERY SLOPE by Art Martin
CHAPTER 6 PARTY TIME
Don was chagrined to discover that Jan was already home when he drove
into the garage. He could smell Krystal's pussy juice all over his face,
hands, and groin. Even with his hands on the steering wheel, he could
smell a faint pungent odor on his thumb. The same pungent odor was
emanating from his groin. 'Oh, shit! All right, all right, be cool. Just
get in the house and get a shower. Don't say hello, don't give her an
opportunity to catch the unmistakable smell. Make beeline to the shower.'
He walked directly into the kitchen from the garage and there she was.
"Where have you been?" she asked with an accusatory tone.
"Work."
"It's nearly six. I called your office around four and your new
secretary told me you had left for the day."
"Uh..."
"Look at you. Did you go to work that way?"
"Sure. I took my coat and tie off, is that a crime?"
"Your shirt isn't buttoned correctly."
"Huh?" Don looked down and to his dismay saw that he had misaligned the
buttons and buttonholes and his shirt was skewed. 'Oh, shit!' He looked up
and Jan was in his face with her nose skewed.
"Who were you sleeping with?"
"What?"
"I can smell it, Don. You've been wallowing in some girl's pussy, and
if my nose is correct, you did her in the butt too!"
Don was speechless. His mind raced for a plausible explanation but he
could find none and stood there dumbly.
"Look. I may not be absolutely sure as to exactly what you've been up
to, but I promise that there's going to be a big change in our relationship
because of it. Get my drift? Now we don't have the time right this moment
to discuss this because Jim and Anne will be by to pick us up at seven.
Anne's been looking forward to tonight for a long time, longer than you
know. Now, in order that everyone, including you and me, has a good time
tonight, Anne and I are swapping dates. You're Anne's date and I'm Jim's
date. Now go get a shower, get cleaned up, and dressed. I've laid your
clothes out for tonight on the bed. You also need to drop the boys off at
the Jameson's and be back here by seven, so you need to get moving. Now
I've got to get ready." Jan turned and walked out of the kitchen to the
master bedroom.
Don put the palm of his hand to his forehead. 'Oh, shit! How could you
have caused this? Sixteen years of a great marriage up in smoke. The
years were hard sometimes, but not because of anything Jan or I did. We
were always in love with each other. I'm still in love with her, always
will be.'
"Don!" came the call from somewhere in the house. "Go get ready!"
With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, he sauntered off to shower, shit
and shave. Jan was sitting at her vanity, putting her make up on when he
found the clothes she had laid out for him. "I'm supposed to wear this?"
"Yes, Don. Anne brought the shirt over earlier. She bought it for Jim,
but she wants her date to match her outfit, so you get to wear it."
"I need an undershirt."
"No, Don. You don't wear an undershirt with that shirt. Just put
everything on that's laid out for you."
Don started dressing. "Hey, this shirt is missing buttons."
"No, it's not. That's how it was styled."
The fire engine red shirt had no buttons from the wideopen collar to
almost to his belly button and was cut so that an open "V" plunged from his
neck, displaying a swath of muscle and skin as well as the dark wooly hair
on his chest. The black suit was his. It was a sleek twobutton, Italian
design. "The gold chain too?"
"Yes, Don. It's been years since you worn it. It'll make you look cool
and prosperous." He put on the heavy gold chain. Jan had bought it for him
years ago when they frequented discoth�ques. "Come here and I'll do your
hair."
"What?"
"Come here Don, we don't have all day." Normally he wore his hair dry,
neatly parted and brushed to the side. Jan put some gel in his hair and
combed it straight back. "Now once the gel dries, your hair will stay in
place all night.
By the time he put his Gucci shoes on the gel had set. "Jesus, this
stuff is like cement!"
"Quit whining. That's how your date wants it. Now are you ready to go
drop off the boys?"
Don was scoping himself out in the mirror. 'Hmmmmmm, not bad. Yeah,
very sexy!' "Yeah, I'm ready. How do I look?"
Jan turned and studied her husband in his new garb. "Frankly, you look
terrific. I only wish you would dress for me like that sometimes."
"Maybe I will. Be back before seven." As he was heading to the bedroom
door, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Jan!"
It was Judy Moore, Jessica's mother who had come to pickup Lori and
Bonnie for a sleepover. "Whoa! Look at you handsome! What...a... stud!"
"Uh, thanks," he said trying not to gloat. He turned and called,
"Bonnie! Lori! Judy Moore is here to pick you up!" The two pretty girls
came bounding to the door, gushing over with enthusiasm as usual.
"Oh, Daddy! Look at you!" exclaimed Lori.
"Yeah, you look soooooo sexy!" added Bonnie with a laugh.
"All right girls, you two mind Judy," instructed the father.
"We will Daddy!" they sang out in unison. As Lori gave him a kiss on
the cheek she whispered, "I really enjoyed last night." Bonnie kissed him
and whispered, "Maybe Mommy will go to the farm next weekend," then giggled
at her naughty and not so subtle plan.
Just being near his nubile girls caused his cock to stir. He wanted to
hug each girl, kiss her, and show her his deep love for her. 'And skewer
your hot little cunts too.' He closed the door and found Toby waiting for
him with his backpack.
"Hey Dad! You look cool!"
"Thanks Toby. Where are you headed too?"
"Oh we're going to camp at Rockford Bluff State Park."
"Great place! I'm supposed to drop you boys off..."
"The Jameson's."
"Right. Let's go."
Don had just parked his car in the garage when Jim and Anne drove up.
He waved and went inside and called for Jan. A minute later she came out
of the house. She wore a gold lamiae dress with spaghetti straps that
showed more than enough tit to be enticing. There was a slit up the left
side that rose to the top of her hip. Though she wore a thong, there was
no sign that she wore any panties whatsoever. The gold high heel sandals
and the short hemline showed off her shapely legs to great advantage.
"You look great, Honey," said Don honestly.
"Thanks, Don," she said civilly.
Jim walked up, kissed her on the cheek and escorted her to the right
front passenger seat. Jan smiled knowingly as she caught him trying to
sneak a peak down her dress.
Don held the back door open for his date. As his sister walked by, he
saw that each ass cheek was clearly outlined in the thin, clinging fabric
of her red dress. The dress was very revealing and he knew she wore
absolutely nothing beneath the dress. Anne was as sexy as they come and
Don fought to keep his dick in check. As she got in the car, Don hoped
he'd catch a glimpse of her pussy.
As they drove to the 'Old Havana Club' Jan sat close to Jim and Anne sat
close to Don. The conversation was amicable and revolved mostly around how
good everyone looked, including Jim. He too, wore an open shirt and
jacket, but not a shirt as deeply open as Don's
They walked into the club and everywhere they went, heads turned
checking out the two sexy women and their handsome escorts. All through
dinner, the girls openly flirted with their date. Soon Jim was loosened up
enough to flirt back with Jan.
After the anxiety of the day Don found it hard to loosen up and return
his sister's playful advances. Jan knew him better than himself. She
leaned over to him and said, "Relax, Honey and have fun. She loves you. I
love you. I know you've been a bad boy. I love you anyway. It's okay.
Tonight is very special, so let yourself go and enjoy it." She kissed him
on the cheek and returned her attentions to Jim.
Don felt an enormous load lift from his shoulders, yet he couldn't
figure her out. One minute he was headed for a divorce, going to jail, or
something else awful and now it was all okay, just like that, no
explanation. 'Women, go figure.'
By the time dinner was over and the table was cleared, everyone was as
comfortable as four friends could be. The band began to play the sensual
music of the classical Latin dances of South America, the rumba, and tango,
as well as more intimate slow pieces. The moves and steps they had learned
five years ago at the dance studio began to flow effortlessly. Jim and Don
had been reluctant to take the lessons, but once they learned, they never
had any regrets. Now as the two handsome studs danced effortlessly,
intimately and erotically with their stunning foxes they were the envy of
every clod in the joint who had never bothered to learn the pleasure of
dancing with a lady.
Anne had Don hot trot. He delighted at the sight of her big nipples,
seemingly forever erect, outlined in the thin fabric. He delighted at the
sight of the near half globes of her ample bosoms displayed by the deep
plunging neckline of her dress. He delighted at the sight of her
curvaceous figure revealed by the barebacked dress. He delighted at the
sight of her bare legs. He delighted at the revealing outline of her
buttocks. He delighted at the prospect of catching of a fleeting glimpse
of her bare bottom as she twirled on the dance floor. He delighted when
she ran her hand in his open shirt, played in the hair of his chest, and
dragged her long fingernails across his bare chest. He delighted at the
sensation of her full breasts pressing close to his chest as they danced,
and when his hand slipped down into the back of her dress, he delighted at
the sensuous feel of the cleft of her buttocks. She made no effort to
remove his hand, even as he grew increasingly bold. The nearly constant
bulge in his pants advertised to all his sexual arousal and he lewdly
rubbed his crotch into hers every chance he got.
Don found it curious that he wasn't jealous of Jim pawing his wife. He
watched and during nearly every dance, Jim's right hand was thrust between
the slit of her skirt and he brazenly held her bare ass cheek. At every
opportunity, Jim would rake his hand across her boobs or her body and he
even sometimes hiked her skirt just enough to give anyone looking an
eyeful. Back at the table, Jim nuzzled and kissed her neck and her ears and
they openly kissed as only lovers kiss.
'Jan was right,' Don reflected, 'this is a special night.' He protested
when Anne announced that she was ready to go home. "It's still early! Why
go? We're having a great time."
She gave him an unsisterly kiss and said, "Yes, but remember, this is
my party."
On the short ride home, Jan snuggled in close with Jim as he drove. He
nearly wrecked the car when Jan began rubbing his penis and nearly ran a
red light when her probing hand found bare cock flesh. Don couldn't see
what was happening in front and didn't much care much. His tongue was
dancing with Anne's and his hands roamed unopposed across the tits he had
worshiped since he was twelve, measuring their heft and firmness for the
first time, luxuriating in the feel of her big nipples and puffy aureoles
ringed with tiny papules.
'Damn!' thought Don as Jim pulled into his garage, 'We're there already?
We've got to get out? Go inside? What for? Play a game? Play Trivial
Pursuit again! Can't we just ride around for a little while longer?' He
lingered in the back seat with his sister not wanting the evening to end as
his wife and brotherinlaw retired inside. Anne unfastened his trousers
and stroked his raging cock. Anne could hardly close her fingers around
his thick shaft. A wave of guilt hit him. "Oh, shit!" he cried, "We
shouldn't do this Sis."
She lustfully whispered to him, "Why not? I want it. You want it. Oh
Don, you don't know how long I've wanted your big cock. How long I've
yearned to be filled by you; yearned for you to make love to me all night
long. Wanted and dreamed of you taking me, over and over again all through
the night."
"Oh, shit!"
"Let's go inside and make it happen, dear brother." She abruptly got out
of the car. Don sat dazed for a moment with his cock poking out of his
open fly.
"Oh, shit," he muttered, over and over. It wasn't that he didn't want
to fuck his sister, he had fantasized and longed for the opportunity ever
since he was twelve, maybe even before. It was just that he was concerned
for Jan. 'What would she think? What would she do? We'd had always been
faithful to each other, well up until yesterday.' "What about Jan?" he
pleading asked his sister.
