It definitely wasn't worth it. One night of drunken pleasure shouldn't cost this much. My company sent me to a trade show in Vegas, which wasn't an uncommon event. What was uncommon was my partner for the show. I was usually paired up with Ted, a German Shepherd who was in his late thirties. We always shared a room with two king size beds in it. But half the time we only used one...

But Ted had been promoted to upper management, which wasn't such a bad thing. He and I had enough secrets that he had to protect me a bit. But I tried not to use it. I was already on the fast track to management myself, a 27 year old Doberman that had a bit of panache and a sound mind for sales.

I found out that my new partner for the trade show was Rachel, a 21 year old vixen. Or should I say a smoking hot 21 year old vixen. I'm married to a vixen, a hot 25 year old vixen named Jen, but she wasn't quite as hot as Rachel. I loved my wife and had never cheated on her with a female, I rationalized that the things Ted and I had done together didn't fall into the category of cheating. Just guys taking care of each other when there was no wife around to provide the nookie. Besides as a famous President pointed out "oral sex" wasn't really sex.

The first problem arose when we got to the hotel to find out that the secretary had only booked us one room. I guess that she was used to just getting us one room, maybe she never stopped and thought about how since we were different genders we might need different rooms. Or maybe she was just being a cunt since she was a frumpy middle age Labrador and Rachel was a head turner. This was the biggest convention of the year and there were no spare rooms at the hotel or any other hotel anywhere near the convention center. There were two king size beds in the room so we decided that we would make it work. We went to the convention center and set up our display. We had a whole week in Vegas, starting with setup Sunday afternoon and tear down on Saturday morning.

The whole time we were setting up my dick was tingling and I didn't know why. I mean Rachel was hot but I'd been around hot vixens before. In fact I was married to one. It wasn't until we got back to the room that I figured it out. Rachel took her shower and then I went into the bathroom to take mine. With the heat and humidity of the bathroom and the towel she had used to dry her sex with in the corner I could detect the faint scent of her going into heat. She was obviously on her first day. This was going to suck. I was going to have to spend a week in the same room as a vixen in heat.

We had turned in early so we could get a fresh start on Monday. But all I could do was toss and turn, my dick as hard as a rock. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I got up, walked to the bathroom and picked up the towel she dried off on. It reeked of heat when you held it to your nose. I draped it over my head, inhaling the aroma of her pheromones. I was already hard as I stroked my cock thinking about the hot vixen in the next room. It only took a couple of minutes for my knot to form and for me to blow my load into the hand towel. I gripped my knot in a strangle hold thinking how tight her cunt would be. I milked it for a full minute until I finally felt relieved enough to head back to bed.

I pretty much repeated the same procedure every night except I didn't bother to go to bed first. I just made a last stop in the john and took care of stuff before I went to bed.

Things were pretty steady Monday through Thursday. We sold a reasonable amount of software, more than enough to justify the trip. But I had one customer that had been coming back every day and he seemed to be interested in getting all the software to set up a major manufacturing plant. He came in on Friday, we went out to lunch and I closed the deal for one and a half million dollars worth of software. It was the biggest sale I'd ever made. My commission was ten percent or $150,000. Rachel would get a one percent commission for her limited assistance, but even the $15,000 she was getting out of the deal was nothing to sneeze at. Plus this deal was something that would really help me move up into management.

Rachel and I went out and celebrated our big day. We went down to the casino and went to one of the prime rib buffets which I supplemented with a couple of bottles of Dom. Once I had a bottle of Dom in me I started to get a little randy from her now full standing heat scent. We went into one of the clubs and danced for an hour, getting our drinks refilled the entire time. I had a perpetual hard on the whole time and several times during our dancing she gave me a camel toe slide. Often she was just grinding against me, she seemed to be really turned on by my arousal.

We were pretty well lubed when we got back to the room. Neither of us was of sound mind to make a good decision. We both got our showers. She had been staying all weekend in an extra long T-shirt and panties while I had been in gym shorts and a T-shirt. When I came out of the shower she was in a black silk teddy instead of the frumpy T-shirt. My jaw dropped when I saw it.

Her speech was slurred as she spoke, "I bought this today for my boyfriend. I wanted to model it for you. Do you think he'll like it?" She asked.

"You could make a dead dog cum with that..." I said fondling growing erection through my shorts. I thought about her boyfriend. He was a fox that was a couple of years older than Rachel. I kind of smirked when I thought of him. I'd seen him in the gym before. He was a typical fox, especially in the cock department. He looked to be packing less than 5 inches. I was proud of my nearly eight inches of canine cock, I was able to please most of the bitches I'd fed it to before I married Jen. I felt a twinge of guilt as the little angel on my right shoulder tried keep me on the straight and narrow. Of course the little devil on my left shoulder was telling me "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Of course in my drunken state he drowned out the angel.

She came up to me and ran her paw up and down my erection. "That's a lot more than Ed's packing. I wouldn't mind trying that out..."

The angel told me to tell her that I was a married dog, but I went with the devil's reply of, "If you try this you might never be satisfied with that little thing again." I was feeling cocky in my alcohol as I grabbed one of her pert titties, massaging it through her teddy. She moaned, I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I lay her down on the bed and I shucked my shirt and shorts before climbing in after her.

I had never experienced being with a vixen in heat before, my wife had always been on the pill since we didn't want pups until I had got a little more established in my job. So she'd never had a heat cycle since I'd been going out with her. I crawled between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the teddy, exposing her swollen vulva. Since my wife had never been in heat I'd never experienced a swollen twat before. But what was even more enticing were the pheromones she was leaking in her discharge. I ran my tongue up against her slit, gathering as much of her pussy juice as I could. As soon as I pulled it into my muzzle my teeth started to chatter uncontrollably. She was definitely in full heat. I needed to stop, this was getting too dangerous. The last thing I needed was to knock up this young vixen. She wouldn't be able to pass the pup off as her boyfriend's get.

But the devil on my shoulder goaded me on to show her how much better a real dog could fuck her than that little fox she was dating. I lapped up all of her juices and then made a concerted attack on her clit. I prided myself on being a cunning cunnilinguist, and I soon had her cumming on my tongue. When she stopped panting I swung around so she could return the favor.

"WOW! It's so big!" She squealed in delight. "I've never had one that big. I've got to try that." Then she peeled back my sheath and took me into her muzzle. She reached up and fondled my balls as she sucked my cock. I wasn't even close to cumming yet when she stopped. "I've got to have that in me!"

"Are you sure you can handle a big dog cock like this?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes! I know you can make it fit!" She said as she lithely swung around under me.

The angel on my shoulder told me that this wasn't a good idea and I voiced his concern, "Wait I don't have a condom."

"I have to feel this in me! Just pull out before you cum. Me and Ed do that all the time and we've never had a problem." She said as she guided my cock to her unprotected sex.

This time the devil won out and in my alcohol befuddled mind I pushed my way in as she guided my cock to her fertile snatch. The extra puffiness of her swollen vagina felt incredible on my doghood. When I got about 5 inches in I realized that I was in virgin territory. When I buried the rest of it in her I felt the head of my dick hit her cervix.

"Fuck yeah! That's awesome!" She cried out in her drunken excitement. Of course I wanted to show her just how much better of a fuck a Dobie was than a fucking little fox was. I started thrusting into her almost viciously. She wrapped her legs around me as I pounded away at her. Part of my mind tried to warn me about a potential problem, but I was being controlled by the two little brains that were slapping against her ass. I didn't care at this point I just wanted to get off. I could feel the tingle start as I started to knot up.

"I've gotta pull out!" I said as I tried to do just that.

I was almost the whole way out when she cried out, "Noooooo! I'm almost there..." And with that she thrust herself upward impaling herself on my cock, my knot popping through her vaginal sphincter. I tried to pull away but her legs were wrapped around my waist holding her tight against me as she exploded into a massive orgasm.

The point of my dick head was pressed into the opening of her cervix as my knot grew to it's full size and was milked again and again by her orgasm. And with that I gave in. I thrust deep into her and shot my full load directly into her cervix. There was no stopping it so I gave in and gave her exactly what her fertile body wanted. Shot after shot of my virile cum jetted into her cervix, to engage in the race of life, searching for the egg she had recently released. Her vaginal sphincter was milking my knot, as I shot more and more into her. I finally collapsed on top of her. I was tied to her and my body continued pumping her full of my seed.

When she finally regained her senses she panicked. "You promised you'd pull out!"

"I did but you thrust back up against me!" I said. How could she blame me. I tried to pull out.

"But you're gonna get me pregnant!" She cried out.

"That's what usually happens when you have unprotected sex when you're in heat..." I said, still incredulous that she was blaming me. I did everything I could to pull out and she hadn't let me. There was nothing I could do until my knot came down. That took half an hour and it was the most awkward half hour of my life. She was furious at me but she was just as much to blame as me if not more.

When I finally came down and was able to pull out she went into the bathroom and tried to rinse my cum out of her. But there was no way to rinse the sperm that I'd shot directly into her cervix out. It was deep in her, it may have already reached her egg. She finally got in her own bed, gave me a glare and shut out the light without speaking.

We packed up the display on Saturday morning without speaking. Things were even worse in the clear light of dawn. We'd more than likely created a pup last night and neither of us wanted to deal with the repercussions of it. We both got on the plane hoping against hope that I hadn't knocked her up.

When I got home Jen was there to greet me at the airport. I hadn't told her about the big sale yet. "How was the show?" She asked.

"Well just average until Friday..." I said dragging it out.

"What happened on Friday?" She asked.

"Well on Friday I sold a complete system for one and a half million dollars..."

"But that's a hundred and fifty thousand dollar commission!" She cried out.

"I figured a school teacher would be able to do the math. But I think that may be the final push I'll need to get to management." I said proudly.

She jumped into my arms and cried out, "We'll finally be able to start a family!"

"Well it will probably take about 6 months before I'll know for sure, but you can probably go off of birth control pills. That way you'll be ready when the time comes." I added. Then my dick hardened thinking about how hot it had been actually fucking a vixen in heat on Friday. I also felt shame. I hadn't intended to cheat on my wife, but the collusion of being drunk, the heat pheromones, the sexy teddy and her coming on to me had been more than I could handle. I was hoping beyond hope that Rachel didn't get pregnant. It was a fools hope though. In college I'd been a sperm donor to make some extra money and I knew I had a sperm count that was off the charts. So unless there was something wrong on her end I was screwed. Unless her boyfriend would accept the pup as his.

