A Request for Advice

by mikeinto

The only thing on my mind while driving home from work on a sweaty day in mid-summer
was to pull my suit pants off, get into my PJs, and laze around. Living alone I could afford to
walk around the house dressed however the hell I wanted and enjoy the Friday afternoon
heat in peace. I came in the door exhausted and slumped onto the couch.

Without my even thinking about it my hand slid into my pants, worked its way under the
waste-band of my g-string, and rubbed and scratched at the small trail of short curly hairs
growing above my vulva. Just as I unbuttoned my pants I heard the doorbell. I live in a
condo with a security guard. We don't get salespeople or Mormons, and since I didn't have
any plans for the night, I was curious who it would be at the door.

It was the little Asian girl who lives in the unit to the left of mine. I didn't even know her
name but I'd seen her in the elevator and coming and going in the halls a few times.

I opened the door and smiling warmly said, "Hey, what's up, can I help you with
something?"

She was nervous. She looked down for a moment and I felt like she was deciding whether or
not to bolt back to her place and lock the door.

Finally she said, "I know we don't really know each other but I need your advice with
something. I really need to talk to you. Can I come in, or do you want to come to my place?"

The latter sounded interesting. I'd never seen any of the other condos in the building.

"OK, let's go," I replied, stepping out into the hall without even putting shoes on.

My curiosity was really peaked. I had no idea what she wanted but I was happy to go along
and find out. Sometimes I can be too solitary of a person and I have had some of my life's
best experiences by taking advantage of sudden opportunities.

"I'm sorry but I don't know your name."

"My English name is Jacqueline, and yours?"

"Jane. So where you born in Ireland or...?"

"China. But I've been here for about 9 years. I came over as a student originally."

She opened her door, which was unlocked, and I followed her inside. Her place was clean
and very sparsely decorated. In the area to the left of the entrance way a couch stood away
from any walls and facing a TV. There was a coffee table, a table in the kitchen to the right
of the entrance way, which had a few chairs set out around it, and there was a large tank
filled with brightly coloured exotic looking fish. The thing that I noticed most was the
complete lack of any decoration on the walls. But because of their light colour, and the fact
that all of the curtains were open, the place still seemed bright and cheery.

We sat on the couch and, still not knowing what exactly was up, I continued the
conversation, learning that Jacqueline was 27 and worked in a travel agency. She seemed
more relaxed now and I again caught the scent of wine on her breath that I had noted first
at my front door. I was not wrong, as she got up and offered me a glass of a very nice red. I
accepted happily, as I'd been planning on drinking anyway while watching movies.

Finally she got to the point I'd been waiting eagerly for.

"The reason I needed to talk to you so badly, Jane, has to do with my boyfriend. I really
appreciate your coming over here, especially since we didn't even know each other. Kary
keeps asking me to do something and, deep down I really want to, but it is something that, I
don't know... it confuses me and it scares me too that if I do it I may regret it and feel...
dirty."

At this last word I perked up my ears and felt a very slight flush of excitement. Maybe I was
getting a little drunk already having not eaten anything yet. One thing was for sure,
Jacqueline's shyness was really leaving me on edge! I wanted to just know already what the
hell was up that was so important that she couldn't call one of her friends on the phone or
something, she had to come over and knock on my door.

"Well...?" I laughed, "What is it? What is it?"

She took another gulp of wine and then, looking at the floor, said, "A threesome."

"I'm assuming he wants to do it with another girl?" I answered, wanting all the facts before I
gave her my opinion.

"He does. In fact, he's already decided which girl. He is really serious about it, and I love
him and trust him completely, and... I think I want it too. The girl is you Jane."

She was about to melt into the couch with embarrassment now. Wow. I didn't see this
coming on my drive home from work. I didn't even think I knew who her boyfriend was. I'd
seen a few guys in the elevator but didn't know where any of them lived. I had certainly
never done anything like a threesome before. Nor had I ever fooled around with another
girl. But then I thought, "Ahh... what the fuck, it's Friday."

I put my arm around Jacqueline's shoulder and said, "Well sweetie, if you want to do this,
let's do it."

She finally had the courage to take her beautiful eyes off of the floor and look up to meet
mine. My fingertips ran gently under her bangs rubbing her forehead. She put her hand
behind my head and slowly leaned in to kiss my lips. My first kiss with a woman and it felt
much more natural than I might have guessed it would. After this kiss she drew back and
looked at me, beaming with relief and pleasure after so much concern over what the result
of taking this risk would be.

I hadn't really checked her out before this. Jacqueline was a petite woman with a delicate
beauty and refined features. I took her small beautiful hand and held it between my own
hands which completely covered it.

"Kary will be home any minute. He just went out to do some shopping and I didn't tell him
anything about this. I think he will be happy with me," she giggled.

I was actually starting to burn up with desire for this woman. Even if her boyfriend didn't
come back I would have fucked her. "Who cares," I rationalized to myself, "sex is supposed
to feel good, if it feels good it then it's fine."

I kissed Jacqueline again, this time opening my lips a crack and letting the end of my tongue
enter her mouth. We were making out very slowly, still fully clothed, me fondling her
breasts and her running her hands through my long chestnut hair when the door opened.

Kary was a tall and very well built man. Welsh, as I would learn later. His body was on the
verge of being too thick and making the transition from just strong to strong and definitely
fat. I could tell that in a few years this change would irreversibly take place, but it hadn't
quite begun yet. His hairline was receding a little in the corners. I put him in his early 30s.

His smile was so broad as he gazed down at his couch and what waited there for him, that I
thought it might lift him off of the ground as it grew.

He shook his head and clucked, "Jacqueline my dear you are simply incredible. Incredible."

She bowed her head, laughing.

"I'm Jane," I said.

"It is a pleasure Jane. My name is Kary."

He took his boots off and came up to us from behind the couch, draping one arm around
each of our shoulders and leaning his head forward to kiss the backs of our necks. Kary
kissed his girlfriend deeply, and then turned to me and, very suddenly, we were making out.
His left arm dropped from Jacqueline and came around to touch my cheek. I stuck my arm
down over the back of the couch and searched blindly with it until it found its mark, the
hard bulge in the front of Kary's corduroys.

He stood up and took his shirt off, which gave us girls the opportunity to do the same with
each other. I then unfastened Jacqueline's bra and found myself looking at two absolutely
delicious little titties. They were small but very perky, perfectly formed and capped by dark
nipples. I leaned in to suck one and put my open hand lightly underneath it.

My lips bobbed rhythmically on Jacqueline's tit and she made noises of appreciation while
running her fingertips in scratching waves up my back. After a minute she leaned back
further into a semi-reclined position, propped up on her elbows.

I took the cue and instead of following her down, pulled away from her tit and helped take
her jeans and underwear off in a single motion. She raised her small ass off of the couch to
help me undress her. Then I was looking at a cunt more closely than I had ever seen one.
She kept it shaved bare. Her lips where close together, making her look tight. In spite of
how horny I was, I didn't feel any strong urge to take the full plunge and taste her just yet.

I heard Kary coming around to the front of the couch and turned to look at him. He was
naked and he was big. I felt my heart move faster inside my chest as I watched him pull his
foreskin back like a shield being lifted, exposing the broad shining purple of his penis head.
His dick was firm, rising up so captivatingly the way only a nice big cock can. I straightened
up and turned toward him while still remaining seated on the couch. My hands came
forward easily, and without resistance I began touching his cock.

It was like a cricket bat as I weighed it: stiff and determined and powerful. I cupped his ball
sack with my right hand and rhythmically pulled and teased it down between my fingers,
rolling his testicles around slowly. I could feel the thinly distributed hairs of his scrotum
tickling my palm. His sack was warm. Beads of his sweat were rubbing off onto my skin.

It was beautiful to look into his blue eyes and see how excited he was, and then to look
lower down and see his cock literally waiving in the air with anticipation for my mouth. I had
to take a moment and stare with appreciation at this big piece of him sticking up off of his
body, so desperately wanting some attention.

I slowly ran the index finger of my left hand down, starting between his ass cheeks, farther
and farther, from his ass along the skin between his legs and, in no rush, up his shaft.
Jacqueline's naked body was pressed against my back, hugging me. Her head was leaning
on my shoulder as she watched the action. She kissed and nibbled at my earlobe, which felt
great.

I bit my lip while I teased Kary with my finger, smiling innocently. At last I leaned in close
and, turning my head to one side, put my lips tenderly on the edge of his shaft about half
way up. I ran my kiss very deliberately first down the side of his shaft and then up until I
reached the underside of his head. I licked him there lightly and continuously for a long
while, letting my lips brush around his head without sucking him into my mouth yet.

My hand gingerly worked the base of his shaft, making circles up and down, lifting his
pleasure together with my strokes. My twat was burning with excitement and I was slowly
massaging my own groin inside my pants just as I was working his.

Finally I was ready and needing more, I opened by jaws wide and bobbed my head down
taking most of his length into my horny throat. At the same time I rubbed my clit faster and
felt a persistent warmth rise up my back and push its way to my face and my cock-filled
mouth. I was in love with his dick in this moment, with its bulging veins, with its curves; I
wanted it to plug me everywhere and for a long time to come.

Jacqueline was grinding her wet pussy against my lower back while I was giving her
boyfriend head. She seemed content to watch from where she was for the moment.

With his shaft in my throat I allowed the fingers of the hand I wasn't masturbating with to
glide along Kary's asshole, rubbing it lightly and spreading his hole out the slightest bit just
with the very tip of my finger. I didn't go too far in. I wasn't sure how he'd react if I tried. I
had to pull the finger back after rubbing his ass and quickly take his cock out of my mouth
and run the finger under my nostrils. I breathed in a strong whiff of a man's smells. It made
me wild. I wanted to put my finger farther in, I would just try and see what he said.

I got up from the couch and nudged Jacqueline's head towards her boyfriend's dick to
continue where I had left off. I removed my pants and came to Kary's side, sliding my finger
back down to his asshole where I began to apply pressure without actually entering him. He
kissed me fervently with his tongue and, reaching down between his own legs, forcefully
took my hand and guided my finger up into him.

This was so erotic to me that I couldn't contain myself. I took my finger out for a moment,
took Kary's hand and, falling onto my back on the couch, spread my legs for him. He threw
his shoulders under my calves and positioned his stiff cock at the entrance of my little hole.
In the next instant he was penetrating me slowly and it felt so good that I gasped.

Jacqueline came over to where my head was resting and positioned her slit over my mouth,
facing her boyfriend so she could watch him move in and out of my body. I still wasn't so
sure I wanted this, but things were going so well that I just shut my eyes and began licking
Jacqueline's cunt. This view was one I never would have guessed that I'd have. I was looking
up into a woman's cunt and ass. She was tight and perfectly proportioned with the sweetest
little ass you can imagine.

Once I got started it wasn't bad at all. I licked her everywhere, her thighs, her outer lips, her
inner lips, her clit. I even tried tongue fucking her and licking her ass. She was so cute and
appreciative. Her boyfriend was really laying it into me by then, making my boobs bounce
to the rhythm of our fucking. I groaned and groaned with pleasure. I just continued yelling,
"Fuck me," over and over. Fuck me. Fuck me.

He was taking everything out of me, overpowering my mind with his amazing dick.

I moved my finger back up Kary's asshole and fucked him with it as he drove his shaft into
me. He moaned and rolled his head back when I penetrated him, which I just loved. I
wriggled and gyrated my pelvis under his thrusts. They became even deeper and more
forceful, as if he wanted to punish me for being so dirty and daring to finger fuck his ass.
Maybe he wanted to prove how powerful and in control he was, that he was open enough to
take a finger up his ass and still be a man.

He spread his legs out wider, pushing my thighs wider open at the same time. He arched his
back more each time he pulled his cock out of me, pushing his ass back and allowing my
finger deeper access. Then he would come forward again, driving his thick rod in, filling me
with ripples of hot excitement. He was so strong and fit and eager. With each thrust I felt
like he was hitting the very deepest place inside of me; sliding firmly and passionately into
my moist slit.

Jacqueline leaned forward so that she could lick my clit while I licked her and took her
boyfriend's throbbing cock. This was likely the most overpowering set of sexual sensations
that I've ever had.

Kary slowed down and from inside his asshole I felt everything contract. I knew that his
orgasm was not far off. I rapidly rubbed my finger along the small hard bump that I knew
was his prostate. He let out an unchecked moan that came from somewhere deep in his
guts.

He pulled his cock out of me and I looked up from between his girlfriend's legs just in time
to see him rubbing himself and see his dick start to spasm and fire large strings of hot cum
onto my belly and onto Jacqueline. His asshole clenched down firmly around my finger as he
came. Jacqueline moved forward and started to suck him. I moved her legs over so that I
could sit up and join in.

The two of us kissed each other around Kary's still hard dick. Our mouths played together.
Then one of us would focus on his balls while the other sucked his head. His shaft was
beautiful, slick and glistening in the last light of the day, which entered through the open
windows.

It was so hot to hear his noises and be so submissive while still controlling his pleasure. His
erection never subsided. He took my head with both hands and fucked my mouth, then he
fucked me between my tits, then back into my mouth, into Jacqueline's mouth, and on and
on like this.

Jacqueline started eating my pussy again. I wasn't looking at her, I had a mouth full of hard
dick to fuck on, I could just feel her little licks between my legs. Finally, I came. Everywhere
was on fire. I sucked and stroked furiously at Kary's manhood, begging him to cum again,
pleading for his cum on my face. It would be such a nice finish to an unbelievable evening.

And then he pushed my hand away from his rod so he could hold it himself and jerk off. In a
matter of seconds I had my wish, more jizz splattered onto my delirious body.

The three of us lay down together on the carpet, kissing and touching for the rest of the
night.

I still visit Kary and Jacqueline from time to time. They are engaged and despite some
problems from now and then, they seem to be a very good couple. Jacqueline and I have
become friends although not super close. I'm glad that things happened the way they did,
and that my getting involved hasn't damaged their relationship. It certainly opened up new
doors for me, ones that I hadn't even considered exploring, like group sex and fucking other
women, things which I may decide to try more of some time soon.

A Good Lift

by rockhard4uc

It had been a good day, in fact a good week, so far - hard work, but successful. Everything
leading towards the end of the month was almost complete and I'd just said my farewells to
my colleagues. Our office was on the 10th floor of a 12-storey building in downtown Los
Angeles, and I usually chose to walk down the stairs. For some reason, that day, I'd decided
to take the lift. It was notoriously unreliable, breaking down more times in a week than my
most stressed-out colleague. We even christened it 'the rape lift' although no-one had ever
complained about being raped in it, at least not that we'd heard.

I worked as an account manager in a group of 5 women and 3 guys, all in their 30s, active.
modern and quite attractive, in general. We had a good relationship and spent time at each
others houses and also enjoyed social events together. None of them seemed to have
paired off, because most already had partners, but a few rumours had circulated a few
times about John and Caroline, the two most attractive of the group. They always smiled at
each other in that special way that you usually only see between lovers, but both were
married with kids, so....

Musing on my day, I pressed the lift call button and waited. I heard the lift start up from one
of the floors above - even the floor-indicator lights didn't work successfully. But within about
a minute, the lift did arrive at my floor and the doors slowly cranked open. I stepped in the
quite small lift to find it occupied by just one young guy who I'd seen a few times in the
building, especially during lunch in the restaurant. I remembered that he was always with a
most attractive young girl who made my hormones boil. I've always been a little bit
bisexual, and love the taste of a young female pussy once in a while. I smiled at him as the
lift doors closed and the machine began its slow descent.

But only to the next floor. The doors opened again to reveal a large party of people standing
there waiting to get in. The lift had an 8-person limit and it was soon full. But the nice thing
was that I was pressed up against a few people, all of whom smelled good and they were
chatting excitedly about a meeting they'd just had. I now couldn't see that young guy, but I
could feel someone very close behind me, pressing against me. In fact, as the lift started
moving again, very jerkily this time, I felt the person behind me move up very close. Could I
feel a large lump pressing against my ass? Wow! yes I could. There was a guy with an
erection pressing against me and it felt like a really big one too. I knew immediately that it
was the guy from the floor above.

The lift started to grind its way slowly downwards and that erection seemed to get larger
and larger as it pressed harder into my soft yielding buttocks. My pussy had already been
wet at the thought of going home to my lover and now it began that tingle that tells me to
beware - it wants some action. I even wriggled my ass a little, to try to get the erection to
move between my ass cheeks, but a look from the woman just in front of me made me give
up that idea quickly. For some reason, she was looking at the guy behind me with a rather
sexy smile - maybe she'd enjoyed him some other time in the lift?

At the ground floor, all of the group got out of the lift, except the guy behind me and myself.
And he didn't move away from me as the lift doors closed again and it started on down to
the underground garage. In fact, his hands moved to rest on my hips and he pulled himself
even harder against me. It felt like he had a steel rod pressed against my ass, and it was
throbbing like a wild thing. Oh so sexy! I wasn't going to resist, at least not yet. I could feel
my pussy juicing up nicely and my panties were getting a lot more damp.

The lift stopped at its lower limit and the doors opened. He stepped away from me into the
doorway and grinned.

"You know, Julia, there's no-one on our floor now. They've all gone home."

I grinned back at him, glancing quickly down at the huge bulge sticking out of his trousers.

"Yes, you did get me hard, as you felt. I've been thinking about you for several weeks now,
hoping we might meet sometime," he continued, not moving out of the lift. "Shall we go
back up to the 12th?" he asked sweetly.