"Oh come on, Don! Don't be such a boy scout," chided Anne. "This is my
party, and don't spoil it!" Don eased out the car and followed her into the
house, not believing that his lifelong desire for his sister was about to
be fulfilled.
They had just entered the den as Jan pulled her dress over her head. In
one motion she was totally nude save for her gold high heel shoes. Jim was
sitting on the sofa, his shirt open and his pants in a pile on the floor.
His teninch cock seemed so incredibly long. Jan straddled him and began
to sink down on his cock. Using her legs to rise and fall on the long
cock, Jan lewdly fucked her brotherinlaw.
"Oh look Don," said Anne breathlessly, "have you ever seen anything so
erotic?" Don was speechless as he watched his erstwhile faithful wife fuck
his best friend and brotherinlaw.
"Oh my god," Anne hissed. "That's so wickedly bad. Don't you just love
it?"
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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I WAS A TEENAGE PET By Frank Downey
Ever been a pet? I have. It isn't fun, believe me. But I can only
blame myself. I let it happen.
I arrived on campus for my first year of University rather unschooled,
socially. I'd slipped through high school practically unnoticed. I had a
small circle of friends, but that was pretty much it. And my personality
didn't helpI'm a conciliator. I don't like confrontation. I back down,
hoping to blend into the crowd. Unfortunately, I fell right out of the
crowd.
I was hoping college would be different. Then, the first week I was
there, I met Sydney.
Sydney was a Goddessthere's no other way to describe her. She was
gorgeous, vivacious, the center of attentionthe Homecoming Queen
stereotype writ large. I was gone.
And she noticed me. Out of all the wellwishers genuflecting at her
magnificence, she picked me out. She needed help with a paper, and asked
me.
I was so thrilled she noticed me that I barely noticed that I didn't
help her with the paper so much as flatout wrote it for her.
This began the pattern. She noticed me, asked me to do something, and I
gladly compliedbowing and scraping while I was at it. This went on for,
believe it or not, two and a half years.
What happened, however, is that I gradually started changing. Being
sucked into Sydney's orbit put me in contact with people. Now, while many
of them thought I was a laughingstockwhich I wasnot all of them did.
Coley, for example; Coley Davenport. Coleythat's short for Nicole, and
don't call her Nikkihad been Sydney's best friend since high school.
Coley was a Sidekick. You know the type; every Goddess has one. Not quite
as pretty, not quite as popular, not quite as vivacious. The
almostbutnotquite reflection that the Goddess could bask in. Sometimes,
there's even genuine friendship. As far as I knew, that was the case
between Sydney and Coley.
Coley, however, was one of the first to warn me about what Sydney was
doing to me. I, of coursebeing blind as a bat when it came to the foibles
of my Goddessdisagreed. I got to know Coley, though, and as long as we
didn't talk about Sydney, we got along great.
Coley was cute and sexy, both being embodied in her eyesbig huge
soulful liquid green things. But, she had a boyfriend, and I was blinded
by Sydney. I noticed Coley, but I wasn't interested. I did like her,
however, and we quickly became friends. As I occupied myself waiting for
Sydney's beck and call; and as Coley occupied herself waiting for her
boyfriend to pay attention to her, something that happened far too
infrequently to my eyeswe talked. We talked about anything and
everything. I'd never talked to anyone as easily as I talked to Coley.
Especially if you narrow it down to girls.
But I was still stuck in Sydney's orbit. I wasn't there for Coley, I
was there for Sydney. And Sydney took advantage.
Things started to change junior year. It started, actually, at
Christmas break. Suddenly, back home, surrounded by the same people that
had barely noticed me my whole lifeI made friends. I ran into people I
had gone to high school with, and somehow found myself holding up my end of
the conversation. I even got invited to a New Year's Eve party. When
there, I found myself in a heavy makeout session with Tina D'Alessandro, a
cute girl two years younger than I, that I'd known a little bit but never
dared approach. Tina made it clear that she'd like to pick up where we had
left off, when we both got back the next summer. Amazing.
So, I went back to school full of newfound confidenceand found myself
sucked right back into being Sydney's gopher. I didn't even think about
what I was doing.
Until the beginning of February. That was the first time I woke up.
The occasion was Sydney's 21st birthday party. Her parents came up to
campus, rented out a hotel ballroomthey went all out. Anything for their
princess. There were 200 people there. I was thrilled to be invited.
Of course, I wasn't invited to be a guestI was invited to be a slave.
It was the most humiliating experience of my life. Sydney had usually done
her you'remypet routine in private, or in front of her inner circle. Now
she was doing it in front of 200 people. The snickering laughter started
to get to me, especially when I saw Sydney joining in. Coley gave me a
pitiful glare. Even Sydney's mother looked at me in something approaching
horror. I finally got it. It finally sunk in. Halfway through the party,
I did what I should have done long ago. I walked out.
Sydney tried her best to get her pet back. She called me incessantly.
Of course, my Goddess's attention showered upon me made me start to waver,
much to my shame. But I was considering returning to her orbit, idiot that
I am.
Until three weeks after the party. It finally sunk in what she was
really like. And it wasn't even something she did to me.
It was The Video. It spread all over campus like lightning. I saw it.
The rumor was that Sydney herself filmed it and made sure it spread. It
was flatout porn, starring Sydney herself. It was a video of Sydney
getting her brains fucked out.
You'd think I would've been thrilled to see my Goddess in all her glory,
in the throes of passion, even if it wasn't me fucking her. I wasn't.
Because the shock of the video wasn't what she was doingit was who she was
doing it with.
Max Schuller. Coley's boyfriend. Poor Coley. And I thought Sydney had
humiliated meColey was supposed to be her best friend!
That's the moment I stopped thinking of Sydney as a Goddess. I finally
saw her as the small, sad, viciously cruel person she really was. And I
felt so bad for Coley. For three days after the video had spread, I didn't
see Coley around at all. And that was unusualwe had classes close by to
each other, and we often ate dinner together.
On the fourth day, I finally saw her. I was eating dinner, and she
appeared in the dining hall and got in line to get food. She looked awful.
And then I saw the other people in the dining hall react to her
presencewith staring, pointing, and snickering. Coley looked like she was
going to cry. Finally, she got out of the line and fled.
Damn. She looked like she hadn't eaten in three daysor slept, for that
matter. I had to do something. Coley was my pal. She didn't deserve
this.
I got up and walked over to Yin Mao's, the Chinese take out joint
favored by a lot of students, including Coley and myself. I'd been there
with her so I knew what she liked. I got her favorites and headed for her
room.
She didn't want to open the door. I knew she was in there, I heard the
sniffling. Finally, I yelled, "Coley, it's Hunter. Come on, open up. I'm
worried about you."
She finally did. Seeing her closeup, she really looked bad. She had a
single room, so there was no roommate to check up on her. I had this awful
image of her sitting in this room all alone for three days, crying.
She let me in and slumped into her desk chair. I sat on her bed. "I
saw you in the dining hall just now. I was worried."
"Oh, God, it's all so humiliating," she moaned.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Well, I had some soup," she said feebly.
"Coley, you need to eat."
"I can't go back down there!"
"You don't have to." She hadn't noticed the bag. I walked over to her,
plopped the bag down on her desk, then walked back to the bed. "I went to
Yin Mao's for you. Shrimp fried rice, Moo Goo Gai Pan, chicken wings. All
your favorites."
She looked at the bag, then at me, then back at the bag. Then she
flashed me a genuine smile. "Hunter McKinley, you're a saint!" She ripped
open the bag, then tore into the food likewell, like someone who hadn't
eaten in three days.
"Want some?" she asked.
"Nah. I already ate."
After she had filled herself, she put the leftovers in the fridge, and
came over to me. "Hunter, you're the nicest person on campus, and that's a
fact. Thank you." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I smiled, and saidrather unthinkingly, "What are friends for?"
"What are friends for?" she said bitterly. "Fucking your boyfriend,
apparently." Then the tears started, and just wouldn't stop. Before I knew
it, she was in my lap, holding on for dear life. I just put my arms around
her and let her cry it out.
"Thank you again," she sniffled after she had calmed down.
"Any time."
"I'm just so humiliated. How could she do this to me? We're supposed
to be best friends!"
"I don't know how either of them could do it."
"Oh, Max I can almost understand. He is a guy."
"So what? It doesn't matter. I know all about the temptations of
Sydney, believe me, but if you have a girlfriend, you keep it in your
pants. If you treated him like shit, I might almost see it, but you don't."
"He might disagree with that." She took a deep breath. "What was on
that video? Max and I never did that." I looked down at her. "We've done
everything else, but I'm still, you know, a virgin."
"Waiting for the wedding night?"
"Not at all. Waiting for the right time. I guess Max figured, if two
years wasn't long enough, it never was going to happen." She sighed. "He
was probably right."
"Why?"
"It just never feltwell, it's this. I want my first time to be
special, you know? I want it to be good." She sighed again. "Hunter, Max
is selfish. It's all about Max. Even when we were just fooling around, if
he was satisfied, that's all that mattered. Even out of bed, he's like
that."
"Why on earth did you stay with him for two years?"
"Because he wanted me. Look, I've been Sydney's best friend for a long
time. Do you know what that's like when it comes to guys? Do you think
any of them notice me? No way. Not until Max. He paid attention to me.
He told me he loved me. He never paid any attention to Sydney. Or so I
thought."
"You and I are two of a kind, you know that?" She looked at me. I
continued, "We'll put up with all kinds of shit if you only pay attention
to us."
She laughed bitterly. "You're right."
"All those times you told me Sydney was taking advantage of me. Your
conscience was probably telling you the same thing about Max."
"You're right again. But that little nagging doubt in the back of my
mind, that's what kept me from going all the way with him."
"I'll bet you're glad now you never did."
"Yes and no," she sighed. "I might've kept him if I had."
"You deserve better."
"Thank you," she smiled. "I don't know. Part of the problem is that
I've built up the allimportant First Time in my mind, probably too much.
I've been thinking about it. I should just get it over with."
"Not with Max."
"No way. I mean, just pick a friend. Someone I know that'd treat me
right. Get it out of the way."
I was becoming increasingly aware that she was talking about having
sexwhile she was still sitting in my lap! This was provoking an
inevitable but unwelcome reaction in a certain part of my bodythe part
that was right under her ass. She had to feel it.
"What do you think?" she asked right then.
What do I think? I can't think at the moment! What I said was, "Well,
I don't know. Who would you pick? You'd want someone experienced."
"Not necessarily. Look, I might be a virgin, but, as I said, I've
fooled around. Now, that was mostly unsatisfying, but I know what I like.
I read a lot. Erotica."
"Erotica?"
"Yeah, sexy stories. They're all over the internet. Some of them are
almost like howto manuals," she giggled. "Plus, I know what makes me feel
good. So, yeah, I could go to bed with an inexperienced guy, as long as he
was willing to let me tell him what I liked and stuff. You know, someone
who likes me and respects me and wouldn't mind experimenting. And he'd
have to be sweet and gentle."
"That's a pretty hefty set of requirements," I laughed. "Where you
going to find someone like that?"
