Ch. 1/Prologue ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

I turned away after only a glance and went back inside. I hated the war, the darn, stupid, useless war! Dying people and collapsing buildings everywhere, destroyed without any right by my kind. A kind so ignorant to think they could revive this planet once its inhabitants were dead, a kind that murdered for nothing but greed and blindness.

"Iarlath!" I heard my father's voice.

"Yes?"

"Will you go up to the chamber and stay with the boy? Your grandmother and I have made to bathe him - gently, he seems seriously hurt -, and now, Myol will be in in some minutes and I think he would like you to assist. Also the boy will most likely prefer a male being with him than a lady. That poor one, he's a good lad."

"Do you know anything about his people?"

"I'm on my way to check on what he told me. He sounds truthful, but according to him his mother and siblings were killed. I will see about that. Myol will have a look at the gen-ups."

Slowly I made my way. The 'Law of Civilisation', which were Laws made about the behaviour of my kind towards the opponent in this was, says I should have well let him die or killed him myself. But I am not like that. I did not even recognise him as Beakanidian at first sight, I only saw that he was hurt, helped him up and took him with me for aid. No matter if Beakanidian or 'human', because to me the Beakanids are human, too.  They definitely have a better sense of humanity.

My grandmother talked in a low voice when I came in. I couldn't say about what, since it was in a strange language. "Ah, Iarlath," she said when I entered.

I sat down next to her in front of the bed they had put him in. I couldn't say whether he was awake or not - because Beakanids aren't able to close their eyes -, but he looked peaceful.  Beautiful.

"Adorable, eh?" she whispered so low only I could hear. "Our Darnna is one fine lad."

At the sound of his name he moved slightly. "Sir," he said absolutely without accent. "I wish to express my gratitude."

I shook my head. "Leave that for later. And no 'Sir', please."  The 'Law' says that a Beakanid has to address a 'human' of either gender with "Sir" in every sentence. Or rather a word that best translates as "Sir" in the common languages of the former earth. "Are you in pain?"

"It's that poison," he said. "But much worse are the memories."

I nodded quietly. What could I have said? I knew the Beakanidian people was innocent and that my people were the bad ones, but yet I had only seen one side of the coin. He was brave I thought. He did speak with the strongest voice possible and he had ever since I had found him two or so hours ago. He had even reminded me of my breaking the rules by talking to him at all. But I didn't care. Ever since the war had been started by our side my family had told me how wrong it was, regardless of what the official opinion was. And by myself I knew that we had no right to invade the planet. Mankind had already destroyed the earth with their greed for vengeance and goods in the Nuclear War. Millions and millions died, a few thousands of the 'better' ones escaped on ships into space. After 20 years of cruising aimlessly or effortlessly the word 'Beakanid' was defined for the first time, then as an unknown species of being that was dependant of oxygen. That was when the war actually started, if you see it that way that the remains of mankind longed for a second earth. Soon plans for finding their place and sphere of living and the extinction of that species were made. My parents say they remember that Beakanids were often considered or imagined as some kind of animal then and that some people spoke of keeping a domesticated Beakanid just like they would have kept a dog or cat on earth. However, they were disappointed when - after another 7 years and three dimensions of searching - the Beakanids turned out to be a dissection of mankind. They look the same and have similar ways of living, but they have a different organism and are unable to perform some movements by lack of nerves. They cannot close their eyes or move their toes, while their thumbs are numb. The different human organs, all of them, are substituted by one large one which is constantly in motion. Unlike the clones, created by ourselves, this species was not accepted as equal by the leading humans. I remember the clarification the day the war began "We have been searching for years after our planet was destroyed by forces, THIS is our territory and we will fight for it". The next day my grandfather was arrested for treason, because he went to the Government of the Section and called them fascists (which they are).

My grandmother rearranged the covers. "The doctor will be here soon," she murmured.

"Why does it have to be Myol?" I asked.

"Because Isai doesn't know how to treat Beakanidian organisms. Myol has done that a few times. It's important to get that poison out of him. Look at his eyes, that's not a good colour, Iarlath."

The Irises were brown. Usually, as with humans, they are black.

"I can't feel my hands," Darnna remarked quietly. I thought I saw a faint smile appear on his lips. "Your name is Iarlath? That was the Patron Saint of Tuam."

"Was it?" I had no idea what my name meant or was about, all I knew was that it was of Irish descent, because people have to give their children names referring to their earthly origin and my ancestors were Irish. Probably that explained my redhead. Irishmen were redheaded they say.

"The very first of your kind I met was a man called Fiachra, a good- hearted soul he was, which was the name of 8 Irish Saints."

"You are a wise boy, Darnna" my grandmother said. Why everyone called him a boy was beyond my knowledge, he was at least my age, after all.

He began a recital of some old Irish verse. I didn't understand a word, but I knew it was Irish.

"Ah, a Malckq!" someone interrupted us. Myol was standing in the doorframe, his bag with him.

"A Malckq?" I asked slightly dumb folded.

Myol nodded. "Beakanidian anthropology divides in scientic classes: there are some especially good in science, others in calculation, others in logic, here we seem to have a polyglot." He immediately started to question Darnna in at least 6 different languages.

Darnna responded fluently in each of them. "Indeed a Malckq, that's what we're called in your language, all my ancestors have been so."

I was quiet while Myol examined him and only did as I was told. The two of them seemed to decide that Polish were their favourite language, since that is what they told me they had finally communicated in.

"Look closely how to set this injection, Iarlath," Myol eventually said. "For the next three hours we'll have to repeat them in a 30 minute rhythm. He was lucky, given an hour more in that air and he wouldn't be alive now, but now he'll get through.  Will be sick for a couple of days, but then he should be okay." He turned to Darnna. "You're safe here, once you're up and about again you'll stay, hm? You've gotten bad cards till now, but life's not all bad. and we aren't either. Try to sleep for an hour or two, when you had all the injections, you can try a bit of food."

Darnna murmured something. Myol helped him to adjust his position and left.

"You are generous people, you know that, Iarlath? Everyone's been kind to me."

"You've been kind to everyone, too, Darnna." His name was of that own intern language they have on the planet and I was still troubled with the pronunciation since the 'rnn' was somewhat like 'rh' with a very slight 'n' somewhere in between. "Give as you receive."

Once again there was this faint smile. "Would you, would you mind if perhaps I would really lie-down for a while, I know that's what I'm already doing, but you know what I mean? It's all been a bit much and I am knackered."

"It's okay, you need the rest. Just one thing, is there any way I notice whether you're awake or asleep?"

He was puzzled for a moment. Then he got it. "Oh, I don't know, you know, I've never been. perhaps you should just talk to me."

"Oh, okay." Somehow his being timid made me nervous. It felt weird, because to my mind, it was me who should be uneasy. Who of us was having a seraph under his guard, after all?  That was all he seemed like as he lay there, that was the way I imagined angels. I had never seen them pictured anywhere, since when Mankind was heading for a future of steel and metal nobody took any picture archives with them. But what they told was kept alive to reach even my generation. According to what I had learned angels were winged creatures of divine beauty real only in the imagination. 'Real' these days meant the same as 'existent'. Some political bastard had made to manipulate the language long ago to turn even common words into propaganda. Propaganda said the Beakanids were nonexistent to Mankind.

I watched him quietly for some time. The large dark brown eyes were peaceful and their intensity was gentle. His nose was small but even, his skin almost creamy in colour and his mouth rounded the picture. He had soft but strong features and his hair, somewhere between auburn and brown, fell in his face as he lay. Sinead would adore these curls. I could well imagine that we would both be unstoppable from admiring him once he was better.

Towards evening, when all the injections were given and Darnna had had a couple of hours of sleep, my grandmother returned. She brought a tray with her, there was a plate and a small bowl. The bowl contained some kind of blancmange. "It's for Darnna," she said after I took the plate, which was obviously mine. "Can you eat with these hands, dear? Or do we need to try feeding you?"

He didn't seem to be keen on this thought. "Let me try, the numbness is still there, but I can move and control them, please. What kind of food is this?" The Beakanids are vegetarians living from what grows on their farms.

"It's called blancmange, dear. Chocolate flavour."

The moment he heard 'chocolate' something happened to his eyes. It was as if they would brighten without brightening. We took that as a good sign.

He managed eating by himself quite fine. You could see it caused him problems and that he was still in pain, but he ate neatly and in small portions, never filling the spoon completely.  While he ate my grandmother told me that the info he'd given us matched with the gen-ups.  That meant he was really who he said he was. Unfortunately, he had been also right about his family. My father had learned that his father had died long ago

from 'human' hands and that the rest of his family had died in the house set on fire by soldiers.  Darnna had been lucky being not there. We also learnt that he came from a long line of Malckqs, a kind known to be caring and intelligent. They said they were the most peaceful of all Beakanidian kinds and had a natural detest for violence of any kind. I smiled at that thought.  My angel was a faithful believer in peace. But while I thought the MY I kind of recoiled from myself, how could I say he was 'mine'? Could I have fallen within just a few hours into someone I hardly knew?  Actually it wouldn't be that bad, in the circles we moved my sexuality was accepted just as much as anyone elses, but what about Darnna? I didn't know anything about Beakanidian ways and uses concerning coupling and love. And I didn't know a thing about his personal preference. Poor baby that he was he had probably much more important and significant things on his mind.

Later that evening - he had asked me to go on with my usual business for a while, because he needed to think - I found him crying. It was a heart wrenching scene to see him, his beautiful face tear strained, wiping the wetness away with the sleeve of his arm and his eyes reflecting such misery. This lad had seen the horrible side of war, he had experienced everything I had only heard about.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked softly. If it had been me I had scooped him up in my arms and rocked him like a newborn.

He shook his head.

"If I can, just let me know, okay?"

He nodded slightly.

Instinctively I brushed my hand over his cheek and wiped a few tears away with my thumb.

~~~~~~~~~~

The abruptness with that he addressed me kind of surprised me. Though I had remained awake with the severe intention to be there at his very word I was positively shocked to hear his voice. "Yes?" I answered.

"Can I ask you something? I mean a meaningful thing, it would mean a lot to me, please."

I got up and sat down at the edge of his bed, taking one of his hands in mine. "Anything," I said. Even if I didn't mean it, judging from the way he'd asked permission I expected him to ask something I couldn't answer for a lack of knowledge.

His eyes pierced me. The gentleness in them was contagious, I'd probably run around gazing at people in exactly that way for the next couple of days. "Why did you save my life? You know it is a crime and you can be punished for that."

"I did it for the part that is truly human in me. The laws and the war, the genocide are NOT human. There is no humanity, right or goodwill in what people do. The justification of being unwelcome by your populace is a lie, everybody knows we were welcome as much as everybody knows we had no right to intrude and lastly invade. We have no right to say because the earth was destroyed it is our duty to cause the extinction of anyone who lives under similar conditions to the earthly ones. My grandfather was arrested and later killed for standing up against the war, WE, my family, are actually defectors without defection, in a way. To me it is a natural thing that I have to save a life if I can."

"This doctor - what's his name?-, mentioned your dogma. Does it-"

I shook my head. "Taking you with me has to do with my very own conviction and my very own opinion of good and bad. This 'dogma' as you called it, would you be surprised if I told you I don't believe a word of it?" In this kind of society everybody has a part assigned to them, or rather, every family has. My family is in quite a high position of responsibility for the spiritual upbringing of people. Nobody is urged to believe something here and if they decide to do they are free to choose a religion, whatever they understand under the word, now if any of these people have the need for care or confession it is my duty to listen to them. That is what I was trained for for the past ten years. Despite all the knowledge I had about both, former earthly and recently invented, religions I wasn't a believer. I didn't have credos or views like that.

"No? You know, we were always told that your people would operate only dogmatically, that it all depended, everything you did, on religion."

I tried to give him a smile. "The religion they mean is blindness, emotionally, you see. The God they speak of is greed."

"You're wise, Iarlath. Among us there never was religion, they said we weren't in need of it because we were peaceful people."

"Peaceful people don't need to invent an almighty God to take the responsibility for their cruelty. Why we are supposed to be dogmatic is because this is the picture the Government draws to excuse our behaviour. But we have no right, absolutely none."

He smiled weakly. "Stop underlining that, PLEASE. I know very well that your people are not better than us. In no way, because it was THEM who invented the creator that always turns away from what he has begun."

I didn't see the meaning then.

"You're not pondering my words, Iarlath?"

"No."

"What are you considering then, you seem so thought-lost?" 'Thought- lost', as I should learn later, was a rough translation of a Beakanidian word describing deep contemplation.

"You're attentive, Darnna."

Those beautiful dark brown eyes glanced at me expectantly.

I began to rub his hand with my thumb. "You know, I'm wondering about your future. You are safe here and everyone in my family will defend that safety.  Nothing's going to harm you, but I worry about you fitting in."

"True," he said. "Your Government describes us like savages, but we are not eating on the floor, we do sleep at night and we spend our lives learning, Iarlath, you know it's not like that."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"No?"

"What I meant is, that over time you'll feel lonely, singled out, or something, and I am wondering what we can do then. You know, we want you to feel among friends here."

"You have no clue," he whispered and I could see that he was close to crying again. "You don't know what it's like to KNOW that you can never go home, that you can never again go back to your roots, not only your family. My friends, they died away slowly over the years, my dear, beloved father was killed by a shot, and now. I'm grateful to be here, but you have no clue."

I so much wanted to take him in my arms and never let go again to keep him safe. But I did not, I just kept holding his hand while he cried once more.

~~~~~~~~~~

When Myol checked his state in the morning the detoxication had been almost successful.  Yet, aside from that, he seemed worried, for Darnna had a slight fever, which for the Beakanidian organism is worse than for the human one. But Darnna was brave, he even seemed amused when my mother and grandmother began to try getting the temperature down with old 'earthly methods'. Though I must admit, I didn't see the use of wet towels around the calves either.

"You've such a good family," Darnna said after both of them had left us to ourselves again.  Since this chamber belonged to my rooms it belonged to my responsibilities to stay with him (not that I did mind).

I smiled. "You should stop praising them. Wait till you're up and about again and you'll see how GOOD" I stretched that word "they really are." I had a wonderful family, if I say so myself.

"Perhaps," he sighed. "You know while you slept I was contemplating something: you said you worried about my future here. I do too, I fear I am not of much use to you alive. I mean, what can I do to serve this nation? I know like 48 different languages, but that's about it."

"48?"

He nodded. Absolutely without the proud I thought someone of that genius should have.

"Very few, for a Malckq. I know someone, pardon I knew someone, who was fluent in 507.  My father spoke 128."

My eyes widened. "WOW!"

"Maybe, but what use does it have at a place with one universal one, and it's not even Esperanto. You know at home people. only used one language, too, yes, but we were cultural people, very studied in the culture of the earth."

"Why exactly the earth?" I didn't know they had anything to do with us before the war.

He looked at me for a long time without saying a word. So I guess he assumed I knew.

We were mute for a while.

"What's that sound?" he asked. "You make sounds even though you're silent."

"Do I?" The only thing I heard was my breathing. Then it got to me. "Oh, um, that's.here." I held my wrist up to his ear, so he could hear my pulse.

"That's loud!" He recoiled.

From experience sleeping with my head on my arm I knew he was right, especially for someone who had never heard it before. His organism just moved and perhaps grumbled (this only when he was sick).

"And it doesn't come from your arm," he said.

"No, but it's about the same thing, what your heard was my breath and as long as there is heartbeat there is pulse."

He looked at me quizzically. "Can I hear that other thing? Please!"

A secluded coastal cave lit with bioluminescent crystals, warm from the geothermal steam rising from beneath.

Roth reclined against the smooth stone floor, breath hitching in his throat. The scent of the sea clung to his skin, salt and earth mixing with the faint musk rising from the bodies around him. Three figures towered over him--monsters by definition, gods by presence.

To his left was Vaakar, the leanest of the trio, covered in obsidian scales with glowing teal eyes and long talons that flexed with every breath. His feet were clawed but padded, the leathery soles massive and dark, twitching slightly as he watched Roth.

To his right lounged Gral, a beast of muscle and fur, with hooves the size of dinner plates--and yet, his humanoid toes poked out strangely from the sides of his beastly form, absurdly large and somehow... inviting. A rumbling chuckle escaped him as Roth eyed him.

And in the center, seated like a throne was Orryx, the Alpha. His skin shimmered like molten stone, feet planted firm before Roth--broad, strong, toes adorned with rings of bone and gold. When he spoke, it wasn't just heard--it resonated.

"You wanted our feet, little man," Orryx said, voice like grinding thunder. "Then come. Worship. But know this--once you start, you will not leave this cave untouched."

Roth's mouth was dry. His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were locked on those massive soles. The creases, the grit, the sheer weight of them--they were more than he had ever dared to imagine. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, lips brushing the arch of Orryx's foot.

The King let out a low growl of satisfaction, and then, Gral and Vaakar moved in--Vaakar's clawed toes teasing along Roth's ribs, dragging slow, lazy strokes that made him flinch and squirm.

"Ticklish, are you?" Vaakar purred. "Good. That's how we like them."

Gral's warm, furred paw pinned Roth's arms above his head with ease, leaving him open, vulnerable. Orryx raised his foot, hovering it just above Roth's face, the heat from his sole radiating down like a smothering, dominant presence.

"Lick," he commanded.

And Roth obeyed.

His tongue traced the thick lines of Orryx's sole, tasting the salt, the earthy musk, the raw maleness. Meanwhile, Vaakar's claws danced cruelly across his belly and inner thighs, slow, rhythmic, drawing gasps and helpless laughter from Roth's lips even as he moaned around each worshipful lick.

The monsters took turns. Tickling. Teasing. Smothering. Dominating.

Yet each did so with a kind of reverent patience, as if Roth's pleasure was a ritual--something sacred, not just indulgent.

By the end of it, Roth lay sprawled on the stone floor, body slick with sweat, lips tingling, lungs gasping. Three pairs of massive feet surrounded him, resting on his chest, his face, his thighs.

He wasn't just indulging anymore.

He belonged.

Roth gets his revenge, one massive foot at a time...

Roth's fingers twitched with anticipation.

They'd smothered him, teased him, owned him--but now the tables were turning. Vaakar, Gral, and Orryx sat in a loose triangle around him, lounging like kings at rest. But even kings had weak spots--and Roth knew exactly where to start.

He turned first to Vaakar, the sleek, scaled beauty whose long, taloned toes had driven him wild just moments ago. The monster lay back lazily, one leg stretched out, foot flexed. Roth crawled over, heart pounding as he stared at that massive, dark sole--every scaled ridge slightly parted, vulnerable.

He grinned wickedly.

"You're all so smug when you're in control," he whispered. "Let's see what happens when I return the favor."

Vaakar's eye flicked open, and he sneered.

"You wouldn't--"

But Roth's fingers were already tracing the ball of his foot, light and fast. Vaakar jolted violently, a sharp hiss breaking from his throat.

"You--hah!--bastard!"

Roth giggled, emboldened, now using both hands to skitter across the sole, dancing over the arches, the heel, teasing between the long, clawed toes. Vaakar writhed, unable to hide it, tail whipping against the stone floor as he squirmed and gasped.

"T-That's cheating!" he barked, claws clenching.

"This is payback," Roth said sweetly. "And I'm not done."

He gave one last, cruel scribble under Vaakar's middle toe and turned toward the next target--Gral.

The beast was watching him, massive arms crossed, clearly trying to look stoic. But Roth saw the twitch in his hooved leg, the way his wide, humanoid toes flexed when he approached. Roth knelt beside the thick, beastly foot and licked his lips.