Well now I did have a very simple choice. Say 'no' and go home and make love with my
boyfriend, who would be more than ready for me after our sexy telephone calls all day.
Or....enjoy this young stud for a while. I'm afraid that my pussy did the deciding for me. At
just the moment when I needed to have a clear head and make a rational decision, there
was a terrific pulse through my pussy - was I squeezing my legs together or something? And
I almost had the most amazing cum! Somehow I managed to just moan a little as I bit my
lower lip to keep myself from crying out with pleasure as the lovely feelings rushed through
me. But too late - he'd noticed my eyes displaying their pleasure.

He stepped back in the lift and pressed the 12th floor button. And he cancelled all the other
calls on the way up - I knew about that function of this otherwise archaic lift. It was a way to
get up to the top 3 floors quickly. The doors rattled shut and he moved against me again,
this time face to face. He had a hungry look in his eyes, one that turned my legs to jelly.

"I really fancy you," he whispered as he brushed his lips across mine.

So soft and warm, I wanted to grab them and kiss him deeply... His hands were on my hips
again, such gentle hands, stroking along my sides and pulling me rhythmically against him.
Yes, I could still feel that huge solid shaft between his legs, urgently pushing out towards
me.

I put my arms round him and pulled him close, just so that I could feel his hardness burying
deeper into my belly. Oooooooooooo it did feel good and my pussy was already saying how
much she wanted to enjoy him, juicing even more with each passing moment. We passed
my own office floor and I heard some banging on the door as we rattled past. I'd done that
myself several times as it annoyed me when a lift went straight past. But that time I was
quite glad it did! It would have embarrassed me a lot if any one of my colleagues had seen
me in such a compromising position. They all knew my lover well, some of them more than
just that as we'd enjoyed several 3somes with the girls. I just didn't want him to find out
from them - I'd tell him later - maybe.

"My name's Brian," he murmured as the lift came to a stop on the 12th. "Do you want to go
to my office?"

"Uh no," I replied, pressing the emergency stop button of the lift. "Let's just stay here - it's
rather erotic."

He smiled and his hands slid above my waist taking my short soft top with them. The feel of
his bare hands on my skin was electrifying - so warm and so gentle. He encountered my bra
but with superb expertise, he slid it upwards and freed my breasts. I have deliciously firm
breasts and my nipples were already hard and aching, even more so when he pushed me
back against the side of the lift and started to massage them erotically. He cupped them
and lifted them to enjoy their weight then squashed them against me, then circled them
with his finger nails until I was almost crying with delight. As the fingers of both hands
closed on my big nipples I knew he was going to make me cum - just as he started to
squeeze them my body erupted into a raging orgasm, which almost threw me to the floor.

He stayed caressing my nipples gently as he felt my cum explode and rush through my
body, his face, when I could focus on him again, was open in a broad and very satisfied grin.

"Oh man," I managed to smile, "I guess I needed that!"

"Yes Julia, I gather you did," he grinned. "How can I add to that?"

I chuckled softly at him, "Maybe you can't, but I'm sure that you'd like to try."

"Would you mind?" he asked gently.

"Mind? If you stopped now I'd just claim you raped me," I grinned mischievously.

"Maybe you would actually like it if I did?" he asked with an equally mischievous grin.

I didn't reply, but simply took his hands from my breasts and pressed the down button of
the lift. He looked at me in surprise and then somewhat in shock. But as often with this
damned lift, nothing happened. I pressed the clear button and re-pressed down, but still
nothing happened. I noticed he was grinning even more broadly.

"Looks like you'll have to run down the stairs now. Or perhaps, you would now like to let me
taste your body even more completely?"

Now should I put up a fight here, or would it be best just to enjoy this obviously very skillful
and experienced guy?

I did not have to make that decision, because at that precise moment a soft female voice
called out "Brian, is that you?"

I just had time to push my bra and top down to cover myself up when his pretty girlfriend
appeared in the doorway of the lift. She took one look at me and smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Jonson, I did not realise you were here. Is Brian keeping you amused? I
know he fancies you. We often make love with him calling your name as he empties his big
balls into my aching pussy. Don't you Brian?"

She snarled at him a little, and when he sheepishly said "Yes, darling" I realised who was
dominant in their partnership.

But he didn't move away from me - his body was still pressed against mine and his big prick
was throbbing, if anything it had even grown a lot bigger.

"Are you going to invite Ms. Jonson into your office? Seeing as tho you've brought her all the
way up here!" she almost shouted.

At that he stepped away from me and she held out her hand. It was perfectly manicured, as
I imagined it would be, and her body was lithe and athletic as I already knew it was, having
eyed her up many times.

I took her hand gently and she urged me with her eyes to follow as she started to walk
down the corridor, not far, just two doorways.

"Oh it's OK Ms. Jonson," she exclaimed, "No-one here but us - we often spend evenings here
having fun."

She threw open the office door on which I saw his name, Brian Wilson, Account manager. His
office was standard, except for a very large table and some cushions thrown around the
floor. The outlook across the city was superb as our office block was away from all the
others in downtown and looked across a lovely park. The sun was just going down behind
the sea in the far distance - a beautiful sight as always when the smog eased away.

He followed us into the room and sat on the edge of the table. His huge erection was
tenting his trousers again and I looked at it hungrily. But I was now wondering whether I was
going to be able to enjoy him at all, with her dominating the scene. However, I didn't need
to worry. She pulled me with her as she moved right up to him and knelt down in front of
him.

"Go on," she urged, "You know you want to see it. Take it out. It's quite gorgeous."

She was licking her lips in anticipation, and my pussy was now dribbling juices through my
panties and onto my thighs.

I reached out and gingerly found the top of his zipper.

"No underwear!" she cried, as I started to slowly pull his trouser zip downwards.

However, I was not expecting the beauty of his massive erection as it literally shot through
the opening. It was truly massive, long and thick, like a tree branch, and absolutely soaked
with pre-cum. I wanted to grab it and possess it immediately. I still managed to pull the
zipper down completely and both of us girls just sat back on our heels and watched as his
huge tool just jerked back and forth in front of our eyes. It was truly magnificent, and he
knew it.

I leaned towards him and she followed me, but it was her hand that went out first. She
grabbed his prick firmly close to the base and pointed it towards my mouth.

"Don't worry darling," she cooed, "this prick can spurt at least 5 times tonight. You'll have a
chance to watch it, taste it and feel it wherever you like."

She smiled at me and her eyes indicated that I should try and take him into my mouth. I
love giving head, but this was bigger than I'd ever tried before. I nuzzled my lips against it
and got the sweet taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. Oh yes, this was going to be good, I
knew it.

I parted my lips, and opened my mouth as far as I thought it could go and then pushed my
head down onto the head of his huge prick. He groaned with pleasure as it actually went
into my mouth and I could run my tongue across the sensitive ridge. I was surprised that I
could take it inside, and tried to grin. That was impossible with such a huge stick in my
mouth, and then I moved it deeper. He hit the back of my throat before he was half way in.
Oh man, I thought, I'm never going to be able get it all in. But I didn't need to try any
further. I could feel her hand stroking the long part of the shaft that was not buried in my
mouth. And I could also feel the tension building up in his body. He must be really close, I
thought.

I did manage to push him in and out of my mouth a couple of times before he shouted
something totally unintelligible. He suddenly jerked his body and his prick shot out of my
mouth. With her hand holding him firmly, the throbbing shaft began to pulsate violently
before sending out the first of a long series of spurts of his hot cum. That spurt hit the floor
and then on my skirt, then she aimed it at herself and the second went almost entirely into
her mouth. With a quick sign from her eyes, she asked me to take the head into my mouth
quickly and the third spurt shot down my throat - so warm and delicious. Then she let go of
his prick and let him direct it where he wanted as the next three spurts slowly decreased in
strength. Most of the rest of his cum just fell to the floor as I had moved as did not want to
travel on the metro with my clothes covered in a layer of drying cum. The small amount
that got onto my skirt would sponge off easily.

She grinned at me.

"That was great. You enjoy it too?"

"Oh yes," I replied watching his prick as it didn't even deflate one little bit.

She helped me to stand up and pushed him roughly aside, then pushed me backwards until
I had no choice but to lie on my back on the table. She ordered him to put a pillow under my
head, while she was already lifting my skirt and pulling down my soaking wet panties. I
don't think I've ever been so wet. She murmured and moaned to herself as she eyed up my
cleanly shaven pussy.

"Can I taste you?" she asked softly.

There was nothing I wanted more!

He stood beside the table and started to push up my top again, as he'd done in the lift so
successfully. I watched her though as she pushed my legs apart and moved between them
smoothly, running her nice hot tongue up the insides of one thigh, then the other.

"I can see your pussy oozing juices. Babe, you're so horny!" she exclaimed.
"Don't talk, just lick me," I begged her, desperate to feel her tongue lapping at my sensitive
clit.

She put her arms on either side of my legs and almost lifted me up towards her mouth. I
watched as her tongue came out, tensing myself for the pleasure I was about to feel. His
hands were now squeezing my breasts after he'd pushed up my bra yet again. Then her
tongue brushed across my clit. And I was in heaven. The orgasm feelings built up so rapidly
and so far as her exquisite tongue played its tune across my horny clit. I was going to cum,
cum quickly and cum very hard. And suddenly I was floating somewhere in space. His
fingers had grabbed onto my hugely erect nipples and he squeezed them hard as her
tongue completed its run up my clit. I exploded quite literally inside and she said later that I
simply filled her mouth with a big spurt of cum juices. All I remember is wave after wave of
extreme pleasure coursing through me and I was dimly aware of hands holding onto me.

When I'd calmed down and the room came back into focus again, the two of them were
breathlessly watching me, holling tightly to various parts of me as I still writhed across the
table.

"Hey, darling," she cried, "Coming down at last? We had a difficult job holding you on the
table!"

They were both grinning broadly, obviously almost as excited by watching me cum as I was
in actually having the orgasm. He bent down and kissed me deeply on the lips, his tongue
giving mine a great exploration. Her fingers were gently playing around my pussy, which
felt like it was now in need of his big hard prick.

I didn't need to tell him, he knew, and so did she. She moved aside and invited him between
my legs, which I was holding so wide apart it felt like my pussy was a mile wide. And maybe
it needed to be! I looked over my pussy and watched as he moved gently between my legs,
his enormous tool sticking up proudly way beyond his waist. It was a true monster, and
much bigger than anything else that I'd ever had inside me, even sex toys. He put his arms
on my thighs and pushed them even further apart.

"I love to see a wide open and horny pussy eager for a treat," he murmured as he took that
great shaft in his hand and directed it towards my now aching pussy.

Work in progress...

Shellie Couldn't Sleep

by xCalaban

Shellie was an accomplished business person, an experienced traveler, and a totally

frustrated woman. Her career was satisfying enough. It provided days full of robust
negotiations and an opportunity to test her mettle against the very best of her competitors
on a daily basis. The job also provided her with lavish hotel accommodations like the room
she tossed and turned sleeplessly in tonight. Her earlier attempt at self-gratification had
ended in failure. The touch of her own hand had simply magnified her desire to be touched
by someone else, and share intimacy with another, preferably male, warm body. Disgusted,
she kicked her covers off, rose, put on a robe, and walked out on to her fourth floor balcony.

The late night sounds of the city were distant and muted from her vantage point. Beneath
her the hotel courtyard was deserted and dark except for the lighted water in the swimming
pool and hot-tub directly below her. The water looked inviting and the thought that a few
laps might help her sleep set her in motion.
Moments later Shellie emerged from her room quietly, and made her way to the elevator.
She had a towel wrapped around herself that covered the pretty little two-piece bathing suit
beneath it. When she reached the pool, she slipped in and swam a couple of laps, then
looked over at the hot-tub thinking "that looks good." She found the switch on a post by the
tub and turned on the water jets. The water began to churn and bubble as she stepped
inside.

The warm currents assailed her body and made her tingle all over. It was a sensuous and
erotic feeling. She felt a familiar surge between her legs as the streams of water caressed
her. Kneeling on the bottom of the tub she placed herself where one of the jets of water
struck her crotch and she shuddered as waves of feeling invaded her body. Alone in this
universe of sensation she turned momentarily, took the bottom of her swimsuit off, and
resting her arms on the edge of the tub again, she positioned her pussy directly in line with
one of the fast streams of warm water.

The sensations the fast-moving water created caused her breathing to quicken, and so
delightful were the feelings she was receiving that she did not notice her admirer until he
stepped in front of her and sat down on his heels with his knees wide apart. He was wearing
a tight swimsuit and had a towel over one shoulder. From her vantage point, the bulge in his
suit was barely above eye level and it took her several heartbeats to turn her face up to
meet her visitor's. He smiled. Her activities in the hot-tub showed clearly on her face. Her
hand hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to run her fingertip back and forth
across his crotch.

"The water is wonderful," she said laughing a little inwardly at her understatement, as the
rushing water from the jet pummeled her clit and each second took her father down the
path she knew would result in an orgasm. This stranger on the deck in front of her could
only enhance the experience she was thinking as she struggled against the urge to start
moaning and offered him the best smile she could manage.

He nodded in affirmation, understanding her need completely and rose to walk around the
tub to the steps behind her. As he walked down the steps into the water, he removed his
suit. The churning water did not let him see her nakedness, but the swimsuit bottom in her
hand and her soft moans and gasps told him all he needed to know. She jumped, startled,
just a little as he pressed his chest into her back, but it was just a sudden reflex and as she
felt the hair on his chest tickling her back and his naked hardness up against her lovely soft
ass, she moaned yet again for the sensations her pussy was experiencing and leaned
slightly back into him.

They remained that way for the longest time. Her ass swaying back and forth against his
hips, his cock nestled in her crack, his hands reaching around to fondle her breasts, while
the water stream brought her to her first orgasm. He clutched her tighter as he felt her
shudder at the waves of emotion and feeling coursing through her body. When the
shuddering stopped, he turned her to face him, stared into her passion filled eyes and
kissed her long and deep. His tongue explored her mouth while his hands explored her
body. Then turning her full front to face him, he slid his knees between her legs and under
her ass, slid his cock inside her precious pussy and held it there, while the jet of water
pounded against her asshole and beyond to stroke his balls. She began to gyrate her hips
and press her cunt down hard onto his now throbbing prick and their moans became loud
enough to drown out the sounds of the churning water. He placed his mouth on hers again
and as they shared hot breath, they let their cries of passion and joy slide down one-
another's throats.

When their orgasms came, it was with such suddenness and intensity that they both began
to shake and thrust their hips against one another in rhythm. Their movements coincided
perfectly to create an erotic dance of lust. When the pulsing in his prick subsided and her
shuddering had diminished to a slight trembling, they pulled their heads back and looked at
one another smiling.

He said, "lovely night isn't it? My name is Oscar, what is yours?"

"I don't need a name tonight" she said, and dropped her face in a pretty blush. "I'm glad
you stopped by though" she mumbled.

"So am I" he said, as he took her by the arm and led her to the nearby chaise lounge. They
had forgotten the rest of the world, and as she lay back on the lounge and spread her legs
in offering to him, he brought his tongue to her sweetness and began to take long, slow, wet
licks up and down her pussy slit. Little shivers ran through her body as his tongue made its
way over her clit while he wet his finger in her soaking cunt and slowly began to penetrate
her ass with it. She moaned loudly and clutched his head on both sides, pulling him tighter
against her pussy. As his finger slowly and gently wiggled back and forth and slid deeper up
her ass, his tongue began to move faster against her clit. He thought, "Oh my god, this is
incredible!"

She was so sexy, so hot as she began to thrust her hips against his mouth he could barely
believe his good fortune. They were both so engrossed in one another that it was only by
accident she noticed the security guard who was just barely in her field of view at the side
of a cabana. Deep in shadow, she could not see him well, but she could tell by his motions
that he was stroking his prick while he watched them. There was no way to tell how long he
had been watching and it didn't really matter. She was so aroused now that anything and
everything were possible. She gestured "come here" to the security man and as he
approached she saw that he had the fattest cock she had ever seen gripped in his fist.

The guard approached, tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm as he saw her
welcoming smile. She made a gesture that made it clear to him what she wanted done with
the contents of his fist. Gasping and bucking, shivering and twitching with passion and
pleasure, she took the guard's rigid cock into her mouth and began to suck, while Oscar's
tongue lashed her cunt even harder as he saw what was happening.

"Mmmmmmmm" she said past the stiff fat cock in her mouth each time she took it in,
and Oscar timed the work of his finger and tongue to match the pace she was setting with
her mouth. Each time the guard's fat prick slid to the back of her throat, Oscar's tongue
would wetly slap against her clit and his finger would drive up her ass as far as it would go.

When Oscar couldn't stand having his cock neglected any longer, he stopped and raised his
head.

"We have to move a little," he said as he pulled on Shellie's hips to roll her over on to her
knees. She took the guard's cock into her mouth once more as Oscar held his hot throbbing
member in his hand and guided it into her soaking wet pussy. Now the dance began in
earnest. Each time Oscar slammed his hips into her ass and drove his cock deep into her
precious, she would lurch forward and take the guard's cock to the back of her throat. The
security man's hips were pumping in rhythm with the motions of Oscar and the girl and as
he bit his fist to keep from screaming the pleasure of his orgasm, Oscar's flood of warm
cream burst into her cunt. With the gushing cum spurting hot and sticky into her mouth and
pussy, she began to cream as waves and waves of orgasmic sensations rocked her body.

When the shudders of joy had ceased, they all just looked at one another in amazement.
None of the three had any idea that yet another set of eyes had been watching them
intently. The guard put his penis away and walked off without a word soon after. Shellie and
Oscar looked long and hard into one-another's eyes and, without speaking, took one-
another by the hand and started toward her room. They both knew that very soon there
would be more to cum.

When the elevator opened to let Oscar and the girl out on the fourth floor, one of the hotel
room doors opened a few inches. It was the door just beyond the one to Shellie's room. As
Shellie slid the key into her door lock, the door beyond opened all the way and a woman
stepped into the hall.