"I found him already," she said quietly. Then she looked right at me
with those liquid green eyes. "I'm sitting on his lap."
WHAT? Before I could say a word to that, Coley was reaching up to her
blouse, and unbuttoning it!
"Coley, what are you doing?"
She shrugged out of her blouse. She was sitting on my freakin' lap with
her boobs barely held in by a lacy red bra! She smiled up at me. "Hunter?
I've made up my mind. I want you."
"What? No!"
"I don't turn you on?"
"It's not that."
"No, it's true." Her face fell. "I don't turn you on. You're still
blinded by Sydney, just like everybody else."
"Sydney makes me want to throw up," I informed her. "As far as you
turning me onJesus, Coley, the evidence is right under your ass."
She looked at me, and thenfinally realizingher eyes opened wide. She
pushed her ass into my lap a little bit, then giggled. "OK, so I do turn
you on. So why are you turning me down?"
"Because you're not thinking straight. You're upset."
"I told you, I've been thinking about this for some time."
"Not with me."
"Yes," she practically whispered. "If I hadn't been stupidly clinging
to Max, and if you hadn't been blinded by Sydney, I would've asked you out
long ago."
"WHAT?"
"It's true. You said it, earlier. We're two of a kind. I realized
that some time ago. We both crave attention. We both have it to give.
Why not give it to each other?" She got off my lap, and kneeled on the bed
in front of me. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Oh my GOD. Her
breasts were just perfect. Not too big, not too small, and firm and ripe.
Then she smiled, stood up off the bed, and pulled down her jeans. Her
panties went with them.
Her pussy was shaved!
My erection was threatening to burst right out of my pants as she stood
before me in all her glory. "Hunter?" she said softly. "Please don't say
no." I couldn't say anything. She walked back over to the bed, kneeled in
front of me again, and reached for my shirt.
I made a decision, but still had one reservation. "Coley, I don't have
anything."
She looked at me, then realized what I was talking about. "I'm on the
pill," she smiled. She reached for my shirt again, and I helped her get it
off. Then my pants went. We ended up lying on her bed, side by side, both
naked.
"Kiss me," she said.
She didn't have to tell me twice! My lips met hers, hot and demanding,
as we melded our bodies together. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked
out, meeting mine. I slipped my hand in between our bodies and fondled her
breast, causing her to moan in my mouth.
I rubbed her nipple underneath my fingers, feeling it stiffen, as we
ground our mouths into one another. She was moaning softly into me, and
pressing her boob into my hand. I removed my hand from her boobshe moaned
at thatand slid it down towards her groin.
"So why the shave?" I asked as I lightly stroked her.
She giggled. "Max's idea at first. He said if I shaved, he'd go down
on me." I looked at her blanklyI really am a dork sometimes. "You know,
go down on me. Eat my pussy." I nodded and blushed, causing her to giggle
again. "You're so cute. Anyhow, that's why I did it at first." She
sighed. "Of course, after I did it, he went down on me all of once, and
that for thirty whole seconds. But it turns out I liked it shaved."
I looked at her as I gently stroked her. "Did you want me to....?"
"Did I want you to what? Oh, you mean go down on me?" She lit up like a
Christmas tree. "You'd do that?"
"Anything," I said. "But you need to tell me what to do."
"Kiss here first," she whispered, pointing at her tit. "Work your way
down."
I scooched down and wrapped my lips around her erect nipple. I sucked
on it and flicked it with my tongue while Coley moaned below me. I
switched over to the other one after a while. Then I started heading
lower, kissing along her stomach. I tongued her bellybutton and she
giggled. Then I lowered myself so I was lying in between her legs.
"Have you ever...?"
"No. I've never even seen one. Not live and in person, anyway."
She giggled. "Run your tongue up and down it." I did so and she
shuddered. "And right around the opening." I followed her instructions,
even sticking my tongue into her hole, which made her gasp. "Keepkeep
doing that, but...you see up top? That little bump? That's my clit. You
can't start there, you have to work your way up to it, but that's where it
all happens, OK? Just be gentle with it, it gets sensitive."
I grinned up at her, and ran my tongue up and down her pussy. I stuck
my tongue into her and drew it up her labia. She squirmed and moaned.
After a little of this, I flicked her clit with my tongue on the upstroke.
She squeaked. I did that a few more times, and got an idea. "Tell me if
this isn't gentle enough," I said, then I lowered my lips to her clit and
gently sucked on it.
"OH SHIT!" she howled. "Oh Fuck Hunter DON'T STOP!" She grabbed the
back of my head and held my face into her pussy as I sucked on her clit.
"Hunter....I'm gonna...oh GOD yes!" I felt her whole body spasm around my
head and her hips thrashed. She yelped on every spasm, then gasped for air
as she came down. I raised my face from between her legs.
She wheezed for a while, then caught her breath. When she did so, her
eyes fluttered open, and she looked down and me and grinned. "Wow! That
was awesome!" she enthused. "C'mere," she said, pulling on my shoulders,
getting me to crawl up her body. "Kiss me." I did, long and wet. "Wow! I
can taste myself!" I just grinned back at her and rolled my eyes. "Well?
It's exciting! Did you like it?"
"I liked it a whole lot," I told her.
"Really?"
"Really. I'd never thought much about it, but it turns out I like it."
"Max said it was gross."
"I think we've already established that Max is an idiot," I told her.
She grinned at that one. "I liked it. I especially liked watching you."
"You're so sweet." She reached down and grabbed at my dick. "Oh, nice,"
she hissed. "You're bigger than Max." She tugged on it, pulling it toward
her pussy. "Come on, Hunter. Do it."
"It's supposed to hurt the first time," I said worriedly.
"I know. It's OK. The quicker we get that out of the way, the quicker
we can have fun," she giggled. She held my dick and lined it up with her
pussy. "OK, Hunter. Push." I pushed. Oh GOD. The entrance to her pussy
was tight as all hell. Somehow, I managed to slip the head of my dick
through it. "OOOOFFF!" she said. I got the head popped in and kept
pushing. Right away, I ran into her hymen.
"Push, Hunter," she hissed. "Get it over with." I did, plowing through
it in one thrust.
A couple of things happened. Coley howled in pain. I kept going,
suddenly finding myself all the way buried into her. Coley looked up at me
and moaned, eyes wide with surprise. And then, losing all controlI came.
"SHIT!" I blurted, as I found myself go deep into her. "I couldn't
stop! Damn!"
Coley looked up at me, eyes still a little unfocused, then realized what
was happening. She actually giggled!
"It's OK," she said, after I had stopped. "It's common from what I
hear. I don't mind."
"Damn," I said.
"Really, Hunter. You gave me one with your tongue, remember? At least
I'm not a virgin anymore." That's when she realized something. I hadn't,
yet. "Hunter? You're notI mean, you're still......hmmm." That's when I
realized itI was still in her, and still semihard. "Let me try
something," she said. She wiggled her hips up against mine. I went from
semihard to completely hard in a second!
"There we go!" she grinned. "Take two?"
"You OK? No pain?"
"Nope. It only lasted a minute."
"Good." I started slowly moving in and out of her. I was trying to take
my time, I didn't want to blow again in three seconds. Coley was panting
and gasping every time I slid back into her.
"Oh, shit, Hunter, that's so good!" she moaned. I kept pushing into
her. As I did, that's when it finally dawned on methat I was actually
having sex!
We must have been reading each other's minds or something, because she
said, with a moan and a giggle, "I almost can't believe I'm actually doing
this!"
"I know what you mean," I said. I'd dreamed of it so oftenbut never
with Coley. As I looked down at her, I realized that she was the only
person I'd want to do this with. So I told her. "I'm so glad it's you."
"Me, too," she sighed. "Hunter? Faster, please?"
I did so. Her breath got more ragged and she started whining and
moaning. "OH GOD!" she hollered. "So close!"
"Me too," I gasped. I leaned in closer to her and said softly into her
ear, "Coley, cum now. Cum for me. I want to see you cum."
She looked at me, her eyes opened all the way for a minuteand then she
spasmed violently underneath me, howling my name as she did it. My little
dirty talk in her ear had pushed her over. It was the most fantastic thing
I'd ever seen. Of course, I wasn't going to last through that, and I came
right after she did.
I collapsed next to her, and she snuggled into me. "That
was.....incredible," she said softly.
"Yeah," I smiled at her.
"Hunter? It's Friday night. Would you, you know, stay here tonight?"
"I'd love it," I told her.
We spent that night together, and the whole next day, and Saturday night
as well. I can't remember how many times we made love over that weekend.
In between that, we hung outgot more Chinese food, talked a lot, went to
the movies Saturday afternoon. Over the next week, time was more at a
premium, due to classes and studying, but we got together a few times to
make love, in between studying together.
What we hadn't done was talk about what was going on with us. Were we
just friends, or what? We seemed to get a lot closer that week. The more
we lavished attention on one another, the closer we seemed to get.
That Thursday, I called her. "Hey, there's a party tomorrow. You want
to go?" It was a frat party, and all of the usual crowd would be there.
The phone line went silent for a minute, and then she said, "Actually,
Hunter, I think I'm just going to stay in tomorrow night. I've been
feeling a bit under the weather and I need some rest."
"OK."
"Are you going to go anyway?"
"Nah, I'll just get some studying done."
That little exchange was the turning point, but I didn't realize it at
the time. I didn't realize it until the next night, when I was in the
library and Coley came and found me at about nine o'clock.
"Hey," she whispered. "Can we go outside? We need to talk."
"Sure," I said, confused. I gathered my crap together and followed her
outside. We sat on a bench in front of the library.
"Hunter," she started, "I lied to you and I feel terrible about it." I
just looked at her. "I was at the party. Just now. I always intended on
going. I said no yesterday because I didn't want to go with you."
"I see," I said quietly.
"No, you don't," she said adamantly. "I fucked up, Hunter. Look, you
know that the gang, a lot of them see you as a joke, because of how you
were with Sydney. And I didn't want to walk into the party with you
because of that. I didn't want to deal with all the comments. And it was
stupid and selfish and I'm sorry."
"Coley, it's OK."
"No it's not." She turned and looked at me. "Come on." She stood up.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the party. We can stop by your dorm and drop your stuff off
first."
"OK."
I went along, not really knowing what was going on. I ran in to my dorm
room and dropped my bookbag off. Then Coley and I headed for the party.
She reached over and took my hand, which was unexpected but nice.
"I was at the party," she started, "and, of course, Sydney was there.
She tried being all niceynice, but I gave her the cold shoulder. Then she
started in on me. It was my fault, I didn't know how to keep a man, if I
had satisfied Max he wouldn't have turned to her, blah blah blah. Then she
told me I shouldn't be so damn precious about my virginity." She giggled.
"I think poor Sydney almost swallowed her tongue when I told her that my
virginity was well and truly gone."
"You told her?" I said, amazed.
"Her, and the whole crowd was there, too. Of course, she made all kinds
of 'but you wouldn't with Max' noises. I told her that Max didn't deserve
it, that my new guy was interested in my pleasure and not just his own. I
told her that my new guy makes me cum repeatedly with just his tongue, and
Max didn't have a clue. By this point, everyone's looking at me in
amazement. Max is overhearing all this and turning a lovely shade of
puce."