Well three months later the shit hit the fan. (author note, in this world the gestation period is 9 weeks like it is for canids not 9 months like it is for humans) I was called into court for pup support. I'd gotten Rachel pregnant and she had a male pup that looked just like me. Her boyfriend had dumped her and she was looking for financial support. Of course I didn't have a leg to stand on and because I had a good job she got a $2,500 per month judgment.

My wife was furious. She didn't even speak to me for several months, she moved out and moved back in with her parents. I went to work everyday and busted my ass to make the move up to management. My sales were through the roof and I made management big time. They gave me a position with a 6 figure salary and a percentage of the sales of all the salesmen under me. It was a position that I'd only dreamed about, but I was still hollow inside. All I could think of was Jen and how she wasn't with me to share it.

I went through some mutual friends and I was finally able to talk to her. I told her exactly what had happened and that I was sorry and I wanted her back. She told me she would think about it and call me back in a week.

I was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs waiting for the call that night. The phone finally rang and I heard her on the other end of the line. "Well Frank I've thought it over. You know I was a virgin when I married you. I knew you had plenty of experience before I met you and that always made me a little jealous. I never cheated on you, but I always wondered what it would be like to be with someone different." She said and my heart dropped. "I never acted on it though because I loved you. And then you not only cheated on me but you acted totally irresponsible and got someone pregnant. Now a portion of OUR income is going to support a child that is not mine." She paused for a moment keeping me in suspense.

"Well I think the only fair thing to do is for me to get pregnant by a stud of my own choosing and have you support my child. And I want you to have to watch him do me..."

"You can't be serious!" I cried out incredulously. I was about to say how could you do that to me if you love me, but I had no leg to stand on.

"I'm completely serious. Those are the conditions if you want me back. You have a week to decide or my lawyer will start divorce proceedings. Bye." She said and hung up.

I didn't know what to do, but I knew I'd been completely miserable without her. But the thought of another dog in her, let alone impregnating her had me jealous beyond anything I had ever imagined. I struggled with my thoughts but in the end I called her the last possible day.

"Well what have you decided Frank?" She asked.

"All I know is I've been miserable since you've been gone." I love you and I need you back. Life means nothing to me since you've been gone."

"I really hope you mean that. But I have to know for sure. I'm still going through with this, then we'll be even."

She moved back in but I was forced to sleep in the guest room. Things were still a little tense between us, but Jen was determined to go through with it. She started to come into heat a couple of days after she moved back in. I could smell her all over the house. It was the first time I'd ever been around her when when she was in heat. I was walking around with a perpetual hard-on. I desperately wanted to breed her, but she held her ground so I ended up choking my chicken every night.

Three days after she started coming into heat she informed me that her "bull" was coming over to breed her. "You need to take the next couple of days off, I want you here the first couple of days."

"What do you mean 'the first couple of days'?"

"Well he's gonna breed me the whole time I'm in heat to make sure he knocks me up. Plus I wanna enjoy it. If I'm gonna cheat I wanna make up for lost time." She said matter of factly. "I found him on Craigslist."

"What's he look like." I said as I wondered what "my" pup was gonna look like.

"You'll meet him when he gets here." She said as she headed toward our bedroom to get ready for him. "You can let him in when he gets here." She added as she went through the bedroom door and closed it.

Great! I was going to have to invite in the asshole that was going to knock up my wife. I sat down and watched a sitcom. About 45 minutes later I heard a Harley pull into my driveway. The rider turned it off and walked to the door. I waited till he rang the bell, I didn't want to give any appearance that I was eager for someone to breed my wife. I finally walked to the door and opened it.

Standing in the opening was one of the biggest fucking wolves I'd ever seen in person. He seemed to take up the whole doorway. He was in a black leather jacket and chaps and biker boots that looked like he'd been working in a greasy garage with them. I stood there for a second with my muzzle hanging open.

"Are you gonna invite me in or what?" He asked.

I finally found my voice. "Sure." Was all I could manage.

He ducked to get in the door. He looked to be almost six feet ten inches tall and built like a linebacker. But despite all that his package, even covered with his leathers, appeared even more impressive. He caught me staring at it.

"Yeah, your missus is gonna have a great time with that. I've never left one disappointed." He sneered and cupped his package in a huge paw.

He looked me over and commented, "You're not quite as pathetic as my usual victims. This is gonna be a whole lotta fun. Go get me a beer." He ordered. He didn't ask me he ordered me around like a slave. And to my astonishment I obeyed...

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed him a beer opened it and brought it in to him. He took it out of my paw and downed the whole thing in one drink. "Get me another one Cuck." And to my dismay I didn't have the nerve to tell him to go fuck himself. I just went in and got him another beer. He drank this one a little more slowly, enjoying it. Wolves were rare and I'd never really met one before. They were generally much more primal, sort of like feral wolves in that respect. They tended not to be bound by social conventions and this one definitely seemed to fit the mold.

After he finished half of the second beer he sniffed the air. "Fuck yeah, definitely my favorite scent in the world. You're a lucky puppy. Not every dog gets to raise a wolf cub as his own..." He said patting me on the shoulder.

I finally spoke for only the second time. "Would you care to take your boots off." I asked. I didn't want him tracking them on our new carpet.

"Nah, I'll leave them on for now. It'll make a better effect if she sees me with them on the first time. Why don't we get this little party started. Where is this hot little vixen, I want to see if she's as hot as she looked in her photos..." He added with a leer. Part of me wanted to smash his face in, but part of me felt that a stud like that had every right to take what he wanted.

"She's in getting ready..." I said tentatively.

"Well go see if she's ready. Cuz the Big Bad Wuff is definitely ready!" He said as he gripped his package.

I just went into our bedroom and there was Jen lounging on top of the bed in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "Our 'guest' is here." I said my cock hardening in my pants from how fucking hot she looked. She'd never dressed like that for anyone but me before. My jealousy was rising along with my cock.

"His name is Blaze. Go ahead and let him in." She ordered. I was starting to get used to getting ordered around.

I walked out the door and said, "She's ready for you, follow me." I felt like a fool leading him in so he could knock up my wife, but truthfully that's what I was doing. He ducked through the door, then he pushed past me.

He gave a wolf whistle and then said, "Fuck Yeah! You're even hotter in real life than you are in the pictures. If you were my wife I'd never let anyone else fuck you. I'd keep you fucking barefoot and pregnant with my cubs." He said. Then he ordered, "Hey Cuck! You can get over here and take my boots off." I got on my knees and took off his boots off his huge feet. All I could think of was the saying about what having big feet means about your cock.

As I was taking his boots off he took off his leather jacket and threw it over the dresser mirror. All he had on now was a black wife beater shirt and his black chaps. He looked around the room. Both walls on either side of the bed and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. He looked at me and gave a leer as he said, "My, my, my, Cucky you're a kinky bastard. I've never done it in a room with mirrors before. This should be a blast!"

"OK wifey get over here with me." She was mesmerized by this big alpha stud, she got off of the bed and stood in front of him. He gently pushed her to her knees in front of him. "Why don't you open my chaps up, you know you're dying to see it."

His leather chaps had a front that could be removed by unsnapping it. She grabbed it and just about ripped it off in her hurry to see what she would be getting. I don't know who gasped louder, her or me. Blaze was Massive. I'd been proud of my eight inches but he had to be well over ten inches and he wasn't completely hard yet. It was so large that it almost didn't look real. And at the base of that monument of wolfhood were two huge lemon size balls. If God had made a perfect stud he couldn't have done much better than Blaze. And now he was going to give my wife the fucking of her life.

Jen was litterally drooling as she got a close up view of the equipment that was going to give her her first cub. I'd always been sure I was going to be the lucky stud that did the job. She tentatively reached over and cupped his huge nuts as if she was weighing how much sperm he could shoot into her. She then wrapped her tiny little paw, the one with the wedding ring on it, around his sheath. Well at least around as much of it as she could, it didn't even reach half way around. But she was able to peel it back exposing the pointed head of his cock.

This was all unexplored territory for her. Her dainty little tongue flicked out lightly licked the underside of his dickhead. To my surprise he wasn't looking at her, he was looking me right in the eye, reinforcing our relative statuses. He was the stud and I was just a lowly cuck, good for nothing better than raising an alpha's cub. And I was having a hard time convincing myself otherwise.

Soon she had her muzzle bobbing up and down on the head of his cock. That was the best she could do since his girth was too big for her throat to accommodate. What was surprising though while she reluctantly sucked my cock when I asked, and the only if I'd just taken a shower, she was sucking on his dirty cock with an eagerness she had never shown for mine. Maybe part of it was that the smegma in his sheath was laced with massive quantities of dominance pheromones. I could smell them all the way over here. I'd always acted like a civilized dog whenever we had sex. That's what all the bitches libbers said the gals wanted. Well maybe that's what they said they wanted but it sure looked like Jen wanted this stud that told her what he wanted and didn't give a damn about anyone's feelings except his own.

He watched her bob up and down on his huge cock in the mirrored wall. "Enough of this!" He said as he picked her up roughly and threw her on the bed. He grabbed her thong and just ripped it off of her. His muzzle dove for her leaking swollen snatch. His huge rough tongue lapped at her and her juices made his teeth chatter. "Fuck yeah. Don't worry Cucky. You'll get a chance to taste it off of my dick when I'm done" He said with a sneer then he jammed his tongue up her snatch as she gasped.

The smell of her heat permeated the room. Normally it would have been the only thing you would have been able to smell except Blaze's dominance pheromones were fighting it on a level playing field. Her heat was making me horny, but any thoughts of wanting to breed her myself were suppressed by the dominance pheromones of a dominant alpha male.

After he lapped up her juices he slid up her body until his sex was even with hers. She was almost completely covered by his massive body. I thought this was the moment of truth, but instead of sticking his cock into her the started unto a camel toe slide. His huge fuck stick barely fit into her tiny camel toe, how could it possibly fit in her tight little snatch? His huge veined cock ran up and down her slit, the direct contact with her clit making her squirm with delight.

He brought his muzzle down to her tits. He ran his massive tongue over her right tit a couple of times, then latched onto the side. He drew a circle of flesh into his lips and sucked it in while he continued to thrust against her snatch. Jen had sensitive tits and could often get off by me just playing with them. After about half a minute he moved to another spot and gave her another hickey. Then another... and another... until both her tits were marked all over with his hickeys.