"Bet you're the ticklish type. Big boys always are."

Before Gral could protest, Roth reached down and began dragging his nails across the thick, soft skin just under the toes. Gral's body flinched. His composure cracked.

"Hnnngh--f-fuck," he growled, baritone voice stuttering. "You little--HAH--! Stop!"

But Roth didn't. He teased between each toe--slow at first, then faster, watching Gral bite down on his own fist, trying to stifle the laughter.

"What was that?" Roth teased. "Didn't hear you begging."

Gral finally let out a deep, ragged laugh, shoulders trembling from the forced submission. His deep belly laughs echoed through the cave, mixing with Roth's soft, teasing hums.

And finally--Orryx.

The King.

He hadn't moved. Just sat watching, head tilted, glowing eyes narrowed. His massive feet were planted firm on the floor, commanding and still.

"Touch me without permission," he warned, "and I'll pin you under both soles until you forget your name."

Roth's heart thudded... but he smirked anyway.

"You already said I could indulge."

He approached slowly, like a predator teasing a god. Orryx's foot was still warm from earlier, broad and heavy with power. Roth sat down and cradled the massive heel in his lap.

"Even kings have soft spots."

And then--he went in.

Fingertips flew across Orryx's sole, relentless and fast. The King's expression didn't change at first--but his toes twitched, curling slightly. His thigh muscles tensed. Then he let out a deep, involuntary grunt as Roth found the sweet spot beneath the ball of his foot.

"Hmph--hnngh--you dare."

"I do," Roth whispered, breathless with lust and laughter. "And you love it."

Orryx grabbed him by the wrist--but not to stop him. Just to hold him there as Roth kept tickling, his own laughter rising in pace with the monsters' gasps and growls.

Power shifted. Control slipped. And Roth?

He was in heaven.

The monsters take back control--but not before rewarding their bold little mortal...

Roth was panting now, hair clinging to his brow, fingers aching from the relentless teasing. But he didn't care. The sight of these monstrous, powerful males squirming under his touch had lit something feral inside him.

Vaakar was still growling in protest, half-curled in a heap. Gral lay on his back, chest heaving with aftershocks of laughter. And Orryx... he was staring directly at Roth with a slow, rising hunger behind his glowing eyes.

The King stood.

His footfalls echoed like thunder in the stone chamber as he approached. Roth tried to back up--but Orryx planted one enormous foot right against his chest and pressed him back down, pinning him to the floor with humiliating ease.

"You forgot yourself," Orryx rumbled. "Tickling a king. Touching what belongs to me."

Roth's lips parted in a breathless gasp as the full weight of that massive, molten foot bore down on his sternum--not painful, but  undeniably dominant. He didn't dare move.


"Should I punish you?" Orryx asked, grinding his sole in just enough for Roth to feel it. "Or should I let the others enjoy you first?"

Roth could only whimper.

Vaakar slithered forward behind him. Long, scaled fingers reached under his arms and began tickling again--fast, sharp, maddening. Roth jerked and twisted, laughter bubbling from his lips like a broken dam.

"No more! Haha--! Please--!"

Gral came next, dragging his rough, furred toes along Roth's exposed thighs. He licked his lips slowly.

"He teased us. Worshipped us. Now he gets to be played with... until we're satisfied."

Orryx finally stepped off his chest--and placed his massive foot over Roth's face. The scent, the warmth, the weight--it sent Roth spiraling. His tongue darted out instinctively, licking along the rough sole. His cock ached, rock-hard beneath him, trapped by his own body.

"Keep licking," Orryx growled. "And don't stop. Not until you're allowed."

Vaakar tickled his sides, his ribs, his neck with surgical precision. Gral wrapped his toes around Roth's ankle and dragged his thick sole across the man's feet, teasing even them. Roth's world was a blur of gasps, laughter, musk, and bliss.

All he could feel were feet--massive, powerful, unrelenting. On his face. Against his skin. Teasing, smothering, controlling him.

His tongue worked hungrily along Orryx's arch, drool slicking the skin. And when his lips found the King's toes--long, powerful, and slightly curled--he sucked them into his mouth like a man starved. Orryx let out a satisfied grunt.

"Good boy."

And just like that--Roth came.

He jerked and moaned helplessly, orgasm crashing through him as the three monsters kept tormenting him, merciless and slow. They didn't stop. Not even as his body trembled and twitched with overstimulation. They kept him right there--on the edge, licking and laughing, utterly ruined beneath their feet.

He was no longer just indulging.

He was theirs.

The laughter fades. The ownership lingers.

The cave was quiet now, save for the soft drip of condensation and the occasional low, contented grunt from one of the monsters. Steam curled lazily in the air. Roth lay sprawled on his back, chest rising and falling in slow, exhausted breaths, his body still tingling from all the attention, the laughter, the stimulation.

He was slick with sweat. His cheeks were flushed, lips raw from sucking, licking, moaning. But his smile--faint and blissed out--never left his face.

One of Vaakar's feet still rested lightly across his stomach, the weight a silent reminder of earlier. The scaled creature lay beside him, arms behind his head, watching Roth through hooded, glowing eyes.

"You held out longer than I expected, little human," Vaakar muttered, amused. "Most would've begged for mercy halfway through."

Roth let out a breathy chuckle, his voice hoarse.

"I almost did. But your feet were worth every second."

Gral snorted from where he lounged nearby, arms behind his head, foot propped up on a stone ledge like a trophy. One massive toe idly scratched at his ankle as he looked over.

"I like him," Gral grunted. "He's got spirit. And a filthy mouth."

"And a worshipful tongue," Orryx added, stepping into view again.

The King knelt beside Roth now, placing one broad hand against his chest. Warmth pulsed from his skin like living magma--comforting, grounding.

"You took liberties," Orryx said, but his tone wasn't angry. If anything, it sounded... entertained. "Few dare to touch me without being ordered. But you did. Boldly."

Roth tilted his head up slightly, dreadlocks sticking to his sweaty shoulders.

"You said I could indulge," he murmured. "I just took that to heart."

Orryx smiled--a small, dangerous smile--and shifted, planting his massive bare foot beside Roth's head.

"And you did. Thoroughly."

Then he sat, pulling Roth gently into his lap, as if claiming a prize rather than a plaything. Roth leaned against him instinctively, finding comfort in the sheer heat and strength of the King's body. Vaakar draped his long tail lazily across Roth's ankles. Gral pressed his furry foot to Roth's thigh.

They didn't speak for a while. The silence was thick, but not awkward. It was intimate, like animals resting after a hunt. Roth nestled against Orryx's chest, eyelids drooping, still trembling faintly from the overstimulation.

His hand slid down on its own, finding Orryx's massive foot again. He traced his fingers lightly along the arch, not to tickle this time, but just to feel.

"Can I... do this again?" he asked softly.

Orryx grunted.

"You're not leaving this cave until you've worshipped us properly--and thoroughly. Again. And again. Until every inch of our feet knows your mouth."

Vaakar chuckled.

"That'll take a while."

Gral grinned.

"Then we better rest up."

Roth smiled, letting himself fall into the heat and the weight of them.

He came to this place looking for peace. Instead, he found purpose--beneath their feet, at their mercy... exactly where he belonged.

When worship turns to indulgence...

Time blurred in the heat of the cave. Roth lay half-reclined between Orryx's massive thighs, his head resting against the King's firm stomach. The air was thick with steam and the lingering scent of sweat, musk, and satisfaction. But beneath the calm, something darker simmered--something heavier.

Orryx's foot hadn't left Roth's lap.

It rested there like a claim, toes curling idly against his thigh, dragging slow, dominant pressure across his sensitive skin. Roth shifted, his cock twitching again, still aching from earlier but already hardening with new urgency.

"You feel that?" Orryx murmured, his deep voice vibrating through Roth's spine. "Your body still wants more."

Roth swallowed, nodding, cheeks flushed.

"Yes, sir."

Gral chuckled from nearby.

"He's still got energy, huh? Good."

Vaakar slithered closer, crouching beside Roth's legs. His long, scaled hand reached out--then slid up Roth's thigh to his cock, giving it a teasing squeeze.
 
"Twitchy," he whispered, pleased. "He's begging for it."

Roth whimpered as Vaakar's hand withdrew, replaced by something heavier--Gral's foot, wide and warm, planted gently against his cock.

He gasped. It was soft, furred, but firm. Gral flexed his toes once, testing his reaction. Roth bit his lip hard.

"Don't hold back now," Gral said, grinning "You made us squirm. Now we make you leak."

Orryx's other foot slid into place--his rough, hot sole now joining Gral's on either side of Roth's throbbing shaft. Vaakar leaned in close, licking along Roth's neck with a slow, forked tongue as the footjob began.

At first, it was slow--just pressure, friction, the monstrous rhythm of two impossibly large, masculine feet sliding up and down his cock. The contrast was overwhelming: Gral's soft fur tickled slightly as it rubbed along the underside of his shaft, while Orryx's skin was hot, hard, textured like warm stone. Their massive toes curled around him, teasing his tip, grinding along his length with torturous precision.

"F-Fuck--" Roth gasped, hips jerking. "Y-you're gonna--nngh!"

"We know," Orryx said coolly. "You're not allowed to finish until we
say so."

Roth moaned, head tipping back. Vaakar pressed his foot down on Roth's chest now, pinning him once more. He was completely immobilized--helpless beneath their feet. And yet, every nerve in his body screamed for more.

The pressure increased. The pace quickened.

Gral's foot shifted slightly, his wide, warm toes pinching the head of Roth's cock lightly, rolling it between them like a toy. Orryx responded in kind--pressing harder, grinding with dominance, working Roth's shaft from base to tip.

"You love this, don't you?" Orryx growled. "Used. Milked. Worshipped
by our feet like the filthy thing you are."

"Say it," Vaakar hissed in his ear, breath hot. "Say you belong to our soles."

"I-I do!" Roth cried out, shaking. "I belong at your feet--please, I need to--!"

A sudden pause.

Everything stopped. Pressure gone.

Roth whimpered--desperate, trembling, nearly there.

"Beg," Orryx commanded.

"Please," Roth moaned, eyes glassy "Please let me cum... under yourfeet. I need it. I need it."

The King's smile returned--dark, satisfied.

"Good boy."

And then--release.

Their feet worked him in perfect rhythm, grinding and teasing and stroking with punishing pleasure. Roth cried out, hips jerking violently as thick ropes of cum spilled between their monstrous soles, splattering across his belly and thighs. His body shook with the force of it, completely overwhelmed.

But they didn't stop.

Not yet.

Their feet kept moving--slow now, teasing, overstimulating. Drawing out every last drop. Gral chuckled low, feeling Roth twitch beneath them.

"Messy little thing."

"Ours," Orryx growled.

Roth collapsed into Orryx's lap again, gasping, twitching, utterly spent.

And utterly owned.

After release comes submission.

Roth lay there, trembling, gasping, completely drained. His cock was soft now, slick with his own cum, and his skin glistened beneath the heavy, sweat-scented press of monstrous feet.

Gral finally lifted his sole--strings of white clinging to his furred arch--and gave Roth a lazy, satisfied look.

"You made a mess," he rumbled. "Hope you plan on cleaning that up."

Vaakar let out a low, amused hiss, his claws lazily stroking Roth's damp chest.

"We didn't say you could rest yet."

Orryx, still seated like a mountain of molten muscle, looked down on Roth with calm authority. One hand rested on Roth's shoulder possessively. The other brought his foot up again, displaying the slick mess coating his sole.

"Lick it off."

Roth blinked, exhausted... but aroused all over again.

"Y-yes, sir..."

He sat up shakily, guided by Orryx's firm grip, and leaned toward the King's foot. His tongue extended, and he began slowly, reverently cleaning his own release from the powerful arch. The taste was sharp, the texture slick, but his cock twitched weakly just from the act. Worship and obedience came naturally now.

Gral pressed his foot beside the King's.

"Mine too, pup."

Vaakar added his a moment later, smirking.

"All of them. Every drop."

Roth licked them clean--one after the other. His tongue worked tirelessly, dragging through fur, over thick calluses, along rough scales. Each monster shifted his foot now and then, rubbing it across his face, smearing more scent and sweat across his skin.

"Good little thing," Vaakar murmured, watching with narrowed eyes.

"You belong here," Gral added. "Face down, tongue out, cock aching."

Roth moaned around a toe in his mouth, cheeks flushed with devotion and shame and lust.

When at last the soles were clean, Orryx reached down and lifted Roth by
the jaw, forcing him to meet those glowing golden eyes.

"You pleased us," he said. "You served well. But this was only the beginning." 

Roth's lips were wet, his voice hoarse.

"There's more?"

The three monsters chuckled in unison--deep, ancient, hungry.

Orryx leaned in.

"We haven't even shown you our true forms yet."

The soles of gods are far larger than he imagined

Roth barely had the strength to breathe, let alone move. His body was soft, spent, and soaked with the heat of three powerful beasts. But when Orryx spoke those last words--We haven't even shown you our true forms yet--a new shiver ran down his spine.

"True... forms?" Roth asked, voice hoarse.

Orryx smiled--slow and wicked--and released him, letting Roth slump back onto the warm stone floor. Vaakar circled behind him, while Gral rose to his full, towering height, cracking his neck as golden sparks flickered from his eyes.

"What you've seen," Vaakar whispered, "was only the surface."

The chamber darkened. The temperature rose.

Roth watched in awe as the three monsters stepped back... and shifted. Orryx's already massive frame expanded--stone skin cracking open with molten glow. His feet grew thicker, broader, claws extending like obsidian talons. The air around him pulsed like a volcanic heart, and his eyes burned hotter than fire. Vaakar's form slithered higher, sleeker, more serpentine. His feet grew elongated and clawed, each toe adorned with glowing runes. Black scales shimmered like oil, and two curling horns emerged from his brow. His soles gave off a scent Roth couldn't describe--half incense, half raw lust.

Gral let out a grunt as his body burst outward in a surge of muscle and fur. His feet, once massive, were now colossal, with pads thick enough to crush stone. His scent hit Roth like a freight train--earth, sweat, dominance.

Roth's cock twitched again, despite itself.

He was tiny now. They truly dwarfed him, divine in presence, titanic in scale. And they were circling him again, slowly, deliberately.

"Now," Orryx said, stepping close, "you worship properly."

He lowered one foot--now easily the size of Roth's chest--directly onto Roth's belly. The heat was intense, and Roth moaned aloud, grinding up against the enormous, molten sole.

Gral followed, sitting down with a thunderous weight. He stretched oneleg forward and pressed both of his now-enormous feet on either side of Roth's head.

"Let's see how deep that fetish really runs," he growled, spreading his toes apart. "Get in there, little freak."

Roth obeyed without hesitation, burying his face between the thick, musky toes, licking and grinding, humping helplessly against the floor.

Vaakar's foot came next--long, sinuous, scaled and clawed--sliding along Roth's back. The arch pressed into his spine as Vaakar leaned in close.

"Three gods," he hissed. "Six feet. One worshipper."

Roth gasped as the three began again--pressing him down with their soles, using him like a ragdoll. They didn't tickle now. They claimed. One of Orryx's feet pinned Roth's legs. Gral's slid under his hips, lifting him. Vaakar's danced across his lips, toes curling against his tongue.

"You asked for this," Orryx rumbled.

"Now you get it," Vaakar added.

"No begging," Gral growled. "You endure it."

And Roth did. Through the moans, the whimpers, the grinding heat of their massive feet, he gave himself up completely. He didn't care how many times they made him cum. How many times they smothered him. How many times he blacked out under their soles.

He was theirs now.

Their footslave. Their toy. Their prize.

And in their true forms, they could worship him all night long--just as he worshipped them.

Even gods squirm under his touch...

The afterglow of dominance lingered in the chamber like a thick mist, but the tension had shifted. The monsters, still in their towering true forms, sat in a loose circle around Roth--now curled in the warmth of Orryx's massive lap, his face buried briefly against the King's glowing chest.

They had used him. Marked him. Owned him.

And now... they were playful.

Orryx dragged a single claw down Roth's back, rumbling in amusement.

"You've served well. Worshipped thoroughly. Perhaps we'll allow you a reward."

Roth looked up, eyes wide, breath catching.

"More?" he asked, voice tinged with hopeful disbelief.

Gral grunted from across the chamber, his enormous feet splayed out, one heel lazily scratching the other.

"You liked tickling us, didn't you, pup?"

Roth nodded eagerly.

"Yes. I loved it. I want to make you squirm again."

Vaakar slithered around behind him, his long tail curling across Roth's waist like a belt.

"Then come make us laugh, little worshipper."

"But beware," Orryx added, smirking. "A god's laughter is not so easily controlled."

Roth climbed to his feet--if only to be immediately dwarfed by the size of their true feet. Gral's monstrous paws alone were wide enough to cover his entire chest. He started there, padding closer on shaky legs, and gently dragged his fingers along the thick, warm pads of Gral's feet. The beast jerked suddenly.

"F-fuck--hah! You're really going for it, huh?"

Roth grinned wickedly. His fingers picked up speed--tickling between Gral's massive toes, grazing the base of his thick sole. Gral's tail thumped the ground, his claws scratching stone as he let out a low, guttural laugh.

"S-stop--no--rrraahahah! I'll crush you if you keep--!"

Roth ducked a playful swipe from the beast's massive hand and moved on, giggling himself now.

**Part 1: Campin' with the Girls **


Waiting was an almost painful experience. Benjamin had never been very good at patience, but this time it was worse than ever. At least, or so he told himself, he wasn't a little kid anymore, and he was able to keep from succumbing to cabin fever here in his own home. Just barely, though. A couple of years back, he would have been chewing up his clothes, or at least wearing the carpet thin by running around in circles. Well, maybe not years. He gritted his teeth as he thought about the tattered sleeves of his favourite shirt. And that had just been while waiting for his usual trip to summer soccer camp, three weeks ago.

This was different.

Benjamin had gone camping before, but always with mom and dad, or with the parents of some friend. This time, there would be no grown-ups. He got up from his bed, where he had been sitting while trying to force the clock to tick faster, and paced around his room a couple of times. At one point he paused in front of his mirror, eyeing his reflection carefully. He tried, knowing that it was in vain, to flatten his unruly hair, as pure white as the fur on his body, then sighed as it sprang right back up again. As he always did while staring into the mirror, he felt his tiny little goat horns, wondering if they would ever get bigger. He could barely wait to grow up to be like his dad, whose magnificent curved horns had always been a source of pride for both father and son. Growing tired of his reflection, he resumed his trotting. A giggle escaped his lips as he thought about how much fun he'd have this weekend. True, he and Mark wouldn't be completely alone; nobody in their right mind would let two twelve-year-old boys hike down into the canyon on their own. Benjamin understood that, and even accepted it, albeit slightly grudgingly.

So they would be going with their sisters. Benjamin smiled to himself as he sat back down on the bed. To any of his friends, except Mark, this would have been a disaster beyond all hopes of repair. But the two of them actually got along well with their sisters. It helped that Anna, Mark's sister, and Benjamin's sister Tora were also best friends, which meant that they would often cross paths and had come to know each other pretty well. And like he and Mark, the two girls were the same age. Sixteen to the boys' twelve. Having big sisters like that was great, he mused. Not only did they have lots of fun whenever Tora and Anna were babysitting their brothers, but Benjamin recalled one time about two years ago. A couple of boys in school had been bullying Mark because the mouse boy's small, lithe body made him a ready target. Benjamin had tried to interfere, but since he was also quite small he was easily pushed aside.