"They asked me who my new guy was, but I wouldn't tell them." She
sighed. "And that, right then, is when I realized what a shit I was being.
There I was, going on and on about how wonderful you are and how good you
treat meand I meant every wordbut you weren't there with me. And why?
Because I was embarrassed? Because I was wondering what other people would
say about us? I felt like crap, Hunter. You deserve better."
I thought about that for a minute, and said, "You know, Coley, I'll
admit itI'm a little hurt. But only a little. I have no claims on you. I
don't even know how you feel about me, about us, about anything."
"I don't go to bed with just anyone," she pointed out.
"I know that."
"I know you do. Lookwe've been friends for so long, and I spent a long
time wrapped up in Max, God knows why. What's happened with uswell, it's
kind of hit me like a bolt out of the blue, you know?"
"I do know. And same goes for me. Except it was Sydney I was wrapped
up in, not Max."
She grinned at me. "Well, if it were Max you were wrapped up in, I'd
really worry about you!"
"Har har," I replied with a grin. "I worshiped Sydney for so long. It
almost seems unreal now, you know that?" I sighed. "Do you know how damn
nice it is to have someone who appreciates the things I do for her?"
"Yes, I do know, very well. Believe me." Her voice dropped to a
whisper. "Hunter, I think I'm crazy about you."
"Good. Because I think I'm crazy about you, too."
"And now? It's time for everyone else to figure it out," she grinned.
We were at the frat house. We walked in and found the usual crowd. There
was an empty loveseat in the middle of the group and we plopped into it.
"Hi, Hunter," Josie, one of the crowd said. "Coley, I thought you were
going to bring your new guy back with you?"
Coley didn't say a word. She put her arm around my waist, snuggled her
head into my shoulder, and sighed. And then grinned at everyone. The
murmurs and exclamations of disbelief started right up, but they weren't
that bad.
Except, of course, for Sydney. She took one look at Coley snuggled up
to me, and laughed. "HUNTER?!? You've got to be kidding!"
"Ah, you're just jealous," Coley said. Sydney cracked up at that.
"Really. You know how attentive he is. He spent over two years being the
most devoted person you've ever had in your life. And you spit on him.
Now, he's being attentive to mein and out of bed. He's wonderful. And
you're stuck with Max, who only cares about Max."
Sydney was flabbergasted. I continued where Coley left off. "You know,
Sydney, we should almost thank you. It took long enough for me to realize
what a bitch you were, and for Coley to realize what an ass Max is. But,
when we did realize it, we had each other. If you and Max hadn't pushed
the issue, we might have never discovered it."
"And I do hope you're happy with Max," Coley cooed. "The two most
selfcentered people I've ever met trying to have a relationship. Oh, that
ought to be interesting!"
Sydney slunk off into the crowd. We didn't see her for the rest of the
night. And the rest of the gang just laughed amusedly at the two of us
cuddled up and made goo goo eyes at one another. "I'm glad I came to my
senses and brought you here with me," Coley whispered after a while.
It was the next night, after another wonderful day spent together and
another stupendous round of lovemaking, that Coley looked at me, giggled,
and said, "You know, I always wanted a pet."
"A pet?" I said mockindignantly.
"Yeah. And I know you're experienced in being one. Of course, unlike
some people I can think of, I always let my pets sleep in my bed."
"Hmmm. I suppose I can deal with that. As long as you don't make me
sleep at the foot of the bed."
"Of course. You sleep right here. So, do we have a deal? Will you be
my obedient little pet?"
"Is this a shortterm commitment?"
"I was thinking more longterm." Her voice dropped a bit. "And, if it
works out, maybe the option for a lifetime gig."
"I think I like the sound of that." I gave her a big grin. "Mistress."
"Very good," she grinned back. "Now we need commands. Hmmm. Roll
over? Play dead? Fetch?"
"FETCH?"
"Don't like those, huh?" she giggled. "OK, how about this one. Lick my
pussy!"
"I think I can handle that one," I laughed, and slid down to obey my
mistress's command.
Fin
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I WAS A TEENAGE PET By Frank Downey
Ever been a pet? I have. It isn't fun, believe me. But I can only
blame myself. I let it happen.
I arrived on campus for my first year of University rather unschooled,
socially. I'd slipped through high school practically unnoticed. I had a
small circle of friends, but that was pretty much it. And my personality
didn't helpI'm a conciliator. I don't like confrontation. I back down,
hoping to blend into the crowd. Unfortunately, I fell right out of the
crowd.
I was hoping college would be different. Then, the first week I was
there, I met Sydney.
Sydney was a Goddessthere's no other way to describe her. She was
gorgeous, vivacious, the center of attentionthe Homecoming Queen
stereotype writ large. I was gone.
And she noticed me. Out of all the wellwishers genuflecting at her
magnificence, she picked me out. She needed help with a paper, and asked
me.
I was so thrilled she noticed me that I barely noticed that I didn't
help her with the paper so much as flatout wrote it for her.
This began the pattern. She noticed me, asked me to do something, and I
gladly compliedbowing and scraping while I was at it. This went on for,
believe it or not, two and a half years.
What happened, however, is that I gradually started changing. Being
sucked into Sydney's orbit put me in contact with people. Now, while many
of them thought I was a laughingstockwhich I wasnot all of them did.
Coley, for example; Coley Davenport. Coleythat's short for Nicole, and
don't call her Nikkihad been Sydney's best friend since high school.
Coley was a Sidekick. You know the type; every Goddess has one. Not quite
as pretty, not quite as popular, not quite as vivacious. The
almostbutnotquite reflection that the Goddess could bask in. Sometimes,
there's even genuine friendship. As far as I knew, that was the case
between Sydney and Coley.
Coley, however, was one of the first to warn me about what Sydney was
doing to me. I, of coursebeing blind as a bat when it came to the foibles
of my Goddessdisagreed. I got to know Coley, though, and as long as we
didn't talk about Sydney, we got along great.
Coley was cute and sexy, both being embodied in her eyesbig huge
soulful liquid green things. But, she had a boyfriend, and I was blinded
by Sydney. I noticed Coley, but I wasn't interested. I did like her,
however, and we quickly became friends. As I occupied myself waiting for
Sydney's beck and call; and as Coley occupied herself waiting for her
boyfriend to pay attention to her, something that happened far too
infrequently to my eyeswe talked. We talked about anything and
everything. I'd never talked to anyone as easily as I talked to Coley.
Especially if you narrow it down to girls.
But I was still stuck in Sydney's orbit. I wasn't there for Coley, I
was there for Sydney. And Sydney took advantage.
Things started to change junior year. It started, actually, at
Christmas break. Suddenly, back home, surrounded by the same people that
had barely noticed me my whole lifeI made friends. I ran into people I
had gone to high school with, and somehow found myself holding up my end of
the conversation. I even got invited to a New Year's Eve party. When
there, I found myself in a heavy makeout session with Tina D'Alessandro, a
cute girl two years younger than I, that I'd known a little bit but never
dared approach. Tina made it clear that she'd like to pick up where we had
left off, when we both got back the next summer. Amazing.
So, I went back to school full of newfound confidenceand found myself
sucked right back into being Sydney's gopher. I didn't even think about
what I was doing.
Until the beginning of February. That was the first time I woke up.
The occasion was Sydney's 21st birthday party. Her parents came up to
campus, rented out a hotel ballroomthey went all out. Anything for their
princess. There were 200 people there. I was thrilled to be invited.
Of course, I wasn't invited to be a guestI was invited to be a slave.
It was the most humiliating experience of my life. Sydney had usually done
her you'remypet routine in private, or in front of her inner circle. Now
she was doing it in front of 200 people. The snickering laughter started
to get to me, especially when I saw Sydney joining in. Coley gave me a
pitiful glare. Even Sydney's mother looked at me in something approaching
horror. I finally got it. It finally sunk in. Halfway through the party,
I did what I should have done long ago. I walked out.
Sydney tried her best to get her pet back. She called me incessantly.
Of course, my Goddess's attention showered upon me made me start to waver,
much to my shame. But I was considering returning to her orbit, idiot that
I am.
Until three weeks after the party. It finally sunk in what she was
really like. And it wasn't even something she did to me.
It was The Video. It spread all over campus like lightning. I saw it.
The rumor was that Sydney herself filmed it and made sure it spread. It
was flatout porn, starring Sydney herself. It was a video of Sydney
getting her brains fucked out.
You'd think I would've been thrilled to see my Goddess in all her glory,
in the throes of passion, even if it wasn't me fucking her. I wasn't.
Because the shock of the video wasn't what she was doingit was who she was
doing it with.
Max Schuller. Coley's boyfriend. Poor Coley. And I thought Sydney had
humiliated meColey was supposed to be her best friend!
That's the moment I stopped thinking of Sydney as a Goddess. I finally
saw her as the small, sad, viciously cruel person she really was. And I
felt so bad for Coley. For three days after the video had spread, I didn't
see Coley around at all. And that was unusualwe had classes close by to
each other, and we often ate dinner together.
On the fourth day, I finally saw her. I was eating dinner, and she
appeared in the dining hall and got in line to get food. She looked awful.
And then I saw the other people in the dining hall react to her
presencewith staring, pointing, and snickering. Coley looked like she was
going to cry. Finally, she got out of the line and fled.
Damn. She looked like she hadn't eaten in three daysor slept, for that
matter. I had to do something. Coley was my pal. She didn't deserve
this.
I got up and walked over to Yin Mao's, the Chinese take out joint
favored by a lot of students, including Coley and myself. I'd been there
with her so I knew what she liked. I got her favorites and headed for her
room.
She didn't want to open the door. I knew she was in there, I heard the
sniffling. Finally, I yelled, "Coley, it's Hunter. Come on, open up. I'm
worried about you."
She finally did. Seeing her closeup, she really looked bad. She had a
single room, so there was no roommate to check up on her. I had this awful
image of her sitting in this room all alone for three days, crying.
She let me in and slumped into her desk chair. I sat on her bed. "I
saw you in the dining hall just now. I was worried."
"Oh, God, it's all so humiliating," she moaned.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Well, I had some soup," she said feebly.
"Coley, you need to eat."
"I can't go back down there!"
"You don't have to." She hadn't noticed the bag. I walked over to her,
plopped the bag down on her desk, then walked back to the bed. "I went to
Yin Mao's for you. Shrimp fried rice, Moo Goo Gai Pan, chicken wings. All
your favorites."
She looked at the bag, then at me, then back at the bag. Then she
flashed me a genuine smile. "Hunter McKinley, you're a saint!" She ripped
open the bag, then tore into the food likewell, like someone who hadn't
eaten in three days.
"Want some?" she asked.
"Nah. I already ate."
After she had filled herself, she put the leftovers in the fridge, and
came over to me. "Hunter, you're the nicest person on campus, and that's a
fact. Thank you." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I smiled, and saidrather unthinkingly, "What are friends for?"
"What are friends for?" she said bitterly. "Fucking your boyfriend,
apparently." Then the tears started, and just wouldn't stop. Before I knew
it, she was in my lap, holding on for dear life. I just put my arms around
her and let her cry it out.
"Thank you again," she sniffled after she had calmed down.
"Any time."
"I'm just so humiliated. How could she do this to me? We're supposed
to be best friends!"