"I couldn't help noticing what you were doing down there," she said, and then continued, "in
fact I couldn't pull my eyes away."

She was a nice looking woman of forty-something, rather voluptuous in body, and neat and
trim in her appearance. She was dressed in a nightgown that was obviously intended to
reveal her treasures and had covered it with a long, silky, red robe that was left open in the
front. She let her statement hang in the air before the surprised couple for a moment before
going on with her speech.

"I would like to join you for whatever you have in mind next. I'm sure you both will enjoy my
company. My name is Delores, what are yours?"

"I'm Oscar and this is my new mystery friend," Oscar replied sharing a smile with his no-
name companion.

The girl without a name smiled sweetly at Delores and said, "We would love to have you join
us. Tonight, I am not who I usually am and it is working out wonderfully. Saying my name
might break the spell, so you can call me Vicky. It will be as good as any name."

Delores' eyes lit up for Shellie's smile and she stepped close enough to touch Shellie's
breast and give Oscar a light kiss on the lips.

"The first thing on my agenda now, is a shower," Oscar said when Delores pulled her lips
away. "Why don't I unlock the door that joins your room to this one, and you come over in
about 20 minutes?"

Delores was already somewhat flushed from watching the pair in front of her when they
were by the pool. She virtually glowed then as she replied, "That sounds wonderful!"

Oscar and Shellie watched Delores intently as she turned and walked back to her room.
Delores' full-figured curves looked beautiful and were not lost on either of her two admirers.
When Oscar and Shellie had stepped into their room and closed the door, Shellie said, "I
have never had a sexual encounter with another woman. I have been curious, but not
curious enough to make it happen."

Oscar looked at her and then hugged her close and said, "just relax and enjoy. I will break
things up if you don't find yourself having a terrific time. After all, I found you first and
Delores is just icing." With that reassurance, the two quickly stripped their bathing suits off
and stepped into the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, after toweling each other dry and playfully exploring one another,
Oscar and Shellie were on the bed, locked in the classic sixty-nine position with Shellie on
her knees above Oscar and taking his once again swollen penis into her mouth. His joy and
pleasure was expressed in muffled moans as his hands gripped Shellie's ass and his tongue
explored her pussy. They both heard the door that adjoined their room to Delores' open and
then shut again but did not interrupt their activities for a greeting. "Delores is on her own
right now" was passing through Oscar's mind as he felt the woman's weight sink onto the
bed. Delores adopted a kneeling position beside the engrossed couple and watched for a
moment, listening to the wet licking and sucking sounds emanating from the pair in front of
her and admiring the lovely visual.

Then Oscar was compelled to shift the position of his head slightly as Delores turned on a
vibrating dildo and positioned it to penetrate Shellie. Poised above his face and very close-
up, the artificial prick looked gigantic and as Delores slid it into Shellie's glistening pussy,
Oscar's cock spasmed in Shellie's mouth and he thought he was going to cum right then. It
took all the willpower he had to hold himself and try to cum with his women.

With just a couple more licks, Oscar surrendered Shellie's pussy to Delores' toy and turned
his attention to the voluptuous Delores; kneeling on the bed with her legs spread wide
apart. Oscar's eyes flicked back and forth between the mesmerizing sight of the over-sized
artificial cock sliding in and out of Shellie, to what his hand was now doing to Delores. He
had slid two fingers into Delores' cunt, then pulled one out and pressed it into her asshole.
As he pushed his fingers up tight into Delores she moaned and pressed down to feel him
better and he began to wiggle his fingers against one another...creating friction on the thin
tissue that separated them.

Meanwhile, Shellie had begun to thrust her ass back against the dildo in Delores' hand
rapidly and bob her head up and down on Oscar's cock very quickly, while making a
humming sound in her throat that vibrated down to his balls.

Delores was hungry. It had been some time since she had managed to enjoy a sexual
experience that went beyond fucking herself with her vibrator. Juicy and dripping on Oscar's
hand, she was crying out with utter joy at the sensations, the sounds, the sights, and the
feelings the moment were giving her.

Delores was the first to cum. Her legs began to quiver and she thrust herself against Oscar's
hand violently as her cries became almost whimpers and the waves of pleasure swept
through her body. It was as though Delores had given a signal and perhaps she had, the
sight of her shaking limbs and the sounds emanating from her throat hit Oscar like a
speeding truck and his cock exploded into Shellie's mouth. As his prick pulsed and spewed
his hot cream into Shellie, she too began to cum as she sucked and swallowed noisily to
keep up with Oscar's flood of man-juice.

A few moments later, still quivering and goose-bumped from their experience, the three lay
side-by-side with Oscar in the middle holding each woman tight with one arm. Their hearts
beat fast, their breath came in gulps, and each was thinking about how the rest of the night
would go.

It was Delores that recovered first, at least she was the one to make the next move. She got
up from the bed and walked around it to lie down again next to Shellie. Propping himself on
his elbow, Oscar watched as a range of emotions crossed Shellie's face when she saw
Delores approaching. Shellie was uncertain how she would feel about the physical
attentions of another woman. Delores' lips were frozen in a little smile as she lay down and
began to stroke one of Shellie's breasts. It was the luscious Shellie Delores was interested in
the most, although there was room in her life for a hard cock from time to time.

Shellie then found herself responding as Delores turned to kiss her. The feel of the woman's
ample breasts pressing naked and warm against her own, the feel of Delores' soft lips on
hers, and Delores' hand reaching down to gently rub her cunt, all had their effect on Shellie.
The stiffness went out of her body as she began to kiss Delores in return and play with one
of Delores' nipples.

Delores then moved to a kneeling position between Shellie's legs and after rubbing her
belly, hips, and thighs with her hands Delores lowered her head to find Shellie's pussy slit
with her tongue. Shellie grabbed a handful of hair on each side of Delores' head and began
to moan softly under the ministrations of Delores' wet warm tongue.

Oscar, inflamed and hard as a result of the images he'd been receiving, rose to place
himself also in a kneeling position behind Delores. Taking his prick in his fist, Oscar began to
rub the tip of it up and down between Delores' pussy lips. When he made as though to push
his cock into her, she stopped her attentions to Shellie's cunt, raised up and said, "No,
wait."

With that, Delores jumped off the bed, hurried to the bag she had brought, and pulled out a
tube of lubricant. Delores smeared a liberal amount of the cream lube on Oscar's cock, and
he thought he smelled cinnamon and maybe a touch of vanilla.

"Now," Delores said as she resumed her position and once again lowered her mouth to
Shellie's glistening-wet pussy. But, when Oscar got into place behind her she reached back
and took his cock from his hand. Delores then guided Oscars hot hard prick, with the
creamy lube all over it, into her asshole. Holding himself just inside Delores' ample ass,
Oscar waited for her sphincter to relax then pushed himself in slowly as deep as he could
go, impaling her with his prick.

As Oscar's cock probed Delores' ass, his hands clutched at the soft warm globes presented
before him so deliciously. The tight warm feel of Delores' asshole soon had him pumping in
and out rapidly. As his hips slapped up against Delores' butt, she grunted into Shellie's cunt
and by this time, once again clutching Delores' hair, Shellie was reduced to a steady
moaning sound that was almost a keening. Delores moved one of her hands down to rub
her own clit while Oscar's cock reamed her ass and in this manner, pumping, licking,
sucking, fucking, moaning, and making the juicy noises that accompany this lovely activity,
they all came again within a few seconds of one-another.

All three of them learned something that night. Shellie learned that while she still wanted
men, the attentions of a woman could be very gratifying to her. Oscar learned that plunging
into the ass of a larger woman held special thrills of its own, and Delores learned that the
way to get what she wanted was to be bold and ask for it. We'll never know if the security
guy from down by the pool learned anything, but the way he handled himself, one might get
the impression that nothing new had happened for him that night. The pool and hot-tub no
doubt look inviting to sleepless guests on a regular basis.

Dark Desire

by Sascha_I

Leaning against her desk, Raven hung back in the crowd at her stupid office party.

She hated how much of what was going on would end up in a disaster of office gossip and
nonsense the next day while she remained silent and unnoticed. The weird one who got the
job done, Raven preformed her duties as a secretary better than anyone else could have
imagined.

Yet here she was with only a watered down drink, her normal anger at the system, and a
crappy pay check to show for all that hard work.

Oh and let's not forget that she lived alone.

Peter approached her with a dopey grin on his face.

Raven groaned.

His fading hairline and bags under those gray eyes gave away his age. The fact that he
wore white irritated her too. But still she had to play nice. He was her boss. "Any chance
you're free and want to cut this party short?"

She kept her tone neutral. "Afraid not. Having too much fun here."

He sighed and gave her that longing look most men his age did when they saw her.

She adjusted the navy blue blazer she wore to cover a pristine white shirt. Goddess she
hated how she had to conform here. Even down to the blue skirt she wore, thigh highs and
six inch heels, she looked like the others. It was a saving grace that she was able to wear
her garter belt with the stockings and the lacy bra she wore to make her feel sexy. The thin
scrap of lace that barely covered her pussy completed the feeling.

She shrugged and knocked back her watered down scotch with a gasp. The alcohol tasted
like shit due to the fact that it was a cheap scotch, but it was alcohol.
It would get her fucked up enough so that she could forget going home to an empty house.

Peter offered her one last kind smile but made his way back to the main area where most of
her co-workers converged.

Running a hand through her midnight blue hair, she set her cup down and made her way
towards the bartender. "Hit m e again, jack." She held out her hand.

The bartender gave her a cockeyed grin and poured another drink for her.

Narrowing her eyes, she leaned closer. She didn't bother to hold her tongue.

"Make it a double. I'm leaving after this. And don't fucking water it down."

He nodded and handed her a drink.

She ran a hand through her loose strands and let it fan out over her shoulders.

She shouldn't be here. Looking around at her co-workers annoyed her. Tina, the drunk who
ran accounting was going through a nasty divorce and had been up to her eyeballs in scotch
earlier, was now dancing on top of the table with a few of the department heads cheering
her on.

Her expression looked dead, Raven decided.

And Mike, good old Irish Catholic Mike, was standing in the corner lecturing some poor
woman about the evils of the queer rights organizations. Dressed in a ratty t-shirt and black
pants that were too tight for his fat ass, he ran a hand through his mullet and continued to
'talk' to the poor little sap that bothered to listen to him.

Every time he opened his mouth he proved he was an idiot.

When he went on his gay bashing tirades, the desire to get fucked up the ass increased.

Raven snorted. "Fat bastard." She sipped her drink, scanned the pathetic crowd she forced
herself to see every day and then decided to leave. Slamming her scotch, she coughed from
the burn of cheap liquor before setting her glass down. "I'm out." She waved and slipped
past a few desks into the hall where she bumped into a solid wall.

With an oomph, she turned around to see that the wall wasn't a wall but a wall of muscle.

Romyn stood with dark eyes and that dangerous smile he always wore. The smile made her
shiver but she held her ground. It was those lips that caught every female within one
hundred yards off guard.

Even Raven.

She swore no man would get the better of her.

"Hello," he held her shoulders firmly in strong hands.

Long dark hair had been tied back and hung down over a fitted suit coat that emphasized a
slender yet built body. Long slacks hung off hips she felt certain were made of steel.

She remained paralyzed by the predatory stare in his icy blue eyes.

He raked his gaze over her and her cheeks flushed with heat.

Her panties grew damp. Damn him! "Romyn." She gave him a curt nod and tried to
maneuver around him.
Yet the sheer size of his body towering over hers made it seem impossible.

His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin. "Going somewhere? It's not like you to leave a
company party early."

That deep rumbling voice did things to her insides that made her want to shed the crappy
corporate restraints she'd forced herself into daily and crawl all over his body until she'd
taken her fill of his cock, and then some.

Men like him were a danger to not only her libido but her heart as well. "I see you're not
with Alex."

"No," Romyn sighed, "I had to make an appearance at this droll charade and then I'm off to
meet him downtown. You should join us." He stepped back and held out his hand.

You know you want to. The thought whispered across her mind like silk across her lush body
at night and reminded her of her toys, only naughtier.

She coughed. "I can't. Afraid I've got a ton of work to do and," she coughed again, "I think
I'm coming down with something."

"That something," he nodded, "is office boredom. The staff here is so incompetent

I barely can't believe they're allowed to work for Alex. But," he sighed, gave a shrug of his
shoulders and raked his eyes over her body once more, "so be it. I can't control how he runs
his company. However," his mouth hung open, inviting a blatant offer for a kiss Raven knew
she better not take, "there's nothing wrong with you that a great night out can't fix."

She blushed. That act alone reminded her why she hated being near Romyn or his equally
attractive friend Alex. The two men weren't just eye candy.

They were Lust Incarnate.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation of images now filling her mind. She turned away from
Romyn, ever so slightly. Coughing again, she tried to fake a sneeze but

nothing came out.

The depth of his voice added to arousal already building low in her body. He leaned forward,
his mouth brushing lightly over her ear, "I think a better quality scotch would help that cold,
Miss Raven."

Suddenly she found herself being escorted down the hall towards the parking garage.
Unable to stop herself, she let his long fingers caress her wrist. The pad of his thumb
worked over her palms and sent signals racing towards her throbbing clit

Raven had always prided herself on being the lone wolf in all matters, capable of making
her own decisions and running her life as she chose.

But Romyn made that very difficult as always.

She blinked and in an instant found herself sliding into the passenger seat of his midnight
blue BMW. The car screamed luxury and raw power, complete with black leather seats that
were as soft as butter. Fresh rosemary and pine scents hung in the air but Raven picked up
on the sweet smell of pipe tobacco and sandalwood.

She smoothed her dark skirt over her thighs and pressed her legs together in an attempt to
alleviate pressure now buzzing about her pussy.
She saw Romyn ease into the driver's seat, keeping her gaze focused on those lean, long
legs she'd seen a few times in shorts. He adjusted the seatbelt across his large frame and
turned to meet her. Fire burned in those eyes.

She swallowed hard. In a quiet voice, she spoke, "Why can't I say no to you?"

Romyn started the car and backed out of the space with ease. Facing forward, he pulled
onto the freeway and sped towards downtown, leaving her question hanging in the air.

Frustrated, Raven kept her hands to herself the entire ride until they'd pulled into a parking
lot packed with a variety of cars. "This place," she mouthed.

"It's not what you'd expect of me, is it?"

Turning to face him, she blinked. "No."

"Good. I hate to repeat routines and meet expectations without surprising people." That
steady cantor of his voice made her realize that he could read the phone book and bring her
to orgasm repeatedly.

He was the male version of Oceania, famed audio sex goddess.

She wished she'd worn thicker panties. The deep blue thong she wore barely covered her
sex and only seemed to irritate her more.

Her matching bra didn't help, the lace rubbed across her puckered nipples and if it weren't
for her black suit coat, she'd be showing Romyn and the world just how aroused she was.

She slid out of the car and spun around to find the parking lot filled with people that formed
a line towards the club. Bass driven music pounded from the entrance while dozens of kids
and younger adults dressed in Goth clothing waited to be admitted.

She knew this place, frequented it regularly but had never seen Romyn here.

He left the car, hit a button and it locked.

Her door still hung open.

He came up behind her in a whisper, setting his hand on her so softly that she nearly
jumped out of her skin.

Glaring at him, she pursed her lips together in a thin line.

He stared back but the embers of lust never left those gorgeous eyes. "You'll want to
change out of that jacket and into this." He held a long dark cloak that was probably a deep
forest green colour. It appeared to match her hair and the rest of her dress. "Or I have
something else if you'd prefer to go a little more on the skimpy side. "

Snorting, she reached for the cloak. "You never answered my earlier question."

He cocked his head briefly, then met her with those eyes and that sensual mouth.

"Oh yes, about how you cannot seem to deny me anything. I'm sure we'll find the answer to
that sometime this evening. Now come. Alex awaits us."

Raven slipped on the cloak after shedding her jacket and tossing it over the seat in his car.
With a gentle push, she shut the passenger door. Her high heels crunched along the gravel
but she kept up with Romyn's lengthy, confident stride until they passed the crowd. A few
cries and complaints echoed in the background but Raven couldn't be bothered with them.
Loud darkwave music blared inside that made her want to sway seductively to the slow
beat that often mimicked sex.

But she would wait. Romyn had something up his sleeve, she knew it.

No man as powerful as Romyn did anything without thought.

A view of him against the streetlight emphasized the cut of his suit. She noticed his hair had
been tied back with a coloured ribbon, not a pony tail holder like normal.

What was his game tonight?

It didn't matter.

His hand slid easily into hers. The difference in their hand sizes made her again feel small,
vulnerable.

She hated that, yet wanted it more than anything right now.

Once inside, the feel of Romyn's hand against the small of her back added to the feeling of
overwhelming darkness that began to envelope her. Raven let him lead her to the bar, like
she could stop him.

He turned, looked at her with that heated gaze and flared nostrils. "What would the pretty
lady like to drink?"

Wriggling her eyebrows at him did nothing to distract the intensity of his gaze or the fact
that it burned through her and made her ever so aware of the now soaked thin scrap of lace
between her legs. "Didn't you say I needed a better scotch," she coughed, "to alleviate my
cold?"

He chuckled. Turning to the bartender, he slapped down a large bill, whispered something in
the guy's ear and nodded.

The bartender grinned and obliged.

Raven felt fingers running through her hair.

She relaxed into the press of those fingers at the base of her skull. They began massaging
tension her, easing tension out of her until she'd nearly slumped back against Romyn's
body.

She took the scotch handed to her and brought it to her lips. Already, caramel and oak
drifted upwards before she'd taken the first sip.