The bullies had, however, bit off more than they could chew. Because along came Tora and Anna. To make a long story short the bullies had run home bawling, with black eyes and burst lips and their tails between their legs. The two boys had never been bothered since. In a way it would feel nice to have them along for the camping trip. Benjamin would never admit it, even to himself, but being all alone out there in the wild would have been quite scary. As it was, they had decided to set up their tents at a distance from one another, to allow at least a sense of privacy. To allow skinnydipping in the river, Benjamin thought with a giggle.

The clock on his bedside table seemed to have stopped. Benjamin picked it up and shook it, then held it up to his ear and listened to its agonisingly slow tick-tick-tick. Mark and Anna, and the girls' friend Kessie who would also join their camping trip, were supposed to pick the goat siblings up at nine. Right now it seemed to have been a quarter past seven for at least six hours. Benjamin sighed with frustration and slumped back on top of his bed.

Usually on a summer holiday morning he would sleep in until ten or eleven, but today he had been up since seven, packing and repacking and slowly losing the wrestling match against his impatience. Not really knowing how it had happened, he found the sleeve of his light blue t-shirt in his mouth, and he was chewing it absentmindedly. With an annoying grunt, he spat it out, then got up to resume trotting around the room. He thought about checking his backpack again, but he knew that it already held everything he would need for two nights away from home. Clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, a book, a flashlight and some other stuff he might need, or that might be fun. Instead, he left his bedroom and walked quietly downstairs. His parents had just started their own summer holiday, and he wanted to let them sleep in. And Tora had sternly told him not to wake her up before eight, on pain of death. Well, he mused, maybe not death, but at least a serious tickling or a mock-spanking.

He rummaged through the kitchen as quietly as he could, then went into the living room with a bowl of Other Side grass-flavoured cereal and a big glass of orange juice. There wasn't much to see on TV this early, but he kept it on hoping that it might somehow speed up time. He watched an infomercial for a fur treatment kit; 'wallop in the luxury of a five star resort spa right in your own bathroom, call now!'. To Benjamin it looked like a bottle of regular shampoo and a bar of fur soap, but it cost more than two brand new videogames. He sniffed the freshly scrubbed white fur on his arm, then shook his head. What was wrong with people?

Soon the news came on, and he raised the volume just enough to hear. A strike among workers in a computer factory, a gang-related incident, a new album by some singer he'd never heard of. Nothing to catch his interest, and he kept eating until one of his ears suddenly flicked towards the screen, and he looked up. There were pictures from a space shuttle, and Benjamin put his bowl down. Space had always interested him, and while his friends had mellowed out and were aiming to more realistic goals in life, he still wanted to be an astronaut. He didn't really listen, he just watched as the shuttle docked with the newly re-opened Lunar Orbit Space Station, and felt his wishes come to life again. Some day he would go there, work there, or some place like it. Then the weather came on, and Benjamin's mind floated out into space for a while, until he remembered the camping trip and returned to Earth immediately. He checked his watch again.

Seven thirty-five.

What was wrong with time today?

He grabbed the remote control and flicked through the channels until he found some cartoons, and while he watched them he finished his breakfast. Then he promptly fell asleep.

* * * * * *

Benjamin's dream self was already out in the woods, walking slowly among tall pines and firs, watching the walls of the ravine climb towards the clear blue sky. Somewhere nearby, the river splashed its way down rapids and waterfalls, heading for the faraway sea. He was just crouching down, ready to bite off a mouthful of deliciously green grass when it was all snatched away from him. Someone was shaking his shoulder, and it took an effort of will to open his eyes. When his lids finally slid apart, he found himself staring into Tora's grinning face, just a couple of inches away from his. Her smile widened even more when he mumbled something inaudible, and her light brown eyes sparkled as she let out a giggle.

"Hey, sleepy-head!" she greeted him as she sank down onto the couch next to him, tucking into her own breakfast. "Been up long, Minty?"

"Think I nodded off." He rubbed sleep out of his eyes, too tired to even wince at hearing her pet name for him. "Wha' time is it?"

"Just after eight."

"Been asleep a while, then." Benjamin stretched and yawned, then chuckled as she gave him a brief hug. "We ready to go?"

"I am."

"Me too." He squealed happily, then got to his feet and started pacing the living room. "I can't believe we're really going, it's gonna be so much fun!"

"Yeah," Tora agreed between mouthfuls. "I wanna go fishing, and swim, and grill marshmallows..."

"And play frisbee. And watch the stars."

"And Kessie's gonna bring her badminton set." She fell silent, and they watched each other before cracking up into wide grins and speaking at the same time. "It's gonna be so much fun!"

* * * * * *

At last, time seemed to be working again. The two siblings kept on talking about what fun they would have, and before they knew it there was a soft knock at the door. Benjamin bounced up from the couch and started running around in circles, squealing happily. While Tora went to let their friends in, he dashed upstairs to get his backpack. After one last quick check that he had packed everything he would need, he hurried back down. To his surprise, he found the three girls looking at him with slightly sad faces. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that something, or rather someone, was missing. He walked over to the door and peered out, but no white-and-brown furred mouse boy was in sight.

"Where's Mark?" Benjamin asked in a thin voice. "Are we gonna pick him up later?"

"He's not coming," Anna said softly, placing her hands on Benjamin's shoulders. "He caught the summer flu, and he won't be up on his feet for a week or so."

"Poor thing." Kessie shook her head sadly. She was a skunk girl, with jet black fur all over, except for a white stripe running from her nose over her head, then down her back and her long, bushy tail. "He was really heartbroken."

"C-can we go see him?"

"o, Benji," Anna said. "He's being quarantined. I had the flu while you guys were away at camp, so I'll be fine, but nobody else is allowed in."

Benjamin tried his best to be stoic, but it wasn't easy. This changed everything! The games, the fun, camping almost all alone away from the girls, none of that would happen now. He swallowed the lump in his throat. After all, he was way to big to cry over something like this. Still, one small tear escaped the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek, and of course the girls saw it. With a shared 'awww', they smothered him with hugs and told him not to worry, that Mark would be fine and that the four of them would have a great time. In the end Benjamin was forced to let out a giggle and a smile, but he still felt sad.

How could this turn into a fun weekend?

* * * * * *

The hike changed his mood before long. It was a beautiful summer morning, with a nice cool breeze that took away the worst of the heat. The path down into the canyon went through a forest made out of mostly pines and firs, which grew more and more dense the deeper in they got. Soon they sky was just flecks of blue that could be seen through the canopy, and it got almost duskily dark in there. To Benjamin it felt like an adventure, even though he was struck by a brief pang of sadness as he thought about Mark missing it all. The girls seemed to have their minds set on keeping him happy, though, and as soon as Tora noticed that he was sulking again she called out his nickname.

"Hey, Minty, look what I've got!"

He looked up, frowning, ready to tell her off for using that name, but changed his mind when he saw the handful of grass she was holding out to him. Mouth watering, he trotted up to her, but just as he was about to take a bite she snatched the morsel away from him. It turned into a chase, with the other two girls cheering them on. The goat siblings were evenly matched when it came to speed, but Tora had a knack for knowing just what tricks Benjamin would use in order to win. And she always remained one step too far away for him to reach. The game ended when they were both panting hard, and Tora decided to let her brother win. She stopped and let him catch her around the waist, and he cheered loudly as he lifted her up. It took all his strength to get her walking shoes off the ground, even though she weighed no more than he did, and after he let her go he sank to the ground, his heart beating rapidly.

"Here, baby bro," Tora said, holding out the grass to him. "You earned it."

"Thanks!"

He opened his mouth and let her feed him, to new rounds of 'awww' from the others. It turned into a lunch break, as Anna and Kessie brought out sandwiches to eat while the goats munched grass. They were in a semi-clearing, and the sunlight trickling down through the tree branches soon made Benjamin feel warm and drowsy. There was no time to go to sleep, though, because soon Anna was pulling them all to their feet and forcing them to march along. Though the mouse girl was smaller even than Benjamin, she made up for it with tenacity. There was no use trying to resist.

During the rest of their hike, Benjamin kept yawning now and then, wishing they could stop soon for a nap or at least a short rest. He knew that they would have to keep walking, though, or they wouldn't have their camp set for the night. So he kept trotting along, knowing better than to whine about it. Sleeping underneath a tree in full daylight was appealing; night falling without a cosy tent to crawl into was not.

After a couple of hours, both Tora and Anna were beginning to drag their feet, but Kessie seemed to have energy left for the four of them. She handed out drinks whenever someone's tongue was lolling out, and she had them singing songs that raised their spirits. And so, by the time they reached their destination, a place where the river made a bend and had created a beautiful sand beach, Benjamin was feeling invigorated. So were the others, apparently, because they raised their tents in record time. Benjamin did not want to sleep away from the girls all on his own, so they decided that he should camp with his sister in his and Mark's tent, while the other girls shared the one that all three had planned to sleep in. A bit away from the two tents, Kessie built a fire and started cooking them supper. They all filled their bellies with hot dogs, grilled corn and marshmallows for afters, then the goat siblings washed dishes while Anna and Kessie rolled out sleeping bags. With everything set for the night, the four of them sat around the fire and talked for a while, but Benjamin's eyelids soon began to feel too heavy to keep open. He excused himself, went down to the river to brush his teeth, then crawled into his and Tora's tent. He had barely even zipped up his sleeping bag before he was gone from the world.

* * * * * *

It was completely dark when Benjamin woke up, and at first he didn't know where he was. Then the typical tent smells made their way from his nose to his brain, and he remembered the hike and setting up camp. His heart, which had started beating faster at that initial outburst of panic, now slowed down to its normal pace as he heard the sound of his sister's rhythmical breathing. Benjamin was just about to go back to sleep when his bladder reminded him why it had awakened him in the first place. Staying as quiet as his emergency allowed, he opened his sleeping bag and then gently eased his way past Tora towards the tent flap. She stirred and muttered something, but didn't wake up.

There was a bit of light outside, coming both from the stars above and from somewhere off to Benjamin's left. The campfire? Had they forgot to put it out? It was one of the first things they taught the boys at soccer camp; never leave a fire unattended. For a second, Benjamin felt anger stir inside him, then something else took over and he dashed for one of the nearest bushes. Almost a whole minute passed while he gave the bush a thorough watering, and he wondered where it all came from. Surely he hadn't drunk that much during the day? In the end his stream abated, though, and he shook off and pulled up his briefs, which were his only sleepwear. He thought about going back to bed, but now he suddenly felt wide awake. Stargazing sprang to mind, before he recalled the still-lit fire.

"Should've saved my pee," he half giggled, half muttered. "Now I gotta get water from the river."

They had brought along a small bucket for just that purpose, but right now Benjamin couldn't recall which tent they had left it in. He closed his eyes and visualised his and Tora's tent, but there was no bucket in it. Maybe he could sneak in and get it before Anna or Kessie woke up, or maybe he should wake them up. After all, they had stayed up after him, so they were responsible for the fire. Any and all thoughts he had about fires or water died instantly when he reached the ring of light from the fire. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and all he could do was gape as he sank to his knees and just stared.

* * * * * *

Anna lay on her back, close enough to the fire so that Benjamin could see that she was totally naked. Among the white and brown patterns of her fur, he could clearly make out the small mounds of her breasts, and he even thought he could see a pert nipple on the white one. But his eyes were almost immediately torn from the mouse girl's upper body to down where he would have seen her bared sex, if Kessie hadn't been in the way. The skunk girl lay on her stomach between Anna's legs, face buried in the Anna's crotch. From the rhythmical motions of her head, Benjamin could easily figure out what she was doing. She was...

She was...

She was licking Anna's pussy!

The realisation made Benjamin's mind freeze, and he could not decide what to do. The decent thing would be to sneak away, to pretend that he had never seen what he was now staring at with wide eyes. He had always thought of himself as open-minded, and two girls loving each other shouldn't be such a shock to him. Only, it wasn't so much the sexuality issue that had stunned him so, but more the fact that the girls were right there. Right in front of his eyes! Having sex! Benjamin tried an effort of will to get to his feet, but it was a losing match. Another part of him was in charge now, and judging by the tightness in his briefs it was rising to the occasion. He reached down and ran a finger over the bulge in the white cotton, and shivered with pleasure. If he didn't stop now, he would make a mess of things.

To his luck, the scene in front of him changed, making all thoughts of jacking off vanish like morning dew on a hot day. Anna let out a gasp, then a muffled squeal as she covered her face with her arm. Her body spasmed and her back arched up from the ground. Benjamin had never before thought about how girls came, and now his eager eyes took in every detail. Anna shivered a couple of times more, then sank back to the ground and lay still. Giggling softly, Kessie moved up her friend's body until they could kiss, which they seemed to do with wild abandon. The skunk girl kept touching Anna's breasts, but Benjamin wasn't really looking. He was trying, now that Kessie wasn't blocking his view, to get a glimpse of what was between Anna's legs. Before he could move to get a better view, however, something happened that almost made his heart jump right through his rib cage with fear. A hand landed on his shoulder. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find it covered by another hand.

"Hush, Minty," Tora whispered into his ear, and the worst of his fright melted away. "Don't scare them."

"Don't scare them!?" he hissed back. "What about me? If I hadn't peed already I would've wet myself."

"Sorry, baby bro." She let out a soft giggle, and he joined in, keeping it as quiet as he could. "Have they been at it long?"

"Dunno. I just got here."

"Do you wanna keep watching, or should we join in?"

"What!?" Benjamin spun around to look at his sister. Had she gone mad? But all he could see was her usual friendly smile, and as she returned his gaze she licked her lips in a way that a more experienced boy would have called seductive. "Have you lost your head?"

"No, they won't mind. C'mon!"

"No, wait...!"

Benjamin watched, horror-struck, as his sister walked around him and into the light from the fire. She said something to the two naked girls, and they sat up to return the greeting. His ears were filled with the rapid beating of his own heart, and he couldn't hear what they were saying. Part of him wanted to run away, possibly screaming at the top of his voice, but fear kept him immobile. Not even when Tora waved for him to join them did he move, and in the end she had to come back and pull him towards the fire.

She took a seat, and he slumped down next to her, trying desperately to look anywhere but at the two naked girls in front of him. Girls who, he noticed as he failed to keep his eyes averted, did nothing to hide their nudity. He hadn't seen much of Kessie before, but now he could clearly see her big, round breasts. She was sitting cross-legged, however, so even when he glanced downwards he could see nothing more. Anna had laid down on her back again, and Benjamin could see a darker patch of fur below her navel. Her pubic fur, he realised as his cheeks burned so hot they were probably outblazing the fire. The girls kept talking as if nothing weird was going on, but he couldn't make out their words. Then they all fell silent, and when he looked up they were all staring at him.

"Huh?"

"Are you asleep, Benji?" Kessie giggled at his dumbfounded response. "I was asking if you enjoyed the show?"

"Yeah!" he started, but changed his mind as he started blushing again. "I mean... you know... I mean... I didn't... didn't see much..."

"Liar," Tora said, smirking. "The view from back there was excellent. We could see just about everything."

"Really?" Anna laughed, then spread her legs ever so slightly. "Everything?"

"Uhm... well, not really. I wasn't really..."

"Liar," Tora said again, leaning over to hug him, to show that she didn't really mean it. "No 'wasn't really', he 'really was'."

"Don't be so upset, Benji," Kessie said, reaching out to touch his leg. He jumped, but still let her touch him. "There, that's better. We always do this when we're out camping."

"A-always?"

"Well, for the last few years, at least. Tora's usually in on it, too."

"She is?" Benjamin's eyes widened as he turned to look at his sister. She didn't meet his eyes, and she blushed slightly. "You are?"

"Yeah. I was gonna join them, but I fell asleep. Then I woke up when you went outside to pee."

"The question is," Anna said, sitting up, "what do we do now? We said we'd wait until next time."

"Next time what?" Benjamin asked. "Wait for what?"

"We had this idea..." Kessie said, looking from Tora to Anna, then back at Benjamin. "We had this idea to see if you and Mark wanted to have some sexy fun, too. But then Mark got sick, and we thought we'd wait."

"Only you two decided you couldn't wait!" Tora scolded, and the other two girls tried their best to act ashamed, even though Benjamin could see their mischievous grins clearly. "So now you know, Minty. And now you know the question; what now?"

"I don't understand..."

"Why do you call him Minty, Tora?" Kessie asked. "I never knew."

"Well..." Tora started, ignoring Benjamin shaking his head. "You see, when he was really little, and learning to talk, he kept saying Benjaminty instead of Benjamin. I thought it was so cute I started calling him Minty, and it stuck."

"Did not!" Benjamin pouted. "You made it stick."

"Aww, don't be mad, Benji," Anna said. "I think it's cute."

To his dismay, Benjamin now found himself in the centre of a four-way hug, and he was getting close to panic when he realised that two of the girls hugging him were still naked. And Tora was only dressed in a thin nightgown. The overload of his mind made him all but forget what had just happened, and what had just been said. So when Kessie repeated the question 'what now?', he just stared at her, bewildered. The skunk girl smiled at him and shook her head.

"Get back to reality, you doofus! We wanna know what's gonna happen now. Are you gonna join in right away, do you want to wait for Mark, or don't you want it at all?"

"Want what?"

"Sex, Minty," Tora whispered into his ear, and he felt his cheeks burn again. "But if it's too much for you..."

"No!" he suddenly cried out and turned to face his sister. "No, it's okay, it's just... I mean... so sudden. Why now?"

"We've been planning it for weeks," Anna said, but Benjamin was so caught up in Tora's beautiful light brown eyes that he barely heard her. "But we had really counted on Mark being here, too. Especially Kessie, she really wanted to see the two of you go at it."

"I... she... what?"

"Anna says she's pretty sure Mark has a crush on you, Minty," Tora said, not leaving his eyes for even a second, keeping him mesmerised. "And I've got a hunch that you've got one for him, too. And Kessie's just a perv, she loves to watch guys make out."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are," Anna chimed in. "You're such a perv!"

"Am not!"

"Me and... Mark?"

The thought struck Benjamin like a bolt of lightning. He had still not fully grasped the fact that the girls were inviting him for sex, and now they were talking about him and Mark? Doing sexy stuff? True, he had always loved Mark, but that was the kind of love he'd have for a brother. Right? Or...? What had Tora seen in him that he himself had failed to notice? In the end the confusion got to him so bad that he had to lie down. Tora let him rest his head in her lap, then laid her arms around his shoulders, giving him the stability he needed right then. The other two girls watched the goat siblings quietly.

"Don't think too much, Minty. Just... just let yourself feel. What do you feel?"

"A-about Mark?" He could feel more than see that she nodded. "I... I don't know. I mean... I love him, but..."

"What do you think about being sexy with him?"

"Kinda... confused. I guess..."

"Yes?"

"I guess I wouldn't mind." He felt himself blush again. This was turning into a bad habit. "If he really wanted to, I mean."

"He does," Anna said softly. "I know he does. I'm sure he'd love to kiss you."

"And I'd love to see that."

"Shut up, Kessie, you perv!"

"I think..." Benjamin said, but he was forced to swallow the lump of fear in his throat before he could go on. "I think I'd like to kiss him."

"Yes!"

"Perv!"

"Am not!" Kessie aimed a lazy kick at Anna, who nimbly dodged it. Then she turned to Benjamin, and her eyes were so filled with lust that it almost scared him. "What about us, Benji?"

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna do sexy stuff with us? Or are you a boy's boy through and through?"

"I... I don't know. I never thought about it much, I guess. But I like girls."

"And Mark."

"Yeah," he replied to his sister's whisper, leaning back against her. "I think I like both."