"I don't know how either of them could do it."
"Oh, Max I can almost understand. He is a guy."
"So what? It doesn't matter. I know all about the temptations of
Sydney, believe me, but if you have a girlfriend, you keep it in your
pants. If you treated him like shit, I might almost see it, but you don't."
"He might disagree with that." She took a deep breath. "What was on
that video? Max and I never did that." I looked down at her. "We've done
everything else, but I'm still, you know, a virgin."
"Waiting for the wedding night?"
"Not at all. Waiting for the right time. I guess Max figured, if two
years wasn't long enough, it never was going to happen." She sighed. "He
was probably right."
"Why?"
"It just never feltwell, it's this. I want my first time to be
special, you know? I want it to be good." She sighed again. "Hunter, Max
is selfish. It's all about Max. Even when we were just fooling around, if
he was satisfied, that's all that mattered. Even out of bed, he's like
that."
"Why on earth did you stay with him for two years?"
"Because he wanted me. Look, I've been Sydney's best friend for a long
time. Do you know what that's like when it comes to guys? Do you think
any of them notice me? No way. Not until Max. He paid attention to me.
He told me he loved me. He never paid any attention to Sydney. Or so I
thought."
"You and I are two of a kind, you know that?" She looked at me. I
continued, "We'll put up with all kinds of shit if you only pay attention
to us."
She laughed bitterly. "You're right."
"All those times you told me Sydney was taking advantage of me. Your
conscience was probably telling you the same thing about Max."
"You're right again. But that little nagging doubt in the back of my
mind, that's what kept me from going all the way with him."
"I'll bet you're glad now you never did."
"Yes and no," she sighed. "I might've kept him if I had."
"You deserve better."
"Thank you," she smiled. "I don't know. Part of the problem is that
I've built up the allimportant First Time in my mind, probably too much.
I've been thinking about it. I should just get it over with."
"Not with Max."
"No way. I mean, just pick a friend. Someone I know that'd treat me
right. Get it out of the way."
I was becoming increasingly aware that she was talking about having
sexwhile she was still sitting in my lap! This was provoking an
inevitable but unwelcome reaction in a certain part of my bodythe part
that was right under her ass. She had to feel it.
"What do you think?" she asked right then.
What do I think? I can't think at the moment! What I said was, "Well,
I don't know. Who would you pick? You'd want someone experienced."
"Not necessarily. Look, I might be a virgin, but, as I said, I've
fooled around. Now, that was mostly unsatisfying, but I know what I like.
I read a lot. Erotica."
"Erotica?"
"Yeah, sexy stories. They're all over the internet. Some of them are
almost like howto manuals," she giggled. "Plus, I know what makes me feel
good. So, yeah, I could go to bed with an inexperienced guy, as long as he
was willing to let me tell him what I liked and stuff. You know, someone
who likes me and respects me and wouldn't mind experimenting. And he'd
have to be sweet and gentle."
"That's a pretty hefty set of requirements," I laughed. "Where you
going to find someone like that?"
"I found him already," she said quietly. Then she looked right at me
with those liquid green eyes. "I'm sitting on his lap."
WHAT? Before I could say a word to that, Coley was reaching up to her
blouse, and unbuttoning it!
"Coley, what are you doing?"
She shrugged out of her blouse. She was sitting on my freakin' lap with
her boobs barely held in by a lacy red bra! She smiled up at me. "Hunter?
I've made up my mind. I want you."
"What? No!"
"I don't turn you on?"
"It's not that."
"No, it's true." Her face fell. "I don't turn you on. You're still
blinded by Sydney, just like everybody else."
"Sydney makes me want to throw up," I informed her. "As far as you
turning me onJesus, Coley, the evidence is right under your ass."
She looked at me, and thenfinally realizingher eyes opened wide. She
pushed her ass into my lap a little bit, then giggled. "OK, so I do turn
you on. So why are you turning me down?"
"Because you're not thinking straight. You're upset."
"I told you, I've been thinking about this for some time."
"Not with me."
"Yes," she practically whispered. "If I hadn't been stupidly clinging
to Max, and if you hadn't been blinded by Sydney, I would've asked you out
long ago."
"WHAT?"
"It's true. You said it, earlier. We're two of a kind. I realized
that some time ago. We both crave attention. We both have it to give.
Why not give it to each other?" She got off my lap, and kneeled on the bed
in front of me. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Oh my GOD. Her
breasts were just perfect. Not too big, not too small, and firm and ripe.
Then she smiled, stood up off the bed, and pulled down her jeans. Her
panties went with them.
Her pussy was shaved!
My erection was threatening to burst right out of my pants as she stood
before me in all her glory. "Hunter?" she said softly. "Please don't say
no." I couldn't say anything. She walked back over to the bed, kneeled in
front of me again, and reached for my shirt.
I made a decision, but still had one reservation. "Coley, I don't have
anything."
She looked at me, then realized what I was talking about. "I'm on the
pill," she smiled. She reached for my shirt again, and I helped her get it
off. Then my pants went. We ended up lying on her bed, side by side, both
naked.
"Kiss me," she said.
She didn't have to tell me twice! My lips met hers, hot and demanding,
as we melded our bodies together. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked
out, meeting mine. I slipped my hand in between our bodies and fondled her
breast, causing her to moan in my mouth.
I rubbed her nipple underneath my fingers, feeling it stiffen, as we
ground our mouths into one another. She was moaning softly into me, and
pressing her boob into my hand. I removed my hand from her boobshe moaned
at thatand slid it down towards her groin.
"So why the shave?" I asked as I lightly stroked her.
She giggled. "Max's idea at first. He said if I shaved, he'd go down
on me." I looked at her blanklyI really am a dork sometimes. "You know,
go down on me. Eat my pussy." I nodded and blushed, causing her to giggle
again. "You're so cute. Anyhow, that's why I did it at first." She
sighed. "Of course, after I did it, he went down on me all of once, and
that for thirty whole seconds. But it turns out I liked it shaved."
I looked at her as I gently stroked her. "Did you want me to....?"
"Did I want you to what? Oh, you mean go down on me?" She lit up like a
Christmas tree. "You'd do that?"
"Anything," I said. "But you need to tell me what to do."
"Kiss here first," she whispered, pointing at her tit. "Work your way
down."
I scooched down and wrapped my lips around her erect nipple. I sucked
on it and flicked it with my tongue while Coley moaned below me. I
switched over to the other one after a while. Then I started heading
lower, kissing along her stomach. I tongued her bellybutton and she
giggled. Then I lowered myself so I was lying in between her legs.
"Have you ever...?"
"No. I've never even seen one. Not live and in person, anyway."
She giggled. "Run your tongue up and down it." I did so and she
shuddered. "And right around the opening." I followed her instructions,
even sticking my tongue into her hole, which made her gasp. "Keepkeep
doing that, but...you see up top? That little bump? That's my clit. You
can't start there, you have to work your way up to it, but that's where it
all happens, OK? Just be gentle with it, it gets sensitive."
I grinned up at her, and ran my tongue up and down her pussy. I stuck
my tongue into her and drew it up her labia. She squirmed and moaned.
After a little of this, I flicked her clit with my tongue on the upstroke.
She squeaked. I did that a few more times, and got an idea. "Tell me if
this isn't gentle enough," I said, then I lowered my lips to her clit and
gently sucked on it.
"OH SHIT!" she howled. "Oh Fuck Hunter DON'T STOP!" She grabbed the
back of my head and held my face into her pussy as I sucked on her clit.
"Hunter....I'm gonna...oh GOD yes!" I felt her whole body spasm around my
head and her hips thrashed. She yelped on every spasm, then gasped for air
as she came down. I raised my face from between her legs.
She wheezed for a while, then caught her breath. When she did so, her
eyes fluttered open, and she looked down and me and grinned. "Wow! That
was awesome!" she enthused. "C'mere," she said, pulling on my shoulders,
getting me to crawl up her body. "Kiss me." I did, long and wet. "Wow! I
can taste myself!" I just grinned back at her and rolled my eyes. "Well?
It's exciting! Did you like it?"
"I liked it a whole lot," I told her.
"Really?"
"Really. I'd never thought much about it, but it turns out I like it."
"Max said it was gross."
"I think we've already established that Max is an idiot," I told her.
She grinned at that one. "I liked it. I especially liked watching you."
"You're so sweet." She reached down and grabbed at my dick. "Oh, nice,"
she hissed. "You're bigger than Max." She tugged on it, pulling it toward
her pussy. "Come on, Hunter. Do it."
"It's supposed to hurt the first time," I said worriedly.
"I know. It's OK. The quicker we get that out of the way, the quicker
we can have fun," she giggled. She held my dick and lined it up with her
pussy. "OK, Hunter. Push." I pushed. Oh GOD. The entrance to her pussy
was tight as all hell. Somehow, I managed to slip the head of my dick
through it. "OOOOFFF!" she said. I got the head popped in and kept
pushing. Right away, I ran into her hymen.
"Push, Hunter," she hissed. "Get it over with." I did, plowing through
it in one thrust.
A couple of things happened. Coley howled in pain. I kept going,
suddenly finding myself all the way buried into her. Coley looked up at me
and moaned, eyes wide with surprise. And then, losing all controlI came.
"SHIT!" I blurted, as I found myself go deep into her. "I couldn't
stop! Damn!"
Coley looked up at me, eyes still a little unfocused, then realized what
was happening. She actually giggled!
"It's OK," she said, after I had stopped. "It's common from what I
hear. I don't mind."
"Damn," I said.
"Really, Hunter. You gave me one with your tongue, remember? At least
I'm not a virgin anymore." That's when she realized something. I hadn't,
yet. "Hunter? You're notI mean, you're still......hmmm." That's when I
realized itI was still in her, and still semihard. "Let me try
something," she said. She wiggled her hips up against mine. I went from
semihard to completely hard in a second!
"There we go!" she grinned. "Take two?"
"You OK? No pain?"
"Nope. It only lasted a minute."
"Good." I started slowly moving in and out of her. I was trying to take
my time, I didn't want to blow again in three seconds. Coley was panting
and gasping every time I slid back into her.
"Oh, shit, Hunter, that's so good!" she moaned. I kept pushing into
her. As I did, that's when it finally dawned on methat I was actually
having sex!
We must have been reading each other's minds or something, because she
said, with a moan and a giggle, "I almost can't believe I'm actually doing
this!"
"I know what you mean," I said. I'd dreamed of it so oftenbut never
with Coley. As I looked down at her, I realized that she was the only
person I'd want to do this with. So I told her. "I'm so glad it's you."
"Me, too," she sighed. "Hunter? Faster, please?"
I did so. Her breath got more ragged and she started whining and
moaning. "OH GOD!" she hollered. "So close!"
"Me too," I gasped. I leaned in closer to her and said softly into her
ear, "Coley, cum now. Cum for me. I want to see you cum."
She looked at me, her eyes opened all the way for a minuteand then she
spasmed violently underneath me, howling my name as she did it. My little
dirty talk in her ear had pushed her over. It was the most fantastic thing
I'd ever seen. Of course, I wasn't going to last through that, and I came
right after she did.
I collapsed next to her, and she snuggled into me. "That
was.....incredible," she said softly.