Jen kept tilting her hips to try to get Blaze's huge cock into her eager tunnel, and he kept tilting his hips to keep from penetrating her. Soon she was whimpering. Her juices were dripping off of his balls as he continued to keep her on the edge.

"You want it bad, don't you?" Blaze asked.

"Yesssss!!!" She hissed.

"Well you're gonna have to beg for it better than that, or I'm just gonna give you a camel toe slide and blow my load all over your belly..."

"NOOOOO! Please Blaze put it in me!" She begged.

"So you want a real stud to fuck a pup into you?" He teased.

'"YES. Please Blaze I want it now!" She begged. I may as well not have even been in the room.

This begins a twisted saga or series of evil versus good. Like Eve, the serpent and apple. Release of lustful forbidden desires. It will intertwine with others in Bisexual SciFi or Fantasy as the Devil Queen is released on humanity. Mormons and Monks, The Devil Queen and Little Girl Scouts later and perhaps more.

The queen in hell was always rammed fucked by her devil lord and lots of choices in hell. So many families using their children as all demented wants could be lived out in hell.

She tired of Satan cock as she devoted her entire to a faith of the filthiest acts. Every hall and every room and every floor were filled with humans already in the lust.

No virgin pussy. No little girls. No scared little girls with their little hands under their nighties rubbing little pussies.

Satan saliva when she was first found her devil lord she had intended and expected to be death did not work as Satan intended. The slim tiny woman simply would not die no matter what Satan tried. She simply licked the snarling maw and accepted Satan's tongue, forked and always whipping in her little belly so her lord could lick at the cock he rammed.

So yesterday and now she had powers. She would never refuse her lord. But young pussies bloomed on earth. Little girls in their little beds had no concept of the wonderful young pussy juice. All the little girls tried to be quiet as they struggled with their new little clitties. It was not their fault, it just happened, and they did not know they were just horny little girls. Perfectly normal for earth.

The hell queen wanted fresh pussy and could now smell every young girl trying for a cunnie feel. All hoping mommy and daddy would not see their small hands rubbing their developing fuck holes. They had no idea why they wet their panties in school. Just a new adolescent horny.

Even their chest hurt as tit tubes pushed out. All was horrible and the child girls developed fuck bodies they would quickly understand. Orgasms and sperm. Cunt suckers, pussy eaters once the bored hell queen could instantly appear in any little girls' bedroom.

It was not random as the smells of young cunt may be missed by earthlings, but she not only sensed, smelled she savored for virgin earth pussy.

Yes, she had her pick of the rams, the boys, the moms and dads still fucking some little girl, or dog. In hell there were no limits on the already captured.

The Hell Queen with her new powers wanted little girls with wet pussies. What the hell she might just bring Satan new fuck toys.

In flash of thought she was in this little struggling girl that did not know what to touch. The Queen of Hell had a forked tongue now. It could extend as much as any devious mind and she could reach deep in any hole. But she savored young, never fucked yet. Satan had not yet destroyed this little girl and her family.

The little child just instantly removed her nighty. Her wet panties were somewhere. Her legs spread and bulging new cunt mound that confused her mind. Daddy and mommy looked at her different when mommy or daddy helped her dress. Some murmurs that she needs a bra.

"those are not normal; they are so long and poke out".

The hell queen used her new forked tongue softly the first of so many little virgin girl pussies that need that first wonderous orgasm. The forked tongue lick softly at the child girl clit.

The small innocent barely out of puberty held her legs above her head. Her blond hair cradled her cute little face. Her blue eyes stared right at the queen of hell and presented her little ass crinkle, her cunnie she had been rubbing was all red.

The child presented her very essence wide open with want. The queen of hell had powers she had not realized, or maybe the little girls were just filled with fuck lust.

Tired of the church and tired of the commandments to remain pure. Never seek and never wonder. The little pussies all over the earth were the same. Little children frantic for their small button still hidden my young skin.

None knew of clit hoods that covered up what they had be trying to open as much as their little wet pussies. They all rubbed so hard in their little beds hoping mommy and daddy would not hear their fuck filthy moans.

The devil queen savored fresh little girls. Human children that did not know of hell, yet. The wonders of orgasm, and the permanence of the filth in hell. No, these little girls were hers alone.

Her forked tongue licked at this open wanton child. Her darling little pink ass still had some human shit she did not wiped away. Cookie shit the expectant child opened her little legs in new glory of lust.

Keeping her tiny ass and red cunny wide open, the most exquisite sensation in their young human lives as the devil queen sought out more cookie dough girl shit. The tongue slivered up the child hole searching. Little pink girl ass and above it was the treasure. Girl pussy all puffy from rubbing, swollen from all the rubbing made the clit hoods look as precious as the virgin cunt holes that were as open and ready as little girls could make their slim legs spread.

Little human virgins yet to have their first periods meant every egg was still hidden deep inside.

One nip of sharp teeth on the skin that hid the little clits, then harder to just rip it off. Child clit stood up.

The devil queen sank her mouth and sucked at the very youth of unused pussy as she sank her long-forked tongue up the girl already in not only her first orgasm but constant orgasm pulsing out girl cream.

The devil queen tongue found immature womb and slathered the walls with addictive saliva that quickly entered the tots blood stream rendering her helplessly bound to unrelenting acts of lust and carnality. Bestial need. Through the thin sliver of undeveloped fallopian the true treasure of ovary sacks on one side licking out every egg like human caviar. Her squirming long tongue causing so much bliss even as the blood from her torn away clit cover dripped, the child did not realize any chance of having a child was being sucked out.

Now only orgasms as the child smiled brightly. Her little slim pelvis in a continuous frantic pumping up into the devil queens hot hungry mawl.

The Devil Queen liked her new powers but did not realized her effect on humans. Her saliva that derived from Satan's own mouth was very potent much like young venomous snakes held venom so concentrated it was more lethal than older snakes.

She had allowed too much to infuse the small virgin as she selfishly removed the fresh human eggs. Too much satanic saliva had been soaked through the child cunt walls, small womb and fallopian tubes. She had rendered the child insane and permanently in debaucherously orgasmic lust.

The slim little girl thoughts were one with the devil queen now and one flash about her best friend, Cindy two houses away had just gotten her first training bra so thick it made look like she had tits. The extra thick padding was deemed necessary to hide her hard-young tit cones.

Nipples constantly poking her own father stirred as did her brothers. Even her own mommy was in a hurry to get her child covered up as she too felt her cunt throb each time, she saw her precious innocent child bounce into the kitchen still in her nighty oblivious of her tit tubes quivering around as well. Dad almost coughed up a mouth of coffee as her boys squirmed under the table to hide their young hard dicks. That was as bad as her little girl, knowing her little boys had hard young dick.

Thoughts instant shared as the slim wonder remained in orgasm, the queen would have to do something different next time even though she loved the adolescent young virgins' gyrations.

Cindy and she shared everything. They often had sleep overs with slim legs wide open, night shirts on the floor, young tit cones on slim bodies.

Sharing everything as they rubbed their new pussy mounds. Both frustrated each would make recommendations and even touch small finger tips to some area on each other's open wet virgin fuck holes. Always the same, "I heard it was up here". "well I heard you have to get inside and rub around".

The slim legs so flexible the small wet cunnies would almost touch. Frustrated they often gave up and just practiced kissing with little pink mouths and tongues, at least they were getting really good at that. They had a pact that they were practice for some future boyfriend and would give each other titty feels with soft small girl hands. Just practice.

Every thought was absorbed, Cindy just started getting pussy hair. In a flash both were in Cindy's bedroom. Pussy hairs meant a first young period was close.

Her first earthly conquest was wrapped around her in constant pumping orgasm. Her clit hood had been ripped off, but the Satanic saliva not only healed her, but made her clitty bigger than her small tit bumps.

The hell queen's powers basically made the cute girl's room, all pink and frilly, a cloaked off in silence. Cindy was not startled or afraid. She was naked and had been rubbing and searching for that spot and the feelings for over thirty minutes already. She had been thinking about her best friend sharing titty feels and the wet warm "practice" kissing. But nothing would happen, not like all the other girls said. Cindy was getting too frantic to care anymore. Her titties ached. Her nipples were so sensitive.

Cindy stared at her young friends' new body and her pumping slim pelvis. "You found it". No, she did, and she is here to help you too. Cindy stood in slim virgin wonder of youth. She basically presented her teen flesh in horny need, "where is that damn spot?" The first earth conquest would be a princess in waiting. Her new identity was disciple of devil pussy. She would do anything for the queen of hell forever. She really had no choice anymore in constant orgasm. She was losing fluids as her cunt pumped the queen magically brought forth Satan piss and cum mix all in hell sustained themselves with. The new fuck demon drank the first bottle in one gulp.

She licked her best friend, Cindy, with a wet tongue that tasted of Satan piss and sperm. Cindy sucked her friends mouth and tongue. Cindy only flashed a thought about how she had been looking at her, and Cindy stood alone in front of the Queen of Hell. Her best friend with her Satan piss and cum mouth was gone. She was sitting on Cindy's mommy face. The daddy asleep only inches away. Cindy's mommy had so many thoughts about her little girl's pussy and new titties she was as frantic, and lust filled about her own child. She had no idea of what young cunt was on her face, maybe her daughter she lusted about daily. Maybe her little friend she often saw in naked splendor of youth.

She hoped it was her daughter, but child cunt was child cunt. She slept nude and still had perky tits for a mom with nipples that had not been paid much attention to lately. She loved titty pain, pinch and pull her nipples. She always thought her huge nipples were the most erotic area on her body. Years of marriage her husband seldom paid the attention to them as he once did.

She liked them bit and chewed, pulled and twisted. The message was delivered as she wrapped her arms around slim hips pulling some young cunt hard on her hungry open mouth. Her titties and their huge nipples were mauled, pinched and pulled, punished for her evil thoughts about her little girl and her boys' stiff cocks. Punish me.

The Devil Queen was with Cindy. The child came to her. Her best friend said this one new the spot.

She only let out a small whimper as her clit hood was ripped away and swallowed. Her young clit, the spot, now open and relieved of its cover. Her slim arms fondled some head of someone she did not know. Something sank deep in her virgin fuck slot, it wiggled around making her shiver in lust.