"Good for you. Bi is better." Kessie leaned in and kissed his nose, so suddenly he had no time to react, and all he did was giggle. "You're so cute. So, how's it gonna be?"

"Okay," Benjamin whispered hoarsely. "If you guys want to, I do too."

"Yay!"

This time it was Anna who exclaimed, and just like Kessie she stole a quick kiss before Benjamin could react. He grinned sheepishly at the two naked girls, then he felt something he hadn't expected. Tora leaned over his head and kissed his forehead. It was nothing unusual; they had often shared hugs and little pecks on the cheek. But this time it was different. Her kiss lingered a little too long to be casual, and the way she blushed and smiled made him realise that there was more going on here than he had thought.

There was no time to ponder this, though, because the next second Anna and Kessie pulled him too his feet and started grabbing for his briefs. At first he fought back, shrieking and giggling as they tried to undress him, but then he remembered what they were about to do, so he finally let Anna snatch away his only garment. All three girls gasped and ooh'ed at his nudity, reactions he found both embarrassing and exaggerated. After all, he wasn't very special down there. Just a slim four-inch penis, pointing towards the night sky due to all the excitement. He knew from gym showers in school that several of the boys in his class were bigger than him. Yet, they seemed to like it, and he felt it throb with a mixture of pride and excitement. Kessie reached out with a finger to rub across the tip of his foreskin, making him shudder with delight, but Anna stopped her from going further.

"I think someone else deserves first honours, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" Kessie asked irritably, but then she followed Anna's gaze and fell silent. "Oh."

Benjamin turned around slowly and found himself facing his sister. Tora was smiling warmly at him, but she didn't meet his gaze. Instead, her eyes were on his crotch. The two of them had seen each other naked before, neither being very shy, but as far as Benjamin knew this was the first time she had seen him hard. He quelled an impulse to cover himself up. If she wanted to look, it was okay. The stalemate was broken after a minute or so, when Anna walked up behind Tora and untied her gown. Benjamin couldn't keep back a gasp as it fell away, revealing her naked body for him to see. She wasn't even wearing panties! His eyes roamed over her slim body, not much taller than he, over her small, round breasts and down to her patch of light brown pubic fur. The only thing deviating from her all-white colour. Well, that and her pert pink nipples, which were standing out proudly from her thin chest fur. He had seen it all before, but this was the first time he had really looked. As another minute ticked by, he felt his excitement reach boiling point. If nothing happened soon, he just might faint. This time it was Kessie who broke the ice, by pushing him in the back.

"This is taking way too long. Get on with it, guys."

Benjamin stumbled forwards, right into his sister's arms. For a second he froze there, but then he slipped a shivering hand behind her back and hugged her to him. This also broke the spell on Tora, because she now pressed herself against him, nuzzling him before kissing his cheek. He returned the gesture, holding her tight. It was an amazing sensation. He could feel her nipples poke his chest, could feel the roundness of her breasts against him. And to top things up, her coarse pubic fur rubbed his erection in a way that made him see stars, even though he wasn't looking up at the night sky. Ever so slowly, their lips moved closer and closer, until they finally touched. It was by far the greatest feeling of his life thus far, and he felt his love for his sister deepen even further. Benjamin's lips parted slightly to let a soft moan escape, and Tora used that moment to slide her tongue into his mouth. When it touched his own, it sent a surge of electricity through his entire body, culminating in his twitching cock. With a shudder and a groan, he came, squirting his few drops of seed onto her belly.

Anna and Kessie cheered loudly, but Benjamin barely heard them. His knees gave way, and he slid out of Tora's arms and sank to the ground. She followed him immediately, holding him as he returned, panting madly, from his visit into orbit. It wasn't his first orgasm, but it was the first one that had ever been induced by something other than his right hand, and the feeling was magical. He shivered a couple of times, then giggled nervously as he was finally able to return Tora's caresses. But before they could kiss again, she was pulled away from him by the other girls. Benjamin looked up, and for a moment he felt certain that he had died and gone to some afterlife paradise, as all he could see in the light from the slowly dying fire was three beautiful, naked girls.

"You should return the favour," Kessie said, smiling down at him. "Tora didn't come."

As if on cue, she and Anna hooked Tora's legs with their own and pulled them slightly apart. Benjamin gasped out loud as he, from his low angle, got a perfect view of what was between his sister's legs. He could clearly see her pink, wet slit, and the tiny nub in front which must be her clitoris. Things that, up until now, he had only seen in black-and-white drawings in his biology textbook. Here was the real thing, and he knew what they all wanted him to do. Even Tora, who was smiling shyly at his unspoken question as their eyes met. Slowly, he inched his way in between her legs, spreading them a little bit further with his hands. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait any longer. He had to taste her.

Closing his eyes, he stretched his neck up until his forehead bumped into her stomach, then he reached out with his tongue. And found his goal. A shiver went through Tora's body, and she grabbed his tiny horns with her hands as he started licking. It tasted even better than he had hoped. Her juices has a flavour that he couldn't really describe; just as he thought they tasted salty, there was a sweetness to them, followed by a slightly tangy acidity. He gave up trying to think, and instead enjoyed what was going on.

Tora kept on shuddering and gasping as he licked up and down her slit, until he found her clitoris. With his tongue, he pushed its hood back, then closed his lips around it and suckled. He had no idea what he was doing, but it seemed right, and it would have made her fall over if the other girls hadn't held her up. Instead, she moaned out loud as he moved his lips, then parted them and gave the nub a lick. Soon he had a good rhythm going of sucking and licking, and he could hear his name among her moans, over and over again like a mantra. Then he opened his eyes for the first time since he had started going down on her - wasn't that what they called it? - and to his surprise he saw Anna's face just a few inches away from his own.

He blushed slightly as he realised that she was licking up his semen from Tora's belly fur. His first thought was that it was gross, but then he realised what he was doing at that very moment, and his idea of gross shifted. For a second, he found himself wondering what it tasted like, then the thought changed into wondering what Mark's would taste like. An impatient grunt from Tora brought him back to the present, and he went back to licking her. Then a new idea struck him, as he watched one of Kessie's hands rub his sister's breast. He reached out and found the other one, marvelling at its softness as he gently caressed it. The nipple fit well in his palm, and he quickly discovered that pressing against it brought fresh moans from Tora, who seemed lost for this world. With his free hand, he went to explore her slit, rubbing against the soft folds of her pussy, pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. The warmth, the wetness felt really nice, and he hoped, hoped, hoped that she would let him slide something else in there. Something that was pressed against his stomach right now, harder than ever despite his recent orgasm. His actions got a nice reaction from his sister. She immediately tightened her grip on his horns, and pressed herself against his muzzle. He lost contact with her clitoris, but instead ran his tongue back and forth over her pussy, getting more of that wonderful taste in his mouth. Then he found her button again, and started flicking it with his tongue. At the same time, he pinched her nipple lightly with his fingers, and that was what settled it.

She cried out, a wordless yell that echoed around the walls of the canyon, rubbing her crotch against his face while all but drenching him in her juices. He gladly took some into his mouth and tasted it, then let the rest run down his chest. The whole thing made him giggle; none of his biology books ever mentioned girls making such a mess. Apparently, it hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Wow, I've never seen her this wet," Anna said in a hushed tone, while she tousled Benjamin's hair. "You're a natural, kid."

"I wanna try him next," Kessie hurried to interject. "Dibs!"

"Not yet," Benjamin said as he freed himself from Tora's slackened grip. She was panting heavily. "Sis? Are you okay?"

Her only response was to get down on her knees, then throw herself around his neck. Benjamin barely had time to open his lips before she pressed hers against them, kissing him deeply. It was even more intense than the first one, and he had to will himself to stay calm, to not explode again. Tora reached in between his legs and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently, and he felt the edge of his peak draw near. As if from a distance, he heard Anna and Kessie move away from them, Kessie muttering something about 'not getting any from that tap tonight'. He would have laughed, if he hadn't been so close to coming.

Just then, Tora shifted her grip so that she pulled his foreskin all the way back and started rubbing the exposed pink tip. Benjamin felt that rush of electricity again as he reached his second climax in just a few minutes, and he moaned into their kiss as he came. This time he didn't vanish from the face of the world as he had before, when it took him by surprise. Instead he enjoyed the feeling of being held by Tora as he groaned and panted his way through the orgasm. He could feel her move, and he could smell something new yet familiar as she held her hand up to her face. He leaned back and watched her lick his semen off her fingers, for the first time in his life wondering what it tasted like.

Once Tora's hand was relatively clean, the two siblings sank down to lie side-by-side, holding each other close as they talked in whispering voices about their experience. Tora admitted that she had been having these kinds of feelings for her brother for some time now, but that there had never been a right moment to bring it up. And after Anna had confessed to lusting after her own brother, they had come up with this plan. Kessie had come along because of their lifelong friendship, and recent erotic adventures together. There was just no way something like this could be kept a secret to the skunk girl. In turn, Benjamin confessed that he had never really had any sexy feelings at all. He had masturbated for some time, but only because it felt good, and with no real sexual fantasies. This made Tora worry that they had pushed him into something he wasn't ready for, but he silenced her with a kiss. A kiss that deepened, while they could hear the moans and cries from the other two girls, having fun on their own.

When they broke the kiss, Benjamin tried in vain to find the words he wanted, needed, to say. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but then it was as if no words were needed. Tora just smiled and nodded, then pushed him down so he lay on his back. At first he thought she had misunderstood his wishes, but then he realised what she wanted to do, and he felt his cock rise to the occasion once more. Tora straddled him, rubbing her sex against his so that he quickly returned to full erection. But as she was about to lower herself onto him, he stopped her.

"Wait, Tora, I don't..." He swallowed, desperate to find his voice before it was too late. "I should have a... you know... a condom."

"No worry, Benji," Anna said, looking up from Kessie's crotch with her muzzle all wet. "She's on the pill."

"We all are," Kessie added, winking to Benjamin in a way that made him blush. "Just so you know."

"We did plan ahead, honey," Tora whispered. She leaned down to give him a brief kiss, then she returned to what she had been doing. "Just relax, and enjoy it."

Benjamin's only reply was a loud groan, almost a growl, as he felt the tip of his cock touch her warmth. They stared into each other's eyes as Tora slid lower, but then something happened that made him gasp with fear. Suddenly, his sister's face twisted as if in pain, and he felt an increased pressure on his tip. Then the pressure vanished and he slid all the way in, while Tora cried out, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Are you all right?" he whispered, reaching up to caress her cheek, hoping to comfort her, to make right whatever was wrong. "Tora, please... please be okay."

"I'm fine," she whispered back, her voice slightly unsteady. "Just hold still for a little while. It was my first time, and it hurt a little bit."

"Your... first?"

"My first with a boy." She smiled at him warmly, then nodded towards the other girls, who had resumed their own action. "Those two sluts stick everything they can get their hands on up their holes, but I wanted to save it."

"For me?"

"Yes, Minty. For you."

Benjamin didn't really understand the significance of all this, but the thought of Tora saving her first time for him triggered his emotions big time, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying. Instead he pulled her down to him so that they could kiss again. In the middle of their tongue duel, she started moving. At first round and round in little circles, then slowly up and down on his shaft. She was so wet, so warm, so tight that he was seeing stars, and all he could do was to lie back and give up all control. He let her lead him in both the kiss and the love-making, and his only conscious thought was that if he died right then and there, he wouldn't mind. Because he was happier than ever before in his life.

Then Tora picked up her pace, breaking the kiss and sitting straight up on top of him. She ran her fingers through his chest fur, pausing now and then to play with his nipples, sending a new kind of shivers through his body. All he could do was to turn his head left and right, while whimpering with pleasure. Soon Tora stopped going up and down, and returned to making those small circles while he was at his deepest. Benjamin understood what she was doing, as he felt the little nub that was her clitoris brush against the white belly fur that would one day grow the longer and darker hairs of his pubic fur. To help her out, he grabbed her hips loosely, then began making little pushes up against her. This brought out a grunting moan, but he wasn't sure which one of them had made it. Their pace quickened, and Benjamin knew that he was getting closer to the point of never, ever returning.

But Tora beat him there. She pressed herself down on top of him, hugging him so hard he could barely breath, while her entire body began shivering. Only their hips moved against each other, while she cried out her joy, her voice muffled because she had bitten him in the shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for a sting of pain. Curiously enough, or so Benjamin would have thought if his brain had still been his own, this was what set him off. He pushed himself upwards, inwards, trying to get as deep as possible, while he let go of his biggest load yet. He could feel at least five jets of sperm leave the tip of his straining cock, into his beloved sister. It was such a strong orgasm that he actually lost his voice as he was about to yell out Tora's name, and all he could manage was a high-pitched squeal. Then he sank back to the ground, totally spent, every muscle in his body limp, just as his penis which now slid out of Tora, bringing with it a flow of wetness to his already soaked crotch. He fell asleep feeling nothing but his sister's lips as she repeatedly kissed his face.

He woke up again what couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes later, when someone picked him up from the ground. His eyelids fluttered open, and he saw Kessie's friendly smile and large blue eyes as she held him. Without saying anything, the skunk girl carried him down to the river and walked right into it. Benjamin shuddered at the contact with the chilly water, but soon he realised just how much he needed it, overheated as he was. During the next quarter of an hour, he allowed himself to get thoroughly washed by Kessie, who didn't miss and inch of his body. Especially not four of his inches, which came back to rigidity as she washed underneath his foreskin.

"I can't believe there's still life left in it," he said chuckling as she tickled his tip. "By all rights it should be comatose."

"I almost thought you were, Benji," Kessie purred, nuzzling his cheek. "You wouldn't wake up no matter how much we shook you."

"Well, I'm up now."

"So I see." She got down on her knees and kissed his exposed tip, making him shudder. "May I?"

"Okay, but I don't think I can do anything else." He yawned. "I'm getting really sleepy. Where's Tora?"

"Anna's washing her. You guys really made a mess of each other."

"I know," Benjamin giggled. "But it was fun."

"I'm glad you think so. Because both Anna and I want our go before we head home."

"I'm gonna die."

"Of course not," she laughed. "You're a healthy lad, you'll manage. Now shut up and let me suck you."

* * * * * *

The sun was high in the sky when Benjamin woke up the next day. Tora was still asleep next to him, and he smiled warmly at the sight of her. After a yawn and a stretch, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, making her nose twitch. Still smiling to himself, Benjamin sat for a while and just watched his sister. It hadn't really occurred to him before just how beautiful she was. True, he had always thought she was pretty, but last night made him see her in a new light. She was adorably cute when she slept, taking quick shallow breaths with little snores now and then. They looked a lot alike, but their faces, he realised now, were quite different. Hers still had a roundness to the cheeks that he had lost with the last of his baby fat, and her muzzle was thinner. Prettier, he thought. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, and she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his heart suddenly beating faster as she grinned at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic."

She yawned, and as she stretched her arms above her head Benjamin realised that she was still naked. So was he, now that he thought about it. After he had come for the fourth time last night, into Kessie's hungry mouth, he had more or less fainted, and the girls must have tucked him in. One thought made him giggle, and Tora raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"I just thought, I hope you guys didn't do anything else with me after I passed out last night."

"Why's that? We could've had lots of fun."

"Yeah, but I'd hate to miss it."

"I'm sure you would." They both laughed. "Honestly, though, I can't remember. Anna made me come while she washed me, and after that everything is kinda blurry. I just made it to the tent, then I fell asleep."

"I had fun last night," Benjamin said, scuffling closer so that he could give his sister a hug. "I loved every second of it, I really did."

"That makes me so happy," Tora said, leaning into the hug and almost purring with delight. "Does that mean we can do it again?"

"Anytime," he giggled. "But Kessie said I gotta do it with her and Anna as well."

"Honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want. Though I bet they'd like it."

"I wanna do it with them. Though..."

"Though, what?"

"It'll be fun, but..." He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "It won't be with the same love."

"Aww, you little charmer!" Tora threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was brief, though, as they both pushed the other away and made gagging sounds. "Yuck! Morning breath!"

The two of them hurried to get dressed, as the call of nature began to make itself heard. Tora suggested that they should put on underwear and nothing else, which Benjamin agreed to. He had a feeling that he wouldn't need much clothes during this weekend. But when she insisted that they should wear each other's garments, he began to fidget. In the end it was only his full bladder that made him relent, and he blushed furiously while he slipped on a pair of pink lace panties. Tora threw on his white briefs, and then they dashed for the nearest bush.

Again, Benjamin couldn't recall drinking even half of what he let out, and by the time he was done Tora was waiting for him, sneaking the occasional glance. Grinning, he flashed his butt to her before he pulled the panties up, and was rewarded with a delighted squeal and a deep grope. They kept bickering and teasing each other on their way to the river, where they finished their morning business by brushing their teeth and washing their faces. Back at the campfire, they met the others, both of whom were all the way naked. Anna handed them sandwiches, smiling at their clothing, while Kessie let out a shrill scream at the sight of Benjamin.

"Oh my!" she squealed. "Look at you, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

"Calm down, Kessie," Tora laughed as the skunk girl took a mildly protesting Benjamin into a crunching hug. "It's just a pair of panties."

"So cute!" She turned to the other girls, an almost wild look on her face. "I gotta have him, right now. Please, may I?"

"I wanna have breakfast first," Benjamin laughed from where his face was squashed in between Kessie's breasts. "Please?"

"Fine." Kessie pouted, but still let him go. "Be a bore."

"Don't be so sad," Benjamin whispered, lifting her chin up with his hand so he could wink at her. "After that, I'm yours."

Kessie was unusually quiet during breakfast. But every now and then she glanced over at Benjamin, or at his pink panties, and there was hunger in her eyes. It made the boy blush, and he felt a lump form in the lace fabric. Kessie noticed this, and winked at him. A sudden idea made him rub up and down the front of the panties, while he licked his lips. Kessie almost dropped her sandwich as she hurried to cross her legs, and a moan escaped her lips.

"Don't tease her so, the poor girl," Anna said, trying but failing to give her voice a stern tone. "She's about to burst with hormones."

"You're just jealous," Kessie muttered, her voice trembling slightly. "But I'll try to leave some of him for you."

"Why don't Anna and I take care of the dishes," Tora suggested, "so you kids can go play?"

"Great idea!"

Kessie hurried to finish her sandwich and her juice carton, then waited with mounting impatience while Benjamin took his time. In some way it made him feel giddy to see her so eager, so hungry. For him. It was, he thought as he sucked on the straw to his own juice carton, a kind of power, to make someone wait for him like this. But when her look started turning desperate, he gave in and finished his breakfast quickly, making sure that he got in one last tease. When drinking the last of his juice, he moved his lips up and down the straw, just like Kessie had on his cock last night. This was too much for the girl, though, and as soon as he was done she scooped him up and took off towards the girls' tent.

"Mine!"

* * * * * *

For the life of me, at the time, I couldn't figure out why when Teresa our beautiful new Spanish maid, brushed against me, then stopped, looked so damn seductive into my eyes, as she says, simply, "Oh, please excuse me Beverly." Then goes on with her duties, I become so orgasmic. Perspiration instantly forms on my forehead, the palms of my hands become sticky, and that strange little twitch in my pussy began, like it does just before I seduce some empty headed man. It wasn't until we'd left the house that it went away. My god what do I do now. I certainly cannot ask mom to get rid if her, especially since I have no logical reason. Oh, don't misunderstand me, there is a reason but not one I can simply go to my mother and talk about.