"Yeah," I smiled at her.
"Hunter? It's Friday night. Would you, you know, stay here tonight?"
"I'd love it," I told her.
We spent that night together, and the whole next day, and Saturday night
as well. I can't remember how many times we made love over that weekend.
In between that, we hung outgot more Chinese food, talked a lot, went to
the movies Saturday afternoon. Over the next week, time was more at a
premium, due to classes and studying, but we got together a few times to
make love, in between studying together.
What we hadn't done was talk about what was going on with us. Were we
just friends, or what? We seemed to get a lot closer that week. The more
we lavished attention on one another, the closer we seemed to get.
That Thursday, I called her. "Hey, there's a party tomorrow. You want
to go?" It was a frat party, and all of the usual crowd would be there.
The phone line went silent for a minute, and then she said, "Actually,
Hunter, I think I'm just going to stay in tomorrow night. I've been
feeling a bit under the weather and I need some rest."
"OK."
"Are you going to go anyway?"
"Nah, I'll just get some studying done."
That little exchange was the turning point, but I didn't realize it at
the time. I didn't realize it until the next night, when I was in the
library and Coley came and found me at about nine o'clock.
"Hey," she whispered. "Can we go outside? We need to talk."
"Sure," I said, confused. I gathered my crap together and followed her
outside. We sat on a bench in front of the library.
"Hunter," she started, "I lied to you and I feel terrible about it." I
just looked at her. "I was at the party. Just now. I always intended on
going. I said no yesterday because I didn't want to go with you."
"I see," I said quietly.
"No, you don't," she said adamantly. "I fucked up, Hunter. Look, you
know that the gang, a lot of them see you as a joke, because of how you
were with Sydney. And I didn't want to walk into the party with you
because of that. I didn't want to deal with all the comments. And it was
stupid and selfish and I'm sorry."
"Coley, it's OK."
"No it's not." She turned and looked at me. "Come on." She stood up.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the party. We can stop by your dorm and drop your stuff off
first."
"OK."
I went along, not really knowing what was going on. I ran in to my dorm
room and dropped my bookbag off. Then Coley and I headed for the party.
She reached over and took my hand, which was unexpected but nice.
"I was at the party," she started, "and, of course, Sydney was there.
She tried being all niceynice, but I gave her the cold shoulder. Then she
started in on me. It was my fault, I didn't know how to keep a man, if I
had satisfied Max he wouldn't have turned to her, blah blah blah. Then she
told me I shouldn't be so damn precious about my virginity." She giggled.
"I think poor Sydney almost swallowed her tongue when I told her that my
virginity was well and truly gone."
"You told her?" I said, amazed.
"Her, and the whole crowd was there, too. Of course, she made all kinds
of 'but you wouldn't with Max' noises. I told her that Max didn't deserve
it, that my new guy was interested in my pleasure and not just his own. I
told her that my new guy makes me cum repeatedly with just his tongue, and
Max didn't have a clue. By this point, everyone's looking at me in
amazement. Max is overhearing all this and turning a lovely shade of
puce."
"They asked me who my new guy was, but I wouldn't tell them." She
sighed. "And that, right then, is when I realized what a shit I was being.
There I was, going on and on about how wonderful you are and how good you
treat meand I meant every wordbut you weren't there with me. And why?
Because I was embarrassed? Because I was wondering what other people would
say about us? I felt like crap, Hunter. You deserve better."
I thought about that for a minute, and said, "You know, Coley, I'll
admit itI'm a little hurt. But only a little. I have no claims on you. I
don't even know how you feel about me, about us, about anything."
"I don't go to bed with just anyone," she pointed out.
"I know that."
"I know you do. Lookwe've been friends for so long, and I spent a long
time wrapped up in Max, God knows why. What's happened with uswell, it's
kind of hit me like a bolt out of the blue, you know?"
"I do know. And same goes for me. Except it was Sydney I was wrapped
up in, not Max."
She grinned at me. "Well, if it were Max you were wrapped up in, I'd
really worry about you!"
"Har har," I replied with a grin. "I worshiped Sydney for so long. It
almost seems unreal now, you know that?" I sighed. "Do you know how damn
nice it is to have someone who appreciates the things I do for her?"
"Yes, I do know, very well. Believe me." Her voice dropped to a
whisper. "Hunter, I think I'm crazy about you."
"Good. Because I think I'm crazy about you, too."
"And now? It's time for everyone else to figure it out," she grinned.
We were at the frat house. We walked in and found the usual crowd. There
was an empty loveseat in the middle of the group and we plopped into it.
"Hi, Hunter," Josie, one of the crowd said. "Coley, I thought you were
going to bring your new guy back with you?"
Coley didn't say a word. She put her arm around my waist, snuggled her
head into my shoulder, and sighed. And then grinned at everyone. The
murmurs and exclamations of disbelief started right up, but they weren't
that bad.
Except, of course, for Sydney. She took one look at Coley snuggled up
to me, and laughed. "HUNTER?!? You've got to be kidding!"
"Ah, you're just jealous," Coley said. Sydney cracked up at that.
"Really. You know how attentive he is. He spent over two years being the
most devoted person you've ever had in your life. And you spit on him.
Now, he's being attentive to mein and out of bed. He's wonderful. And
you're stuck with Max, who only cares about Max."
Sydney was flabbergasted. I continued where Coley left off. "You know,
Sydney, we should almost thank you. It took long enough for me to realize
what a bitch you were, and for Coley to realize what an ass Max is. But,
when we did realize it, we had each other. If you and Max hadn't pushed
the issue, we might have never discovered it."
"And I do hope you're happy with Max," Coley cooed. "The two most
selfcentered people I've ever met trying to have a relationship. Oh, that
ought to be interesting!"
Sydney slunk off into the crowd. We didn't see her for the rest of the
night. And the rest of the gang just laughed amusedly at the two of us
cuddled up and made goo goo eyes at one another. "I'm glad I came to my
senses and brought you here with me," Coley whispered after a while.
It was the next night, after another wonderful day spent together and
another stupendous round of lovemaking, that Coley looked at me, giggled,
and said, "You know, I always wanted a pet."
"A pet?" I said mockindignantly.
"Yeah. And I know you're experienced in being one. Of course, unlike
some people I can think of, I always let my pets sleep in my bed."
"Hmmm. I suppose I can deal with that. As long as you don't make me
sleep at the foot of the bed."
"Of course. You sleep right here. So, do we have a deal? Will you be
my obedient little pet?"
"Is this a shortterm commitment?"
"I was thinking more longterm." Her voice dropped a bit. "And, if it
works out, maybe the option for a lifetime gig."
"I think I like the sound of that." I gave her a big grin. "Mistress."
"Very good," she grinned back. "Now we need commands. Hmmm. Roll
over? Play dead? Fetch?"
"FETCH?"
"Don't like those, huh?" she giggled. "OK, how about this one. Lick my
pussy!"
"I think I can handle that one," I laughed, and slid down to obey my
mistress's command.
Fin
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Dracokin 11
By David Farr
This story is intended for adult audiences and contains scenes involving
explicit sex. Individuals under the age of consent are asked to stop reading now
and delete this file.
This story, its characters and locales are ed. Archiving and reposting
of this article is allowed only if this document is unchanged and no fee is
charged.
Comments and criticisms are welcomed. If you are disturbed by the content,
please don't complain, just don't read.
All parts of this story and all my other works can be located through my
webpage at:
homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
Author's Note:
I know, I usually do these at the end, but this is important. From this point
on, the Wanderers story will be taking place within Dracokin. If you don't know
who Sama, Tano, Cherat, Loali or Rai are, then I suggest you go read Wanderers.
Sama
The attack came only moments after the fog. I watched as the unnatural cloak
rolled off the hills and across the city outside our cell. The muffled sounds of
battle reached my sharp ears after only a matter of seconds.
I turned to Cherat. She had clothed herself and Tano in the torn remnants of a
sheet. They weren't modest outfits, but at least they covered their nudity.
"Come, it is time!" My words spurned my companions into action. Loali the Tren
moved to the door, grinned and extruded one of her claws. I'd never seen anyone
pick a lock that way before, but apparently she was quite the adept.
As Loali worked and Cherat looked after the scared Tano, I glanced at the last
member of our band. Rai had made me think of a kitten when I first saw her
aboard Cherat's ship. Even now she reminded me of one, as she shimmied her way
up one of the curtains. Reaching the hidden balcony the little girl slipped
behind her curtains, then returned moments later and started back down.
Obviously the door up there was locked.
"There," Loali stepped away as the lock clunked open. She started sucking her
finger. "They really should oil these things more!"
I grinned at her, and lead the way beyond. Only three of us had been to our
detination, and Tano hadn't been paying much attention. It was lucky that I had
sensed the cool pinescented breeze when I was the guest of the King's lusts. It
told me that somewhere in that room was a passageway that led directly out of
the castle and into the mountains. Thus we headed for that in the confusion.
As we crept through the hallways we heard the clashing of weapons. Whoever or
whatever had attacked the castle had an overwhelming advantage to have made it
within in the castle walls so quickly and easily. Obviously our treatment under
the kings hands was but a symptom of a greater problem.
Still, I did not wish to experience the mercies of whoever was usurping his
position. We had to escape.
During my training my instructors had always stressed that thinking was a
luxury not welcomed on a battlefield, and that proved right. While I was
considering the attack, I stepped around a corner and came face to face with one
of the furless guards. In his hands he gripped a crossbow, but it currently
wasn't held ready.
Instincts taking over I leapt forward, my claws flashing out. The man didn't
scream, only gurgled as he collapsed. No, the scream came from behind me, a
sound of surprise and pain. Immediately I noticed the now empty crossbow.
Spinning I found Loali collapsed on the ground, clutching at the quarrel
embedded in her leg as red soaked the material of her trousers. Cherat was
already at her side, staring helplessly.
"Loali..." I knelt beside her and examined the wound. "I'm sorry."
"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" Loali screamed. "Pull it out will you!"
Cherat winced, but reached for the missile. I stopped her by gripping her
wrist. "If we do you will quickly bleed to death. And its unlikely you'll ever
walk on it again."
"We can't just leave her!" Our wolf captain had leapt to the obvious
conclusion and immediately rejected it. Rai and Tano joined us, looking over
Loali's body at us. Both looked worried.
Loali grabbed Cherat by the ear, dragging her close. "Yes you can. Those two
should be your priority, not me." She released the captain and grinned bravely
at the two smaller members of our party. "You lot hurry, I'll limp along behind
you."
I stood and went to the dead guard, retrieving his weapon and ammo. "Loali, do
you think you can use this?"
She gazed at the crossbow speculatively. "Maybe, give it and we'll find out."
I knelt close as I handed it to her and whispered in her ear. "Don't forget to
save one for yourself."
As we hurried away from our wounded comrade I heard Cherat urge Tano on. The
young one had stopped to look back.
Scartolo
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ESCAPED?!"
I had gone to great lengths to find these intruders to our reality. There had
been no sign of our eastern brethren, so I had taken human form, a seductive
female of course, and joined with the army that had attacked the castle in which
they were held. It was my magic, supplied as part of a deal to get my quarry,
that had allowed the army to enter the fortress as quickly as my fog had rolled
across it.