Her exposed child clit rubbed somewhere with something so wonderful in her child cunt she convulsed. Her first orgasm, finally. Who ever this lady was she found the spot all little girls sought.

The Devil Queen would be more careful. She had just made some small girl a slut forever only seeking young girl pussy on earth. She even wondered how long she would let Cindy orgasm.

The young child pussy cream was delicious, but was she converting on just a greedy child molesting girl cunny. Five, let the slim girl have five, keep your damn demon tongue just in the wet hole, don't eat all her eggs. THEN The child had her first period. Only one orgasm stirred her body into "adult hood". She sat on someone's face and had her first period sucked out. Her tiny uterus shed its lining intended to let some fertilized egg embed ang become new human. Every essence of young girl just for the Queen of Hell to suck out letting the slim child have her second orgasm ever. She would be more careful as she counted and that was two. Keep her long tongue just in the cunt this time.

The Devil Queen found a name for her first earth conquest "SIN, Lady in waiting" she would protect because her own rampant lust had destroyed the slim child. She had not meant harm; she wanted the fresh young girl pussies.

SIN was twisting Cindy's mommy's tit flesh and hard nipples made her best friends mommy squirt across the bed. She was eating and sucking so hard on some young cunt meat that slammed her mouth in wonderful hard slim pelvic grind. Constant young cunnie cream filled her mouth over and over and the wonderful demon on her face was destroying her long-neglected tits. Yes, she had mommy tits. Yes, she had fed her children and hid how wonderful it felt to let her children "teethed" on her nipples. There were teething things, but the sharp teeth made her orgasm as they bit to relieve their gums in their own pain. Chew on anything and mommy loved every bite. Every chew.

The thoughts between SIN and the Queen of Hell were instant.

They vanished and left Cindy's little wet pussy settle down on her mommy's face. Cindy wondered why her own mommy never showed her the spot before. Mommy sure liked her "spot" now. Mommy's titties were not really big but had huge purple tops that made great handles. Mommy really liked her child using her handles. The more Cindy used the handles, the more mommy sucked her new period fluids out, ate her fuck hole, engulfed her entire young pussy in mommy mouth. She would not need tampons or pads as none of her young cunt fluids would ever be wasted in cotton just to be thrown away like trash.

Cindy had a thought about Sarah. She was a year ahead and Cindy loved her friend dearly, but in the showers, Sarah had tit cones. She often thought she would some day have real tits like Sarah, sometimes thinking her friend would somehow be somewhere she and her friend could "practice" with Sarah. She was always very nice in the showers and helped the younger girls with soap and getting clean.

Sarah had real pussy hair already. Sarah had titties that were so white her nipples in bulbs as she helped the younger girls clean all areas of their little bodies. Sarah was always helpful with the younger girls.

Cindy was unaware that the woman that found her "spot" and her friend had vanished. Cindy was grinding her young cunt meat on her mommies mouth as she used her mommy's nipples as hard as her little hands could. Mommy really liked it when she got her titties hurt and she chewed harder on her own daughter's little pussy. The more Cindy pulled on mommy the harder mommy bit her cunnie.

Sarah's room in a flash.

Somehow Sarah sensed this moment. She had shaved her pussy bare to be like the little girls she "helped".

Sarah simply stood naked with her torrid protruding tit cones that had never seen the sun. so white in their innocence. Hard huge nipples looked like they were painful. Sarah opened her arms to the child now SIN. She had so loved helping her in the showers. Her tiny slim body and just the beginnings of tits. Bumps really. But the child nipples were so hard as she "helped".

All the little girls loved Sarah. She always knew the spot on their tender slim bodies that needed the most cleaning. Some of the cleaning had to be in their tiny holes as they held precious wonderful Sarah hard as they were "cleaned" They were helped, and they got to feel Sarah's hard tits rub their titless slim bodies. Every slim thing loved the help. Everyone wanted tittiies.

Their friends had bumps and Sarah made sure they were very clean.

The kids loved Sarah so much for her "help" they spread their slim legs open. Sarah had to contain herself around Cindy. Cindy was so sweet and kind, but her young pubis bulged. It was getting to where it needed the best "help", the hardest cleaning.

Sarah stood naked and bare. Her own fuck meat as bare as all the little girls she liked to help in the showers. Her tit cones were so hard they barely shook. She stood naked and bare and ready for filth. Ready for whatever may happen, and she had lots of ideas. Small cunnies, small little hands that often "accidently" held her young haired pussy. Now she was bare and presented herself for fuck. FLASH.

Four naked women looked at her available slim body. Two girls she had washed and got very, very clean stood naked. Cindy's mommy was panting and her very nice tits looked all bitten by some sharp teeth that could only come from a small little girl. Sarah smiled as she finally connected Cindy to her mommy.

The one she liked so much was not at school yesterday. She was her favorite child to get really clean. She seemed to have some pelvic issues as she pumped her hips. Her tiny slim legs she washed up and down were wet with girl drip. No other smell was like this. Girl pussy. She had restrained her "help" in the showers. She convinced herself and all the little preteen girls that she was just a kind teen.

Every girl she "helped" just wanted tits, hoping theirs would look like the girl that helped them get really clean.

Her favorite to clean was nude and she seemed to have issues. Her little hips were frantic pulse. That was the Devil Queens fault and before anyone could speak any word, Sarah sank to her knees. Her favorite to help in the shower looked as if she was in pain.

Sarah could care less about her tit cones. She knew the little girls she helped wanted to be big girls with titties. All the cleaning. Hard washing made her demented. She wanted young cunt.

She new she could find the priest and his huge cock. The priest welcomed her in confessional.

Silent resolve of all sins, the priest slid the window open presenting 10 long inches of throbbing cock. She confessed her sins of sperm thirst, her cock sucking. In just the last week she was in the woods and sucked cocks, she ate sperm. She had come for absolution, she confessed. She was given one hail Mary when the long cock, her own priest she just confesses her sperm thirst, her cock sucking and all the ways she just accidently got cock in her mouth. She was so innocent. She was so young, and her little tit cones made her crazy with lust. Seemingly her young breasts controlled her every thought. She came to the priest for confession. She spilled all of her sins. She swallowed all ten inches of the priest's cock. She planted her face for fuck against the confessional wall. She would not relent or gag. She was here for saving and the priest did his hardest to save her delivered, in pulses in the young mouth. Sarah was given instruction to be in the confessional every day as some other priest may have some ideas to get as deep as possible into her faith issues. Sarah thanked for the deliverance of divine substance.

She truly had faith and she was the pertest teen sperm lover that needed as much help about her sins than any other slim child that budded all new.

Sarah had gotten use to going to confessional after "helping" all the little girls she had little time to study. Her time helping and her time in the confessing with so much help for her as she absorbed every word in huge gulps of sperm. Every day wash and fondle little girls just to make sure every hole was very clean.

Then church in the cube as priest after priest "delivered" divine guidance. In her mouth.

Sin, her savior of sorts that had turned her into constant orgasm. Needing bottles of Satan piss and cum she would forever need if her wonderful constant state of orgasm. The Devil Queen that caused it all for the tiny girls that only yesterday searched for her "SPOT".

Really, she and her friend had worked with each other to find that "SPOT". Some wonder hiding and they kissed and practiced so hard.

Sarah stood upright in her small room. She knew. She sensed she was fuck. All her confessions confirmed her mouth in every delivery of saving.

Sarah liked washing all the little girls in the showers. She knew the little girls wanted to "Grow" and show off their new titties. Little pussy pulsing The Devil Queen smelled and knew every room in every little girly frilly room as everyone wanted to find that "spot". The entire surface of earth was filled with little girls hoping mommy and daddy would not hear their search for that "SPOT".

Most gave up and had sleep overs to really get technical and push at the place. It was supposed to be right here, try me. Across the world little girls searched for the "SPOT".

Four people looked at her slender body. Her hard-teen tit cones. Her wet dripping pussy not yet cunt. She had wanted some little girl at least to search or feel. She would never abuse. She hoped every day "helping" but no child would get their tiny hand close enough for some "accidental" washing in warm tender arm all slippery that would slide so easily. Sarah's mind seemed to be captured. Their young slender hands, each and every one of the girls could easily fit. She would have to help the younger as they would tire. Sarah came out of her fantasy.

Four in her room. Three she knew. two she got really clean to send home and her mommy. She held her mommies' hand. Legs spread open, her wet open fuck. The mommy had nice titties but looked like they were purple, they were long as "Cindy" pinched her mommy, she pulled her mommies tits. She made her mommy orgasm from tit pain. Mommy loved her child more every day.

Sarah new she would get eaten as she spread her legs. She openly presented her flesh somehow knowing she may die. She might be chewed on by her most favorite child she every got as clean as possible.

That wonder she washed stood in her room and seem to have some problem. Cindy stood beside her mommy as she twisted mommy into the same constant's orgasms.

Sin finally kissed her. This child she washed and got as clean as she could in every hole.

Sometimes soapy fingers just got deep in some hole. It was an innocent slip by someone only "helping".

Sarah had washed the little girls and received more rich saving as she went to confession.

Sarah grabbed her pulsing pumping child in a mix of tender help and wanton lust. The child needed her help more than ever. Sarah licked Sins face. Sin melted in the loving embrace of one that had washed her so hard. Sin had Satan saliva pulsing through her small body. Her clit exposed and in constant throbs.

It may take hours or days or years to get these two apart. Sin nipped and sucked waiting to see what Sarah liked. Sarah's mouth never stopped sucking Sins pussy. Only a grunt as Sin tried to find Sarah's "spot" to return all the wonderful feelings, when Sarah grabbed her slim arm and shoved the hand deep.

Sin had her cunt flesh in a grip on a mouth and her slim arm, her slender fingers found Sarah's "spot'. It was so deep but slim arm was so wet and silky, her convulsing forever in orgasm pussy was held in a tight but insistent mouth. Her washer that always got her the cleanest.

Sin sat her wet young cunt down. She was fastened to a mouth. She used both of her small hands to pull. She used both small hands to open everything up. She pumped each hand as hard as she could in search of Sarah's "SPOT".

Every plunge of tiny search she got harder bites. Sin liked hard bites on her long clit and wet little cunt.

Sarah bit down hard on Sin's entire cunt flesh, her little girl cunt flesh that fit nicely in her mouth. The little girl she had washed and washed and had so many demented thoughts about as she masturbated and rubbed for her own spot. Sarah got wet and even gushed cunt cream, but never had the kind of orgasm she sought. She knew there was something missing, she knew she had more in her to release as she laid spread open every night thinking of each little girl one by one. The tiny bodies all soapy and slippery. Little places and tiny holes and cracks that needed to be cleaned.