This can only be traced back a week ago when Rob and I were out in the woods, looking for the best place to spread out a blanket, lay on it and become involved in the rites of spring. The rights of spring, what a laugh that is, we went there to fuck our brains out. Rob was my lover, one of many, but he was so forcefully overwhelming and brutal, I loved his ruthlessness. He created such powerful orgasms through out my body; I could never get enough of his gorgeous 10 inch prick in any one of my three orifices. Whether it was too much wine, or the spring air, I fell asleep. When I awoke I was in a hospital, there was a lot of confusion, but from what I gathered, a large dog had attacked us. Rob was dead, and I was bitten several times. Strangely I cannot tell you where because they seem to have healed, which is totally impossible. By the time the doctors looked there weren't even any scares, mystified, but stupidly letting this, totally impossible event just go by, they let me go home.

At the time I didn't realize I'd been made into a unique, very small group of those who have passed into the realm of the undead...Vampires, which any logically thinking person will tell you do not exist. The first time I witnessed its effect on me is when Teresa brushed by me so close. It had been only a week or so. I'm not sexually attracted to women, I'm strictly a man's woman, I do so adore a thick long prick especially when its driver knows what the fuck he's doing, and now here I am becoming orgasmic over other young women like myself. And damn but it is a strong desire. Everything that is going on in my mind must be what a man is thinking before he goes after some broad...but what the fuck, I don't have the equipment for that kind of action. So during the next few days I have a strange battle going on inside me, and damn if I can't even smell her when she's close, not her perfume, her skin, natural odor, but her blood...of all things...an actual sweet honey like smell. Only this morning as she stood outside mom's room getting instruction for the days work, I was peeking out my door smiling at her, or was it a snarl, open lip, bared teeth snarl, which she took as a smile and smiled back. Then I close the door millions of blood curdling scenes flash before my eyes...each one more delicious than the one before.

That evening something happened to me. I do not remember anything much but scenes like the previews of a coming movie; beyond telling my parents I'm going to lay down, then suddenly I'm running through the woods behind our estate, come upon one of our ground's keepers making his rounds and savagely attack him and Beat him onto the ground. Then in human form, I wantonly sexually ravish his body, so totally arousing him, we so horror ably and violently fuck one another in my attempt to weaken him, he weakens me. Not until after he ejaculates deep within my pussy, and I have the opportunity to suck his cock, do I have a chance to regain my strength, I not only suck his cock until he had another ejaculation, but his prick is a mass of blood because of my savagery, then I bite his cock right off. And actually suck his blood from what's left, continuing to do so, until his heart stops beating, as I pull my face away, a scene change again, and I'm howling to the moon running on all four legs back to my room.

As I awake the next morning, I laugh as I think about that crazy dream last night, werewolves, vampires, which was I suppose to be, what a kick in the ass that dream was, after a shower, I get dressed, go down stares for breakfast, the morning topic seems to be the death of one of our ground's keepers, who actually had his penis cut or bitten off and his blood sucked from his body. Not thinking much about it, I throw a quick thought out, "Was his blood actually sucked from him or did he simply bleed to death?"

So my brother, who is on the police department, replies, "According to the lab, he'd been empty too many hours for it to have drained out, and there was no blood found around the body."

"Hank," I reply, "Are you going to tell us now we have a blood sucking vampire, who prefers to get his blood from his subject's severed penis, what you guys won't think up next."

"No Bev, it gets worse, DNA tells us it's a woman...or she wolf, or both, they're rather confused as of now."

"Rather confused, no brother dear, they're fucked up."

Oh, shit did I ever do it this time, using language like that in front of my mother, and here it comes back to me, as daddy tells me, "Young lady, you'll not use that language in this house, now apologue to your mother."

"Mom, really I am very sorry."

Mom actually gets up, comes around to where I'm setting, leans down and hugs and kisses me sweetly, then softly tells me, "My poor darling Beverly, we spoiled you so terribly, but never fear my precious, you'll never do anything to cause me to stop loving you dearly."

"Thank you mom, you know I shall always love you also."

Managing to get through that fuck up, I set through breakfast without any more talking, pondering that dream over in my mind.

A few nights later I actually seem to be awake through the whole rather bazaar, some times, sick, perverted, horror able, yet delicious and sexually stimulating adventure. As the moon rises, I witness myself becoming a wolf, jumping out the window, changing back into my sweet young sensuous self, and putting the make on the first man I run into. In the back seat of his car he rips my clothing off me and ruthlessly fucks the piss and shit out of me, as I urge him on, until umpteen orgasms later, I breathlessly ask, "Please... come in my mouth." "You damn right cunt." So pulling it out he rams it deep down my throat, comes, and instantly gets his prick severed by my razor sharp teeth, then I suck as much of his blood as I want, killing him in the process, I change back, howl into the night and run off, but the police had set cage traps, and I run right into one. As soon as I do, out jumps my brother and two other officers. I'm a caged wild beast, head lowered, slowly walking around in the cage, emitting a low soft growl. Then I hear Hank say, "My god have you have seen anything that looks so deadly, what kind of wolf is it."

Another officer replies, "Not very large...female, probably the same one, let's get DNA and see if it matches."

Then moving so quickly at them, they are caught off guard, I jump, snarling viciously, they fall back, taking their eyes off me, and I vanish, leaving the cage door open. As soon as Hank sees this, he says, "Son of a bitch, how in the fuck did the wolf get out of there, and leave the fucking door open...look at this, the padlock is open, ok, who didn't close the lock, what dumb asses we are...listen, for the sake of all our jobs, this never happened."

I'd been watching, but I've got a bigger problem, holy shit, I'm a vampire...a real honest to blood sucking, undead, vapor, wolf, and bat changing vampire...what about all those stories, not being able to see my self in a mirror, never being out during the day, sleeping on dirt, and in a coffin, I will have to say, my eating habits have changed, I don't eat at all any more, or if I do, I vomit it back up as soon as I can, but wasn't I suppose to die, drink from the one who made me, this way becoming one of his, or hers. So on my way walking home, I'm suddenly aware, that one much more powerful than me is near, as he steps out of the shadows, I hear, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes master, will you make me whole now." I some how know who he is.

"We were interrupted at the time of your making, that is why the other died, he was not supposed to die, but then no others were suppose to be around, come to me my little cock sucking slut."

He takes me to his hide away where we fuck ourselves silly, he is so brutal, and rips my skin in several places, biting me terribly, hammering his prick so hard in my cunt, then alternating between it, my ass and lips, I cry and scream because of the pain, but then realizing I must some how over power this brutal sadistic bastard if I am to live in this existence and not be constantly fearful of his brutality, but he is quick and knowledgeable so I find it difficult to find an opening where I can get the best of him. He continues until he's had his fill of me, then tells me, as he cuts a gash across his wrist, "Here, slut, drink and live."

Just as I'm beginning to feel strong he hits me, hard, right on the side of my head, yelling, "Not too much, slut, I need you weak." Then using my hair he drags me close, kisses my lips, biting them as he does, then tells me, "you are very desirable... I shall feed from you, so keep yourself full of fresh blood...you're also a great piece of ass, so I'll be fucking you regularly too. This will do several things for you, every one will become familiar with you, as well as you learning who all of us are. As you must already know all those silly stories about us are just that silly stories, what you abilities are is best learned on your own, the one thing I will tell you is losing your head will also cause you to lose your existence...yes, I will enjoy fucking you a great deal, you are a very sensuous slutty looking young cunt."

For the next months to come Count Renee and I are together constantly and when alone he fucks me ruthlessly, during our travels I am his companion, but in either case he treats me like a piece of filthy shit, so it is not difficult to begin planning his demise. Even though being with Renee is great for me because I quickly learn who every one is and who to be careful of. On this one night he is really wound up and fucks me terribly vicious. Lasting far longer then I expect. Thinking this might be my chance I urge him on, begging for more savagery, until he ejaculates the last time. Before he fully recovers I slash his chest, where a woman's breast would be with my finger nail, as I say, "Now I will drink my fill and live forever...you I don't need."

I eagerly put my arms around him, lower my head and suck in his chest where I cut it, biting into it, breaking his ribs and actually getting to his heart, sucking as hard as I can to get as much of his strength as possible, as he tries to pull away he finds, fortunately for me I am too quick and strong for him, since he had weakened himself by so violently fucking me for so long and vigorously. Soon he weakens even more, cries out, "If you kill me you shall be alone, who will help you, take care of you, show you how you must now exist."

I continue sucking his blood until after he's too weak to recover, I pull away from him, blood dripping from my lips and chin, just long enough to tell him, "Better alone than to have a tyrant like you hovering over me, sucking my strength, keeping me weak, fuck you, you blood sucking bastard...die." I continued until he's dead. Then the most unusual thing happens to me, as I fall, then jerked up into the air, twisted around, this going on for so long, then dropped on the ground, bursting up, feeling so powerful and strong. The only thing I can think is I have taken my makers strengths into my body...

Now I am without any one else to overwhelm me, but then the thought, who else has my attacker made, and in what dark alley is he or she hiding. I find that out on the next night, when I am out looking for fresh live blood, I see a lovely woman and jump her, she actually overpowers me before I even realize who she is, and she says, "So you are the one who killed that son of a bitch who did this to me, our maker is dead, now kill again, and release me from this horror able existence, here take this pitiful undead life from me."

She spreads her legs and offers me her thighs and cunt. So I ask, "There are many matters I do not understand, will you help me before I do."

"What's to understand we live from the blood of the living, women, their thighs, and pussy's, men their pricks. Men naturally are different, those mother fuckers feed from our necks, all in the process of seducing us, as he did me, and probably you. All those tails on how the living can kill us are only tails, nothing can kill us, except decapitating us or burning us alive, and this, naturally. What I'm begging you to do to me, gain more strength, you have his, now take mine also."

"First I must fuck you, you are after all very lovely, and I am beginning to have this strange love for women's blood."

"Naturally our blood is richer...I'll give you the best ride you'll ever have if you promise to kill me after." "Let's have a drink so we have time for you to tell me why you are so down on this way of life."

In a bar as we set drinking, Uvonda tells me, "First this is not living, it is existing from killing or producing others of our kind. It's a horror able way to exist, I hate it. I cannot stand to exist this way. He was so terribly brutal as he fucked me. I was a virgin, I was a bloody mess by the time he pulled out and offered me what he called life, in my weakened condition and out of sheer stupidity and desperation, knowing I was dying...I took it, that was one year ago, I've lived on rats ever since, and his constant horror able ravishing of my body and beatings because I will not fill myself from the living...I've submitted to so much brutality and pain over this year...please...I am pleading with you, take this away from me."

"Alright, I will, but first I so badly need to feast on this gorgeous body of yours, and taste what I know will be a delicious cunt between my lips."

"One last time, this will be my umpteenth, since that terrible night."

I get a hotel room, noting the clerk who I shall kill after I finish with this poor lost woman. We set on the edge of the bed and I hold her close, kissing her madly, trying to control the rage within me to rip her apart. What a different experience this is, me fondling a woman's breasts, but damn it, I feel so horny doing it, so I reach down and finger her pussy, even though she doesn't want to enjoy any of this, her passion overwhelms her pride as she begins getting into it. Soon we're like wild animals thrashing around on the bed, both of us finger fucking the other, pressing one another's lips in such vicious biting kisses our lips become covered with blood. Finally my savage lustfulness over comes every other emotion and I rip her cloths off and devour her tits, belly, thighs, licking and chewing every part of her body, until it is a bleeding mass of ripped flesh, as she screams because of the terrible pain I am inflicting upon her. Then drain her completely, watching her existence slip from her into me, until she is dead. Then I have this sudden rush of energy surging through my body, I feel so much stronger...not as much as I did when I killed my maker, but sweet enough. I walk down stares and as soon as the clerk sees me covered in blood he starts to run and scream, but is caught by my teeth and claws, and after I bite off the end of his cock, I drain him dry, then seemingly magically I turn into a cloud of vapor, appear my bedroom, fall on my bed and almost instantly I'm asleep, knowing there are no others who can overwhelm me now, for I am the only one...or so I mistakenly believe.

Mom and dad, Hank and I live in the old family estate, as I said Hank is a policeman. I am actually rather useless, barely getting through high school and working as a waitress ever since. If I worked a full schedule I'd make good money, but since my parents retired young and are well enough off I actually do not need to work. Therefore I only do enough to make a little money and meet new pieces of ass, be them male or female now since things have changed and being naturally lazy. I think of a way of getting money as I find my feeding grounds. Shit, what can be better, fuck the shit out of whoever, drain them of however much blood I need, then rob the ones I kill. Trying out my new "Job" so to speak.

This one night I'm looking over the wealthy section of town, find a home where only two people are living and they're young 35-40, must be some of the "Dot com." new money. I wait until they're asleep, sneak in and easily over power them, tying them tight. I then untie the woman and begin devouring her, naturally in front of her husband. She tries to make it look like she is very unhappy at first, then gives in and we have a great time, even though she's nothing to write home about. what she does to me proves the old saying, the ugly ones are the best ones and do I ever get my cunt worked over, as well as her getting hers tongued and fingered until she collapses from sheer exhaustion, and passes out.

I retie her, tie the man spread eagle to their bed, easily mesmerizing him and fuck the piss right out of him, make him eat my pussy, piss in his mouth, dildo fuck his asshole, and suck his cock, until I have him really tired, I tell him. "You're going to tell me where your money is."

In his traumatized and seduced state he willingly tells me; and I wire it to an off shore account. Now really starved, I bite off the end of his prick and drain him enough to kill him. Then go back to his wife, who although heard his screams of passion doesn't know how many pieces he's actually in and we fuck one another wildly again. Starting with her lips, kissing her lustfully, moving to her breasts, where I can no longer maintain my composure and I begin literally chewing her sweet round melon tits, until her chest is a bloody mess, but I must kill her because of all the screaming.

Then looking in a mirror I see how absolutely gorgeous I am, especially because of the over filling of nice live rich blood I've drained from these two, take all her jewellery, and his, plus anything else I can find worth taking and drive one of his cars, a Rolls Royce to a warehouse I've rented, and consider this a profitable evening, even though it took me until almost daylight to do it. Over the next few days I fence the goods I got, that plus the Rolls, and plus the cash, I make 3 million, which is enough for a while anyway, since I can go out during the day, mirrors are no problem, my color isn't either. Although my body temp is closer to what it is out side or wherever I am, because there is none in me.

Hank is adopted, so we're really not related at all and we've had a growing crush on one another for years. So a few weeks later while our folks are out for the evening, Hank talks about the blood sucking murderer which is out there somewhere. I change the subject, and tell him. "Since I haven't been spending any money and I've saved a lot, I'm going to live in NYC, I'll be leaving tonight; the house is yours." Thus forcing him to make a move on me if he actually wants me.

"Bev, please don't go, if for no other reason I need you close to me."

"You love me don't you?"

"Yes, damn it I do, as sick as it sounds, I want to make love to you so badly I hurt."

"Is this why you've never had a girl."

"Yes, I kept comparing them to you and my god Bev, you are so lovely, so gorgeous, is there any chance for me at all."

"You know every willing guy in town has fucked me, shit honey, I'm the mother fucking slut in this town..."

Inhaling a deep drag from my cigarette and exhaling the smoke in his face, as I continue. "But that's why you want me, because you have always been so good and right here before you is the town's biggest slut and you've got to have a piece of my sweet trim little ass don't you baby, you'll even eat me to get it won't you."

"I think I'll do anything for a piece of your ass Bev."

"I'm a rough lover honey, I enjoy it rough and I give it rough, can you take it?"

"You're driving me crazy, the way you dress all the time, your breasts all but showing every day, your ass too. Please Bev, let me try to please you."

Smiling I stand and drop my hip hugger shorts and halter, as I tell him, looking directly into his eyes, exhaling cigarette smoke as I say.

"I demand you screw the fuck right out of me, unless you can make me cry in terrible pain you'll never have me, so big man, here I am, fuck me."

He turns into a savage as he lifts me over his shoulder, carries me to his bed, throws me on it, undresses and drops on my body. Brutally kissing my lips terribly squeezing my tits, ramming his hand in my twat all the way to his wrist. Making a fist he ruthlessly fist fucks me, until I scream in horror able pain, burst out crying and begging for him to lighten up some, but he becomes meaner.

so I begin giving it back to him, for hours we literally fight over his right to fuck me, like wild animals. Until I let him, my actual strength now being so much more than any 3-6 mortal men. He fucks my ass until it burns, my cunt until it's bleeding, finishing with ramming his cock between my lips and deep fucking my throat until he comes down it. During which time my orgasms had reached such monstrous forcefulness, as he ejaculates down my throat, I actually collapse, gasping as I try to tell him. "I'm...you ..rs...Henry...holy fuck, I never knew you had it in you."

"I didn't, but fuck Bev, you're a demon...we'll have to keep this quiet. Adopted or not we're still too close."

"Fuck it, I can't get pregnant. So fuck it, I'm going to stay, I need more of this kind of love...oh fuck love, this kind of raw sex and wild ass fucking. But you do love me don't you Hank, so much you'll do anything I ask?"

"Yes Bev, anything, even illegal."

"I don't do illegal shit baby, immoral, perverted, even sick, but never illegal."

I'm 20, been fucked by every boy since grade school and husbands who wanted some young cunt. I'm 5-10, 165 lbs a tight 36 DD 20 38 figure that drives men insane and so mother fucking much of a masochist nymphomaniac this new way of existence for me is perfect. Because no matter how bruised and battered I allow myself to become, it heals instantly.

Later as Hank and I are back at it again, I am down sucking his cock, he comes, and collapses I bite his thigh, and drain a little blood from him. He hardly felt it because of just having spent hours fucking me, later he goes to work, As I try to do nightly. I go to Joe's place and check out the action, days turn into weeks, then months with Hank and I fucking a few times weekly. But mostly, I dress seductively and since I've been going in the local bars since I was 12, I go to Joe's where he asks. "The usual Bev."

"Right on my love."

I've got a micro-mini skirt and tight blouse, open crotch hose and 5 inch heels. My blond hair is down to my ass, but it's wavvy, so it's only down to the middle of my back, flame red, wet looking lipstick, deep tri-colored eye shadow, so as he brings it, he asks. "Do you know how long it's been?"

"Too mother fucking long babe, tonight after you get done, let me drain you, and get me some ass while I'm waiting, can you sugar?" If only he knew how much I'll drain him.

"You've filled out nicely baby, what are your tits now D?"

"You've got a good eye sugar, double that, but you also notice I'm not top heavy, my ass is right on cue and I still have only a 20 waist."

"Yaa, you look like a mother fucking hour glass."

"4 or nothing little man if you can't keep it up for 4 hours forget it, I need my cock, and lots of it."

"Care for a triple, there's 3 guys over there who are looking for some action."

"Will they pay?"

"I don't know why not, let me check."

A little later they come to my table and John one of them asks. "Mother fuck, up close you're one hell of a sharp piece of ass baby, how much?"

"Set, you're attracting attention, there are three of you, that's three pieces of my ass, three times the ass, three times the value...$2500...and for what you'll get from me, you'll never match that for less then 5 anywhere else."

"Fuck you cunt, I'll jack off before I'll spend that much."

"I'll tell you what if any of you can walk when we're done, I'm free, other wise, 2500 , or you go fuck yourselves." "Aren't you a rough talking slut, fuck...ok...where?"