And now I discovered that these creatures had slipped through my claws.
"Not all of them, Lady Scarlet!" the guard stammered. My rage was nothing to
stand bravely before, many of my toys had discovered that. "We found one, she
was shot and left behind during their escape."
Not all had gone badly them. Five anthropomorphic beast women, this was a
strange tale, and one I had been asked to investigate thoroughly. "Bring her to
me!"
"Bbut her wounds. She has lost both lots of blood and consciousness."
"I care not!" I snapped. "Bring her!"
Loali
I had blacked out before I'd been given the chance to kill myself, I knew that
much. What I didn't know was why my leg no longer hurt. And why I was hanging
spread eagle.
Groaning I opened my eyes. The first sight that greeted me was a view of my own
body, the clothing I had worn before hanging in shreds across my frame. I must
admit that I've always had an alluring body, but seeing myself naked like that
is not what I want, especially after collapsing in a place like this castle.
"Ah, at last, you're awake." I raised my head to look at the speaker, another
of the furless ones, but a woman this time. She was wearing a shear red dress
that I wouldn't wear unless I was on prowl. And something about her was making
me feel so hot. I don't know if it was the way the dress cascaded off her
breasts, or the way she sauntered as she walked across the floor, but I wanted
to get in her panties.
"You are a pretty thing. I'm sure I'll enjoy you, a lot!" I noticed something
as she approached. Her eyes were the same red colour as her hair and dress, and
they were EVIL! I felt like nothing in that gaze, and suddenly I wasn't as
aroused.
Her hand rested on my breast, the blood red nails striking a contrast to my
fur. "Where are the others?" she demanded.
I should have guessed. "I'll never tell you!"
Pain exploded in my breast, and I screamed. I'd never felt anything like it, a
burning pain that stabbed from her fingertips and cut through me. It's passing
left me gasping.
Her other hand came to rest on my breast. "I don't have time to play! Where are
the others?"
I glared at her, not saying anything, until the pain returned. It was so much
worse this time. Both my breasts were burning, seared all the way through by
whatever she was using. The pain was mindblowing when it started, and only got
worse. Fires consumed my mind, alongside an image of her predatory grin.
"Where are the others?" I didn't even realise the pain was gone until she spoke
again.
The pain was too much I couldn't face it again. "I really don't know," I
gasped. "Sama found a secret passage in the King's bedchambers. She didn't know
where it went, but was sure it was somewhere outside the city. That's all I
know, honest."
She leant forward. "I believe you." Her hands slipped down my body, stroking my
fur and then slipped between my outstretched legs. "Here's your reward!" A wave
of the purest pleasure rolled through me, more powerful than anything I had ever
felt. It was like nothing I had felt before, that paradise I had been searching
for with all my conquests. Only now I was the conquest.
"You'll help me find them," she smiled, "won't you?"
I looked up into her face. It was easy to tell that she wouldn't care which way
I answered.
Graycin
I awoke after mating with Cryl feeling very different. In the child races I had
found pleasure, but in those moments with her, pleasure exploding through me,
and my seed filling her, I knew true satisfaction.
I stood, stretching my wings to their full length. My body felt stronger than
ever, and I knew that some of that came from the sharing of our essences.
Cryl still hung from the crystal I had embedded her in. Her head lay loosely
back, her eyes closed, body limp. Crystal held her arms legs and even her tail.
She was a total prisoner, incapable of moving anything other than her head.
"Awaken, my love slave," I reached out, and stroked her chin. Slowly her eyes
opened and she looked up with absolute adoration and love shining in her eyes.
"Master," she gasped. "Command me." The words themselves seemed to send a
tremor of pleasure through her body.
I nodded. "Not now. You must meet your fellow slaves." She was my mate, but
more than anything she now desired to be my slave. We had both known this would
come, and that afterwards I would know just how she wanted to be treated.
Forevermore Cryl's body and powers were mine to command, and with some force I
could include her mind in that. I knew somehow that idea had never scared her.
Adara
I knelt next to the cot and quietly murmured the words of the spell over and
over. It was a forbidden spell, the type you learnt in order not to use. A soft
glow seeped out of my hands and into the skin of the man before me. In truth I
didn't know what drove me on; I could pretend that it was the fact that his
death would certainly see me accused of treason and probably put to death at the
hands of the lords of the land, but that would simply be an excuse.
Lord Sebastan, once general of the King's armies and now the heir apparent, lay
naked before me. I'd spent much time using what little healing magic I knew to
repair his body, leaving him lying in his coma smooth skinned and untouched by
the scars of battle. Now I was using the forbidden spell to transfer my own life
essence into him to sustain and awaken him.
A slight murmur from him showed that my efforts had not been in vain and I
ended my chant. His eyes fluttered open and for a few moments he gazed up at the
tent roof.
"I feel like I was burnt by the fires of hell," he whispered. The sound of his
voice filled my heart with relief and pleasure.
"It was a close thing," I replied, meaning it. I had not always been sure of my
methods during the days I'd spent working on him.
He turned his head and gazed directly at me, confusion appearing in his eyes.
"Adara?" I nodded in reply. "You're... young."
"Darsolo, that dracokin, he decided to play with me, before you almost chopped
off his wing," I smiled. "That was his downfall, if he hadn't, neither of us
would be here." I moved forward and rest my hand on his arm. "Thank you for
saving me."
His eyes closed slightly, showing just how tired he really was. "I get the
feeling you returned the favour. What was that I heard you saying moments ago?"
"A spell," I replied, pausing to decide if I should tell him the truth. "It
allowed me to bolster your life with my own."
He lay still for a moment. "You mean, sacrifice yours for mine."
I sighed, so he was versed in magic theory. "Yes, but a few years at the end of
my life seemed little in comparison to the life of a king."
His eyes opened and locked with mine. "That's not why you did it, is it?"
I found myself at a loss for words, just stuck staring at him. Time passed, I
don't know how much, but the silence was broken by someone clearing their throat
at the door. I quickly pulled my hand from Sebastan's arm and he raised his
head.
"Lady Adara." It was the young guard who had carried my back to my tent so
often. "The lords sent me to fetch you. They wish to know his highness's
condition."
I nodded. "I will be right along. I'm sure they will be overjoyed at my good
news."
Sebastan start to struggle to get up.
"Don't," I said in my best commanding voice. "You are still very weak. Rest
here, I'll talk to the Lords."
"Be careful Adara," he warned, "they can be very savage."
The guard chuckled. "No need to worry about that sir. Most of them can't even
meet the gaze of the woman who tried to save our King while they cowered."
Sharna
We all sat in the treasure chamber, as we had often in the three days since our
master vanished. And when I say all, I mean all.
Melaine had emerged often from the library, bringing with her whatever book she
was studying. As we waited together she spent her time reading and exercising,
at the same time. It was distracting watching her bending and twisting in the
loose robes she favoured. The red material fluttered all over the place, and her
breasts swayed and bobbed, somehow failing to pop out into view.
Ce'lane paced. A pacing person seems to naturally draw the eyes of everyone in
the room, and I kept catching myself watching as her golden cascade of hair
swept back and forth across the blue silken dress she wore.
Thankfully Heri still had more modesty. To my mind the dwarf was the least
sexual of us, but I had no doubt that Graycin did not share that view. She sat
on one of the piles of gold, legs pulled up to cover her. She kept herself as
good looking as possible, probably not wishing to face Graycin's anger again.
Illonna had been worrying almost constantly since Melaine had broken the news.
She hadn't been sleeping or eating well, strange for a halfling. I was glad the
master had let her dress, after all she was overweight and watching her move
naked was not always pleasant to my eye. Her outfit was a more serious version
of Deala's huntsman kit. It was also assembled from rags, although she wouldn't
say why.
Deala and I had spent the time comforting each other as only a pair of sisters
turned lovers could. We had played with each other, mindful that we weren't
allowed to cum without the master's permission. Whenever we waited with the
others we waited with the others we seperated, and enjoyed the floor show
Ce'Lane put on.
Obviously Illonna was the first to spot them. Her cry of: "Master!" followed by
a scramble down a slop of gold coins, alerted the rest of us and we rose to
assemble before them.
The master, seeming more powerful, his scales shining a brighter green than
before, and the female dracokin, her milky scales shimmering. I noticed
immediately that her posture was that of deference. Her wings hung limply behind
her, not curled about her as a cloak like Graycin did. A slump of in her
shoulders mirrored this and she matched his pace only a few steps behind him.
"Ah, my treasures." Graycin grinned, it was one of his happy, not cruel
expressions. "I'm glad you are gathered together, saves me the effort. I would
like to introduce to you my mate Cryl."
I heard gasps from some of the others, but it was Illonna who asked the
important question. "Ddo we have to oobey her?"
Graycin clicked his tongue and shook his head, but it was was Cryl who
answered. "I am in no way your superior. This is how he wished it."
Ce'Lane let out a sigh of relief, prehaps a little loud because it gained
Graycin's attention. "Ce'Lane, Heri, I think I'll give you two the opportunity
to show me how well you get along now. Be ready later." He turned, leaving us
seven females behind.
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By David Farr
This story is intended for adult audiences and contains scenes involving
explicit sex. Individuals under the age of consent are asked to stop reading now
and delete this file.
This story, its characters and locales are ed. Archiving and reposting
of this article is allowed only if this document is unchanged and no fee is
charged.
Comments and criticisms are welcomed. If you are disturbed by the content,
please don't complain, just don't read.
All parts of this story and all my other works can be located through my
webpage at:
homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
Author's Note:
I know, I usually do these at the end, but this is important. From this point
on, the Wanderers story will be taking place within Dracokin. If you don't know
who Sama, Tano, Cherat, Loali or Rai are, then I suggest you go read Wanderers.
Sama
The attack came only moments after the fog. I watched as the unnatural cloak
rolled off the hills and across the city outside our cell. The muffled sounds of
battle reached my sharp ears after only a matter of seconds.
I turned to Cherat. She had clothed herself and Tano in the torn remnants of a
sheet. They weren't modest outfits, but at least they covered their nudity.
"Come, it is time!" My words spurned my companions into action. Loali the Tren
moved to the door, grinned and extruded one of her claws. I'd never seen anyone
pick a lock that way before, but apparently she was quite the adept.
As Loali worked and Cherat looked after the scared Tano, I glanced at the last
member of our band. Rai had made me think of a kitten when I first saw her
aboard Cherat's ship. Even now she reminded me of one, as she shimmied her way
up one of the curtains. Reaching the hidden balcony the little girl slipped
behind her curtains, then returned moments later and started back down.
Obviously the door up there was locked.
"There," Loali stepped away as the lock clunked open. She started sucking her
finger. "They really should oil these things more!"
I grinned at her, and lead the way beyond. Only three of us had been to our
detination, and Tano hadn't been paying much attention. It was lucky that I had
sensed the cool pinescented breeze when I was the guest of the King's lusts. It
told me that somewhere in that room was a passageway that led directly out of
the castle and into the mountains. Thus we headed for that in the confusion.
As we crept through the hallways we heard the clashing of weapons. Whoever or
whatever had attacked the castle had an overwhelming advantage to have made it
within in the castle walls so quickly and easily. Obviously our treatment under
the kings hands was but a symptom of a greater problem.