Sin was always the child that consumed her lust. Her personal hell and demented sex lust.

Sin found it, Sarah chewed child pussy, sucked child pussy she had only wished about. Sin found it. Sin had her little hand and entire slim arm in Sarah cunt. Her little hips in constant frantic thrusting as she could feel Sarah's hard young firm tit cones every girl hoped for, grind on her tummy. The dug into her tummy like two drills.

Down deep in Sarah was another smaller hole. Every time her little hand touch the rubbery new thing Sarah would bite down on her little pussy. Chew her forever orgasm fuck meat.

The Devil Queen already knew and savored how humans discovered how wonderful the release of all their demonic lust if given an open. Actually, achieve and live out their filthiest ideas.

Cindy had her mommy on the floor right beside Sarah's bed as she sat her little girl pussy on mommy's face. She twisted mommy nipples into purple tubes. Her mommy had somehow lost all of mommy cunt hair and mommy cunt was very big and very wet and mommy had a really big clit cock that liked to be twisted and pinched. Cindy owned her mommy slut now as she turned into a steaming mass of human protoplasm that just might burst or melt. It was glorious.

Sarah did not know she was womb slut, womb fuck, a womb that once opened would forever be her "spot". Sin poked a slim finger at the hole and got the hardest bite on her cunt that made her feel so warm and wanted. Sin was stuck in orgasm purely by accident and would require constant fluids to keep her little titless body from drying up. The Devil Queen was actually sorry about that. She liked to seek out little girls to molest. Little girls on earth. Hell was full of them and little boys, moms and dads.

Earth had fresh fuck, fresh pussy, wet little girls searching for that "spot". They helped each other search for it on sleep overs while parents tried to sleep. Dads with thoughts of their little girls and boys. Moms the same. If only they talked, they could open up and accept Satan as the real lord. The lord of fuck and filth, the lord of incest and families exchanging every member over in any fashion as so many had deviant hidden lustful thoughts. If humans only talked to each other all kids would be fuck. All dads with little boys sucking for daddy juice. Daddy's chewing boy cocks, sucking boy cocks. Dads fucking their precious daughter's little bulging new pussies.

Moms harbored the most wonderful thoughts. Moms wanted the mom next door to come over for more than coffee. All having hidden lust as they so innocently wore only robes nude underneath. Some savored mom cunt or tits, each other's kids. Mom's had the filthiest thoughts with all their hidden fake cocks in the back of some drawer hidden by panties just waiting to rush their children off and go next door with loose robes to let their mommy tits wobble at any movement. Sometimes a huge nipple accidentally fell out. Sometimes the robes accidentally revealed their naked cunts as they simply recrossed their legs over and over. They really wanted to just let cunt flag fly. Get naked and talk about each other's kids. Eat cunt or get fisted. Moms had the most hidden desires. But humans were timid and needed a nudge.

The Devil Queen seldom had spontaneous orgasms anymore. She got every manner of sex down in Hell. Sin and Sarah looked so precious. They had wanted each other but were timid.

Now they were wanton fuck, wanton cunt sucking and fisting and even The Queen of Hell quivered in delight.

Sin sank a slim small child finger into the smaller hole deep in Sarah and almost lost her pussy.

Sarah really, really liked that. Sarah had always been her favorite and had girl titties. Now Sarah was her fuck toy. Sin's tiny body would never recover and was "converted" even though she did not know it yet. She could never live on earth, never get by, never go back to school or the showers again, well maybe something could be worked about the showers.

Sin tried two tiny child fingers and just gave the slightest try to open the new hole so deep, her arm soaked in Sarah cunt, her little pussy fuck meat being chewed.

Sarah bolted upright throwing Sin off her face. She had a frantic look. She grabbed Sins little arm and slammed it hard, so hard sins hand was forced into her womb. Womb fuck the Devil queen already knew but loved watching humans discover and find their own filth. Any of them could be instantly transferred to hell. The Queen knew that Satan knew and was letting her have fun.

Hell was so full of families even the huge dogs and rams were tired. They were always obedient bred for one purpose but still whimpered when called to service. Satan was watching and even hell got boring at times. The Queen felt or heard his chuckle of delight. His Queen was delivering something different and it was fun.

Sarah looked almost insane as she used the slim child arm like a dildo, a ram fuck. Sin let her little hand form a small cone and that did it. Sarah forgot that some little girl she adored and washed so many times had her tiny arm in her cunt and womb. Pure womb fuck and the Devil Queen almost clapped as she sensed Satan's approval.

Sarah had lost her mind as she stood open legged on her bed. She used her young legs as if she was doing squats in the girl gym. That school gym with the showers full of little naked girls hoping for titties like Sarah's. Every weekend across earth little girls had sleep overs. Little girl panties could be used to as chew toys for Satan's dogs. They were all soaked in virgin little girl cunt juice. Wet panties every where on so many frilly pink rooms as mommy's struggled with thoughts of sucking their little girl's pussy's.

Every mom struggled as they remembered those days, rather those nights they hoped mommy or daddy was asleep. Spreading tiny legs wide with wet panties on the floor. Raising nighties up to compare titty. "Jenifer said if you pinch right here it feels good, but I keep pinching" Here you try me, and I'll try you.

"well Sam said she found the "spot' but I don't believe her, she couldn't find mine".

Across the earth little girls in wonder. Wanton lust brewing. Like the richest smell of morning coffee or bacon sizzling, child pussy pumped out the most wonderful fuck horny perfume.

Sarah had lost her mind. She had no concept that she might be hurting her darling little favorite. Her young legs her well as she got so frantic one slim thigh almost suffocated Sin. She had Sin's arm shoulder deep while little wonderfully delicate little fingers wiggled up her womb.

Sin's hand could not deliver saliva like the Devil Queen she captured Sarah all the same. Sarah was owned by a child in continuous Satanic, well Devil Queens really that turned the child in forever orgasm for as long as she my live on earth. The Queen would not let her die and would always keep an eye on her. That mix of Satan piss and sperm was available to keep the child alive. Keep her at least hydrated.

Sarah found herself holding quivering Sin in warm embrace. She had collapsed and could not remember when. She was holding this wonderful child warm against tit cones. Every squirm the child's back enflamed her tit cones. Her titties poking in the back of a little girl that had such a darling flat chest. She only had tit dots. Her little ass was equally darling. Her tiny bikini her mommy finally let her get like the other little girl's. Mom's spent a lot of time in dressing rooms making sure the tiny bikinis fit just right.

Adjust the tiny tops to make sure her child would stay covered. Adjust the bottoms over and over to make their young hairless cunt bulges were held firm. Often sought help from the little high school teens that worked at these stores for some extra money were eager to sit with the mom's to help, showing as much interest in the proper fit of the tiny tops and little bottoms looking for the most part like panties. Mom's knew that as did the young girls. All so young they did not need bras. Well they did to hide their young firm tit budding nipple but took them off the moment they knew mommy or daddy had left. Girls were very proud of their young tits and wanted to show them off. Big girls now.

They were more than eager to assist mommies with their little girls. Often rechecking every fit mommy had already thoroughly checked. The mommies strained to hold their breath as some braless teen in the tiny tank tops and little skirts knelt to make sure their little girls had just the right "first" bikini. Many often disagreed and left little preteen girls stand naked in front of trembling mommies. Wet mommies. Mommy's with wet big dripping mommy cunts.

Chapter One

Dave Bingham looked up at the clock and fought a sigh. 4:42pm. He was sure the day would never end. If someone had asked him, he'd have sworn at least twenty minutes had passed since he'd last glanced at the clock. It had only been three.

His phone rang. “Sunstate Solutions, this is Dave, how can I help you?” he inquired with false cheeriness. He listened while the customer tried to explain how important it was that he print up a vital report and how the printer wasn't working and if it wasn't fixed someone was going to pay. After about five minutes Dave determined that the printer wasn't turned on and instructed the customer how to switch on the power button. The man did so and rather sheepishly hung up the phone.

4:48pm.

*

Dave trudged up the stairs to his apartment, both hands weighed down with plastic bags of groceries from the local FoodMart. He was trying to decide if he'd go for the Salisbury steak or the pasta Alfredo. He'd had shells in sauce the night before, so decided the Salisbury steak would win. He figured he'd lose either way. Microwave dinners left no winners.

As he was walking toward his door there was a flurry of sound and activity up ahead. Cody Martin came tearing up the exterior corridor on his skateboard. The twelve-year-old wasn't supposed to ride it in the breezeway, Dave knew. He'd heard the boy's mother tell him so often enough. Cody was that kind of kid though; not mean-spirited or obstinate, but rambunctious and carefree and not much of one for rules.

Cody and his mother, Lynn, lived three doors down from Dave. They would say hi to each other, but Dave had never allowed it to go beyond that. He barely even acknowledged the boy. Case in point, Cody came a stop at his own door, kicked up his board so that it hopped into his arms as if by magic and gave Dave an enthusiastic wave and a friendly 'hey!' Dave gave the boy a casual nod and fished his keys out of his pocket, ignoring him. Despite Dave's ambivalence, Cody always greeted him warmly. He was that kind of kid.

Unlocking his door, Dave cast a last surreptitious glance at the boy from the corner of his eye. Cody was beautiful, with his shaggy blond hair and gorgeous pubescent features that were just starting to turn more handsome than pretty. Dave imagined the boy must barely be into puberty. He was small yet, slender, but his voice had that timber of a boy who's not quite a child anymore. His legs were practically shooting out of the cuffs of his jeans, speaking of a recent growth spurt. The days he saw Cody were about the best days Dave had, but he knew that way lay trouble, and he avoided contact like the plague.

In his apartment, Dave put away his few groceries and then went to his room to get changed. He ditched the slacks and shirt, putting his tie in a little plastic turning rack in his closet. He didn't understand why they were forced to wear shirts and ties at work when they were never seen by the public, but he figured the powers that be imagined that looking professional meant their employees would act professional. Dave figured that was asking a lot of people who basically worked in a cheap call center.

Seven years before, a suit and tie had been par for the course. He'd been an up and coming attorney; a young hotshot with a fantastic career ahead of him. Then he'd gotten involved with a coworker's thirteen-year-old son. It wasn't something he'd planned. The kid was definitely the aggressor, and Dave found out later he wasn't even the first of the boy's conquests. That was the only thing that kept him out of prison.