Smiling at Joe, I tell them. "Follow me guys, to the golden room."

ake some Solar Wind, add some sorcery...and we've got electric power

I wasn't very old when I 1st realized I had the gift of sorcery, possibly no more than 10, because things just came so easily for me, and as I thought back through my younger life, I saw it had always been this way, my parents, are wealthy people, my mother 1st assistant attorney in LA's largest law firm, which her father owns, and my sweet daddy is a doctor, chief of surgery at LA General Hospital, it was around then I prayed to my god, whoever he or she may be to give me super intelligence, and I skip 2 grades in 3 years, and I am so far ahead of all the students in my school, mom and daddy put me in an advanced, accelerated private school for special students who display an unexplainable amount of raw genius, and even there I am bored beyond words, for it was even too slow for me, along with my intelligence came a maturity that confounds all the adults around me, and I easily graduate from high school at 11, and race through 4 years of collage to get my degree in quantum mechanics by 13, and my Ph. D. by 14, my 1st five papers on solar wind published the next year, and a full professorship in UCLA the following year, at only 16, working in a lab; researching ways to utilize this unusual phenomenon to the betterment of mankind.

On the more personal and intimate side of my life, I'd begun diddling with myself at 7, actively having climaxes by 12, when my periods started, and by now, I am a very well built young woman, with a firm and tight, slender 31 B 15 32 figure, 5 foot, long wavy blond hair, with bangs over my eyes , cat shaped, green eyes, large full perfectly shaped lips, high cheek bones, skin the color of ivory, long inviting legs, and perfectly shaped limbs, a tight almost muscular body, a neat little ass, with sweet round cheeks, and the growing knowledge I can magically attract, beguile, seduce, and fuck any one I set my mind to, but I have yet to have anything in my pussy but my mom's dildo, with every one else who either works around me in the lab, or is in my classes 4-6 years older than I, the whole idea of attracting others is ridiculous unless I use my magical abilities, so, shit, why not, because to every one around me I am cute, adorable, pretty, and pleasant little girl, who never causes problems, I had only one post grad. class I taught 5 days a week, for 3 hours, two hours study and one lab, on the practical application of lazar particle acceleration directional control and how it fits into the design and practical application of solar wind being used for energy here on earth. Knowing I so terribly need another body laying next to me and having this ever so great desire to have my mother be that one, I enchant myself one week end while Daddy is gone to a seminar, and as I walk into the living room where she is, I at once see her become amorous toward me. So I set next to her on the couch, turn to look her way, and mom softy says., "Uvonda...sweetie, I never realized how adorably perfect and lovely you are, will I frighten you if I kiss you."

That's all it took, and soon we are in their bedroom, naked, and really getting into it, until much later, as we're laying next to one another, kinda pooped mom asks, "Where did you ever learn to be so knowledgeable about sex."

"Don't be mad at me, but a lot of reading, and the internet."

"It seems to have caused you to be very pleasurable, darling may we not have this only today, but any time we both desire one another and are alone."

I kiss her passionately then reply, "Oh, my mom, you've just made me so happy."

We lay on her bed cuddling most the day, and after dinner, we sleep together.

Then my work week begins again. The Dr. who is in charge of the research, another child prodigy who is now 17, and is far too gorgeous to pass by without stopping to have a longer look see, Dr. Patricia Carpenter is every intelligent young woman's dream come true, tall, devastatingly desirable, and with a nice firm body, on an average I spend 4-6 hours a day working closely with her, and not once has she made a move on me, until one morning as I'm applying my make up I enchant it, causing me to have a magical ability to enthrall and mesmerize the minds of those around me and cause them to lose interest in what ever they think they should be doing and think only on me. It sounded like a perfect idea when I did it, but as always, a little bit of knowledge can get one in more trouble then none. I realized this when every person I came near suddenly lost track of what they were doing or thinking about and stared at me, with that hungry look in their eyes, so by the time I get to the lab where the one I'm after works, I'd reversed the spell, but even in doing that I must have missed something because shortly after we begin working, Patty asks me, "Uvonda may I see you in my office please."

Once there with the door closed, she's looking as though she'd just seen me for the 1st time asks, "We both have been working on this through the afternoons and into the night for most of the year, we need a night off, will you come to the opera with me Sat evening."

"Oh, Patricia, I'd love to, what time."

"If I may pick you up at 5 for an early dinner, then we'll go to the opera."

I walked on clouds the rest of the week and when Sat. evening came, and Patty came in the house to meet my parents, I most likely acted more like a cougar ready to pounce on its prey then a young girl on a date, the whole evening was a test of strength for me, to hold myself back from raping her, I am that sexually hard up, but the most disappointing part was when she takes me home after the opera, walks me to the door shakes hands with me, telling me how much she enjoyed the evening and left. After I got to my room I must have spent half the night masturbating, then I remembered some things, 1st I'd forgotten to look into her mind to see what she really wanted to do with me, and 2nd, a little more aggression from me might have encouraged her along, possibly what I need is some one who is less sophisticated...some one who has the raw courage to take what she wants, so dateless the next week end, I dress for the streets, and enchant my looks to make me look much older, possibly in my 20s, so in a mini skirt, tight jersey sweater blouse, scoop neck, almost gaudy make up and my hair in the new bedroom look, 3 inch heels, and open crotch nylon panty hose, no bra or under pants, I aspirate in a les bar in on the east side, down close to the embarcadero, where I'd never even been close to before, and as I appear way in back, where no one will notice me, I know why decent people do not come here, as in practically no time at all I have 2 dykes setting at my table, one with her hand on my upper thigh, diddling my cunt, which takes all the will power I have to keep from scaring the shit out of every one and aspirating to hell out of here. They're older, 35-40, rough looking and badly dressed, and half drunk besides, so Tina asks, "Uvonda, that's an interesting name, foreign isn't it, what does it mean."

"Found beauty, in the Carob island language."

"Well you sure as hell ain't got no native in you, so what nationality are you." "France, and Carob in my families nationality, the islands of the Caribbean is where my family came from where they had a coffee plantation." Then the dyke setting on the other side of me grabs my head and kisses my lips, a foul tasting kiss, full of booze, cigarette smoke and bad breath, and at the same time the other one rams her finger in my cunt and is finger fucking me, so without concern for what I'm doing I aspirate from there, leaving then to wonder how in hell I disappeared from right between them. Then I go home, up to my room where I masturbate myself to sleep one more night, the following Friday afternoon, as Patty and I are cleaning the lab for the week end, I ask, "Patty, not meaning to turn you away, but do you like me in a sexual way."

She looks at me for so long, and I know I really screwed up, till she says, "Yes...but I have never been with any one before, if you have, can you assist me to experience this with you."

"Best idea is for us to go on a date, talk about one another, and see where it leads us."

So the next evening Patty takes me dancing and during our time on the floor her emotions get away from her and she pulls us closer as her clit pushes into my thigh, so instead of pulling away, I press tighter against her, turn my head toward her face smiling and exhale a sigh of satisfaction, thinking that ought to do it, we soon leave, and she takes me to her apartment, where I see her sneak a large drink of scotch, come over, set beside me, kiss my lips passionately and begins feeling my breasts, knowing I have the right woman, in the right place and at the right time, I respond with a limited degree of aggressiveness, only to have her get up and quickly leave for the bathroom, where I hear her vomiting, she's managed to get herself sick, trying to gain the aggressiveness to make sex to me, and flopped, shortly she comes out all red faced and staggering as she asks, "I'm sorry Uvonda but I'm too sick to drive you home, here is some money to pay a cab...I guess I just cannot motivate myself into this."

Another night of masturbating follows, now so mad at myself I go to my mother and ask, "Mom, this is really going to be difficult to say, but for a month now I've been trying to get laid, and I'm still masturbating, is there anything wrong with the way I look...or act."

Mom puts her arms around me and kisses me right on my lips, a nice long, warm, sweet kiss, then says, "Uvonda my darling daughter, you are only 16, I know you have the emotions and physical body of a 20 year old young woman, but to others you are 16...please darling give it time, it'll come soon enough, and once it does you may not be able to turn it off."

"Mother I don't want to turn it off, I want to turn it on."

"Sweetie I was 16 before I experienced sex, and luckily it was your father and I've never wondered if I've missed anything, and as you know we are very happy together Uvonda I know this is difficult for you, because of you becoming an adult while you're still a young girl, although I will not forbid you to look or try, I plead with you to have patience...or as we did, why cannot we have fulfillment between us."

"Thank you mother, and yes, please, for no other will ever be as sweet and giving as you."

But the next week end out I go looking again, this time in an up scale singles bi/gay/les club, and by enchanting myself to look older, and more sensuous, I hardly get set when a gorgeous woman asks, "Unless you're waiting for some one, may I join you."

"Yes, please do, I'm Uvonda Dellacort."

"Francis Pitmen, I teach high school science."

"How marvelous I also teach science, but at UCLA."

"In what area of science."

"I instruct a class, 5, 3 hour sessions a week and work in the lab where we are working on lazar particle acceleration, directional control and how it fits into the design and practical application of solar wind and how it can be used for energy here on earth."

"How very interesting, a favorite interest of mine, solar wind and can there be a practical application."

"This is too much of a coincidence...really far too much of one, how do you see solar wind of value to us here on earth."

"This goes into fields I know nothing about, but some means of collecting it, storing and getting it to earth, where it can be converted into electrical energy, and distributed the same as any other electrical energy."

"A collector like a solar ray panel, storage something like a giant capacitor then something yet out of my reach, to convert it into usable electrical energy. A satellite to collect it, rigged with a lazar cannon to fire it to earth, where the capacitor will store it, feed it into whatever that converts it, and on it goes...is this how you see it done."

"With some exceptions...yes..."

"What degrees do you have."

"Just an MS in general science...why."

"Because you are the 1st person to have close to the same vision I do as to how this can be made a real usable source of energy...would you consider working with me on this at UCLA."

"Are you suggesting I lose my tenure and on a conversation in a singles bar I apply for a position at UCLA."

"No...more of you taking a leave of absence for a year to help me put this together."

"In all fairness Uvonda, I set down here looking for some action tonight."

"And I allowed you to set here because of the same reason."

"Too much of my life I've been accused of thinking with my, pardon the expression, twat...so you show me the time I am looking for tonight, and I will seriously consider your proposition...but 1st what degrees do you have."

"A BS, MS, and Ph. D. in quantum Mechanics, MS and Ph. D. in metallurgy, electrical, mechanical engineering, philosophy and Astrophysics ."

A long silence, then she says, "Then you must be a child prodigy because you do not look over 19...possibly 21."

"Close enough for government work."

"No...now you have my interest, I must know how old you really are."

"You're right Francis, and my work is more important to me then if we have a good time together tonight, here's my driver's license, and other cards you should look at."

She spends some time looking over them all, then says, "At 16, you're 2nd in charge of the solar wind research facility at UCLA, under a 17 year old...WOW!!!, that makes you and she geniuses."

"A relative term, which can, or cannot mean a great deal."

"Not to embarrass you but does your parents know where you are."

"Not really, all they know is that I'm dead set on getting laid, I haven't yet, and it's driving me crazy."

"May I remind you this will be statutory rape."

"If it will cause you to be more relaxed we can go to my home, you can meet my parents and we can go to my room, or if it will be easier for you, I'll call them and you can speak to them."

"I am single, 24 years old, which really is only 8 years difference, my folks were 12 years difference."

"And mine are 8."

"Did you say your name is Dellacort, as in Dellacort and associates, PA, are you related."

"My mother, my father is chief of surgery at LA general."

"Well you certainly do have the looks and body of a far older young woman, but you're a kid, I'll feel like I'm raping a child."

"Not if you get me sexually stimulated, then I become a responsive wanton whore, Francis I promise... if you are a dominate aggressive lover, I will give you the ride of your life. There will have to be a condition to all this, we only met and I realized you can be of great help to us in our quest, there will be no mention of what we are about to do."

"I should say not, so then will you come to my apartment."

"I'd love nothing better."

"Then let's leave, you're driving, then follow me."

Francis is perfect for me, 5-8, 175 lbs, and simply adorable looking, and best of all, so far I haven't used magic to seduce him. Once we get there she asks, "Are you afraid or nervous."

"Why do you ask."

"Because you look as though you're trembling."

"I'll be giving you my cherry, from tonight on I'll never be able to call myself a virgin again...what you see is sheer excitement, not meaning to rush you, but may we please begin."

She sets me down beside him on the couch and starts kissing my lips, until she sees me becoming sexually excited, then she fondles my breasts, slowly moving down to my pussy where she finds a near dripping wet pussy, she softly whispers in my ear, "No panties, you were sure about tonight."

"No bra either, I don't need them yet."

She unzips my dress and slips it off me, and upon seeing my sweet full B cup breasts, standing tall and firm, sucks my nipples, as both of us undress her, soon we naked, and reverse and actually tongue fucks my clitoris as she finger fucks my pussy, moving herself around so her pussy is over my face, so I do the same to her, as I hump my ass trying to get more of her tongue and fingers in me, until I have such a roaring orgasm I burst out screaming for more and we continue this, nerve racking pace until she explodes an orgasm, and mine;

likes of such I'd never experienced causes me to pass out momentarily, as she collapses on my body gasping for her breath. Later after we'd recovered, I weakly ask, "Is it always like this."

"It will be for you, my god Uvonda, you're a nympho, I'll bet within minutes you'll be ready to go again."

"How long do we need to wait."

"Easy honey, I want a cigarette and drink before we fuck any more."

After she gets them setting next to me, she says, "You've watched a lot of porn and masturbated haven't you...no need to answer, because you fuck like a seasoned pro, if you don't mind the analogy."

"I certainly didn't want to be one of those screaming kids who cry all the way through it because they think they should, or it pains them so much they're regretting it even before they know how wonderfully satisfying it is. I know I made a lot of noise but it was what I felt, what you gave me, and it had to come out."

"You'll never disappoint any one, that's for sure, may I ask how many others passed you up for whatever asshole reason."

"3, one got so drunk she passed out on me, another just couldn't get going and

the last one...well I think she wanted me to be the aggressor, and the most I got was kissed and felt."

"I'll put in my resume Monday, may I use your name as my main reference."

"I should hope so, then Pres. Phillips will come to me to ask why you...Francs I'll see to it you get the position, the only thing I don't know is what it pays, but if they give you a class, then you'll be on the facility and that will make a big difference in pay...but right now please be totally honest, did I really please and satisfy you sexually."

"I can truthfully tell you, more than any other has since I don't know when, or if."

"Thank you darling, for giving me what I needed to respond properly for you...I never imagined anything could be so wildly savage and dramatic...it is like lightening, thunder, torrents of rain, earthquakes, volcanoes erupting, tidal waves of energy building up to an impossible amount, then exploding with such force it causes my body to feel as if it's dying...my mind exploding, my brains being ripped from my skull...we will do this again tonight darling won't we, I must know if this is what I have to look forward to every time."

"I sure will honey, you're just too good not to want much more of you."

After another long wonderfully pleasing fucking between us, and it takes us even longer to recover from it, suddenly she says, "Oh my god, look honey...the sun's coming up."

Lazily, I reply, `that's nice."

"But baby, what about your parents what will they say about you being gone all night."

"They won't have to wonder if I found who I have been looking for, by the time I get myself together it'll be late enough, why don't you come to meet them."

"I think I'd better, because this isn't all your fault."

So around 9 AM we walk in the door and daddy comes out of the kitchen and asks, "Well, this must be the one you've been looking for."

"Daddy this is Francis Pitmen, a high school science teacher."

"Happy to know you Francis, I see you took good care of my daughter last night, well Uvonda, tell me after what has happened do you feel in love with Francs."

"No...should I be, Francs do you feel in love with me."

"No, but I do love you...or is it really what you do to me, either way, Dr. Dellacort...we are in deep like."

"You two haven't slept have you, come in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee, and Francs tell us about yourself."

So we all 4 set having a cigarette and coffee, as Francs tells mom and daddy what really happened last night, besides the obvious, and after he finishes, mom tells us, "If you're going to continue this relationship going, be deceit, and don't let it become public, unless you become serious about one another's feelings."

"Gee, mom, I imagine Francs has been with many others, this is more of a mutual interest, and I honestly think Francs will be a great addition to our lab." So daddy tells me, "Darling I don't think you have the pull to bring some one in like this."

"If you understood what I am doing there and heard Fran's theories on it, you'd realize as I did how close he is to my thinking, which the collage is banking on, any way I intend to see to it he gets the position, even if I have to threaten them, it's my lazar technology that will make this a reality, without me they're dead in the water."

So Fran asks, "How far advanced are you in this."

"The course I teach is from a text book, I wrote, even Stephen Hawking in England has written me for explanations from it, especially my double reverse lazar, in which the particles will reach the speed of light. The main thing right now is to get a working model to show those who are waiting to see it work, and they will fund our research until it's completed, plus pay an astronomical amount for the blue prints and plans."

Then I see a strange look on Fran's face, so I ask, Fran what are you thinking." "You've been talking about electrical power for manufacturing plants all this time, and I've been talking about an alternate fuel system and advanced engine design for automobiles."

I scream as I jump on her lap kissing her lips wildly and then say, "We never thought that far ahead yet, set on it for now, help me on this, then all we have to do is minimize, and make it portable, for autos, damn baby, you're an even better addition to our project then I 1st believed. Oh, yes another small thing it might be of value for you to get your doctorate in some related subject...quick change of topic...daddy may Fran and I go up in my room and get some sleep" Looking back and forth between them Fran tells them, "This wasn't my idea, it's as new to me as it is to you."

So mom tells us, "You ask if you can sleep together here which is fine as long as you sleep, and don't diddle."

Yawning I tell mom and daddy, "We're kind of diddled out for now."

So up we go and wrapped tightly in Fran's arms, I fall asleep instantly, as does she." We wake up around 6 that night, and as we're laying there our faces so close our noses are touching, Fran asks me, "Can you stand another evening with me."

"Well, gee I don't know, what do you have in mind."

"Dancing, drinking and fucking, you know a real date, not where I pick you in a bar."

"Ok, then let me get ready, and you come back for me, I'll ask if I can spend another night with you."

"I didn't ask you to sleep with me tonight, I might have some one else coming over tomorrow."

"Then cancel her, you're mine this week end...no, I'm sorry, I'm yours...do you really have some one coming over tomorrow."

"No, my sweetie, no one else is in my life but you."

"Francis you are allowed, you are not obligated to me in any way...really."

"I know that, but after fucking you...why even think about any one else, they are all dogs compared to you, dumb disgusting illiterate dogs."

"Fran...are we falling in love."

"I can't answer that honey, for I've never been in love, so I don't know what it feels like any more than you do. But it will be interesting to find out."

"Young love always ends with some one being hurt badly, I don't want to be hurt, not this young in life."

"Nor do I, nor do I...Uvonda this is a bad subject, let's not get into it again, take us one day at a time."

"Ok, then get your ass home so you can come back and pick me up."

So I ask mom and daddy, "Fran and I are going out tonight, may I spend the night and morning at his apartment."

They both smile, and daddy tells me, "You're setting yourself up to fall in love darling, is this what you're trying to do."

"We don't know, Fran has never been in love, nor have I, so neither of us knows what it feels like as one is coming down with it, but we've agreed to continue to find out...if we are, or this is a whirlwind romance that will burn itself out." Sooner than I expected Fran is back for me and we go to the Roadside Inn, a very nice dinning and dancing club, but we set at the bar and only have drinks and do a lot of dancing because we both enjoy dancing especially slow numbers where I can feel her so close, her hand resting on the cheek of my ass, breath exhaled on my neck, nibbling on my ear, and Fran's sweet words of love, "You really have never had a regular lover, or any one close to you."

"I didn't have time for much else except study, I raced through school carrying double and triple loads of subjects."

"For my part, I'll keep you if for no other reason but me being the 1st person to ever touch you."

"Gee, Fran that's really romantic; sounds like what's love got to do with it. Fortunately I know you're just giving me a hard time."