Still, I did not wish to experience the mercies of whoever was usurping his
position. We had to escape.
During my training my instructors had always stressed that thinking was a
luxury not welcomed on a battlefield, and that proved right. While I was
considering the attack, I stepped around a corner and came face to face with one
of the furless guards. In his hands he gripped a crossbow, but it currently
wasn't held ready.
Instincts taking over I leapt forward, my claws flashing out. The man didn't
scream, only gurgled as he collapsed. No, the scream came from behind me, a
sound of surprise and pain. Immediately I noticed the now empty crossbow.
Spinning I found Loali collapsed on the ground, clutching at the quarrel
embedded in her leg as red soaked the material of her trousers. Cherat was
already at her side, staring helplessly.
"Loali..." I knelt beside her and examined the wound. "I'm sorry."
"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" Loali screamed. "Pull it out will you!"
Cherat winced, but reached for the missile. I stopped her by gripping her
wrist. "If we do you will quickly bleed to death. And its unlikely you'll ever
walk on it again."
"We can't just leave her!" Our wolf captain had leapt to the obvious
conclusion and immediately rejected it. Rai and Tano joined us, looking over
Loali's body at us. Both looked worried.
Loali grabbed Cherat by the ear, dragging her close. "Yes you can. Those two
should be your priority, not me." She released the captain and grinned bravely
at the two smaller members of our party. "You lot hurry, I'll limp along behind
you."
I stood and went to the dead guard, retrieving his weapon and ammo. "Loali, do
you think you can use this?"
She gazed at the crossbow speculatively. "Maybe, give it and we'll find out."
I knelt close as I handed it to her and whispered in her ear. "Don't forget to
save one for yourself."
As we hurried away from our wounded comrade I heard Cherat urge Tano on. The
young one had stopped to look back.
Scartolo
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ESCAPED?!"
I had gone to great lengths to find these intruders to our reality. There had
been no sign of our eastern brethren, so I had taken human form, a seductive
female of course, and joined with the army that had attacked the castle in which
they were held. It was my magic, supplied as part of a deal to get my quarry,
that had allowed the army to enter the fortress as quickly as my fog had rolled
across it.
And now I discovered that these creatures had slipped through my claws.
"Not all of them, Lady Scarlet!" the guard stammered. My rage was nothing to
stand bravely before, many of my toys had discovered that. "We found one, she
was shot and left behind during their escape."
Not all had gone badly them. Five anthropomorphic beast women, this was a
strange tale, and one I had been asked to investigate thoroughly. "Bring her to
me!"
"Bbut her wounds. She has lost both lots of blood and consciousness."
"I care not!" I snapped. "Bring her!"
Loali
I had blacked out before I'd been given the chance to kill myself, I knew that
much. What I didn't know was why my leg no longer hurt. And why I was hanging
spread eagle.
Groaning I opened my eyes. The first sight that greeted me was a view of my own
body, the clothing I had worn before hanging in shreds across my frame. I must
admit that I've always had an alluring body, but seeing myself naked like that
is not what I want, especially after collapsing in a place like this castle.
"Ah, at last, you're awake." I raised my head to look at the speaker, another
of the furless ones, but a woman this time. She was wearing a shear red dress
that I wouldn't wear unless I was on prowl. And something about her was making
me feel so hot. I don't know if it was the way the dress cascaded off her
breasts, or the way she sauntered as she walked across the floor, but I wanted
to get in her panties.
"You are a pretty thing. I'm sure I'll enjoy you, a lot!" I noticed something
as she approached. Her eyes were the same red colour as her hair and dress, and
they were EVIL! I felt like nothing in that gaze, and suddenly I wasn't as
aroused.
Her hand rested on my breast, the blood red nails striking a contrast to my
fur. "Where are the others?" she demanded.
I should have guessed. "I'll never tell you!"
Pain exploded in my breast, and I screamed. I'd never felt anything like it, a
burning pain that stabbed from her fingertips and cut through me. It's passing
left me gasping.
Her other hand came to rest on my breast. "I don't have time to play! Where are
the others?"
I glared at her, not saying anything, until the pain returned. It was so much
worse this time. Both my breasts were burning, seared all the way through by
whatever she was using. The pain was mindblowing when it started, and only got
worse. Fires consumed my mind, alongside an image of her predatory grin.
"Where are the others?" I didn't even realise the pain was gone until she spoke
again.
The pain was too much I couldn't face it again. "I really don't know," I
gasped. "Sama found a secret passage in the King's bedchambers. She didn't know
where it went, but was sure it was somewhere outside the city. That's all I
know, honest."
She leant forward. "I believe you." Her hands slipped down my body, stroking my
fur and then slipped between my outstretched legs. "Here's your reward!" A wave
of the purest pleasure rolled through me, more powerful than anything I had ever
felt. It was like nothing I had felt before, that paradise I had been searching
for with all my conquests. Only now I was the conquest.
"You'll help me find them," she smiled, "won't you?"
I looked up into her face. It was easy to tell that she wouldn't care which way
I answered.
Graycin
I awoke after mating with Cryl feeling very different. In the child races I had
found pleasure, but in those moments with her, pleasure exploding through me,
and my seed filling her, I knew true satisfaction.
I stood, stretching my wings to their full length. My body felt stronger than
ever, and I knew that some of that came from the sharing of our essences.
Cryl still hung from the crystal I had embedded her in. Her head lay loosely
back, her eyes closed, body limp. Crystal held her arms legs and even her tail.
She was a total prisoner, incapable of moving anything other than her head.
"Awaken, my love slave," I reached out, and stroked her chin. Slowly her eyes
opened and she looked up with absolute adoration and love shining in her eyes.
"Master," she gasped. "Command me." The words themselves seemed to send a
tremor of pleasure through her body.
I nodded. "Not now. You must meet your fellow slaves." She was my mate, but
more than anything she now desired to be my slave. We had both known this would
come, and that afterwards I would know just how she wanted to be treated.
Forevermore Cryl's body and powers were mine to command, and with some force I
could include her mind in that. I knew somehow that idea had never scared her.
Adara
I knelt next to the cot and quietly murmured the words of the spell over and
over. It was a forbidden spell, the type you learnt in order not to use. A soft
glow seeped out of my hands and into the skin of the man before me. In truth I
didn't know what drove me on; I could pretend that it was the fact that his
death would certainly see me accused of treason and probably put to death at the
hands of the lords of the land, but that would simply be an excuse.
Lord Sebastan, once general of the King's armies and now the heir apparent, lay
naked before me. I'd spent much time using what little healing magic I knew to
repair his body, leaving him lying in his coma smooth skinned and untouched by
the scars of battle. Now I was using the forbidden spell to transfer my own life
essence into him to sustain and awaken him.
A slight murmur from him showed that my efforts had not been in vain and I
ended my chant. His eyes fluttered open and for a few moments he gazed up at the
tent roof.
"I feel like I was burnt by the fires of hell," he whispered. The sound of his
voice filled my heart with relief and pleasure.
"It was a close thing," I replied, meaning it. I had not always been sure of my
methods during the days I'd spent working on him.
He turned his head and gazed directly at me, confusion appearing in his eyes.
"Adara?" I nodded in reply. "You're... young."
"Darsolo, that dracokin, he decided to play with me, before you almost chopped
off his wing," I smiled. "That was his downfall, if he hadn't, neither of us
would be here." I moved forward and rest my hand on his arm. "Thank you for
saving me."
His eyes closed slightly, showing just how tired he really was. "I get the
feeling you returned the favour. What was that I heard you saying moments ago?"
"A spell," I replied, pausing to decide if I should tell him the truth. "It
allowed me to bolster your life with my own."
He lay still for a moment. "You mean, sacrifice yours for mine."
I sighed, so he was versed in magic theory. "Yes, but a few years at the end of
my life seemed little in comparison to the life of a king."
His eyes opened and locked with mine. "That's not why you did it, is it?"
I found myself at a loss for words, just stuck staring at him. Time passed, I
don't know how much, but the silence was broken by someone clearing their throat
at the door. I quickly pulled my hand from Sebastan's arm and he raised his
head.
"Lady Adara." It was the young guard who had carried my back to my tent so
often. "The lords sent me to fetch you. They wish to know his highness's
condition."
I nodded. "I will be right along. I'm sure they will be overjoyed at my good
news."
Sebastan start to struggle to get up.
"Don't," I said in my best commanding voice. "You are still very weak. Rest
here, I'll talk to the Lords."
"Be careful Adara," he warned, "they can be very savage."
The guard chuckled. "No need to worry about that sir. Most of them can't even
meet the gaze of the woman who tried to save our King while they cowered."
Sharna
We all sat in the treasure chamber, as we had often in the three days since our
master vanished. And when I say all, I mean all.
Melaine had emerged often from the library, bringing with her whatever book she
was studying. As we waited together she spent her time reading and exercising,
at the same time. It was distracting watching her bending and twisting in the
loose robes she favoured. The red material fluttered all over the place, and her
breasts swayed and bobbed, somehow failing to pop out into view.
Ce'lane paced. A pacing person seems to naturally draw the eyes of everyone in
the room, and I kept catching myself watching as her golden cascade of hair
swept back and forth across the blue silken dress she wore.
Thankfully Heri still had more modesty. To my mind the dwarf was the least
sexual of us, but I had no doubt that Graycin did not share that view. She sat
on one of the piles of gold, legs pulled up to cover her. She kept herself as
good looking as possible, probably not wishing to face Graycin's anger again.
Illonna had been worrying almost constantly since Melaine had broken the news.
She hadn't been sleeping or eating well, strange for a halfling. I was glad the
master had let her dress, after all she was overweight and watching her move
naked was not always pleasant to my eye. Her outfit was a more serious version
of Deala's huntsman kit. It was also assembled from rags, although she wouldn't
say why.
Deala and I had spent the time comforting each other as only a pair of sisters
turned lovers could. We had played with each other, mindful that we weren't
allowed to cum without the master's permission. Whenever we waited with the
others we waited with the others we seperated, and enjoyed the floor show
Ce'Lane put on.
Obviously Illonna was the first to spot them. Her cry of: "Master!" followed by
a scramble down a slop of gold coins, alerted the rest of us and we rose to
assemble before them.
The master, seeming more powerful, his scales shining a brighter green than
before, and the female dracokin, her milky scales shimmering. I noticed
immediately that her posture was that of deference. Her wings hung limply behind
her, not curled about her as a cloak like Graycin did. A slump of in her
shoulders mirrored this and she matched his pace only a few steps behind him.
"Ah, my treasures." Graycin grinned, it was one of his happy, not cruel
expressions. "I'm glad you are gathered together, saves me the effort. I would
like to introduce to you my mate Cryl."
I heard gasps from some of the others, but it was Illonna who asked the
important question. "Ddo we have to oobey her?"
Graycin clicked his tongue and shook his head, but it was was Cryl who
answered. "I am in no way your superior. This is how he wished it."
Ce'Lane let out a sigh of relief, prehaps a little loud because it gained
Graycin's attention. "Ce'Lane, Heri, I think I'll give you two the opportunity
to show me how well you get along now. Be ready later." He turned, leaving us
seven females behind.
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