Then the scent of cigar, thick and heavy surrounded her.

Raven took that sip of scotch and let the heat calm her nerves. She knew who stood behind
her puffing on that cigar. Alex.

"Good to see you," Romyn turned Raven in his hand to face Alex.

Even in the darkness, she saw the blonde man for what he was. His almost snow coloured
hair fell down past his shoulders in a loose braid. Eyes were difficult to see but she swore he
licked plump lips at the sight of her.

His gaze raked over her as though he were studying her. "Hello Raven. So glad you could
join us." His hand reached for her shoulder, pushing the cloak back to reveal the white shirt
her nipples currently puckered against.

She raised her glass. "Last place I'd expect to see the owner of the company."
She looked him up and down, becoming envious of the shirt that hugged his thin yet
muscular form. Alex was all power in a small package.

Her eyes continued journeying down, past the large belt buckle that helped keep his leather
kilt up. Black thigh high boots completed the look and gave him an almost

Viking biker look that added to his conquering gaze.

Heat flared between her thighs and liquid pooled faster.

Gods, she was soaked.

Standing between the two men that towered over her somehow seemed to block out the
rest of the club goers. "What would a man like either of you be doing here?"

They both took her by the shoulders and wordlessly escorted her past several tables and a
huge stage where a cross was on permanent display, complete with a crucified Jesus.
People swayed to the pulsing bass that reminded her of the throbbing little bud that begged
for attention from these two men.

Yet she couldn't involve herself with either of them. One, she worked for them both. Two,
just...no!

Raven feared what she would do to either of them if given a chance. She had a past of
ruining men and sending them running scared for their lives.

She wasn't violent, just very much a taker. Raven realized she would never be completely
satisfied with one man, for he couldn't give her enough of what she sought.

Unnamed, that feeling was easily drained out of most men in a matter of weeks.

Setting down in a booth against the corner of the stage, the two men flanked her.

She took another sip of her scotch and let it soothe her racing nerves. What could they
possibly want with her?

Romyn sat on her left, Alex on her right. Both men kept their eyes facing the outward
dancing crowd but their hands remained on her.

She felt trapped. Confined. "I need..."

Alex looked at her with a stare hot enough to make the liquid between her thighs creamier.
"You should relax. You work so hard for my company and we just wish to show our
appreciation."

His voice rumbled low in her ear and made her skin itch.

She had to get out of these clothes. Smoothing the cloak behind her, she kept one hand on
her drink and the other at the hem of her skirt. Perspiration dotted her forehead.

Eyes facing forward, she watched various people dressed in semi sheer to almost see
through clothing, body parts hanging out with the obvious exceptions for men. A few
women wore tops that let their breasts show way too easily.

Some women danced with other women as though in capivated lust filled love, others
danced with complete abandon to a song that talked of love until death.

She licked her lips. Raven did like the female figure. But that was it, love was
for fools. This lesson she knew well.

The men flanking her seemed more interested in her body, which was a good thing. She had
no heart to give them.

Romyn's fingers slid down her arm until his thumb reached the pulse in her wrist.

Alex's hand somehow found its way onto her stocking clad thigh.

She squirmed and pressed her legs together. You could always say no.

She scoffed at the idea. Raven never turned down a good fuck, especially if the two men
were as powerful and capable as Romyn and Alex. A part of her realized she needed to feed
off the lust, let it build inside her and contain it until she could get another fix. If she was
truly human, which she was sure she was since only humans worked suck ass jobs and
bothered with material things, then she would emulate her favourite demon, the succubus.

Alex looked questioningly at her. "Something the matter, Raven?"

His voice pulled her from her thoughts. She took another sip of her scotch and shook her
head. "Nothing I can't fix."

Yet she sat between these two men like she was the one up on the cross being ogled for
sins she had yet to commit.

Romyn's fingers continued circling her skin in a manner that sent shivers racing through
her.

She shot him a glare.

He didn't move from his pose, leaving his profile to her while that hand worked over her
flesh in such a simple gesture that wouldn't arouse a normal woman.

Raven was far from normal, she remembered.

She was so not normal that she was sitting in a gothic dance club with her boss and his
partner, letting them both paw her like a pet.

She had to admit, this wasn't a bad position. Perhaps she could have some fun at their
expense.

Setting her glass down on the table, she took Alex's hand and slid it higher up her thigh.

"You're playing with fire," his voice was rough against her ear.

His hands were calloused and rough against her inner thigh. Those fingers drew little circles
around the inside of her thigh while slowly inching up her skirt.

She grinned. "You're the one playing with things that burn, Mr. Wolfe."

"Then burn me." His tongue flicked along her outer ear while his voice sent another wave of
ecstasy through her already heated skin.

The snap on the back of her skirt popped. She jerked against the hand that remained at the
small of her back and heard the masculine laughter she would always recognize as
Romyn's.

Deep, male, thick with desire, his laughter affected all of those around him, but right now it
managed to drown out the heavy beat of the music.
Romyn's tongue swirled around her neck. Teeth sank into flesh.

She writhed against him, closing her eyes and mind to everything but the feel of

Alex's hands crawling up her thighs and Romyn's lips pressed against her neck.

"Does it get hiked up those lovely thighs, Raven? Or do you stand and let it fall to the floor?"

Cigar smoke curled upwards from the unfinished cigar sitting in the ash tray.

Lights flashed on the dance floor and the patrons adjusted their swaying to the softer
rhythm of the music.

Once she heard the unmistakeable pop of her skirt, Raven's mouth suddenly went dry at the
prospect of being stripped for the world to see.

Her nudity with partners was one thing, but this was a public place. Of course it was the last
place she expected to be playing with her boss and his partner but hey, she only had one
life to life.

Alex leaned in close, Romyn closer.

Power surrounded her along with that thing that was pure, raw unadulterated masculinity.
"We simply find you very attractive, my dear. Which is it? Or will you turn down a challenge
after dropping the gauntlet?"

Alice in Pornoland Ch. 01

by HelenofTroy

Chapter 1

What's Tall Becomes Small

Alice sat at the edge of the bed, fidgety and unfulfilled. Snoring beside her was Trey, the
blanket thrown haphazardly across his chest. His limp cock lay exposed, glistening with lube
in the light filtering in through the curtains. Alice contemplated it for a long time, then lifted
her hand and extended her index finger. She smiled ironically at the thought that this was
probably longer than his member.

No, that wasn't fair... Trey was wonderful for her. Caring, sweet and attentive... it wasn't his
fault that he was terrible in bed. She could barely feel his little member when she was riding
him; there was nothing he could do.

Still... here she was, naked and shivering as sweat dried on her body, aching with a need
that night after night he failed to fulfill.

With a sigh she stood up and retrieved a nighty from the floor where it had been thrown in a
fit of passion. Lacey and silky, its blue cloth clung to her thin form in all the right places.
She'd originally bought it because the bustier came with extra support, turning her pert
little A cups into something almost impressive, but over time she grew to like it more and
more. The fabric felt nice against her body, and Trey certainly loved looking at it.

Twirling an errant bit of lace in her fingers, Alice stood up and walked to the bathroom. She
looked around the dark apartment as she did, admiring as usual the ceilings that seemed to
be miles above her head. She'd never seen an apartment quite like it; it was almost as if it
had been built by giants.
In the bathroom, she hummed to herself while brushing her teeth and combing out her
short, blonde hair. She leaned forward towards the mirror to pluck the contacts out of her
brilliant green eyes, and then groped around on the counter for her glasses. At first glance
they seemed out of place, with thick black rims and square lenses, but sitting just so on her
nose, slightly askew, they added a... pixie-ish air, she thought. Anyway, she quite liked
them, thank-you. As she fixed the glasses, ignoring the fact that she was going to be taking
them back off again in a couple of minutes, she thought she caught a brief glimpse of
movement in the mirror. Something zipping along the main hallway!

"Trey?" Her voice was quiet, hushed, and she thought she heard the pitter patter of feet in
the hall.

"Trey!?" A bit louder this time, but still nothing.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to go out into the hallway and look. After all, it
was probably nothing... just a... just a figment of her imagination.

She stepped out into the hall and adjusted her glasses and she looked this way and that.
Then she spotted it... although she didn't know what it was. A rabbit, white and almost up to
her waist in height, sporting... she couldn't think it! It had human looking hands, though
covered in white fur, but jutting out from between its legs was a massive, erect... cock! The
phallus was very human in shape, and seemed almost as big around as her arm.

"What?"

The rabbit twitched its nose at her, and then dashed down the hallway. She was afraid it
might hurt itself hitting the door, but it bounced up and flicked the knob, just like that!

"Trey!?"

Only the sound of snoring answered her from the bedroom. She stood for a moment,
paralyzed by indecision... knowing that she should just go close the door, but wanting to
find out what was going on.

"Oh. Alright." Wrinkling her nose too, Alice dashed forward as fast as she could while
keeping the nighty's short skirt from riding up and flashing the entire apartment building.

Out in the hall beyond Trey's apartment, she caught a glimpse of a white tail going around a
corner and chased after it. Her bare feet made no sound against the plush, red carpeting of
the hall, and there was no one else out and about at this late hour. Gritting her teeth, Alice
rounded the corner and started to really run as she saw a fluffy thing wave at her then
disappear again. She didn't care that the nighty's flapping all around was exposing her bare
ass and everything to the world; at the moment there was no world to expose.

She rounded the next corner and then saw the rabbit dart away yet again. Alice knew
better, though.

"Gotcha!" She yelled. That was a dead end, with only the laundry chute and a small linen
closet and most importantly no exits. Not even thinking about what she would do if she
actually caught this strangely well-endowed creature, she jumped triumphantly into the...
empty alcove?

There was nothing there!

"Where did it go?" Stamping her foot in impatience, Alice opened the linen closet and
looked it up and down, but there was nothing to see there. No rabbit, no movement at all...

"Down here? No..." She looked at the laundry chute then. It couldn't have gone down
there... could it have? It was small, although not as small as a rabbit should be, and maybe,
just maybe, it could fit down there? Well... it wouldn't hurt to have a peek, she guessed. She
had come all this way.

Lifting the opening of the chute, she stuck her head in to look. All she could see was
darkness, below and above her. Her breath echoed hollowly in the metal chute, but there
was nothing to see. She leaned a little closer, bracing herself on the edge of the chute to
keep from overbalancing as she looked down into the darkness. She thought she could see,
way in the distance, a light at the bottom. But no rabbit.

Harumphing, Alice was in the process of pulling herself out of the chute when she felt two
furry hands plant themselves firmly on her tight ass.

"Hey!" She squeaked in protest and tried to wriggle back out of the chute, but the hands
were strong and she couldn't go anywhere. The rabbit, who else could it be?, copped a
quick feel, then pushed forward very hard. Alice shrieked this time as she felt herself
overbalancing, and then... and then...

Falling!

All of a sudden, the little chute seemed very big. She threw her hands out to try and brace
herself, but she couldn't find the edges. She kicked her feet in various different directions,
but they couldn't reach either. She tumbled end over end through endless darkness,
disoriented and hearing only her own screams and, faintly, a kind of rabbity laughter
coming from far above.

How long was this chute?

Alice oomphed as she ran into something on the way down. Twisting and fighting her way
free, she found it was a thong, but it was as big as she was.

"What?" She stopped screaming for a second to look at it in curiosity, then looked back at
the black hole below her and started screaming again.

More underclothes, some strangely large, many others the right size, flew by her as she
plummeted into the endless black. Some were tame, others were... good ideas. Crotch-less
panties and racy corsets were among the items that flew by, but most went too fast for her
to see.

Then, when it seemed like she had been falling forever, the pinpoint of light suddenly
rushed up towards her. Her screams took on a more immediate panic as the thought of
hitting the ground became very real. And hit the ground she did, only... only it didn't hurt so
badly. As if she'd fallen no more than a few feet, she face-planted onto some cheap
linoleum, made up in a chess board kind of pattern.

Blinking stars from her eyes, and not remembering any rooms in the apartment building
with linoleum like this, Alice pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked around. She
was in a round room, with similar wallpaper marching up the walls and around a domed
ceiling, giving the entire thing a very... hypnotic sort of look.

Scattered all around her were more underwear, of the kinds that were flying past her during
the descent.

What was clearly lacking was any sort of door or way out.

"Hey!" She shouted, the word echoing around and around the room, seemingly caught by
the strange pattern that was starting to give Alice a headache.

"Is anyone there?"

The words echoed back around her again.

"There?"

"There there there?"

"No one's there!"

Alice stopped. That last one was her voice, but not her words...

"Hey!"

"Hey hey hey hey..."

"Hi!"

Alice shook her head. She must be hearing things.

Looking around the room again, she decided that this had to be a dream. She'd never heard
of such a room anywhere in the apartment complex and clearly if there were such a room, it
would have a door. Running her hands all along the wall anyway, just to be sure, she still
found no door...

"I hate this place already."

The only way out seemed to be the hole in the roof, which she'd fallen from. Into this
impossibly strange room. Excellent.

Pouting, she stomped over to the only sign that anyone had ever been in this room, a metal
table with a glass tabletop. When she got over there, she noticed something that she hadn't
before. Lying on the glass, as if it had read her mind earlier, was a vibrator. It was the small
style, with a ball at one end attached by a chord to the controls and battery pack. What was
it doing here?

She reached over, but didn't quite pick it up.

"Where did you come from, little toy?" As she was looking at it, Alice noticed there was a
note attached to the chord. Leaning forward and adjusting her glasses, she saw that it read
in block letters:

USE ME

"Well, I..." Alice sighed and collapsed into a sitting position on the floor. "This is not the time
for that!"

Her body betrayed her, though. As she sat on the floor, thinking about how to get out, the
yearning between her legs started to remind her of what Trey hadn't yet finished. Without
even thinking about it, she found herself idly stroking the still wet lips of her pussy. It was
something she did sometimes when thinking, but with her nearly satisfying sex with Trey so
close, it sent little waves of need rippling through her body.

And release, sweet release, was just right there.

"Screw it!"

Reaching up, not even bothering to stand, Alice grabbed the toy off the table and brought it
down for closer inspection. From the looks of it, it had never been used, and it felt a little
cold in her hands. Wrapping one fist around it to warm it up before use, she reached down
with the other and started to stroke herself. She started by running her fingers in circles just
around the edges of her pussy, teasing the skin there, tantalizing it and biting her lip as the
first rushes of pleasure filled her.
Then she slid her index and ring fingers along the edges of her labia, while slowing inserting
her middle finger. She was still slick from the lube she'd used with Trey and her finger went
in smoothly, delving into the moist darkness between her legs and sending little ripples of
sensation feathering up through her belly.

"Mmm..."

When the vibrator was warm enough, she pulled her finger out, curling it to draw out a thin
string of her own lubrication, then with one hand took hold of the vibrator's pearl, and with
the other took hold of the controls.

She started off with slow. As the little plastic sphere vibrated between her fingers, she
moved it around as she had her finger earlier. First circling herself, then sliding the little ball
into her pussy. She moaned as it went inside, the vibrations buzzing through her fingers and
into the rest of her. She arched her back and dropped the controls in favour of fondling her
own breast. Her nipple was hard and sensitive under her fingers, and the sensation of
massaging her own soft skin heightened the pleasure of the ball inside her.

She worked her fingers in and out of herself a few times, twirling her hips as she did so and
gasping at the wonderful feeling of it. She had to buy one of these! When she was well and
truly warmed up, she pulled her now wet fingers out of her pussy and then pressed the
lubricated plastic of the ball up against her clit.

"Oh god!" The lighting-fast wave of pleasure that shot through her when she did that was
amazing! It was too long since she'd felt this good.

Thumbing the controls onto fast, Alice started to work the ball against her clit. Pressing it
against her sensitive flesh, she felt her whole body vibrating in time with the pulse of the
toy. She squeezed her eyes closed and ground her hips up against her hand, twitching each
time the ball caressed her clit.

It felt so good!

As she worked with the vibrator, it seemed like it got stronger, more powerful... larger. Soon
it felt like her entire pussy was vibrating with sensation, then all of her legs, then
everywhere up to her breasts! She couldn't take it anymore.

With a long cry she came loudly and long against the toy, bucking her entire body against
the solid mass of it, finding it push back with its own weight, and...

Wait. Weight?

She snapped out of her happy daze when she thought about that, and noticed that the
vibrator was now as big as she was! Backing away from it quickly, Alice stood and
confirmed that the ball at the end of the toy, which previously was small enough to fit
comfortably in the palm of her hand, was now, in fact, taller than she!

"Humph!" Grumbling with confusion, Alice stamped out around the ball to look at the rest of
the room... and find that it, too, had changed in size. The table, which once was a normal
table, was now so large that she could barely see the top of it. Each square of the linoleum,
once smaller than her foot, was now big enough for her to lie down inside!

"How strange." Alice shook her head. "What a weird dream."

Then she shrugged, since there was nothing to it. She realized that, having been grinding
against the huge vibrator, she was now covered in lube and her own cum, but that hardly
seemed important... what was important was...

Hey! A door!
Now that she was so small, she could see against one of the walls what looked like a door.
Clapping her hands together in delight that she'd found a way out so easily, she ran towards
it.

What looked like a door from afar was, up close, actually a small hallway. It lead in about a
dozen feet... no, scratch that. It lead in probably only a few inches, given her current size
and predicament, and then turned. At the end of this leg there was definitely a door!

And also a man.

Alice stopped short and found herself blushing fiercely. At least her nighty had changed in
size with her, but it seemed woefully inadequate covering to be meeting people in. Well,
most people... now that she was looking, this man was not normal. For one, he had no face.
Where features like noses, mouths and eyes normally were, there was just... blankness.
Entirely smooth skin, like there was never anything there.