The whole thing was quietly swept under the rug, but there were whispers and he'd been blacklisted at every law firm he'd tried to find work at since. The whispers had even followed him all the way south to Georgia. Nobody would touch him. They might not know why, but they knew he was radioactive. So now he spent his days telling morons how to do basic computer troubleshooting. Living the high life.

Dave grabbed shorts and a t-shirt from his dresser and paused in front of the mirror there. He was thirty-three now. His blond hair was beginning to thin a bit on top. He was twenty pounds overweight. Okay, thirty. He grabbed his little pouch belly and lifted it. It jiggled a bit when he released it. On a whim, he pushed his briefs down to mid-thigh. His cock dangled there, about two inches long at the moment, on the slim side. So dangled was probably a bit of wishful thinking. More accurately, it just poked out a bit. He was circumcised and the head was pink among the light brown curls of his pubic hair. He was more a grower than a shower, and he'd get to five-and-a-half inches when hard. Dave often reassured himself that it was technically above the average of five point two inches, but being six-foot one, it seemed smaller than it might have on a smaller guy. He looked down. At least he could still see it. Mostly. He let out the breath he'd been holding and it disappeared from view. Giving it an idle squeeze, he pulled his briefs back into place and pulled on the shirt and shorts.

*

The next day was Saturday. Dave was grateful. He wasn't sure he'd have been able to take another day at work. He'd hoped to sleep in, but the rumbling of a skateboard over the pebbled surface of the walkway outside told him that Cody was once again flying in the face of his mother's rules about skating in the corridor. Dave didn't mind. It was pleasant to think of the boy out there, his wheat-colored hair flying behind him, his youthful body working as he sped up and down outside his apartment.

Dave wasn't sure why he liked boys. He'd never been molested or anything like that. He was pretty sure that was just a myth anyway. The world would be full of boylovers if that were the case. In fact he'd had a very happy childhood. His parents had split when he twelve, but it had seemed amicable enough to him and his little sister. They still saw plenty of their dad, and his parents were always nice to each other, never talking bad about the other.

Dave had played around with boys when he was that age, and even later, but he also remembered liking girls. He'd been a very attractive boy, but he'd always been shy around girls. Boys were just easier to understand. As he got older, the other boys outpaced him physically. By the time he was eighteen and graduating high school, he barely looked a day over fourteen. He figured that was probably at least a factor in his attraction to young boys still at the age of thirty-three. That's what he told himself anyway.

He'd dated plenty of women. By twenty-one his body had caught up with his age and he was over six feet tall and in great shape with handsome features and fantastic hair. He was also in law school, with a promising future ahead of him. Still, his relationships with women had always been about sex and companionship, and he'd never had any real romantic feelings for any of them. Even during that time he thought about boys, but it wasn't something he dwelt on, thinking it was just a quirk of his personality.

That was until he'd met Luke. Of course, that had turned out horribly, but being with the boy, caressing his young body, drinking in the sight and smell and feel of him, that small, beautiful cock, his perfect skin... it had changed everything. He'd barely thought of, or even looked at, a woman since then. His obsession now was purely with boys on the cusp of puberty.

It was a dangerous attraction, he knew. He didn't find it at all difficult to control his urges, but the urges were there. As he lay there listening to that skateboard, his cock stiffened, just imagining what young Cody must look like naked, his beautiful young limbs, his delicate little penis. He reached down and grabbed himself.

*

Dave finished dressing in jeans and a polo shirt. He'd cum explosively in the shower, thinking about Cody. It wasn't the first time. He knew it wouldn't be the last. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he headed out the door. He needed to get out of his apartment for awhile. He wasn't sure where, he just wanted out.

Sadly, Cody was nowhere to be seen. Dave reflected that it was probably for the best. Twenty minutes earlier he'd been furiously stroking his cock while thinking about sliding his lips down the length of the boy's preteen penis. He wasn't sure how he'd have reacted if he'd seen him at that moment. Would the boy be able to see the lust in his eyes?

In the parking lot Dave climbed into his car, a twelve-year-old Toyota Celica, blue except for the passenger door which was white after someone had backed into him in a parking lot. He'd never bothered to have it painted. Frankly, he couldn't afford it.

The seatbelt was tight around the waist. Everything was tight around his waist these days. He didn't like to think about how many pant sizes he'd gone up in recent years. He used to hit the gym at least four times a week. Now it had been at least four years since he'd even set foot in one.

He knew it was the depression. It really did mess with one's head. Losing his career had been a huge blow. Coming to terms with the fact that he'd never be able to be with anyone sexually again was crushing. He was facing a lifetime of solitude and loneliness. He just had no interest in women any longer, and boys were certainly off limits. Sometimes it was all he could do to get out of bed.

Dave just drove. He had the radio on and the windows down. The days were warming nicely. It had been a long, cold winter. Soon it would be summer. He remembered the few times he'd dared go to the apartment complex's pool the previous year. He'd watched Cody, then an eleven-year-old tornado of skinny arms and legs and flashing golden hair, through dark sunglasses, sure every adult there was thinking the same dark thoughts about him.

He drove aimlessly. He had no destination in mind. He lived in one of the more eclectic suburbs of Atlanta, a mix of bohemian creativity and hipster delusion. Finally he found a spot on an interesting street and pulled over and parked. The street was an interesting mix of cafes and shops, most of which would be out of business in the next six months, replaced by an identical shop selling counter-culture dreams.

He sat and had a cup of coffee, watching people in knitted wool caps and thick glasses hunched over iPads or huddled together, sucking on vape pens. He gathered from the conversations he overheard that Trump was the devil and the end was nigh. What did any of that matter when he was facing a lifetime of sadness? He paid for his ridiculously expensive coffee and left.

There were some really nice and interesting murals painted on the buildings in this section of town. Dave found himself just wandering, enjoying the warmth of the day and the creativity of the artists. Eventually he ran out of sidewalk. He decided to go over one block, to see if there was anything to see there on his walk back to his car.

He was disappointed. The main strip he'd just left had all the interesting shops and murals. Along this street were some small law firms, accountants, an older pizza joint, and other anonymous shops. He'd just decided to pass back, figuring that looking at the same murals a second time was better than looking at nothing but the psychic and tarot reader he was passing at the moment.

He went to the corner, planning on turning back to the main strip when he paused. On the corner was a pawn shop. It didn't have the look of a normal pawn shop though. No cheap neon. No musical instruments in the window, or cheap watches. No promises of guns and electronics inside. In fact, while the place was labeled Eastern Promise Pawn, it looked more like an antique store. Some of the items in the windows were fascinating and seemed to be of high quality. Deciding to take a chance at a distraction, he entered.

Dave decided it definitely wasn't your typical pawn shop. Not that he'd been in all that many, but he'd been in a couple, and driven past hundreds more. The place had a quiet feel to it, and smelled of incense and furniture polish. It wasn't open and bright, but though it was crowded with furniture pieces, it didn't feel oppressive. Instead it felt cozy. Everywhere he looked was another fascinating item, from gilt bird cages to exotic masks and statuary in jade and onyx.

He made his way through a somewhat narrow corridor of Eastern style dressing screens and came into an open area. Here were finally the display cases he'd expected, but even here he was surprised. Instead of cheap metal and glass, lit with strips of LED lights, these cases were obviously hand-made, with dark quality wood, lovingly shaped. The items they contained all looked like treasures.

“Hello to you,” said a voice. It was deeply accented.

Dave looked up to see a woman behind one of the counters. He'd have sworn she hadn't been there a moment before and reasoned she must have stepped quietly through the dark curtain behind her which he surmised led to a private back area. The woman was older, perhaps in her late fifties or perhaps even older, yet she had a timeless feel to her. He guessed that she was Chinese, but he was no expert. She was dressed in an Oriental gown. Her hair was still black as pitch and tied up in a bun, which seemed to be held together with two jade chopsticks. Of course, he realized they probably weren't chopsticks, but he wasn't sure what to call them. He wondered if thinking they were chopsticks was racist.

“Uh, hello,” he said. “You have a beautiful shop.”

She smiled. “Thank you.” Then she waved him forward.

Dave stepped closer, eyes going to the shelves in front of her. There were small knives with decorative handles, more of the chopstick things, perhaps actual chopsticks this time, tiny figurines, necklaces, rings and fans. In fact, so many things that he was losing himself trying to take it all in, his eyes feasting on the rich and exotic nature of the items.

Finally, Dave realized he was being rude and he looked up a bit sheepishly. The woman was smiling at him indulgently. To his surprise, she reached forward and lightly patted the back of his hand, which was resting on the glass.

Dave began to yank his hand back, afraid he'd offended her by getting his fingerprints all over the glass, but she gripped his hand before he could pull it away. She had a surprisingly strong grip. Her hand turned, taking his hand in hers. She once again patted the back of his hand with her other, then she held him and searched his eyes.

“You very sad,” she finally said.

Dave wasn't sure what she'd said. Or maybe he didn't understand why she'd said it. “I...” he began.

The woman smiled sadly and shook her head. “So sad,” she said.

Then, with a final squeeze of his hands, she released him. She turned around, looking at a curio cabinet. She opened a door and selected a small wooden box. She looked back over her shoulder and caught Dave's eye. She seemed to think for a moment, then she nodded once and closed the cabinet door.

Turning, the woman placed the small box on the counter in front of Dave. “Is very special,” she said. Dave found himself leaning closer. The woman lifted the lid and pulled it open. Inside was a necklace. The chain was gold, but what drew Dave's eye was the pendant. It was a circle of jade, about the size of a quarter, and within was carved a Chinese character. Of course, Dave had no idea what it meant.

The woman lifted the chain from the box, allowing the pendant to rest against her palm, displaying it to him. Dave couldn't have said why, but he was fascinated.

The woman said, “You buy. Two hundred.”

Chapter One: Old Friends

I lay on my belly on the ancient oriental rug that nearly completely covered Bethany's bedroom floor, closely examining the art of a Batman comic book I had just finished reading. Having a natural talent for art (specifically drawing) I was always studying the art of others, learning by example, often copying their use of lines and shading techniques for practice. Comic book art was of particular interest for its stylized use of line and color.