"It's going to take me the rest of my life to just get over this sexual fascination I have for you, Uvonda you have the most adorably irresistible body any one will ever see."

"I don't want any one else seeing it besides you, and I want to feast on yours tonight, wash your body with my tongue, and if at all possible spend hours with your pussy between my lips."

"Remember love we both enjoy that."

And after we get to her apartment that's what we do.

It is late Monday after noon when I'm called to Pres, Phillips office, and I see Francis there, and Dr. Phillips tells me, "After looking over Miss Pitman's qualifications and with your recommendation, although I will have to clear it with the board, I'm bring her on board, as your assistant in the lab and as basic 1st year general science instructor, with full professorship privileges, as long as she gets a doctorate within 2 years, I will expect you to help Miss Pitman become orientated to our way of operating here. Miss Pitman you have the summer to end your position at Central High School and starting this fall, you'll begin here, unless you'd like to become acquainted with Dr. Dellacort's work, if so you can begin there any time."

So in the lab I tell Fran, "We have an agreement with the school that once this new power source is sold the collage gets half and Dr. Carpenter and I get half, since I'm looking at a lot of billions, I'll share mine with you, now here are a group of plans and blue prints I'd like you to look over, I'm going to be in my private lab, if you have any questions or just need me call me on this intercom."

"Your private lab, no one else allowed."

"No, and I can't even tell you why, like I said call if you need me."

In my lab I'm creating the parts, the collector, storage capacitor, lazar cannon, earth bound capacitor, converter, and distributor, through the summer we work like this, and she studies what I'm working on magically but what Fran is looking at is how these magical parts are put together and how to fabricate them, once classes begin her time like mine is limited, but the following week end after Fran starts working with me during the summer we go to Tahoe, flying up early Friday afternoon, have a suite at the Regency Hotel reserved for us, and once in our room, I tell Fran, "No shop talk this week end, from this point in time all we talk about is us, Tahoe, gambling, what's for dinner, and how long can we last fucking each night."

"Agreed, speaking of gambling have you."

"Nope, not once, let's give it a try."

"Ok, but I have and I never win." "You've never gambled with me near by, and I'm magical. Let's dress and go down."

So I dress in a long evening gown, my special magically up lift type in strapless, backless, in a V down to the crack of my ass, off center slit up to my thigh, 4 inch heels textured thigh high nylons, and no underwear, my tits standing proud, my long blond hair loosely draped over my shoulders, all in deep violet, including lipstick, eye shadow, and light blush, at the craps table until I figure out what the purpose is I do nothing, then after we're $500 in the red, I begin controlling the dice, and over the next 6 hours we rack up $30,000 so Fran asks, "Let's quit while we're so far ahead."

"Put it all on 26 black, 20 to 1." And we win, so I ask, "Fran, just once more, 17 red 50 to 1." And we win again, and just as we're exchanging our chips for cash and having it put in the casino's safe this large man tells us, "Mr, Giovanni would like to speak with you, please follow me."

In a very rich looking office this obvious mobster looking older man asks, "If you'll excuse us my boys are going to check you for bugs."

After they run a metal detector over us, he asks, "Ok, now tell me how you did it, two people who know nothing about gambling supposedly, have just won 30 million from me, I want to know how you managed that."

I speak up, "I do not remember seeing anything about limits here, beginners luck; certainly you can't do anything about this."

Poor Fran who is scared out of her wits, quietly says to me, "Shhhh, honey, don't you know who you're talking to."

So Giovanni says, "Good girl, keep your cunt quiet, now shits head tell me or my boys will beat it out of you."

So I speak up again, "We're leaving now, if you try to stop us that's unlawful imprisonment and I'll see you jailed for it, now call off your little boys before some one gets really upset in here. One guy reaches for me and get laid out cold, as I quickly move Fran to a corner, and cream the rest of them even before they can get their weapons out, then I walk over to Giovanni, grab his hair, and hold it tight, as I say, "We're going down stares, watch as our money is wired to our bank in LA, check out of our room, if any one tries to stop us, wherever you are you'll be the 1st to die. Francis darling let us leave this den of thieves."

As we walk down poor frightened now practically to death Fran, asks, "Where in hell did you ever learn to be so quick in martial arts."

"That's one thing I took time for."

Actually I don't know the 1st thing about it, but magically I can move faster than the eye can follow, everything goes well until we get close to the front door, and there is 5 men standing in front of it, so I walk up to them and say, "You'd better check on your boss, I believe he's just had a heart attack, and may not live."

One calls on his intercom, and says, "Let them go boys the boss is dying."

As we drive off in our rental Fran asks, "I'm totally confused, what just happened back there."

"Other than a lot of bullshit on their part, fate intervened in our behalf, other than that, nothing that I know of."

"Set closer."

She puts her arm around my shoulder and says, "If you are trying to get me to love you even more than I already do you're succeeding, this is a side of you, I never dreamed is there, you take on 5 thuds with no effort at all, show no fear in front of overwhelming odds...darling, you're amazing."

"All of that was ridiculous for a measly 30 million we have to be insulted like that, if I'd known we would have taken them for a hell of a lot more."

Unknown to me, until I see in Fran's mind, this bothered her far more than it had to, so once we're relocated in Reno, we do no more gambling and I spend most of our time giving her as much attention and sexual pleasure as I can, and for the most part get it out of her mind, the rest of our week ends are spent anywhere except where gambling is legal, but then one night as we're walking away from a play, a man jumps out in front of us and says, "Get back here in the alley...both of you, set in the pavement, strip your jewelry off."

He's too far way for me to jump him, so I cause him to have a massive heart attack, so suddenly he yells, drops the gun, grabs his heart and crumbles to the pavement, dead, Fran says, "What happened."

"I don't know let's get away from here now."

As we're driving home, Fran asks again, "What happened back there, why did he crumble like that."

"Fran darling I was there, and I saw the same thing, and I have no explanation either, aren't you happy whatever it was that it happened, other wise we would have lost all our money, and my diamond jewelry, my mother gave me this set, it's worth 1000s, I'm beginning to wonder if I should wear it any more, now please put your arms around me, because he frightened me too."

After we'd been going together steady for over a year one day in the lab as I'm trying to figure out how to fabricate a piece of the capacitor that will be on the satellite, I did not hear Fran come in so she's standing there watching me, and some times I talk out loud as I'm working and I say, "Come on you little bugger show me how you're put together."

And suddenly I hear, "You designed, and fabricated it, why don't you know."

As I turn toward her I see in her mind all the unusual things he's witnessed since we've been going together running through her mind, so I say, "Francis, my sweet darling, it is long past time for you to know the truth about who I really am, what I'm about to tell you no one knows but then you, and I, and if you truly love me as you tell me, and I see in your mind, you'll never speak of this to any one...oh...my god in heaven is this going to be difficult...I am a sorceress, or commonly known as a witch, I can create, alter and destroy matter, see into people's minds, and a million other things, I'd promised myself I'd never see into yours, but over this past year, things have happened that have troubled you ever since. I've created all the parts to what we are working on... now I must learn how to physically build them, I did not use it to win you, I haven't used it on you in any way, I swear...well except to prolong our sexual pleasure at times. The men in the casino...I simply moved faster than the eye can follow, the man who was going to rob us, I gave him a heart stack, not a serious one just enough for us to get away...I've been deceitful with you, and I can't blame you if you leave me."

"Darling...you really don't expect me to believe this, magic does not exist now truthfully have you stolen these designs from some one else, there must be some, what to you may be a terrible reason for you to tell me what you just did."

"What will it take for you to believe me."

"Well alright, a cigarette to calm your nerves would be abo..."

It appeared between her lips, and of course she dropped it, because her mouth dropped open, as poor shaking Francis stands in front of me, I come closer to hold her and she backs off saying, "No...don't touch me right now."

Fran bends down, picks up the cigarette, it's lit, takes a deep drag from it, weakly walks over to a chair, sets down, another drag, and he says, `it's real alright...ok...let's get practical, will you show me the completed solar power machine."

"Not only that I'll have it work for you so you can see it's real."

Then I tell her, "We're here alone, so cut the power to the lab, it's already hard wired to the power grid."

She turns off the power, and I start the solar energy machine, and the lab is lit. then she says, "No this is not a good test of what you think you possess, let's go outside."

After we're there he asks me, "I've always loved the 58 Mercedes flip up door coupes."

"What color."

"What difference does that make...white."

And Francis faints as one appears parked in front of her, so I kneel and bring her to, and ask, "Don't you want to see how it runs."

Shaking terribly, she weakly tells me, "I've got to have time to become used to this...possibly we should not see one another for a few days."

"There is nothing terrible about this, it has served me well. I must tell you this, because of my deep love for you, you must know that you cannot say anything about this, I will put a spell on you so if you try, it will not come out of your lips, you will not be able to write it, or type it, or give this information to any one in any way, for my own safety my precious darling, please Francis, do not let this spoil our relationship...for I'm so very deeply in love with you."

"I know I'm in love with you also, but I must be alone to think this out...never in my life have I ever considered this a possibility now I find myself in love with a witch."

"The auto, will you drive it."

"No."

She walks away to her car and drives off, as I cause the Mercedes to disappear. As sad as I am, I know she'll come back to me, so I do back to my work. But I can't concentrate wondering if I should cause her to just happily except it, forget it...oh...shit, what now..."

The next few days were torture for me, until finally she comes back to the lab, smiling, and says, "Please my dearest can you forgive me for my stupidity, this matter none in our relationship, once more it encourages me to know we will succeed, in fact we cannot not succeed, pardon the double negatives but my love is just too strong to let something as silly as magic interfere with us...although I have been wondering, you said to increase our pleasure when we've fucked, in what way."

"Only holding back our orgasms, so when I released us it would be more of an explosive experience."

"That's far too enjoyable to change, only one thing more, when you use it with us, please tell me."

"I'll just make it obvious, I need do nothing but possibly a wave of my hand or some silly words like alakazam."

"That's cute, yes, I like that, but you actually use it very little don't you, when you could live your whole life with it."

"Up to a point, what others see they must be able to rationalize away, too much magic and people begin doubting their existence, become frightened, and panic."

"Do you belong to some kind of witches group, is there a council, when you over step yourself does another come and give you a warning of some kind." "You've watched too much TV, to my knowledge, I've never seen or met another sorceress , I prefer that to witch, because I've never rode a broomstick in my life."

"Then how do you get from one place to another."

"Aspirate, I can be anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye."

"What about outer space."

"In the astral plain I can be on the moon if I want, or Venus."

"Astral plain...that's in the spirit world, right."

"More or less, yes. Please Francis, there are millions of questions you'll think of, let's spread them out some, for right now let me tell you, I haven't been able to work since you walked out that day."

"You didn't cause me to come back did you."

"No, I wouldn't do that, I want you, only if you want me, not by magic."

"When we fuck, some times you pass out from exhaustion, you could prevent that, why don't you."

"I enjoy deeply what you naturally do to me, the more Forceful you become, which causes me to weaken, the more love I have for you, and it's all natural." But over the next months Fran displayed a real sense of childishness about my magical abilities, like whenever we would start to go somewhere she'd say, "Why don't we just aspirate there, it's sure a hell of a lot faster, or when we were hungry and she'd say, "Just create something special for us, when we fucked she'd say, "Let's make this last half the night before we come honey, and on and on it went, until I begin to see in her mind I'm being used as her private witch, she wanted to smoke nothing but expensive cigarette, have magical hands washing her in the shower, a prick to fuck me, until the final thing happened one night when she says, "For tonight, create 2 other women, one to eat your ass and one for you to eat as I eat your cunt."

"What in the world is happening to you, why do we need 2 other women when we fuck, all I want is you."

"Come on baby, live a little."

So I put a spell on her until I figure out what to do, as I set there looking at Fran in the midst of my spell, a zombie with no will of it's own, I cause her to totally forget about my magical powers, taking her memories of us back to before we witnessed anything questionable, then woke her up by tongue fucking her twat, and it worked out nicely because we are back to our simple love affair. So back to work Pat and I went, along with all our assistants, and soon we had the prototype of the solar power generator ready to show the backers who will purchase the final plans and blue prints, they of course being power supply companies, the only magic I had to put into the showing of it was the amount of solar wind that bombarded the collection panels, and for our efforts the university, Pat and I collected $16 billion, Pat and I splitting 8 billion or 4 a piece, once it's neatly put in different banks, as Fran and I set talking I tell her, "I'm giving you one billion of what I got as my share of the sale, don't spend it all in one place."

"I can't except that, one billion dollars, my god darling what can I do with such a large amount of money."

"Buy an estate for yourself, a yacht, large enough to live on that's what I'm going to do, with a copter pad, so I can fly back and forth to my work."

"Other than teaching what else do you have to do."

"Now I can tell you what the university and Patricia and I have been planning from the beginning of this, build what we did, sell it for a fortune, and redesign a better one, and fund the manufacturing of it from what we have from that sale, our 1st thoughts were to build another large energy solar power plant, but then you gave us a far better idea, solar powered autos, trucks, pleasure crafts, ships, aircraft, and possibly even rockets for outer space, so now the real work begins, and you, my dearest are the front runner in this because it is something you have been working toward for years, within a few months from now you'll have your doctorate in quantum mechanics and I'm going to put you in change of design, Patty will continue in fabrication, I in lazar cannon design for sending the particles from, the collector grid to the capacitor to the converter, and into the drive mechanism but it is up to you to give us the designs for all this."

"Uvonda you're giving me far more credit then I deserve, and relaying on me to do something I have no background in."

"Francis, my love, none of us had any background in this, we dreamed it up as we went along, and many cases I do mean dreamed it up, because many of my ideas that ended up working came to me in dreams."

So as I find out how to build each part I magically created I telepathically transfer the thoughts to Fran so he can come back to me with the answer to our latest problem, all during this time Patty is hounding me to go out with her, not knowing that Francis and I have been going together now for 2 years, until one evening Fran pops the question, and as we're setting in her apartment making out, she slides off the couch and asks, "Uvonda will you marry me."

"Oh...Francis, how can I put this without hurting me, but I'm just too young to be married."

She drops her head and slowly says, "It's been 2 years darling, we've told one another of our love, what does your age got to do with it, especially since in every way you're far older then your physical age."

"Fran darling you wouldn't want me if I'm not totally commented the marrying you do you."

"Yes, what you do not feel now, you'll learn to love me enough to be my wife after we're married."

"You'll have to have more patience with me darling honest."

"Then I think we should go out with others, and see and realize that we are meant to be together, in fact possibly we both should date others for a few months, to be absolutely positive about your love for one another."

So I look into her mind and see, it's really her who wants out of this relationship. knowing I'd not wed her; so be it, and that's what we decide to do, so the next time Patty starts bugging me to go out with her, I stop her and say, "great, then, this Fri evening, pick me up around 6, we'll go dancing and have dinner." The nice thing is that no one knows about Francis and I going together at this time, not that a lot of people didn't know it but we were never seen together anywhere so nothing can be proven. Surprising me, the1st thing Patty asks is, "What happened between you and Fran that you gave in to going out with me tonight."

"Nothing really we just decided to go out with others for a while to be sure about our feelings toward each other." Deciding to let it be.

"I'm surprised in all this time she never asked you to marry her."

"I still am rather young to be considering marriage, but Pat may we talk about something else."

So we had an enjoyable evening and on the dance floor she proved to be an exultant dancer, resting her one hand just above one cheek of my ass, and holding me tightly, so I can feel the warmth of her twat against my thighs, my head resting on her shoulder and her breathing right in my ear, and every so often saying things like, "You know Uvonda, I've never gotten over my close and warm affection for you, and as she says these different sweet things I begin to relax and feel as though I'd like us to fuck before the night is over, so after we leave and are driving, when she asks, "Will you come to my apartment for a time before I take you home."

I smile as I reply, "Yes, Patty, I'll like that very much."

After we're there, she doesn't ask, just gets me a large glass of scotch and one for herself, lights us cigarettes and sets close to me on the couch and asks, "Since I've spent most of my life in study of my fields, this is one area I'm not accomplished at."

"To what are you referring to, Pat."

"You know, how does a woman go about getting another woman in the mood for intimate...whatever."

"You could try telling me sweet things about myself, as you hold me and kiss my lips warmly, Patty you're 19 now, are you telling me you've never dated a woman."

"Oh, yes, I've been out, but it was all rather platonic, with no more then a kiss good night."

"Finish your scotch and set back and relax, let me have control of what we're going to do now, when I wish you to react or respond in some way, I'll tell you what I want you to do...unless it comes to you naturally."

Once I got her tongue and fingers in my cunt, I began becoming overly sexually stimulated, as did Pat as I gave her something different by inhaling an impossible amount of cigarette smoke into my lung and slowly exhaling it as I cover her pussy and cause her to be even more stimulated, until we have explosive orgasms.

As we slowly recover from this hours long fucking spree Patty weakly says, "Uvonda you have convinced me to never want any one else again."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting another woman to fuck you, but surly you must enjoy me enough to want more of me especially after this."

Then as she lowers her head, shocking the shit out of me, as she tells me, "I have a very jealous lover who will knock me around once she hears about you and I." "Then let's go see her together, I promise you, she'll not lay a hand on you while I'm with you, and by the time I'm done with her, she'll never wish to hurt you again."

"We're not that close , why do you feel so open about it."

"But shit Patty, to allow yourself to be intimidated by some asshole mean ass dyke...that's silly, so if she ever comes here, call me and I'll set her straight on what your sexual preferences are."

"Did you really like my subjection to you."

"I enjoy sex, period, in whatever form it comes, even though I have a very limited amount of experience with it. But you my sweet are even more satisfying to me, so I'll fight to keep you for myself, and not let her have you more."

"She's very large and strong Uvonda."

"Even better, I hate taking advantage of small people, how did you ever get hooked up with her." "I made the mistake of going to a gay/les bar, where she picked me up, took me to her place, drugged me and raped me terribly threatening to kill me if I didn't submit to her whenever she called me...but my problem is, I enjoyed being threatened like that."

"The next time she calls for you, I will go in your stead, and when I'm done with her, she'll not bother you again, for there's nothing I hate any more than others praying on weaker persons."

I never got the chance to meet that bitch, and I'm not even sure why.

A week later enchanting myself to look at least 22, in another cross bar, this woman of 35-40 sets beside me and says, "I want to tell you up front, I just got the final papers on my divorce and you'll be the 1st other woman I've ever been with in 10 years, now with that said, may I buy you a drink...yours is running low."

"You can also light my cigarette."

After inhaling a deep drag and letting the smoke curl up over my face as I exhale it slowly, while saying, "She must have been blind, to let you go." "I divorced her, she is a tramp, caught her in bed with my best friend, and she admitted to having an affair with her over the last 3 years, dumb blind me." "Your name is."

"I'm sorry, I'm new at this, Cher Franks."

"Uvonda Dellacort, what do you do Cher."

"Among other things I own the South LA speed way."

"How very interesting, try to remind me to get back to that later, so since this new to both of us, why don't we go somewhere we can by alone."

"Just like that."

"I came in here to find a woman, you to find a woman, we've found what we're looking for, now let's be somewhere we can exploit what each of us have found."

"Holy shit, have women become this out spoken in the last 10 years."

"Probably not; but I am and also I do not have patience for small talk when we both have found who we're looking for. I'll follow you to your apartment."

"You got it, and I'll drive slow, you I do not want to lose."

"Believe me darling you will not lose me, now that you've found me."

Once at her apartment she nervously offers me a drink, and as I witness her hand shaking, I reach up and pull her down to me kissing her lips madly, and say, "You've got to be relaxed darling let me take care of that, set back, enjoy your drink, light a cigarette, and enjoy me."