For another, he was totally naked. Impressively naked. His bronze skin shone in the light,
emphasizing clearly the powerful muscles that laced his body. And between his legs...

"Oh my..."

Flaccid, his cock was huge! At least twice as large as Trey was when he was erect, and it
was just lying there, its beautiful mass resting against the faceless man's leg. Alice found
herself grinning deliriously at the thought of riding that monster...

"No, bad Alice... that's not why you are here." She stopped admiring the man's weapon and
looked instead to the door that was directly behind him. He stood at attention, his hands
resting against his belly button, directly in front of the door.

Alice smiled her most entrancing smile and sauntered up to the massive... impressive...
handsome... naked man.

"Umm, excuse me sir?"

No answer.

"I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind, perhaps letting me through?"

Still no answer.

"Hmmph... now, there's no need to be rude! I'm a lady in distress and you should be nicer to
me."

Even when she was pouting, there was still no answer. The man's blank face stared forward,
and he didn't react to her presence.

Huffing, Alice moved up next to him and tried to edge past to get to the door, but he was
firmly in the way. When he didn't react to her presence as she tried to barge past, she
turned and started trying to push him out of the way. She put both of her hands on his firm
side and squinted her face up tight as she tried to shove him out of the way.

Still nothing.

But, he did feel very good under her hands. His skin was soft and supple and underneath it
was a solid core of iron, refusing to give in to her pushing. Alice found herself smiling again
involuntarily. When she realized it, she shook her head to clear the daze and glared at him.

"Fine!"
She stamped off back down the hallway, no longer day dreaming of his impressive cock and
warm skin and firm hands and beautiful dirty blonde hair and... no! No daydreaming! He
was in her way. Possibly the only way out of this crazy room...

Back in the room, things were just as she'd left them. The vibrator was buzzing on the floor,
still taller than she was and rocking back and forth. It wasn't travelling very much because it
had gotten caught on a discarded G-string that was big enough to be a dress for Alice at
this point, which was probably good. She didn't need a runaway vibrator, and she didn't
think that she'd be able to reach the controls anyway. The table was still in the middle of the
room, only now it was so high that she could barely even see the top, let alone reach it,
and... under it there was something.

She hadn't noticed that before, when she was big, and when she'd first become small her
excitement over the possibility of a way out lead her away quickly. Now she approached
what looked like... well, she didn't know what it look like at a distance. Getting up closer she
realized it was a naked bust of a woman, sans head, on a pedestal so that it was at about
human height. It wasn't made of stone, though, it was made of some material that looked
an awful lot like skin, and had bright pink nipples painted on it.

It was very life-like.

Attached to the spot where the neck ended was a note very similar to the one that had
been attached to the vibrator. Coming forward, Alice picked the note up to get a better look
at it, noticing as she brushed her fingers against the bust that it felt warm to the touch and
seemed like it was probably silicon.

The note, like the other, contained only two words.

MILK ME

"What?" Alice looked at the note, and then looked back at the bust. Thinking about it, it did
have abnormally large breasts, probably an E cup or larger, but could she really milk a
statue? Did she want to?

"Well... last time I followed a note's instructions I got small. So logic follows that this time I
will get tall!" Alice nodded, excited by her logic and firmly denying that, since this must be
some sort of crazy dream, logic may not apply.

Dropping the note she stepped forward and put her hands on the silicon breasts. They did
feel warm to the touch, and dimpled under her fingers almost like real skin would. Gingerly
at first she worked her hands in a cupping motion around the middle of the breasts, finding
them pliant and supple and kind of nice to hold.

As she worked them she noticed a few spots of moisture perk out of the little synthetic
nipples. At the sight of it, she felt her own nipples go hard and warm beneath the nighty. Oh
my... this was... actually kind of exciting. She bit her lip and kept working, moving her hands
in more confident strokes up and down the fake breasts, flicking the fake nipples, rubbing
the moisture coming out of them all over the bust. As she did so, her own breasts felt like
they were responding. Just like when someone else touched them, they grew warm and
sensitive and a fuzzy feeling of pleasure ran through her. As she worked the bust harder,
getting streams of the fake milk now, she felt a strange pressure start to build on the front
of her breasts. Not knowing what to make of it, Alice ignored it and continued to fondle the
fake bust.

This turned out to be a bad plan. She was soon forced to pay attention to the pressure
when, with a resounding riiiiip the front of her nighty tore open and her breasts, now
significantly larger than before, spilled out into the air.
"Oh my!" Alice backed away from the bust and looked down in shock. Where her small
breasts, once called bee stings by Trey, had been there were now larger, firmer and perkier
breasts. Her nipples stood out in relief against their tips, and even without the support of
her nighty they stood up on their own.

"Well."

Alice didn't quite know what to make of all this.

"That didn't do... what I thought it might." She refrained from saying 'what it should' since,
well, who was she to say what should and shouldn't happen in this crazy dream?

Pouting that this hadn't fixed her size problem, and had introduced the new problem of her
naked breasts hanging out for all to see, Alice walked away from the bust and paced the
length of the room.

No solutions presented themselves. She paced again. Still nothing.

Sighing, she went back down the hallway and stared at the beautiful, faceless, motionless
man in her way. Well, he used to be motionless. Now as she approached to stand a few feet
in front of him, considering his impressive bulk, she noticed his head move down slightly, as
if looking down at her. Which was silly... he had no eyes!

She stared a while longer, and then noticed some more movement. His cock, his massive,
impressive, delicious looking cock, started to rise. Unable to help herself, Alice watched as
its bulk inflated, growing large and erect and pointing straight at her. It was an amazing
sight, and she wished she could ride it.

Hell, this was a dream...

"Hello..." She smiled and tentatively moved closer to the impressive man. He didn't move,
but now she could tell that his blank face was pointed directly at her breasts. "Do, umm,
would you perhaps like to... fuck?"

She didn't have to tell Trey everything that happened in dreams, after all.

At her words, the faceless man still didn't move, but his cock sagged a little. Alice looked at
it in surprise, and then thought about things. She was still as nearly naked as before, the
only difference now was her much larger and exposed breasts. Maybe he liked breasts?

"What about if we just start with a tit fuck?"

At that suggestion, his cock stood up even larger than before, with a bead of cum appearing
at the tip of it. Smiling to herself, Alice got down on her knees and readied herself to
worship his massive member.

She started by leaning forward, ever so gently, and licking the salty cum off the tip of his
penis. It tasted surprisingly good, with a little sweet note at the end. Then she started to
move her tongue in slow, deliberate circles around the head of his cock. While doing so, she
reached up with her hands and wrapped them around the velvety smooth shaft of his
member and stroked it up and down a few times. In response, his massive, muscular frame
shuddered with what she thought must be pleasure.
Then, having a handle, so to speak, on his cock, she thrust her breasts forward and cupped
her hands under them. Leaning her head back, she found that she was just the right height
to slide his cock in between her breasts, with the tip of it sticking out between them so she
could lick it. For a while, she stayed like that, liking the warmth and the firmness of his
phallus between her breasts as she licked him up and down.

Then, she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. It
almost didn't fit, it was so huge, but she made it. Inside her mouth it was warm and hard
and tasted salty again. With slow, deliberate motions, she started to rock her body back and
forth. His cock slid into her mouth until the tip of it touched the back of her mouth, while the
rest of him slid between her breasts, then it slid down until it popped out between her lips
and the head of it was nestled between her breasts. Then she slid it back in, wrapping her
lips eagerly around it and letting it fill her mouth again.

She started to go faster, the smooth skin of her breasts stroking his cock while her mouth
worshipped the end of it. Then faster... she could feel him quivering in her mouth, and she
was struck by the sudden desire to feel his cum on her. She'd never felt like that before, but
now she wanted it more than anything.

Faster. Harder. She pumped his cock with her breasts and sucked the tip of it wildly, feeling
his pre cum start to coat her tongue. Then, when she didn't think that he could last any
longer, she popped him out of her mouth and arched her back, thrusting the firm nipples of
her new breasts towards him and declaring:

"Cum on me!"

And cum he did. Thick streams of creamy liquid came pouring down onto her, covering her
chest and breasts, getting on her lips and into the little V hollow at the bottom of her throat.
She opened her mouth and a lot of it went in there, which she eagerly swallowed. No man's
cum should be allowed to taste that good!

Eventually it stopped, leaving her kneeling there in front of him, covered in his cum, and
feeling more than ever like she needed a good, hard fuck.

Realizing that her eyes were closed, she opened them, to see that his cock had not abated.
Although it was no longer ejaculating all over her, it was still hard and erect.

"Now will you...?"

She didn't get to finish the sentence. At that mere hint of an invitation, he started to move.
He came forward, grabbed her gently but firmly by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet.
Then without a word, well, she guessed that without a mouth he probably didn't even
speak, he pressed her up against the wall and pressed his cock between her legs.

As the tip of it slid along her pussy lips, a throb of need shot through her. God how she
wanted this!

He reached down with his muscular arms, hooked them under her legs easily so that her
knees rested against his elbows, and then lifted her so that her pussy was directly at the
right height for... God yes! With a gentle, but swift, motion he penetrated her as far as he
could. His huge cock, still wet with his cum and her saliva, slid inside effortlessly, but felt so
wonderful at the same time! It filled her pussy and hit all the right points to make her writhe
with need.

She could feel his chest pressing up against her breasts, the warmth and solidity of his
muscles feeling good against her, and then he started to do what she'd been wanting all
night. He took her, slowly at first, and then with mounting need. Pressed as she was against
the wall, with her legs hooked under his arms, there was little for her to do but throw her
head back and moan with ecstatic pleasure each time he filled her with his length. It was so
good, her whole body shuddered from months of unspent frustration.

She didn't know how long it lasted. She didn't care! She was so lost in the ecstasy of it all
that when they both came in shuddering waves of mutual pleasure, it took her almost a full
minute to realize that he had slowed to the point that he was still pressing her up against
the wall but his cock was hanging limp between them. His cum, so thick and sweet, leaked
out from between her pussy lips and ran down her leg, and she felt like she'd just had a
revelation.

Slowly, he let her down from the wall. They both had wobbly legs from the exertion and the
pleasure, so they both ended up collapsing onto the floor. Alice felt all warm and satisfied,
and a little sticky, and was happy just laying there for now, totally ignoring the door that
earlier had been her only goal.

"That was amazing."

Alice in Pornoland Ch. 02

by HelenofTroy

Sated and lazy, Alice lay on the floor for a long time, marveling in the feeling that a good
fuck left her with. She'd been with Trey so long she'd forgotten this. Normally she felt
twitchy and unsatisfied, ready for him to fall asleep so she could slink off on her own and
finish what he'd barely started. Some of her felt bad for that, since after all, maybe she
should talk to him about it... let him know what she needed and offer advice on how he
might help more. Usually the rest of her just felt agitated and grumpy.

Not now, though. Now she was filled with the delicious warmth that came after a burst of
pleasure. She felt so good she didn't even care that she was sitting on some floor with a
strange, faceless man's cum leaking out between her legs.

Well...

She cared a little.

This might be a dream, or it might not be a dream, but it certainly felt real. And if it was
real, however crazy that sounded, she had to get out of here.

Right.

Time to go.

"Goodbye, faceless man." Alice waved at the faceless door guard, who nodded in her
direction. It seemed like a strange gesture given what they'd just shared, but then she
realized he couldn't smile since he had no mouth.
Right.

This place was so strange.

As she stood up, Alice took a moment to take stock of what happened. She and Trey had
just had sex, when he fell asleep and she went to go finish up and get ready for bed. Before
that could happen, she spotted a rabbit in the hallway outside Trey's eleventh story
apartment building. The rabbit had a strangely massive cock, human in size in shape, and
took off when she looked at it. So obviously she'd gone chasing after it, only to be pushed
down a laundry chute.

"That was really stupid."

Only she fell for what seemed like hours, and landed in a room with no doors and a table.
On the table was a vibrator that, when used, turned her very small... which allowed her to
find a hallway that was previously too small to even see. At the end of that hallway had
been a man with huge muscles and no face who wouldn't let her through the door. The door
that she was now looking at and reaching out to touch.

Only, at the time, he hadn't let her through. So she went back into the room, found a bust
that wanted her to massage it, which made her breasts huge and in turn made the faceless
man have sex with her.

Alice took a deep breath, suddenly exhausted by remembering all the idiotic things she'd
down in the past hour or so. Unprotected sex with a man she didn't know and who had no
face almost didn't make the list...

Because now she was opening a door to who knows where while clad in nothing but a
mostly ripped nighty, and the only person who had any chance of helping her was just
sitting on the floor and watching, with his huge, massive cock lying limp between his legs.
Alice licked her lips just thinking about it... but no! That wouldn't get her anywhere.

So she opened the door.

"Shit!"

A rush of air swept in behind her, throwing her off-balance and causing her to teeter
precariously at the edge of where the hallway should be. Beyond the door was... nothing.
Just empty sky, with a placid blue sea far below it. Far... far... far below it! Alice teetered
forward again, having trouble keeping her balance with her newly large breasts to deal
with... screw that, they were tits now. With her unwanted tits getting in the way, Alice was
having trouble maintaining balance...

She was falling!

Alice screamed and swung her arms wildly, trying to catch onto the edge of the hallway as
she overbalanced and went flying out into nothingness. She caught a brief glimpse of the
faceless man lunging to catch her... and missing.

Great.

Alice spent a moment marveling at the ridiculousness of falling from incredible heights
twice in the same hour, and wondering if maybe she would survive this fall too? Then she
got back down to the business of screaming.

The water rushed up far too fast... far too fast. This wasn't like the last time at all! Last time
it had been like she was hanging in the air almost, falling in slow motion through a dark
column that had no beginning or ending.
This time, the brilliant azure waves were reaching eagerly up to greet her.

"Shit shit shitshitshiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!-"

The world suddenly filled with liquid. It crashed in around her and closed in around her and
it wanted to replace the air that had just been violently knocked out of her.

She knew she shouldn't, but her lungs were already burning... they just needed something
to fill them. Anything...

Then she broke the surface.

"What?" Alice shook her hair out of her eyes as she bobbed up through the waves. That
seemed even more impossible than anything else... she was buoyant, sure, but the length
of that fall? She should still be dozens of feet underwater, disoriented and ready to drown
herself...

Then she noticed that she was floating with her head and even the tops of her shoulders
above the water

"What?" It sounded stupid saying it again, but what else was she supposed to...

Oh.

Her new tits were doing it.

They were resting easily on the top of the water, bobbing with the waves, and she could feel
the pull of them holding her up... which was just...

"Weird."

But at least it saved her life.

Sighing, Alice looked around to try and orient herself. There were some waves on her left.
Some more waves on her right. Some white clouds in the sky... she couldn't even see the
door she'd fallen out of, not that it would really help her since she couldn't fly.

Right?

Feeling silly, Alice flapped her arms experimentally a few times... nothing happened, except
that she splashed some water around.

And one thing she didn't need more of right now was water.

"What I really need is land..."

Alice sighed; that didn't seem like it was going to happen. There was nothing that she could
see in any direction except more water, or if she looked up, more of that grey, stormy sky.

Grey?

Alice looked again... she was positive those clouds were thin and white only a few moments
ago. Did that mean that a storm was coming? Because, on top of everything else, she really
didn't need that right now. She really didn't.

Then she noticed something else... a splash of... purple? Against the horizon.

Not caring what it was, Alice started to swim for it. Which turned out to be harder than she
expected it to be. Her flotation devices kept getting in the way, whacking her arms when
she went to do a front crawl, and forcing her body back into an upright position every time
she tried to lie flat and kick.

A peal of thunder in the sky told her that she really didn't have time for this, so she
soldiered on anyway. With great force of will, and a growing pain in her back which told her
that she'd pay for this later, she managed to swim towards the splotch of purple on the
horizon. The splotch turned out to be getting closer much faster than she expected... in fact,
it was coming right for her.

Forcing herself not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Alice kept swimming.

Eventually... eventually she got close enough that the shape started to resolve itself instead
of just the colour. For a while, though, she wasn't sure what it was. It looked like a rounded
'w' floating in the water, sometimes dipping so far that she could only see the very tops of
it.

Then, when she got closer, she realized what it was.

A bra!

She was still tiny, and it was some bra, floating on the water. Well, at least it would be
better than being stranded in the middle of an ocean when a storm hit... so she kept
swimming.

And kept swimming.

And then hit the edge of the bra fast and painfully.

"Oof!"

Alice found herself doubled over the edge of one of the bra's cups, her legs still dangling in
the water while the rest of her leaned forward. Grinning, excited to be making progress,
Alice tried to scramble the rest of the way over when she felt strong hands pressing against
her shoulders. At first she was elated.

"Oh, thank-you, thank-you for rescuing me!"

And then she realized that the hands weren't helping her come on board, they were actually
keeping her where she was.

"Wait a"

"second there"

"young lady. We're not just"

"going to take anyone"

"on board you know!"

Two voices spoke like one, and Alice shook her head, afraid to look up to see more
weirdness. She looked up anyway. Instead of weirdness, she was greeted by two well-
formed young men, both wearing only tattered jean shorts, giving her an odd stare.

"What!? You can't be serious!" Alice was shrieking, and at this point, didn't care. "You have
to let me on board!"

"Hey now, we"

"aren't monsters. We're not"

"just going to throw"

"you back like the wet fish"

"that you are. There are"

"rules you know."

"What rules!?" Alice gave a renewed burst of energy, or at least tried to. She found that all
that falling, sex and swimming earlier meant she was now reaching the end of her physical
reserves, and pretty much at the whim of these two.

"No one"

"rides for"

"free. We need"

"something in"

"return."

"Gas"

"grass"

"or ass."