Glancing up, I watched my girlfriend, Bethany, hunched over a glass of water, her long, curly black hair falling around her face like a thick veil. At the bottom of the glass was a needle she dropped in about a half an hour earlier, a needle she was trying to move with the power of her mind. It was an exercise she read about in one of her many books on witchcraft, one of a countless number of exercises she'd tried in the past few years in an attempt at gaining magic powers. Considering myself a man of science, I scoffed at the whole notion of magic, but kept my views to myself out of respect for our relationship, and, to be honest, to not cut off the sole source of my receiving the occasional blow job.

While we were sexually active in every other possible way, we had not had actually fucked. I did once sort of fuck her, sliding my lubed cock up and down her labia, stroking her clit in the process. It was awkward, and I was constantly fighting the urge to just "accidentally" slip my cock inside, but I restrained myself to only what she would allow. In the end, we both got off- and without the possibility of any unwanted rug rats becoming the result of the desires we had for each other that always found ourselves naked.

Bethany was openminded about sexual experimentation, a fact I did not fully realize until the tomboy I knew as my childhood friend expressed her love for me when we were fourteen. In those early days, I was battling with my sexuality, aware of an attraction for other guys I was pretty sure the guys at my school did not share. Her nearly insatiable interest in sex kept my mind on pussy (specifically hers) and my balls drained.

In the beginning, she insisted we start masturbating together. First, while we watched each other, then doing it for the other. It wasn't long after she began employing oral and I found myself following her instructions of how to eat her pussy the way she liked it. In time, I got creative and began experimenting with different moves, like a musician composing variations on a theme. It never really went beyond oral and masturbation, because neither of us wanted to be teen parents. Sometimes I'd just get my blow job and be sent home without any expectation of reciprocation. You know you've lucked into finding the right girl when she loves sucking your cock nearly as much as you love getting head.

"God damn it!" she hissed, raising and twisting her head to stretch the kink out of her neck, "This is useless. I'm never going to be able to do this."

"Not with that attitude," I teased her, the best I could do to stop myself from howling with laughter at the absurdity of the subject. Despite my firm belief that the whole premise of witchcraft was born from superstitious bullshit, I continued to be a source of encouragement to my best friend/girlfriend. And did I mention she sucks me off? No way I'm going to do or say anything to fuck that up.

"Maybe you should try it," she suggested with a wicked smile I was all too familiar with. Ever since we were kids, she was always getting us into trouble, or challenging me to do something I otherwise knew better about, and always employing that same smile. She was always the boss, always the leader, and I was always following her lead like a stray puppy, which is how I earned her nickname for me.

"Oh, no!" I protested, "You're not dragging me into your Devil worship."

"Please, Puppy," she pouted, "I'll make it worth your while."

God damn mother fucking bitch! As much as I was willing to do to feel her plump lips wrapped around my cock, she used that weakness against me with equal success. Rolling my eyes and closing the comic, I pushed myself up on my knees and crawled to her, sitting cross-legged in front of her, the glass of water between us.

"What do I do?" I sighed with defeat, accepting my place at the bottom of the sexual food chain.

"It's pretty simple, really. You just will the needle to move."

"Oh, when you put it like that..."

"The water is supposed to lend some buoyancy to the needle, making it easier to move. That's the theory, anyway."

"Theory?" I asked incredulously, the logic-based centers of my mind screaming for me to put an end to this immediately, but my dick told my brain to shut the fuck up, "Okay, let's test this "theory' of yours."

I considered the needle, lying at a slight angle against the side of the glass, then focused on the water. Buoyancy. I focused on the water thickening around the needle, then rejecting it as if it were a foreign object in the body. The needle shifted slightly, and Bethany sucked in a sound of surprise that I barely acknowledged. My mind was focused with pinpoint precision on the needle now, lifting it until it stood upright.

"Oh, my god," she breathed with barely a whisper. 

The room went silent, even the muffled sound of someone mowing his lawn from outside her bay window died away. The room grew dark as my focused narrowed and my surroundings slipped away. The needle slid upward through the water with ease, piercing the barrier of the air and came to a stop, balanced precariously on its point on the surface of the water.
"Holy FUCK!" she exclaimed excitedly, slapping me on the arm playfully. All of a sudden, I was back in her room, the sound of a lawnmower buzzing in the distance beyond the window, and the needle was lying at the bottom of the glass. "I can't believe you did it!" she was giddy to the point of hysterics. I felt woozy, the way I did when I drank one of the beers Bethany stole from her father when we were ten, complete with the mild dizziness and nausea. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
I looked at her, her emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle, her creamy porcelain complexion was almost translucent, and I could see the blue highlights in her hair, even in the dim light of her room. The black painted walls of the room seemed somehow empty, like they weren't really there, only illusions I could see into, but not through to what was on the other side. My skin seemed to vibrate, feeling a little clammy.
"I'm fine," I protested as she helped me to my feet. The world moved around me, just a little off kilter, and I sucked in a deep, steady breath to keep from puking. Then it was all righted and everything was back to normal. "That was weird."
"I imagine it was," she laughed, "You just discovered you're a witch!"
"I am not! There's no such thing as witches," I yelled at her, "And don't you mean warlock? I shouldn't have to point this out, but I am a man."
"Both men and women are called witches in the Craft," she informed me snootily, "Warlocks are oath breakers, liars and thieves. Only Hollywood calls male witches warlocks. And I have never thought of you, nor treated you as anything but a man. My man! She moved in and loosely wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing my chin. (At six foot two, I towered over her by a good six inches. I was as tall and lanky as she was beautiful and curvy. Most of the guys in our school were completely perplexed about her interest in me, including myself. "Now, take off your clothes."
I pulled off my shirt without thinking about it, always obedient to her every word. I watched as she slipped the black and gray sundress above her head, becoming completely nude with one clean motion. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra because I saw her slip out of that as soon as we entered her house. She hated wearing them and only wore one when she felt it was absolutely necessary- like at school, or church- but I was surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties either. When had she taken those off? Had she got lucky and hooked up with someone at school? I felt a twinge of jealousy, but decided it was unfair to accuse her of cheating just because she wasn't wearing underwear. I shucked out of my pants and underwear at once, my hard cock bouncing up and outward at full staff.
"Wow, you look ready." She giggled, softly stroking her favorite part of me. I was sporting a thick eight inches, and she insisted it was a big cock, pleading that I didn't get any bigger when I hit that mark at sixteen.
"He knows what's coming."
"He thinks he knows," she corrected me, producing one of her father's ties, "I'm going to blindfold you."
"I'm not getting tied to the bed and having my balls spanked or anything like that," I protested.
"Nothing like that," she laughed as she tied the tie across my eyes, "I read that the loss of one sense heightens the others. I want to experiment with that hypothesis."
"Okay," I sighed, knowing full well she was using my own language against me. She was up to something (she always was) but as long as I didn't involve being physically tortured or humiliated in any way, I was down to try something new. "I'll do it for science."
"That's a good Puppy," she cooed, leading me to the bed and settling me into place.
I lay on the bed, my cock throbbing in the air waiting for her to join me. I wondered if she was getting Bruno, the dildo she took my virginity with, out to fuck me. The thought made me smile.
The feel of the bed shifting announced her presence. The feeling of her long, black painted fingernails running up my inner thigh caused me to flinch with delight. Up the thigh, softly grazing the skin like a stone feather, she made her way to my ball sack, then up the shaft of my prick. There was a pause before she started licking my boner from the base to the tip and engulfing the swollen head in her mouth, lips sliding down the remnants of my foreskin. A gasp escaped my lips.
Ordinarily a skilled cock sucker who could get me off in short order, she employed her softer, teasing technique, the way she normally did when we sixty-nined to prevent me from cumming before she did. It was a sloppy blowjob I both hated and loved. The way she excruciatingly made the pleasure draw out for what seemed like forever was wonderful, but also frustrating. In no time my breathing grew heavy, my body twitching as I fought against the instinct to fuck her mouth and have my climax.
Occasionally, she'd pull her lips from my dick to lick and suck on my hairy balls, giving me a sense of tickling pleasure and terrified comfort as she rolled my testes around in her mouth. Then she returned to teasing my cock further.
Sometime into my wonderful, excruciating, frustrating long blowjob, her lips parted from their work and I felt the bed move again. I rationalized she was changing her position, and I soon realized how right I was as I felt her knee brush my outer thigh before I felt a tight, warm softness envelop my cock. It was a different sensation, while similar to the feeling of her mouth. But it felt so much better than the sloppy, wet blowjob I was being tormented with. As the warm softness slipped down my shaft, I heard her moan with pleasure. This was definitely not a new blowjob technique I wasn't familiar with. This was her pussy!
My first thought was to protest and throw her off me, but that tight, soft warmth began milking my cock in the most exquisite way, a pleasure foreign to me. Instead, I just lay there and let her have her way with me, silently enjoying every stroke.
"Oh, fuck, you're so big," she barely managed to say, her voice little more than a breathy sound I had not heard before. "Oh, God, you're going to make me cum."
As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I loved making her cum even more than having my own orgasm. Her orgasms weren't like mine, and there was something about watching her squirm and pant that brought me a sick sense of dominance I otherwise never felt when we were together. She was always the boss, and I was just her little puppy following her every little whim.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed as she began riding my cock hard, driving it into her deeper, harder. My own orgasm was rising, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. She screamed, deep and guttural, as I felt her body began to tremble, her hands sliding between her legs, fingernails stabbing at the base of my dick. I moved to pull her against me, her large breasts pressing against my chest, my cock nearly sliding out of her. As she gasped and gulped for air, her pussy pulsed around my dick, another new, sweet sensation.
I held her to me, my arms wrapped around her until she caught her breath. Readjusting my hips beneath her, I thrust my cock into her wet pussy. Her body rose slightly from mine, but I pulled her back into my arms, holding her tightly against me. My orgasm had subsided, edged to the precipice, then pulled back into the soft, warm valley of despair. Again, I trust upward, driving my cock deep into her warm delights, relishing my being in control of her, if only briefly.
"Yes," she moaned, "Please fuck me." With her permission, I began fucking her with slow, long strokes. My overstimulated cock quickly returning to a state of pleasure I knew I shouldn't enjoy but couldn't resist.
"You want this big dick inside you?" I asked with a sudden, hard thrust.
"Always," she moaned. Her breath caught a growl that I only heard when she sang while playing her guitar. It was an expression of heartache I was all too familiar with, and it broke my heart that it rose from her passion for me.
I rolled her onto her back, gripping her wrists and pinning them to the bed. With deep, thrusts that nearly kept the full eight inches of my rock hard manhood buried deep inside her, I fucked her like I hated her. Part of me did, for the way she kept me on a short leash and expected me to follow her like a tame animal, but my love for the many ways she made me feel like I had a purpose and made my life complete outweighed any resentment I had for her emasculating me every chance she got.
I fucked her hard, with deep thrusts, delighted with finally getting inside her, blindly feeling her labia stretch around my shaft, pushing and pulling with my thrusts, listening to the sloshing sounds her wet pussy made as I fucked her until I could stand it no longer and started cumming, shooting my load into her wet, accepting depths. It wasn't until after I collapsed into her embrace that I realized what I had done.
"Oh, FUCK!" I yelled, attempting to pull myself of and out of her.
"No, Puppy," she hushed me quietly, "It's okay."
"What if you get pregnant?" I asked, pulling the tie from my eyes to look down at her.
"It doesn't matter, Jesse," she said seriously, "I've already decided who the father of my future children will be. Besides, we're almost out of high school, both eighteen, and both in love. We'll figure it out.
I didn't want to figure it out. My mother was a single mother until she met and married my stepfather. I was young, but not so young that I didn't know how she struggled to support us. Even though I was as certain as she was that we were meant to be together, I didn't want to bring a baby into the world without a means of supporting it, and I thought she was on the same page.
"I'm not ready to be a father," I told her firmly, breaking free of her hold and rolling over next to her.
"I know," she smiled, "But getting upset about what has already happened isn't going to change anything. Besides, I talked Mom into getting birth control to for me."
"You should have led with that," I said happily, snuggling in next to her to toy with her hard nipple, "You wanna go for round two?"
She laughed and sat up, reaching for the pack of smokes she kept in her bedside table drawer. I watched her, then pulled myself up to lean against the pillow and the headboard, preparing to share a smoke with her. That's when I saw him standing there.
He stood at the foot of the bed with skin so sickeningly pale it rivaled the whitest parts of my naturally pale body, with the exception of his feet, which were as black as pitch, as if he'd just strolled through the ashes of Hell. The long bangs of his platinum blonde hair completely obscured his eyes, and a thick mass of twisting stitches formed a broad ear-to-ear smile where his mouth should be. The dingy graying tan suit he was wearing was ragged and torn, fitting loosely on the frame of what I guessed to be that of a twelve or thirteen year old boy. My recognition of the sight of this apparition frightened me, and I screamed.
Bethany turned to look at me like I had just lost my mind, then followed the direction of my eyes before looking back at me.
"Are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice.
"You don't see him?" I asked, pointing at the boy at the foot of the bed, even as I suddenly recognized him as Crow, my childhood imaginary friend.
"See who?" she asked, getting up and dragging the rumpled top sheet to cover her body to conceal it from the prying eyes of the peeping Tom she couldn't see.
"Crow," I said with a sigh. Bethany knew me back in the days when he was an ever-present companion to me, and by association, to her as well.
"Your imaginary friend?" she asked with surprise, "I thought you stopped seeing him when you were thirteen."
"I did!" I nearly yelled at her, stressed by what I was seeing now, uncertain of why I was seeing him again.
I'm not imaginary, he signed to me, his only method of communication without a mouth. How I understood his hand gestures was a mystery, as I couldn't understand American Sign Language. It's as if it was his own special language.
"If you didn't like fucking me, just say so, Jesse," Bethany screamed hysterically at me, "You don't have to pretend to be hallucinating bullshit to get out of doing it again."
"Stop being stupid!" I yelled back at her, "I loved fucking you! This has nothing to do with that."
I'm not a hallucination, Crow signed silently.
I got out of bed and moved quickly to her, taking her into my arms, holding her naked body next to mine. She resisted at first, but gave in and held me to her.
"I don't know what's happening," I whispered to her, "But it has absolutely nothing to do with you giving me the greatest orgasm of life."
I looked back at Crow. He was still there.
You need to go home, he signed.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Why what?" Bethany asked me, pulling back to look up at me.
"He says I need to go home," I answered her.
Something terrible has happened, he signed, pointing urgently to the bedroom door. Despite my better judgement, I let go of Bethany and started pulling my jeans back on, not bothering with my underwear.
"I'm going with you," Bethany told me firmly, gathering her dress from the floor and pulling it over her head. I was pulling on my shirt and heading out when I stopped to hold the door open for her. There was no point in arguing with her. There was no way of telling her no. Crow's sudden disappearance didn't escape my attention, but it didn't matter. I somehow knew I had to listen to him, even though it made absolutely no sense.
We ran as fast as we could down the street to the old ranch styled house I shared with my mother and stepfather. My stepfather was in Louisiana bidding on a contract for the construction company he owned, but Mom was at home. She was a stay at home mom and author, writing a series of young adult novels about the adventures of a teenaged witch and her werewolf boyfriend that I had never bothered to read. I didn't need to. She was forever talking about the direction of the story while she cooked breakfast in the morning. Seth and I just looked at each other and smiled in amusement.
We entered through the garage door, as usual. The front door led directly into what would have been the living room in any other house, but was converted into an office for Mom to write in, barring Seth and I from ever entering without permission. There was a den off the garage that we used for watching TV and erecting the Christmas tree.
Mom's tea kettle was on the stove screaming for attention when I entered. Bethany turned off the burner and poured the boiling water into the tea-stained coffee mug that proclaimed my mother as the greatest mother in the world.
"Mom?" I called out.
No answer.
"I have your tea!"
Still no answer.
I headed deeper into the house, passing through the kitchen and dining room into the hallway that connected the other rooms in the house together. It was in the dining room that I smelled a strange coppery scent I was unfamiliar with. Rounding the door to Mom's office, I found the source of the weird scent.
The room was completely torn apart, everything, including Mom's heavy antique desk was turned over, loose paper had been scattered about, and one shadeless lamp rested against the side of the toppled filing cabinet, casting a glaring light on the blood soaked carpet and the Jackson Pollock knock off of blood spray and cast off.
Body parts littered the room, and I just stood there, not quite certain about what I was looking at until I saw the grotesque expression marring my mothers face staring up at me from her decapitated head. I only barely heard Bethany scream before everything began to spin and my vision faded into darkness.