Alice stopped. Blinked. Gave the two of them a long, pointed look. Gave the 'boat' which
had no obvious motor a pointed look. Gave her body, which the nighty had fallen off of
earlier, leaving her totally naked, a pointed look.

"Do I look like I have any gas or grass?"

"No,"

"no you don't."

Alice shook her head, not believing this.

"Okay, look. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Alice, who are you two?" Alice reached
out a hand to shake, but neither took it.

"We're the"

"twiddle brothers! I'm"

"Twiddledick and I'm"

"Twiddlecock!"

Alice tried to hold on to her laughter, which only made it come out as a snort instead.

"Really?" She had no idea what else to say.

"Really."

"Really? Your names are really Twiddledick and Twiddlecock?"

"Our names"
"are really-"

"Ya, I get it... okay. I'm sorry, it's just... you know... those are really stupid names." Alice
shook her head. She wanted to be nice, she didn't want to alienate them, but... damn!

"We"

"know."

They sounded sad, but Alice couldn't crane her head to look up far enough to see whether
their facial expressions matched their tone. Instead, she tried to think of another way to
stall time. Maybe if they talked long enough, the two of them would forget about their crazy
plan and just let her on board...

A crash of thunder and rain starting to patter down onto Alice's back stopped that thought
cold.

"Okay... okay, look, fine. I'll have sex with you."

"Both of"

"us."

"Okay! Just let me on!" Alice started to struggle on board again, then stopped and thought
about it. "Only, you know, later okay? I'm really tired now."

"Oh...

"okay."

Strong hands helped Alice into the boat... bra... whatever it was. Then those same hands
tried to help her up and over to what looked like a covered shelter built onto one of the
sides of the bra. Only someone's legs weren't working, which was making it very difficult for
the three of them to maneuver, especially with her... oh wait, those were her legs.

The storm swept in across the tiny lingerie vessel, but Alice was already asleep when the
twiddle brothers finally got her into shelter.

Alice didn't know how much time passed before she woke up again, to the sound of
raindrops lightly spattering the roof.

"Mrrmph... Trey?" She swiped out a hand to see if her boyfriend left early that morning, and
sure enough, he wasn't there. She'd have to have a talk with him about the crazy dream
she'd had...

Well...

She would leave out some parts, that's for sure.

Sighing groggily, she pressed one hand against her eye and rubbed it around a little, trying
to clear the sleep from her eyelids and from her mind. It seemed so real. She could almost
imagine the smell of the wood structure on that crazy bra boat, and the sound of water
lapping against strangely buoyant cloth.

Wait a second.

She was smelling and hearing those things right now!

Shock caused Alice's eyes to fly open in a hurry, and despair made her groan. Instead of the
roof of Trey's apartment, she was in the little wooden structure on the bra boat. If it was a
dream, she was obviously still in it.

Fine.

If this was how it was going to be, then fuck it, she might as well play along.

Growling to herself about the craziness of this place, Alice stood and strode confidently out
of the small wooden room, not even bothering to cover herself. Outside was the bra she
remembered, along with the two well-built men who'd rescued her. Now that she could see
them, she realized their faces were just as beautiful as their muscled bodies. Long, flowing
golden hair spilled down their heads in perfect waves, somehow looking manly despite the
length, and their muscles glowed with the sheen of water from the rain.

"Hey!"

"You're"

"up."

"Ya I'm up... I guess the storm died down?" Alice was walking towards them, the sight of
their beautiful bodies just making up her mind all the more. If this was going to be a never-
ending dream, then she was damn well going to enjoy it.

"Yes. It looks like"

"the worst of it is over now."

"Hey! What"

"are you doing?"

Alice walked right up to one of them, and put her hands down his pants. She could feel the
warm, silky skin of his member between her hands, and she could feel its heft. This had to
be a dream... everyone was so well endowed!

"Which one are you again?"

The twin she was talking to visibly gulped, which belied the stirring hardness she could feel
with her hand.

"Umm, I'm"

"Twiddlecock."

Alice nodded, then dropped to her knees in front of him and started unzipping his pants.
Now that she was committed to his course of action, she could feel herself responding
instantly to the desire that was coming off of him. It was good to be wanted right now...
amidst all this craziness, simple human lust was something she could wrap her head
around.

And her hand, apparently. When the zipper came down, a hard cock sprang out joyously to
meet her.

"I'll call you C, and the other one D, okay?"

"Okay."
"Okay."

D was walking up slowly, apparently entranced by the sight of her leaning forward and
kissing the tip of C's manhood gently. So, so gently... she could feel him quiver under her
hands as even the lightest touch of her lips sent shockwaves of need throughout his body.
Wanting him to know more, Alice opened her mouth and took the very tip of his cock into it.
She let her lips settle around his head, while her tongue teased out and started to dance in
a circle around his foreskin.

Alice actually squeaked, which C seemed to like, when she felt strong hands grab her waist
from behind and pull her up from a crouching position to a bending one. Then lightning-
streaks of pleasure rang through her as strong, sure fingers started to massage her sex. His
hand was wet with rain, and so was she, and the slickness made every motion better, every
sensation stronger. D started off by just touching her lightly, running his hand along her
inner thigh and across her abdomen, before he got serious. When he did, Alice groaned and
took more of C's cock into her mouth, sliding down it like it was a pole, letting it fill her all
the way to the back of her throat.

She could tell that C liked it when she moaned, because his cock twitched inside her mouth
every time she did. That was good... but she knew it would be better if she reached up and
started to play with his balls while she worked his tongue up and down his cock. So that's
what she did.

While Alice was playing with C's balls, making him groan in pleasure and reflexively grab
her hair, D was being all sorts of wonderful. He ran his finger down her labia, catching her
clit as he went and making her shiver all over with glorious pleasure. Then he started to
probe her pussy with his thumb, while using his thumb and forefinger to gently tease her
clit.

God that was good!

Alice was having trouble concentrating on the blowjob she was giving, even with the huge
cock in her mouth, and decided it was time to move to the next level. Her body was
thrumming with need, and even though D's careful exploration and maddeningly slow
buildup was good, she wanted sex. Now.

"Fuck me!" So she pulled her mouth off of C's cock and said the first thing that came to
mind.

And they obliged, which was nice of them.

C grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up into his arms. She went willingly,
thrusting her hips forward to meet his cock. She cried out as he filled her, his huge member
sheathing itself as far as it could into her pussy.

"Yes!"

"Hey now, don't

"forget about D. I've

"got a surprise."

Alice, who was eagerly working her hips against C already, had no idea what that surprise
could be. Then she felt something press against... her anus?

"Wait, what?"

Alice stopped for a second to look back at what D was doing. Sure enough, his cock, which
was thankfully smaller than C's, was pressed between her buttocks. She could feel the tip of
it resting against her ass, almost asking permission.

"Well, we can stop"

"if you like..."

"No! No... do it."

Alice cringed, not sure what to expect... she'd done it before with Trey, but he was much
smaller and fit easily. And, it turned out, so did D. His cock slid pressed against her for a
moment, causing some uncomfortable pressure, then it just slid right in. Alice almost bit
right through her lip at the feeling of it... while it wasn't pleasure necessarily, the feeling of
being filled by the two cocks at once was incredible.

Then they all began to move. Slowly at first, but picking up steam as the three of them
found the rhythm, they pumped their cocks in and out of her. And in and out... Alice didn't
know who was crying louder in pleasure, them or her. She knew she was digging her nails
into C's ass, using her arms to help him get moving faster. She could feel her breasts
crushed up against his chest, which was actually pretty nice, and every time he sheathed
himself in her his pubic hair tickled her clit.

The combination of that and the two cocks meant she came... she didn't know how many
times. They rode her for what seemed like hours, driving her to peaks of unbearable
pleasure again and again, making her finally scream loudly as she came against C's hard
chest. And each time that happened, she felt her muscles working and tightening around
their cocks, which in turn sent more ripples of pleasure through her and started her on her
journey to her next orgasm.

Finally, when she didn't know if she could take it anymore, C and D both groaned and
spasmed, bucking against her as they shot their load inside her.

Then the three of them collapsed onto the ground, all breathing hard and for a long while
unable to form sentences. Alice didn't even care that she was sprawled on her back with
cum leaking out of her ass and pussy... a situation she normally would have cleaned up, but
which today felt right. The afterglow of vigorous exercise and incredible sex had her in its
thrall, and for a long time she just lay there, breathing and listening to them breathe.

Then, finally, she found the strength to say something.

"You guys are bastards."

"Wait."

"What?"

Alice laughed. A happy, golden peal of laughter, and probably the first since she came to
this crazy place.

"I'm kidding... I'm kidding. We need to do this again." When the two of them made eager
noises and started to sit up, Alice waved her hand at them and laughed again. "Not... not
now. Too tired..."

An Unexpected Treat

by HelenofTroy
"So, girls, what now?" Wendy grinned at her friends, Sandy and Laura, and wiggled her
fingers. They had just finished painting each other's nails various shades of black, red and
blue, and were letting them dry.

"What time is it?" Sandy, who had decided to dress up as a witch this year, giggled as she
examined her nails. Wendy had only ever seen Sandy in business suits and pumps, so the
switch to a slutty little creature of darkness was a new one. The black dress she wore barely
covered everything, reaching just a little below the perfect curves of her ass, and only just
reaching up to hide the rosy hints of her nipples. She had a classic witch's hat on too, with a
wide circular brim and pointed top and everything.

"I think it's about 8." Wendy tilted her wrist and looked at her watch to confirm. Yup, 8. "The
Halloween club crawl doesn't start for another hour."

"Oh... well poo." Sandy pouted, the delicate curves of her lips turning downwards ever so
slightly.

"All dressed up and no place to go, aren't we ladies?" Laura shrugged and went back to
blowing on her nails, trying to dry them faster.

Laura was dressed up as a mummy, although the Ancient Egyptians wouldn't have
recognized her as such. A few well placed bandages crossed her athletic chest, cupping her
breasts and hiding them from view, but hiding little else. A similar swatch of bandages
covered her crotch, and Wendy could swear that she'd shaved just to be able to wear the
tiny thing. A few other strips of white linen completed the outfit, a couple on her arms,
another on the long, lean length of her tanned leg, but there was definitely more skin than
anything else showing.

"Well... I may have an idea or two." Wendy let a sneaky little smile slip out as she said it.

"Oh?"

"Tell us!"

"Alright." Careful not to spill nail polish everywhere, Wendy uncurled her legs and slowly
stood up. Her body ached from sitting so long and she took the opportunity to stretch, and
at the same time shamelessly flaunt the delectably curved and toned length of her body in
front of her friends. She was fairly sure that neither of them, unlike her, were even
bisexual... but you never knew. They were beautiful enough that she was willing to take
every chance she got to try and tempt them.

"I picked up this thing the other night in case we got bored, and, well, it might be good for a
laugh or two." Wendy walked over to her bookshelf and bent over to retrieve her purchase.
She was dressed as a naughty school girl and when she bent over her skirt rode up and
covered absolutely nothing.

"Wendy!" Laura gasped in shock, and Wendy looked over to see her friend covering her
mouth, trying not to laugh. "I think you forgot something."

"Forgot something?"

"Your panties!"

Wendy grinned, having done that on purpose. The two of them had an excellent view of the
tight curves of her ass, and a little hint of a pink, shaved pussy as well.

"Oh dear!" Faking shock, she grabbed at the hem of her plaid miniskirt, pulling it down over
her little peep show. Smiling to herself, she turned back and grabbed a long cardboard box
from the bottom of the bookshelf. "Here it is!"
"What is it?"

"I hope it's not as lame as the Ouija board was last year." Sandy pouted and shifted her
position on the floor. Then, uncomfortable, she tugged down on the clinging dress she was
wearing.

Wendy thought about telling her that, when she pulled it down, Sandy had revealed two
small, rosy semi-circles just above the top of the dress... then she thought better of it and
brought the box back to where her two friends were sitting.

"Well, it's kind of similar..." Wendy set the box on the coffee table and turned it so the other
girls could read the title.

"Home summoning kit?" Laura looked a bit skeptical. If the title wasn't enough, the picture
on the front was of an elaborate chalk pentagram with some candles set at the points of the
stars. "You mean like summong demons or something?"

"Ya, I think that's it... Come on, it'll be fun. Besides..." Wendy flipped off the top of the box
and turned it over, showing the more detailed instructions to Sandy and Laura. "It says that
if it works we can ask for anything that we want."

"Oooh, I know what I want." Sandy had a little smile on her face as she thought about it.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you know... it's... I don't want to say."

"Come on..."

"No."

"Please?"

"Oh, alright... it's... you know, it's been a while since I broke up with Brad. All I really want
now is..." Sandy hesitated, frowning a little, obviously reluctant to share. Wendy had a fairly
good idea what her friend wanted, but pressed anyway.

"A boyfriend?" Knowing full well that wasn't it.

"What? No! I just... okay, I want a really good fuck, and I want it soon."

They all burst out laughing at that, but both Wendy and Laura nodded when they were
done. None of them had had a lover in their lives for a while, which was really the only
reason they'd decided to go on the club crawl in the first place.

"Well? There you go, let's ask for that. I'm in." Wendy winked and held out her hand. Sandy
immediately put hers in, her blood red finger nails matching and contrasting with Wendy's
bright blue.

"Ya, me too." After some hesitation, Laura put hers in too.

"Well, good, that's decided." Smiling, Wendy casually flipped some stray hairs out of her
face and started to unpack the box.

First, a large black cardboard pad unfolded and went on top of her coffee table, which was
happily the right size. Then some candles that they placed to one side, and a large piece of
chalk.

"That's it?" Laura still looked skeptical.

"I think so, let's see..."

Wendy picked up the lid of the box and read over the instructions to herself. Another stray
hair fell down, and she started to chew it as she concentrated out of habit. The other girls
giggled, and she swore as she realized she was getting bright red lipstick all over the
strands of hair.

"Hey! That's not funny." Pouting, she let the hair go and kept reading.

"Alright... I think I got it.

"First, we draw out the pentagram." Sandy reached for the chalk and Wendy gently reached
over to stop her. There was an ulterior motive, of course, to run her fingers along the
smooth, almost silken skin of the other woman's hand. "We have to do it together."

Laura and Sandy nodded, not knowing that Wendy had just made that part up, and they all
reached for the chalk. With the warmth of the other women's hands surrounding hers,
Wendy started to draw the circle on the cardboard.

"You know? I heard that Wicca's are actually fairly offended by modern representations of a
pentagram as a symbol of evil." Laura spoke conversationally, but both Wendy and Sandy
heard the undertone there. A modern woman with a professional career and a mortgage,
Laura still sometimes liked to think of herself as a free spirit and dabbled in things like the
Wicca lifestyle once in a while.

"Well, that's probably true. Anyway, it says here." Wendy looked away from the drawing as
they started on the star and searched for the introduction again. "It says here that the
symbol itself doesn't really matter. All we're doing is... umm... focusing our energies. Or
something."

"I know I'm certainly focused on finding some hot piece of ass tonight." Sandy giggled as
she said it. Wendy could feel Sandy's heartbeat increase through her palm, though, and
thought she could detect the faintest hint of feminine musk in the air as Sandy's thoughts
turned lustful.

"Amen to that."

"Okay, well, we're done the drawing." Wendy was reluctant to let go of the chalk, and feel
the other hands withdraw, but did so anyway. Then she flipped the box back to the front and
compared their picture to the one that the company produced. "Does it look a little crooked
to you two?"

"Not really..."

"I don't think it matters."

"Probably not." Wendy went back to the instructions and leaned backwards as she read. She
tried to act surprised when her back bumped up against Sandy's bear arm, although it was
intentional, and then pointed to the candles.

"Now we've got to light those and put them on each of the points of the star. Does anyone
have a lighter?"

"I quit." Laura shrugged, and then readjusted her bandages as they threatened to come
loose from her breasts.

"Here you go." Sandy, on the other hand, produced a lighter from inside her cleavage.
Wendy smiled and took it, being as discrete as she could about letting the spicy aroma of
the perfume Sandy always put on her breasts float into her nose.
After stalling for a second and enjoying the scent, Wendy reached over and started lighting
the candles, then passing them to her friends. Within a couple of minutes all of the candles,
which were alternately coloured in a deep purple and a very dark red, with a black one to go
on the fifth point of the pentagram, were in place and starting to drip wax onto the
cardboard.

"Is that a fire hazard?"

"No, my floors aren't actually hardwood. Just laminate." Wendy grinned, she'd gotten a
really good deal on it too. No one had to know that she gave blow jobs to the installers so
they'd put it in for free.

"Really?"

"They look so real."

"I know, that stuff is great." Wendy grinned, and then went back to the box.

As she read the last instruction, she could feel her heart start to beat faster and the blood
rush to her face. She might think about her friends in sexual ways, she even took every
chance she could to be closer to them than politeness should allow, but she'd never gone so
far as to do something like that with or in front of them.

"Ummm..."

"What is it Wendy?"

Wendy just shook her head and passed the box over to Sandy. Sandy read it, and then
giggled to cover her discomfort.

"What?" Laura, pouting because she'd been left out of the loop, grabbed the box and read it
too. "Oh my..."

"Well, we can put all this stuff away..." Wendy blushed even harder, thinking about how
much she would prefer to do what the box said.

"I... I don't know, you know, that Ouija board last year seemed to actually work." Wendy
didn't mention that she'd been the one moving the rock around, liking where this was going.
"Maybe this will too? I'd sure like to get a bit of otherworldly help scoring tonight. And, you
know, maybe it will warm us up a little too..."

"Ya. Besides, it'll be just like high school." Sandy grinned as she said it, but then stopped as
she saw the shocked look on Wendy's and Laura's faces. "What? You never masturbated
with your friends at sleep-overs?"

"No."

"Can't say I did."

"Oh..."

"Hell, I'm okay with it if you two are." Wendy smiled. The idea of all of them sitting on the
couches around their pentagram, getting themselves off, made her wet already.

"Sure, what harm can it do? We've all seen each other naked anyway." Laura nodded, and
then Sandy did too.

"Alright... umm..."

Surprisingly, Sandy was the one who beat them all to it. She hitched the very low hem of
her dress up to her waist, and pulleddown the top of her dress. Wendy couldn't help but
stare as Sandy's two perfectly rounded breasts were exposed, the nipples already hard and
waiting to be touched.

Sandy then reached down with her right hand and nudged aside the fabric of her panties to
run her finger gently along the length of her exposed pussy. Moaning in pleasure, she
reached up with her left hand and started to pinch her own nipple.

Laura got into it next, sliding her hand down the flat, trim length of her stomach and into
her panties. To Wendy's disappointment, she didn't take them all the way off, and Wendy
just had to imagine what was happening as some wet slipping and sliding noises came from
the vicinity of Laura's fingers.

That was enough for Wendy to almost climax right there, watching her two friends touch
themselves. She joined in too, hiking up her mini-skirt and gently sliding her fingers against
the folds of her pussy. She could feel the moist warmth already as she lubricated at the
sight of her friends, and added to it by gently pushing her middle finger into herself.

All three of them were moaning now as Wendy started to slide her finger in and out of
herself more quickly, covering it in her own slick wetness. When it was lubricated enough,
she slid it out and up and started to coax her clitoris out. It didn't take much persuading,
and soon ripples of pleasure were spreading throughout her body.

At almost the same time, all three of them started writhing at the intensity of the sensation.

Wendy could feel the muscles in her legs start to twitch a little as her body got closer and
closer to orgasm, and she thrust her hips up against her fingers without even thinking about
it. Further and further she went towards her climax, the sounds of her friends making it
even sweeter as, eventually, her entire body shook with the strength of her release.

Wendy was surprised at the fact that all three of them went at almost the same time.
Moments after her body was rocked with orgasm, Sandy got there too, her lithe form
twisting in pleasure on the couch, and then Laura hit it as well, her muscles going taut and
the material of her panties becoming damp from the resulting lubrication.

Afterwards, they all lay their panting and moaning and wanting more.

"We should do that again." Laura was still catching her breath, but there was a twinkle in
her eye as she pulled her fingers out from her panties. Wendy smiled as the arousing smell
of the other two women's climax reached her and filled her senses.

"Oh yes... that was amazing." Sandy lay on her back now, her head only inches from
Wendy's thigh and her delicious breasts still exposed.

"Mmmhmmm." Wendy resisted the urge to reach down and fondle Sandy, though. The
relationship had just gone to another level, but she didn't think it extended to actually
pleasuring each other yet.

"Hey, uhh... What's that?" Laura was the first to recover and look at the pentagram they'd
drawn. "Wendy? Are you doing that?"

"Doing what?" Wendy looked up, and then covered her mouth in shock. Like the Ouija board
last year, she hadn't expected anything to happen. Unlike the Ouija board, something was
happening. "No... that's not me. Sandy?"

The chalk they'd used to draw the pentagram had changed to a dark red, and there were
faint sparkles emanating from it to float into the air. Along with the sparkles came the
mingled scent of lavender and musk, although the second one could have been from the
mutual orgasm that just occurred.
"Why are you asking me? This was your idea and your house!"

They all gasped in unison as a hole opened up in the middle of the chalk circle, replacing
the cardboard with what looked like a long tunnel into nothing. All three of them managed
to leap to their feet and over the couches at the same time, crouching behind furniture as if
it would protect them from whatever the Hell was happening.

Surprisingly, and contrary to the movies, there was no rushing air or loud noise as the hole
sat there, only a faint crackle of what might be electricity. For a long time, the three women
hid behind the couches and didn't look, not really wanting to know.

They couldn't resist peaking, though, as two strong, very masculine, hands reached up and
took hold of the edges of the circle.

They could see the well-defined muscles in the wrists and hands flex and strain, and then
whoever owned the hands began to follow them upwards. It started with some very strong,
tanned and frankly tasty forearms and biceps, and then continued to a full head of thick, jet
black hair.

At the point where it became evident that a pair of ram horns graced the head of whoever
was coming through, the girls shrieked and ducked behind the couches, hoping that
whatever it was would go away.

No such luck, though.

The sound of two large feet on laminate told Wendy that the thing, whatever it was, was
now standing in her living room. She remembered, briefly, from the various fantasy novels
she'd read that things weren't supposed to get out of summoning circles.

Standing up, since the thing had obviously heard them, Wendy immediately spotted the
flaw in their circle which had, probably, let the thing out. At the time the three of them
hadn't been particularly concerned, since they hadn't really expected this whole thing to
work... now she was wishing she'd paid a little more attention.

Then, inevitably, her eyes went to the thing that had come out of the circle. For the most
part, it, no he, was a large, naked man. Standing almost seven feet tall, he had what Wendy
could only call an incredible build. His every muscle was chiseled and defined, without being
grotesquely oversized, and his skin glistened with a very faint sheen of sweat, giving a kind
of oiled Greek God look.

His face, as well, was what Wendy could only call beautiful. His eyes were large, dark, and
almost shone. His nose was perfect, and his mouth looked at the same time strong and
perfect for kissing. He even smelled great, a kind of husky maleness washing off of him and
exciting even Wendy, who didn't have much of a place in her life for men.

There were three things which separated him from a perfect example of human anatomy,
though. The first, and probably least important, were the ram horns on his forehead. They
were large and impressive, and didn't detract from his powerful beauty, but definitely
marked him as Other.

Next came the bat wings. Although they were folded neatly behind his back, Wendy
estimated that if he extended them they would probably reach fifteen feet or more from end
to end. Also not normal.

The salient feature, though, was between his legs. Standing out against his black pubic hair
were two large phalluses. Wendy hesitated to call them anything earthly like cocks or dicks
because, frankly, they almost emanated a sort of divine feeling. Wendy even found herself
getting moist and warm between her legs at the idea of riding one, or both, of them.

"Uhhh..." Wendy opened her mouth, but wasn't sure what was going to come out.
"What am I and what am I doing here?" Even his voice was incredible. It held subtle, dark
tones in it that immediately made Wendy think of it whispering in her ear as he made love
to her.

"Actually... I think I was going to scream." Wendy took a deep breath. "But that works too."

Sandy and Laura, upon hearing his voice, stood up too. They collectively gasped at the sight
of him, and Wendy thought there was a lot more desire than fear in that noise.

"I am an Incubus." He looked over at Laura and Sandy, who both blushed and looked away.
"And you summoned me."

"With... that?" Wendy gestured at the coffee table, where there was no longer a hole into
nothing. Instead, the scattered remains of their summoning circle was all that remained.
The chalk was smudged and looked worn, and the candles were burnt out and scattered
around the table.

"Yes and no." The Incubus took a breath as he could tell that they were waiting for more,
then gestured at the remains of the circle. "That focused the energy of your desires, but it
was your orgasms which provided the energy for me to cross over to your world."

"Oh..." Wendy, still behind the couch and wondering if she should bolt for the door. "So,
about those desires..."

"I know what they are."

"Oh..." All three of them blushed a little at this total stranger, who also happened to be from
another world or possibly dimension, knowing what they wanted.

"I have two questions."

"Umm... go ahead."

"First: Why do three attractive women such as yourselves need help finding lovers." As he
spoke, he looked at all three of them in turn, and they could feel his appraisal of their
bodies. Wendy shivered a little, getting goosebumps from the knowing, and approving, look
he gave to her.

"Well..." Sandy spoke first, but trailed off almost immediately, looking sheepish. Wendy had
a different problem from the other two girls, so she didn't say anything either. Eventually it
was Laura who broke the silence.

"We have terrible luck with men."

"Ya... they're either jerks, or barely capable of pleasuring themselves." Sandy finished, then
clapped her hand over her mouth. Like the other two, she was obviously a little unsure as to
why she was still talking to this man instead of running for the phone and calling the
police...

"Understood." Pausing to consider their answer, he continued on instead of commenting.

"Second: Do you still want my help?" A gesture at himself told them all they needed to know
about that particular question. Although he was definitely easy on the eyes for the most
part, the whole not being human thing was probably a sticking point for a lot of people.

"Ummm..." Wendy started this time, and then stopped. It had been a long time since she
last had a hot, skilled woman with her, and she was definitely missing it. "Are you evil?"
And there it was. The other two girls nodded in agreement, wanting to know the answer too.
He was beautiful, he was ripped, he looked like he had the equipment to make a girl forget
her own name, but there were certainly some... demonic overtones.

"Ah. If you mean am I going to hurt you, then the answer is no."

"That's not really what I asked..."

"You're going to have to clarify evil a little more in that case." He shrugged, which made the
muscles on his chest ripple, and caused all three girls to take an involuntary step towards
him. Thankfully the couches were in the way.

"Well, are you, umm..." Good point. What did she mean? "Going to feast on our souls or
something?"

"Ha! No... I'm not that sort of creature. Understand that my power comes from sexual
pleasure; my own and others'. I do not, at all, 'feast' on souls."

"Oh." That satisfied Wendy, but the other two looked a little less sure.

"Can we talk about this for a second?" That was Sandy, who was generally the most
practical. Wendy and Laura nodded to show that they both thought that talking it over was
a good idea as well.

Their guest nodded again and folded his arms over his massive chest, apparently indicating
he was ready to wait. The three women immediately ducked behind the couches and
crawled over to each other. Wendy noticed that Sandy had taken the time to fix her dress
and Laura had replaced a few of her misplaced bandages.

She also noticed that they looked bemused and a little dreamy, which she understood. Their
collective orgasm had indeed been something, and even she was having thoughts about
what she'd like to do to their guest. Still, she was able to keep her head together a little
more than the other two in this case, and started the discussion.

"So do you think we can trust him?"

"He is pretty hunky..." Sandy smiled, and Wendy started to worry a little more.

"But he did appear through a hole in the fabric of our Universe. He also looks like a demon."
Laura frowned a bit, shaking her head as if to try and dispel the thoughts that they were all
having. She still had a look in her eyes that said she was thinking about what it might be
like to have one of his cocks inside her, though.

"He said he wouldn't hurt us. I trust him."

"Sandy, you were the one who thought that Brad wasn't just staying with you because you
let him put it in your ass."

"Hey! You were the one who let Kevin tie you up because it was 'just a phase'."

"Girls, girls, stop that." Wendy, surprised she had to be the voice of reason, stopped the
bickering. However, she couldn't shake the image of Laura tied to a bed with her quivering,
delicious pussy thrust outwards invitingly. "Can we trust him?"

"Well... I don't know if we have much of a choice." Laura shrugged and pulled her arms tight
against herself. "He looks like he could lift all three of us with one hand."

"Ya, that and he's got two lethal weapons hanging between his legs!"
All three of them giggled at that. Eventually it was Wendy who nodded and stood up.

"So, what do we have to do?"

Their guest smiled at that, and Wendy involuntarily smiled back. His teeth were white and
even, and his face lit up in a very inviting way when he grinned.

"I've already told you my power comes from sexual energy." He looked pointedly down at
the two phalluses hanging flaccidly between his legs.

"Wait." Sandy stood up now, but she actually came around the couch and sat down, in a
gesture of what was obviously trust. "So you're saying we have to have sex with you?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"We will pleasure each other, and my power will flow into you, granting you your desire."

"Uhh... wait. Flow how?"

"It will flow out of my members and into you."

"Ha! Wait, do I have this right?" Sandy laughed, and the other two giggled a little hesitantly.
"You have magic cum?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Sandy looked like she was about to say something else, then stopped. How else would
a being that got its power from sex do something like that? "Well, if we're going to be doing
this, umm... shouldn't we know your name?"

"I am Charl'strekgthachnerest..." He trailed off, obviously not done, and looked at their
faces. "Call me Charlie. Who are you?"

"I'm Wendy."

"Sandy."

"Laura."

"It is a pleasure to meet you three beautiful women." He smiled again, and they all leaned
towards him again. Although most of the living room separated the three of them from him,
the desire for them to get closer was palpable.

"Well. That's good enough for me." That was Laura, who surprisingly took the first move.

She crossed out from behind the couch and approached Charlie, shedding the mummy
costume as she went. It was a fairly simple procedure to do so, a quick tug and the linen
wrapping around her breasts came free, and another and her panties fell to the floor. Wendy
couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing a path from the twin mounds of Laura's breasts
down over the sensual curves of her back and finally to rest on the tight skin of the other
woman's ass.

Laura reached the Incubus and ran her hand across the chiseled skin of his stomach. He
shivered and reached one of his hands down to cup her breast, causing Laura to open her
mouth at the sensation. Immediately her hand traced lower, making a path past the curly
black hair between his legs and wrapping firmly around his top penis.

Starting delicately, her fingers traced a path along the velvety skin of his cock, following the
veins until they reached his head. His hand on her breast started to stroke and fondle her
more quickly, sending more urgent waves of desire running through her body and causing
her nipples to rise, hard and ready under his fingers. Her thumb smoothed itself across his
foreskin, and she saw the first stirrings of his desire as his cock began to harden underneath
her touch.

Smiling with delight, Laura sank to her knees and began to run her hands up and down the
length of his phallus, alternately stroking it and tracing circles around the head. Charlie
moaned in delight, and within a few moments of this his first cock was hard and pulsing,
sticking up to his belly button.

"Mmmm, that looks good." Sandy made her way over, too, stripping off her dress and tiny
black thong in one quick motion. She sank to her knees in front of the Incubus as well and
moved her luscious lips towards the hard tip of his cock. There was a small bead of cum
forming at the tip, and she ran her tongue along this first, smiling a little as it rolled onto
her tongue. That was the first time Wendy had seen anyone smile truthfully when tasting
cum, but stranger things had happened in the last five minutes.

After tasting his first bit of cum, Sandy wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. Her
lips slowly devoured him, and she could feel his hard member fill her mouth. Her tongue
made little circles around the tip of it while she slid her mouth down his cock as far as it
could go, then slid backwards, letting the sides of it brush up against the sides of her
mouth. There was a look of ecstacy on her face as his warm, rigid member filled her mouth.

"Wendy?" By this point, Wendy was the only one without her mouth on Charlie's body. Laura
had been busy, stirring his second cock to life and starting to suck on that as well. She was
less delicate than Sandy, though, and her head bobbed regularly up and down, little
moaning noises escaping from her throat as he continued to fondle her.

Nodding, Wendy went forward as well. It took her longer to negotiate her tied-up dress shirt,
tie and miniskirt, but soon she was naked as well, and sandwiched between Laura's achingly
beautiful form and Charlie's muscled leg.

She started to lick the warm skin of his scrotum, expecting to hate it and do it anyway. To
her surprise, while there was a slight salt tang to the taste, there was also a... sweetness,
almost like cinnamon. This close up, she could smell him very strongly as well, and the
cinnamon theme permeated his scent too. Eagerly she started to suck on his balls, her
tongue moving in quick, sure strokes around them while her lips massaged his scrotum.

Charlie, by this point, was moaning in pleasure and rocking his strong body against the
three women. They took this in stride, matching their movements to his, and for a while
they all stayed like that. Sandy and Laura had their mouths firmly wrapped around his two
stiff, powerful members, while Wendy licked his balls.

Then Laura and Sandy gasped a little in mingled surprise and pleasure as they all felt him
go rock hard under their ministrations. He came powerfully into their mouths, and both of
them let go of his members as they swallowed the surprisingly sweet substance. More of it
flowed, though, dripping down onto their naked chests and pooling between their breasts
before it finally stopped.

The three of them wondered if that was it, but were not at all surprised to see that his two
cocks were still hard and ready, and there was a desiring, almost hungry look on his face. It
should have been frightening combined with the wings and horns, but it made them feel
wanted and desired instead.

"Take me!" Sandy, again, was first. There was a small trickle of cum dribbling out of her
mouth, and her chest glistened with it as well, but if anything she looked more ready than
she had been before.

Charlie nodded and reached down for her. One hand encircled around her waist and he
lifted her clear into the air seemingly without any effort. Sandy giggled and wriggled her
petite form in his grip, obviously enjoying the feeling of weightlessness it brought.

Turning her so that she faced away from him, with her slender, appealing back against his
strong chest, and her delectable breasts thrust out for Wendy to see, Charlie lowered her
onto his topmost cock.

"Are... are you sure it will fit?" Sandy looked a little concerned as the head of the massive
phallus started to spread the lips of her pussy apart like a flower opening in bloom.

"Yes." Charlie and Sandy both groaned as his tip started to penetrate her, and then he was
inside.

Wendy could only imagine what it felt like having that massive, hard cock inside her while a
strong hand was wrapped around her waist. Sandy was certainly enjoying it, though.

"Oh! ... Ya..." Sandy threw her head back against Charlie's muscled chest as he slowly slid
her down the length of his cock. He was being quite gentle, but even then, the size of it
must have been causing Sandy's entire body to thrum with pleasure. "More..."

When three quarters of Charlie's cock had disappeared into Sandy, he stopped, letting her
rest at the point where she obviously could not take any more of him inside of herself. Her
eyes were closed now, one of her hands had involuntarily reached up to fondle her own
breast, and her face was suffused with a glow of pleasure.

"Take me too!" Laura was standing now, one hand fingering herself as she watched the
Incubus fill her friend's tight pussy. Seeing how much pleasure it was giving Sandy made her
want to join in, too.