Prologue

Gustav Mueller stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back looking out the floor to ceiling observation window in his office. He had been working on this project his entire fifty eight year professional career and that didn't count the twenty two years it took to bring the asteroid to Lagrange Point 5, the stable gravitational point following the Earth in its orbit around the sun.

He had been an eager young engineer just out of university back then as they mined the thirty eight kilometer diameter asteroid for the materials needed to build a huge generation ship to send humanity to the stars. Despite all their efforts, however, a mere two years after launch, that ship was lost with all hands, a victim of more hazards in the space just beyond the heliosphere than anticipated or the ship could handle.

Naturally, all work came to an immediate halt, with only the barest beginning of a frame of the second ship visible. Countless hours of meetings, discussions, repercussions and finger pointing ensued, with nothing getting done.

Using all of his off hours, Gustav worked on an alternative proposition, one that was totally outside the box of conventional thinking and, at the same time, the solution right in front of all their eyes. It took him a few months but when he made his proposal, he had seemingly every question answered and every detail worked out.

Gustav simply suggested using the asteroid itself as the next vehicle.

With a kilometers thick nickle iron shell, it would withstand almost any conceivable collision hazard, although some defensive measures could easily be built on the outer surface just in case anyway. There was still plenty of unmined materials for the elements the crew couldn't reclaim and sufficient interior room for a large enough traveling party to establish a viable colony.

The single massive engine planted on one side of the asteroid that brought it to the Lagrange Point couldn't be reused but the data from its flight provided Gustav all the information needed to propose five much more massive engines that could propel the ship away from Earth.

After more months of countless meetings, discussions, computer simulations, endless arguments and one or two fist fights, his proposal was not only accepted but Gustav was made the Project Manager at the age of thirty one.

Then the real work began.

An army of engineers tended to the task of hollowing out the inner core to a thirty kilometer diameter sphere and then converting the ninety four kilometer circumference inside surface to slightly more than 2,800 square kilometers of livable area to house the crew leaving behind everything and the generations of their descendants who would ride to their final destination two hundred light years distant. A fusion powered artificial sun was suspended at the exact center of the huge cavern by five massive columns, provided light and heat as it shone and dimmed in the same twenty four hour day and night cycle the colonists left behind.

To create gravity in the core and elsewhere on the asteroid, it spun counterclockwise to the direction of travel on its equator, giving the inner surface of the core the equivalent of 0.8 Earth gravity. On the other levels, the artificial gravity gradually increased slightly until the surface was about 1.1g of Earth.

An inner one half kilometer thick shell was the last defense for the core. Massive tunnels, each protected by three ten meter thick blast doors led from the core to the next level, which was another half kilometer wide, with recycling facilities, factories, workshops, offices, hydroponic farms and the all important four redundant flight control centers and four equally redundant server areas for the artificial intelligence, CLARE, that contained a copy of every item of data, updated in real time, on the planet and could process trillions of data transactions per second.

CLARE would manage every aspect of the ship's operations once underway.

Despite any number of requests for clarifications and countless guesses what the acronym stood for, Gustav never revealed his secret. He named the AI for his long lost first love, the girl in his first year at university who took his virginity as she gave hers to him.

That area was not completely open like the core. Rather every ten kilometers, there was a two hundred meter thick wall, again with two massive blast doors, that were left in place when area was hollowed out. Like the inner core, maglev trains looped on both surfaces at regular intervals to move people, supplies and equipment where needed and back to their homes.

Another kilometer thick shell of the original nickle iron and granite composition protected the work area. It too was penetrated where need by massive tunnels and thick blast doors that led to the engine and tanks level, another half kilometer wide area that contained a series of huge storage spaces. Some were deliberately open to the cold of space to maintain the millions of frozen eggs and sperm of animals and seeds of plants that might thrive in their new environment.

In addition, massive tanks stored the fuel and other resources the ship processed from hundred kilometer scoops extending perpendicular to their direction of travel. An elaborate magnetic field both directed the bits of material, some as small as a single atom, between the stars to automatic processing facilities manned for the most part by self replicating robots. In the event an object was too large to deflect, lasers and rail guns would blow then to suitably sized pieces.