Immediately after she said it, Laura turned around and bent over at the waist, pointing her
ass towards Charlie. She wiggled it a little and gave herself a quick slap to try and entice
him. Charlie obviously didn't need a lot of enticing, and walked the few steps between
himself and Laura. This caused Sandy to moan and writhe in pleasure as the shifting of his
weight caused him to move and slide inside of her.

With his free hand, Charlie gripped Laura's toned ass and thrust himself forward. The tip of
his second phallus slid into Laura, causing her to gasp out loud with pleasure, and then he
pressed himself inwards until Laura, too, was completely filled with his cock.

"Mmmm... ya... come on." Laura pressed her hands to the coffee table to steady herself
against the Incubus' strength, which also caused a little bit more of his cock to slide into the
wet darkness of her pussy.

"Fuck me!" Both Laura and Sandy cried out at the same time, needing the release Charlie
could provide.

He didn't wait long in granting their request, and started to move in complicated unison
with the two women. While his hand around Sandy's waist started to raise and lower her
along the length of his cock, which was now glistening with his and Sandy's combined
lubricant, his hips move in a slow, seductive motion against Laura.

Both women moaned in pleasure as the huge cocks slid into and out of them, and as he
started to move faster those moans turned to cries.

"Ya!"

"Ohhh... come on! Fuck me!"

"God yes!"
Wendy had previously thought only people in porn movies were that vocal, but the looks on
her friends faces told her they were enjoying ever last second of it. Wendy, on the other
hand, was also enjoying just watching her friends being fucked by the Incubus. She had
settled on the couch and had three of her fingers inside her pussy, which was dripping wet
with excitement. Her thumb was moving in slow circles across her clit, and she was biting
her lip gently as she watched.

"Ah! I think... I think I'm coming." Sandy could barely form words now between the reflexive
moans at the pleasure she was feeling. Her body was slicked with sweat, and she was
visibly shaking with the strength of the sensations against Charlie's chest.

Laura, too, looked like she was about ready climax, but she couldn't even speak. Wendy
couldn't see her face because it was obscured by her hair, but she didn't need to to know
Laura was having a great time.

Then, as Sandy had predicted, she started to cum. Her body rocked and thrashed with the
strength of her orgasm, as did Laura after a moment, and then Charlie joined in. His two
cocks swelled inside the girls and then a burst of hot, slick cum filled the two of them up.
They cried out again as it rushed into them, their bodies going taut in the last few throes of
pleasure.

After a long moment of stillness, Charlie reluctantly drew himself out of Sandy and Laura.
He set Sandy down, and then the two girls collapsed into a happy, content pile on the floor.
They curled around each other reflexively, making Wendy intensely jealous, and laughed as
the last remnants of their orgasms drifted away.

"That was amazing."

"Mmm... the best sex I've ever had."

"Wendy, you have to try it!"

Wendy nodded mutely, seeing the glow of pleasure and joy on her friend's faces. And, after
all, it had looked like fun.

"Yes. Wendy, your friends have received twin gifts from me, it's your turn if you wish it."
Charlie stood waiting, his two phalluses still as rock hard and as ready as they had been
since Laura started to suck on them.

"God yes." Pulling her now slick fingers out of her pussy, Wendy went forward and knelt
before Charlie, ready to take him in her mouth.

"There is a faster way."

Wendy looked up in surprise, not understanding. After a moment, though, it came to her.
She could ride both of his members at the same time... would it fit in her ass?

"Would they fit?"

"Yes." He said it with the same calm assurance he'd told Sandy, and she believed him.

Smiling in expectation, Wendy stood up and then bent over at the waist like Laura had,
putting her hands on the couch cushions for support. Charlie came over and placed his two
strong hands on her ass, spreading it wide. She could feel the strong length of one of his
phalluses against her leg, its length slick with his cum and the lubricant of one of her
friends, and she half expected to feel them pressing against her tight, willing openings any
moment.

Instead, Charlie bent down and Wendy could feel something warm and wet press itself
against her asshole. Little thrills of pleasure rippled through her body, and she realized it
was his tongue. That was nice of him to lubricate her, and from the slick, moist feeling his
tongue left as it probed her sphincter it felt as if it would be a better lubricant than the stuff
you could buy in the store.

After what felt like an eternity of tiny pleasures, with the feeling of something wet and
tantalizing exploring her nether regions, Charlie stood back up. With his two hands still
spreading Wendy's cheeks wide, he thrust his twin cocks up against her.

Wendy gasped a little as the two heads pressed up against her openings. Her pussy
widened to accommodate him almost immediately, but she could feel the resistance as he
worked his member into her ass. Then came an intense sensation of pleasure as the two
cocks both entered her.

With Sandy and Laura, he had taken them slow and gently at first, working into a frenzy
later. With Wendy, he sensed her readiness, and took her all at once. The feeling was
incredible as she felt the two huge cocks slide deep into her body. They slipped right in,
their lengths already slippery with the sexual juices of several orgasms, and soon she was
completely filled with his two wonderful cocks.

She thought, for a moment, like she would explode into orgasm right then and there with
the intensity of the feeling. She held on, though, and soon enough Charlie was riding her
expertly. The two phalluses felt perfect inside her, giving her an intense, pleasurable feeling
of being full, while at the same time stimulating her to greater and greater heights of
ecstasy.

"Take me! Fuck yes!" Wendy was surprised to hear herself crying out from the feeling, but
went with it. "Deeper! Harder!" They focused her on something else, and helped to prolong
the orgasm which was more and more quickly trying to crest inside of her.

Then, when she felt like she was going to burst from the pleasure, she did. Her entire body
shook and convulsed as her orgasm overtook her, filling and completing every nerve in her
body with pleasure so intense it took her breath away. Charlie came too, his hips thrusting
hard up inside her, and warm liquid rushing in to fill her tight ass and pussy.

After another long eternity of pleasure, Charlie pulled out, his throbbing, twitching cocks
finished delivering their payload and his strong, warm body moving away. Wendy could feel
some of his cum drip out of her two nether holes and start to run down her legs, but
actually enjoyed the sensation.

Filled with a warmth and contentment she hadn't known in a long time, Wendy stood up and
walked on wobbly legs over to where Sandy and Laura were curled against each other,
dreamy smiles on both their faces. Wendy suspected she had one too.

Then, she collapsed into the slick, wet pile of female bodies and let them curl themselves
around her. The combined scent of their sweat and the spent sex was actually intoxicating,
and Wendy couldn't help but licking the trickle of sweet cum off of Sandy's lips.

"This has to be the best Halloween ever."

She wasn't even sure who said it, but Wendy completely agreed.

An Unlikely Hero

by HelenofTroy

Broken Tusk and One Eye were formidable orcs. Sometimes bandits, others mercenaries,
they lived their life by their swords and had both the scars and the muscles to prove it.
Yaslana, Lana for short, had occasion to notice that their cocks could also be described as
formidable. Other good words would be rock solid, huge, raging and powerful. Thankfully,
One Eye, who arguably had the smaller of the two, was also the one who chose her ass. His
thick, green member plunged deep between her ass cheeks while his rough hands, battle
worn and more used to wielding a sword than caressing flesh, grasped at her breasts.

Broken Tusk, whose cock was so massive that it filled her up without even being half
sheathed, was in front. His hands rested on her waist, holding her so that she was firmly
sandwiched between two huge, green chests while they fucked her.

Lana was left with little to do but pant with the rebel pleasure her body was reveling in and
try not to think about what these two might do with her afterward.

Earlier that day, Lana was sitting at a lonely table in a mostly deserted inn by the side of
the road. It was a waystation between the nearest two major towns, and so didn't get busy
busy until the evening. The only people who stayed there during the day were the
desperate or the lost. She was mostly the second.

"More ale?" The barkeep came around again, eyeing her half empty mug and the gold piece
on the table in front of it. He'd never seen money that colour, and had absolutely no
intention of letting her walk out of here without leaving it for him, even if that meant
actually giving her decent service.

"No thanks." Lana sighed and put a hand over the top of the mug to prevent him from
'helping' anyway.

She honestly didn't know what she was doing out here. Life in the monastery had been nice.
Pleasant, with days filled with learning the holy art of lovemaking and nights filled with
practicing it. Being devoted to the goddess of sex was not a hard life, with the only trial
possibly being having to practice the goddess' healing arts on followers who could donate
well. Not yet a full priestess, Lana hadn't even done that yet.

Still, she'd spent so much of her life within those walls. She was born there, she grew up
there, she didn't know anything outside the walls of the monastery. For all she knew, there
was nothing.

And, after a week on the road, she was beginning to suspect that that opinion was true.
There was nothing out here but bare road and bad food.

Still, a longing for adventure rooted itself in her soul, and she wasn't going to be satisfied
until it was sated somehow. Maybe she would find some sort of map, or fall in with a rough
and tumble group of tomb raiders exploring the untold wonders of ancient civilizations.

Broken Tusk grunted and shifted his grip on Lana's hips. She sighed, her body responding
greedily as this allowed him to slide even further within her. Being filled up from both ends
by such huge cocks was incredible. If the situation were less dangerous, she would be
totally lost in a sexual daze right now.

As it was, she was getting there pretty fast. They might be dirty and smelly, but they knew
what they were doing when it came to this. Although they were both quite large, to the
point where they could have caused her pain, they'd managed to avoid doing it so far. In
fact, she was building to a climax so intense she didn't know what to do with it.

"She likes it." One Eye laughed, his hand squeezing her breast more tightly. Not too tightly,
though, just enough that his skin rasped against her nipple and made her quiver.
"I.... nngh... told you. Pleasure priestesses..." Broken Tusk licked his lips as he looked down
at her. "More like filthy whores."

Not thinking clearly, Lana laughed too. Anyone who could fill her pussy so completely and
wonderfully deserved to be humoured.

As Lana sat there, contemplating the wretched nothingness that was the road she was on,
the door to the inn burst open. Two men, exhausted and bloody, stumbled through and
collapsed at the closest table. Being that the inn only had four tables, they were close
enough that Lana could hear their words.

"Thrice damned bandits!"

"Those orcs again?" The innkeeper, shaking his head, came over with his pitcher of ale and
some mugs for the two newcomers. "They're trouble... a damned nuisance."

"Umm, excuse me?" Lana perked up at the mention of orcs. Her chance! "What orcs are
these?"

"Broken Tusk and One Eye." The innkeeper looked up at her and gave a condescending
smile. "They're bandits holed up in the woods near here... they make life miserable for
anyone passing through."

Hmm... Lana smiled to herself. One of the things she'd discovered while training at the
monastery was that she was not ordinary... maybe this was the chance to see if her special
abilities were good for anything other than delighting sex partners.

"What would you do if I could get rid of them for you?" All five feet of Lana stood bravely
upright, thrusting perky breasts barely covered by moulded leather forward to give an air of
being bigger than she really was.

The only response was laughter.

"You're so tight." Broken Tusk grunted and thrust, making Lana squirm with pleasure.

"By the Hells." One Eye's remaining eye was rolling back in his head. "You said it... I could
fuck her all day!"

No one, not even Lana, noticed that as Lana's cries of pleasure grew louder and more
excited, her skin was starting to glow. Runes, intricate and mysterious, were lighting up all
along her exposed flesh, illuminating the little grove where she and the orcs were currently
engaged.

Lana grumbled to herself as she trudged along the road. The innkeeper shut up fairly
quickly when she replaced her gold piece with a silver one, but the damage was done.
They'd cautioned her about going out here, after all, the two orcs were known killers and
vicious bandits.

"I'll show them. Laugh at Yaslana will they..."

Lana tried to keep her head up while she walked, but it was hard while she was in the
middle of grumbling. She wanted to look down and curse the ground. But she knew she was
getting close to the last known location of the bandits... time to spring her trap.
"Ooops!" She gasped loudly and mimed a fumbling motion. Her pack spilled to the ground,
the strip of leather which held it in place sliding across her shirt in the process and
loosening the laces on the front. "How clumsy of me."

Clucking at herself, Lana bent over at the waist to retrieve her pack. While she was
'straightening' it, she manually undid the laces all the way and then let out a mock cry of
surprise when her breasts, already straining at the leather corset, suddenly spilled out into
the open air. What she wasn't counting on was the chill forest air making her nipples stand
out, rock hard, but that seemed to help the image.

"Oh my."

"Gods!"

One Eye was the first to finish. With a final urgent thrust, he buried himself deeply in Lana's
ass and shuddered out a hot, steaming orgasm. Thick, milky fluid pumped out of his cock
and spilled out around his member, dripping down Lana's ass and onto her legs.

With a satisfied laugh, One Eye pulled himself out and gave her ass an appreciative slap.

Lana was momentarily shocked at the removal of his warm body from the threesome, but
this seemed to be what Broken Tusk was waiting for the entire time. "Finally!" He grinned at
her, before suddenly stopping his motion. In one swift motion, Lana found herself lying face
first in the dirt, with quivering ass pointed high into the sky.

Broken Tusk didn't let her get her bearings, though. Before she could pull her cheek out of
the soil, firm hands grabbed her ass and thick cock slid into her moist pussy. The change in
position changed the sensation, too, and she found herself writhing and nearly screaming
with the increased feeling of being taken from behind.

"Well... look what we have here."

Lana was busy trying, and dramatically failing, to stuff herself back into her corset when a
huge orc stepped out, seemingly from nowhere. Lana couldn't but gulp when she saw how
huge he was, and how big the sword he carried was. No way out of this now, though.

"Sex priestess?"

Lana spun to see another orc, a little smaller and missing an eye, standing behind her. He,
too, was disturbingly large and carrying a sword.

"I... I... what are you going to do?" Lana didn't need to fake the fear in her voice.

"Hmm... well, we were going to rob you." The first one laughed cruelly. The shattered canine
jutting from his lip probably meant he was the one known as Broken Tusk.

"Or kill you." One Eye also laughed.

"I... wait! You... you must have heard of priestesses like me?"

"Yes..." Broken Tusk stepped forward, eyeing the two perfect breasts which were still
hanging out of Lana's shirt.

"Well... I can, you know... " Not knowing what else to do, Lana dropped to her knees. Luckily,
Broken Tusk was right in front of her now and she could easily reach his trousers. With skill
born of long practice, she unlaced his pants to reveal a huge, flaccid cock.

She only hesitated a moment upon seeing how big he was before using the incredible skill
of her lips and hands to coax him into standing at attention for her.

Oral sex quickly progressed to being dragged off into the forest and stripped. This, further,
lead to the sweaty threesome, thick orc fluids spilling pumping into Lana's ass, and now
having her face down in the dirt while a huge orc slapped her ass cheek and wildly fucked
her from behind.

This was not as gentle as the threesome had been. Scarred talons drew blood along her
back, and the dirt was grinding into her cheek. Despite that, Lana's runes were glowing
more brightly than ever and her ragged cries of pleasure seemed endless.

"Hey... she glows." One Eye, who'd been busy stuffing himself back into his trousers, raised
a hairy eyebrow now that he noticed her glowing.

"It's a... hmmph... human... thing." Broken Tusk would have shrugged, but he was busy.

It turned out that he didn't last much longer than One Eye. Soon his cock swelled and his
thrusting became even more frantic until, finally, he let loose with a single massive heave
against Lana. She squinted her eyes closed and gasped as his hot cum filled her and then
spilled out around his cock, joining the rest of the fluids now dripping down her legs.

Lana gasped when Broken Tusk pulled himself out, but couldn't get up off the ground as he
stood up and began to put himself away too.

"What should we do with her?" Broken Tusk looked down at the exhausted, glowing form of
their human fuck toy.

"Kill her?"

"I was thinking keep her."

Lana, who was so close to climax that she could feel herself shaking from the intensity of it,
reached up surreptitiously and being stroking her sensitive clit while the two argued. She
needed only to push herself over the edge, and then she would prove to everyone... the
people at the inn and these orcs, that she was not helpless. That she could go on
adventures.

"Maybe we should eat her?" One Eye, obviously the more violent of the two, made a noise
like lips smacking.

"She's so fuckable, though... seems a waste."

Lana chose this moment to laugh. She was a little hoarse, and the nearing climax made the
laughter unsteady. Almost crazy sounding.

"I have... an idea." The runes on her body were flaring a brilliant azure now, and she was
literally quivering from all the pleasure.

"What's she doing?"

"Stop her!"

Too late. Yaslana cried out as the orgasm hit her. It was more than just physical pleasure,
though. As she shook and creamed from the sex, energy rushed in to fill the places where
the built up sexual tension was releasing from. The runes flared a hot white and she threw
herself upright, her head and long hair flinging backwards.
Normally, at this point, she channeled the energy harmlessly away as she'd been taught,
dispersing it back into the world.

Not this time.

This time, Lana let the energy build until she could feel it crawling beneath her skin. Then,
when she felt like she should burst, she directed it violently outward. At that point, wracked
by the exhausting sex and the flow of magic, she couldn't choose where to send it, just let it
pour forth from her in hot, rushing waves.

As if far in the distance, she heard the sounds of two orcs screaming.

Later, when Lana woke up and was able to pick herself up to her knees, she found herself
naked in the middle of a burned circle on the ground. It extended about fifteen feet in every
direction around her, like a bubble of destruction that had claimed trees, grass and bushes
alike. Sitting very near to her were two smouldering skeletons, complete with tusks and the
charred remainder of the swords they'd been trying to reclaim.

Fortunately, there were some scraps of clothing at the edge of the circle. Mostly orcish, but
they were large enough for her to make some shoes and partially cover herself. Stumbling
around, weary but feeling strangely good, Lana managed to make herself at least slightly
decent. She even remembered, before leaving the clearing, to grab the two smoking skulls.
One had deep gashes on either side of one eye socket, while the other sported a tusk
broken in half.

This would show everyone.