Sliding off the couch, I pull up her skirt. I pull down her panties and feast on her pussy, driving her totally bonkers. After she recovers, tells me, "This can't be happening to me, I've never scored this good before I was married."

"Don't get over excited about this, I quite possibly could be one of a kind...or in a minority...for I'm what is referred to as an any of three orifice's nympho, I also love giving others tongue bathes, long hours of very slow tongue fucking, here honey, let me move you on your side, possibly you'd like to have your asshole tongue fucked."

"Haaa, save that till last, for I must kiss those lovely lips of yours."

By 2 AM she'd passed out on me, so I left a note with my cell number and went home, also getting hers.

Once back at the lab the next Monday afternoon, we're setting the engine in the custom made auto we had build at a fiberglass auto shop, set on a steel frame, after testing it on a stationery roller track, Pat and I take it out for a drive with some of the others following us, later after we're satisfied, we go to Dr. Phillips' office and ask, "The prototype of the economy car is outside, want to take a ride, we've already driven it over a 100 miles in the city."

Dr. Phillips is a large man is as he folds himself to get in it, Patty reminds him, "This is a small economy prototype, which also has our smallest engine in it." So we zip around the campus, then out of the freeway, and Dr, Phillips is totally impressed. Shortly after that a board meeting is held where the members of it talk over where we go from here, and between them they decide to rent one of the old empty manufacturing plants and began fabricating the machinery that will build this car, and wait until we see how well it's received before we go on to the next size up, after we all vote on it, then we hire a management search company, a realtor, and hire shops to do the machine work, and although we tried to keep this quiet, of course the auto industry got news of what we are doing and sent some reps out to see Dr. Phillips and the board, and told them, "Gentlemen, you do realize there is no way this solar powered auto of ours will ever go into production, we will do whatever we need to, to block any manufacturing and selling of these autos."

So Dr. Phillips tells them, "That sounds very close to a threat, I do pray that you are not threatening us."

"Oh, no sir that is a promise."

"Well then we have nothing more to talk over, we intend to proceed and you believe you can stop us, pardon the pun, but let the best company win." Although I didn't have any right to say anything during that meeting because it is all out of my hands now, but now that it's over I can get to work blocking whatever they try to do to interfere with our manufacturing and selling of solar powered autos, so what happens is every time they try to run an ad about the pit falls of solar power, some how it some out making us look good, radio and TV commercials end up the same way and the auto industry begins law suits against the ones who published the wrong writings, and hardly before they even get started they've got so many law suits and against so many different papers, Radio and TV stations, the ads against us, we get lost in the shuffle, but as for the three of us, we're working on pleasure yachts and aircraft, Fran has given up on me, sees me going out with Patty, and I purposely went somewhere she'd be one night, with another woman, and pretended not to see her.

However it gets in my mind; but I decide to see if I'll enjoy males as much as I do women, and easily found one.

His name is Tom Watson, and I meet him at the gym, as I'm running the track when he's suddenly running beside me, and asks, "I don't remember seeing you here before."

"We must be slipping in when the other of us isn't here, because I do come here often. So we ran around a few more times, and then I stopped as I said, "This is my 30th time around, I quit."

"Any possibility I can buy you a drink, now that you're done here."

The great thing about running on a track is that no one wears much clothing, I have a Halter and hip hugger shorts, and he just has shorts, and a T, so after looking him over, I smile and reply, "Yes, thank you." After we shower, I follow him to a bar where there is no dress code, because we're still in shorts, and tops, just a clean set, just my basic permanent make up, and my hair in a pony tail, so once we're seated he says, "Have you realized yet we haven't given one another our names, I'm Tom Watson."

"Uvonda Dellacort."

"Dellacort, I know, it's French, but Uvonda, this name I'm not familiar with."

"So my parents tell me, on the Caribbean islands before the white man came there were a group of people called Carobs, in their language, Uvonda means, found beauty."

"Then you're very well named, because I found you and you are a beauty, but you're certainly not of native decent, all of you is far too Caucasian especially your skin color." "As impossible as it sounds, I am half Carob, and French." "Then we have our nationality some what in common, for I'm native American and French."

"No wonder you are so devastatingly handsome."

"With a word change, you just stole my line, my thought about you is Devastatingly irresistible."

"Thank you kind sir, what a nice thing to say, how irresistible."

"To be terribly blunt, will you consider coming to my apartment when we leave here."

"I do not consider that blunt, but to the point, and my answer is yes."

"Alright let me take this one step further, how do you know I'm a safe person to be with, after all I might be a rapist."

"I have complete confidence in my abilities to defend myself, if you were, but you're not."

"You say that with such confidence, how do you know that for sure."

"This is what I see as I look into your eyes, once at your apartment, we'll have another drink, a cigarette, at which time you'll make your move and kiss me, as you're kissing me, you'll casually move your hand over my breasts, and lower my halter, shortly after you'll put my hand on your bulging prick, our shorts will come off and we'll give one another oral sex, until you're ready to fuck me, and so on."

"That's spooky...can you read minds."

"No, I only know what I'm going to do, whether you make the move or not, I will, for you see, I didn't say whose idea that all was, just that it will happen that way."

"I have a request, will you wal..."

"Walk in front of you because that bulge will show as we leave and it will embarrass you, of course, especially since we're leaving now."

"Now I know you can read my mind, because you can't see me there from where you're setting."

"Again if that were true, just think how simple the next few hours would be, I'm only speaking of the predictable now, from here on the ball is in your court and I'm flying blind."

So once we out side he tells me, "Just follow me, it's not far."

After we get there, Tom does as I said he would, except that my cock sucking is so satisfying to him, he ejaculates between my lips, and as I lazily lift my head and look back at him, he says, "I've just never had any one actually swallow my cock and hold it deep in your throat, I just didn't have the will power to have you stop."

"I want to thank you for that ever so sweet cream you gave me, I knew your semen would be sweet and creamy, because you are so adorably sweet, now that our immediate needs are pacified, may we learn more about one another." "I felt your climaxes, you really become orgasmic quickly didn't you."

"And some times I stay that way far too long."

"That I'll enjoy very much, for most women can't last long enough for me to be fully satisfied."

"Then if I may let me stay down here where I can keep your prick interested...how tell me Tom, where do you work."

"I just won the amateur US golf tournament and I'm going pro this fall, I have high hopes for my ability...and luck naturally."

"How wonderfully interesting where do you play 1st."

"Pebble Beach, actually next month the 15th-18th, any chance you like watching golf."

"I've never looked into it, but now since I've met you, I think I will."

"Just that simple, and you'll actually come and see me play."

"Sure, why not, now, Tom please darling I need much more of you."

For hours he fucked me, breaking for a cigarette or drink, but leaving his precious prick deep inside me during these stops, and during one he tells me, "Uvonda you are so very easy to fall in love with."

"Then do, please do so, for what else is there between two people but love, warmth, caring, need and satisfaction in one another's nearness."

"Then you feel the same."

"Turning on my witchery I tell Tom, "No darling, but I need you to be in love with me, and to work diligently to win mine for you."

"That will be a pleasure doing."

Then we continue to actively fuck ourselves into delirium, fulfillment and satisfaction. So the next week end we go out golfing, me of course never having played, just kind of was there, and as I watch Tom play, I realize he is an exultant golfer, but when the tournament comes I see he gets nervous and partly freezes, which is understandable playing with these champions from years past, so I determine to cheat for him and keep him just 10 strokes behind the leader, when actually he's be 20-30 strokes behind, then going into the last day, I give him a hole in one on the 1st green, which wins him a $1000 bonus, and puts him 4 strokes behind the leader, so with each hole I cause him to advance one, until we're at the final hole, where I give him another hole in one, which rewards him another $2000 bonus, and he takes the tournament, and wins $375,000, and best of all is written up in the newspapers, magazines, golf digest, and is an instant celebrity for this being his 1st pro tournament, during it he'd come to me after his 1st hole in one and asks me, "Uvonda, kiss my golf ball, got luck."

I can't tell him what I'd rather kiss so I just do, as every one in the gallery cheers and claps, and that's the same ball that won it, so at an exclusive club that evening he asks, "You brought me impossible luck today, is there any chance you can come to all my tournaments this year."

"I will try, but my work is such that I must be there during important construction and testing times."

"Of course, how selfish of me, I've been so involved in what I'm doing I even forgot what it is you do."

"No, darling even worse than that, you never asked...I teach a class at UCLA, from a text book I wrote, on lazar particle acceleration, directional control and how it fits into the design and practical application of solar wind and how it can be used for energy here on earth, as well as Dr, Carpenter, Francis Pitman, I and our team built the 1st solar powered collector, converter and distributor for harnessing the awesome power of solar wind to be used for electrical energy here on earth, we since have built, are manufacturing and selling solar powered autos, and working in to pleasure yachts and aircraft, I'd like very much to give you one of our autos and have you give us your recommendation for them, you now being the hottest sportsman in America." "Wow, I get a free car and all I have to do is give it my recommendation."

"A truthful recommendation darling, not just because I gave you the car."

"Not without you being at all my tournaments."

"Done, I'll find a way to be at every one."

"And will you kiss my ball."

"Only if I can also kiss your lips."

"I can handle that well enough, can you work it so we drive to each one in this super car you're giving me."

"Tom that will not be practical, some of these are in England, and other from one end of the country to the other, driving will take all of your time getting there."

"Then whenever we can, without it looking ridiculous to others...how many degrees do you have behind your name." An MS, BS, and 5 doctorate, working on my 6th, Rocket propulsion, from then on I'll most likely be learning from text books I've written because I've gone past known knowledge in many areas of this study."

We spend a nice quiet evening and the next day Tom goes looking for who I really am, since he'd been rather reoccupied with himself, now he learns who I am, the sweet young girl he's been dating for the last few months, turns out to be one of 3 who actually know what to do with solar wind, and the only person on earth who fully understands all that can be done with it, speed reader, 100% recall, photographic memory, above 200 IQ, and the 1st woman to have her doctorate at 14, 15 articles published and a book promised for next spring, so the next time we're together he sheepishly asks, "Why didn't you tell me you are a super genius."

"Does that have anything to do with our intimacy and closeness, making out and you fucking me, and best of all now you know me, and this will not cause you to be intimidated by me, at least no more than I am over your magnificent abilities on the golf course, you were nervous going into that 1st tournament, my being with you helped you relax, your next one will be much easier now." Tom's next tournament was easier, and I hardly had to help him at all, it's then I determine to make him the high money maker of this years tournaments, and all I had to do was cause either curve or straighten certain shots out to do it, and just for the fun of it, give him at least one hole in one per game, which is impossible in itself, but who can argue with what they see happen. Close to the end of the season as we're setting in a hotel room after we'd had dinner Tom asks me, "Uvonda, will you marry me."

As he holds up this gorgeously lovely engagement ring, "I'm the high money maker this year, and I'm just beginning, you're certainly not marrying poor, besides my winnings my family is very wealthy."

"Tom my dearest darling you know I have neglected my work this year to be with you, I cannot continue doing this, I must get back to it, so next year we will not be together near as much as we are this year."

"That's not an answer, that's an evasion, so I'll ask again, Uvonda my precious darling will you marry me."

Deciding to let nature take its course with us being apart most of next year, I smilingly reply, "Yes, Thomas my darling love, I will marry you."

Also I do not need him to have any discouragements now, "But I do want a long engagement."

"Most assuredly at least 2-3 years so I know I'm going to stay on top."

Then once golf season is over, I go back to UCLA, my class, where I find I was missed terribly and the lab where I find they hadn't made much head way since I left, and so I dig into both of them, but the 1st day back as I walk toward my car, which of course is one of our solar powered autos, Tom is waiting for me and asks, "Is this one of the solar cars too."

"Yes, but this is the economy size, the one you're driving is a prototype of our luxury model."

"Whenever you're ready, I've got great things to say about this auto, especially that it never needs refueling. Or oil, grease, it seems the be perpetual...which is impossible isn't it."

"That my love is why we're having such a rough time promoting it, the gas companies and auto manufacturing companies sure do not want something like this on the roads...I'll set it up with our publicity dept. , and let you know as to when we can tape a commercial, so where are you off to now."

"I'll follow you have so you can change, then we're going out to dinner."

"I've got a better idea, I'll fix us diner at my place, my mom is gone until tomorrow afternoon, if you want you can stay the night."

"I'll never pass up an offer like this, let's go."

Once home, I tell Tom, "Now you stay right here in the living room, I'll put everything on and be right out."

After I get Tom a drink and cigarette, I go in the kitchen and instruct the food as to what I want and how well done, and come out, and say, "I'm going to my bedroom and put on something comfortable."

"May I tag along and watch."

"I'll give you one of my father's robes if you wish to be comfortable too, possibly get in a quick deep throat cock sucking as we do."

"Don't you have to watch dinner so it doesn't over cook."

"No, my kitchen is magical, it knows when dinner's done and calls me."

"Oh, cute girl, if only we could have one like that."

"Let's expand our imagination, what if we could, could you settle for using magic only when necessary, or occasionally for fun, how would you limit yourself so you would not have to try to explain the impossible away." "Interesting game, well. Wow...I never really thought of that...if you or I possessed magical abilities, how would we use it, to make sure it would not be found out...well one thing for sure, I'd casually use it on the golf course, so I wouldn't have to wonder if I'm going to win and by how much."

"Tom, that's cheating."

"Uvonda my dearest, any one who had that ability would use it, of course I wouldn't win every one, but enough to make me the years champion."

"What about money, houses, Yachts, aircraft, clothing, like all designer suites and shoes."

"That would take some thinking about, if I did too much, how could I explain it to others, but travel would be great, just be there, and give myself enough time to get there before whose who are waiting for me, see me...oh...ooohhh...self protection, no one would ever rob me again, or beat me up, my dry cleaning bill would stop, I'd never wash my clothes, meals would fix themselves."

"Oh, wow, thank for reminding me, I've got to get in the kitchen, wait here darling we owe one another some oral sex before dinner, to work up an appetite."

"I'll spread out on your bed nude, and diddle with myself so it's nice and hard for you."

So after I put the food in the warmer, and I get back we make out for a while, before we reverse and drive one another wild with our tongues, lips and fingers, suddenly Tom stops, raises his head off my pussy as he says, "And I'd do something to cause our climaxes to be held off until we were going crazy insane, that way my ejaculation and your orgasms would be super explosions...wouldn't that be just the greatest experience ever."

"Are you sure you've never put any thought into this before now...you seem to have a lot of good ideas as to what you'd do with it."

"This last one comes to my mind every time we do oral sex or fuck, I dream of lasting forever, I never have before, but with you, fucking and any kind of sex is so exciting I want it to last far longer than it does." So after we've expended our energies, we go down and I serve dinner, once we're done and setting there nursing a drink and cigarette, Tom asks, "you must have put thought into being magical yourself, to bring it up as you did."

"Most assuredly, with the type of work I'm involved with, a miracle or two along the way would have cut our design time by days, possibly months."

"It's easy enough to say I'll do this, or do that, but if it were actually dropped on me, who knows how crazy I might become."

"That would be the time to remember that with great power, comes great responsibility."

"True enough but you know human nature, any of us would go crazy, get caught, and locked somewhere while doctors and scientist experimented on us."

"Not really you could become some one else, complete with records to prove who you are."

"Now you're getting me curious are you beating around the bush to tell me you're a witch."

"Witch is such a terrible word, sorceress is much better, the stereotype that others have put on witches, is a people who rides a broomstick, and has a long crocked nose, and as you see I have neither."

"May we come back down to reality where each of us has to actually do something to make it happen."

"Or for every action there is an equal reaction."

"Right, like now."

And he puts his toes between my legs and diddles my twat with them, and I jump, squeal and begin becoming orgasmic, especially since we're all but naked, as I tell Tom, "We'll end up fucking right here on the kitchen floor at this rate."

"Then we'd better get to your bedroom, for all this talking about magic in sex has gotten me hornier then ever."

After a few months Tom leaves for the tour and I naturally have to stay at UCLA to work on the different designs of autos we're going to put into production. Then one day Patty comes in my lab and tells me, "I've successfully put a solar engine in a small aircraft, want to take a ride."

"You bet I do."

Once in the plane and off the ground, Pat says, "Another engagement ring...Tom Watson, good catch, think this one will take."

"No, not really, but I couldn't turn him down just before he goes off on a golf tour, but a handsome man like he is, will surely meet some lovely woman while he's gone."

"What happened with you and Fran."

"She realized the futility in trying to corral me and took back her ring, we're still close but not dating, I really hadn't been out with any men Patty, but then I'm still young...changing the subject, this engine is so quiet, are you sure it's running."

"huh...you're right it isn't, let me start it again, so it started and off we went, but of course that's a problem, and poor Patty has to find out why it quit like that."

After a few months a picture is in the papers with Tim and some gorgeous blond walking in to a night club, him being the leader in the tournament, and later that day he calls me, and tells me, "The picture you saw in the papers was only for publicity, but the young lady had other things in mind...I'm so sorry Uvonda, I slept with her that night, ca..."

"Naturally I can over look that, she is very lovely, and after all we are on different coasts, just try to keep it together after this, and we'll never speak of it again."

But soon he is out with another young lovely lady, and slept with her, this I know because I'm spying on him, so when she calls this time I just tell Tom, "It was a wonderfully satisfying relationship, for me at least, when you get back I'll give you the ring, let's continue to be friends, for I would enjoy going out with you again."

"So then he cries all over himself because of my understanding, just what I wanted him to do and react to my sadness, yet pleasant way of saying good bye."

The big 3 give up trying to stop us and our sales of solar cars, then predicting the cars will never really make a bent in their sales, but the few 100 thousand we're selling per month has to be taking business away from some one, with 7 models out, ranging from $150,000-$9000, we're doing great especially since the $150,000 model has everything a super sized Mercedes or Rolls has, and sells for 1000s less, mainly because of the simplicity of the engine. One later afternoon as I'm setting in my room having a smoke and reading up on metallurgy because that's what Patty came up with about the engine in the aircraft, mom knocks on my door and tells me, "You'll never guess who is down stares and wants you to go out with them."

"Ok, I'll bit, who."

"3 of your high school friends, Sally Kidman, Francis Worth, Annette Hilsinger."

" OH...WOW!!!," I scream, "Great can they come up."

Once they do, after hugs and kisses I ask, "After so long a time, where have you been all this time."

So Sally tells me, "fighting through collage and nursing school, just so happens we work at LA central, where your father works, he told us you are still much of a loner, so we came over to show you a hell of a wild night."

"Gosh guys, that is so nice of you, sure I'll go with you, where are we going." "Country/western club, the Ranch House, got any western clothes."

"Sure do."

As I change Annette says, "Well honey, you sure have filled out nicely...last time we saw you, you were little more than a fence pole."

"No more, now I've got tits to brag about, and as you see they're nice and firm." so Fran says, "As are your buns baby, how do you keep the men at bay."

"I don't circulate much, too busy at work."

Sally then asks, "So what do you do."

"I'm an instructor at UCLA."

"Did you go into that stuff we never did understand."

"Yes, neck deep, but no shop talk, not tonight, we haven't been out in what...7 years, and then to a teen club."

After I'm dressed Annette says, "Well your style has changed, a mini denim skirt and bare mid drift top...that's pretty sexy kid."

"I've learned to go after the jugular."

So once there, we hardly get set down before we're on the dance floor with different men, and mine is a gruff looking mid 30s looking man, who tells me as we're dancing, "I'm a construction crew chief, we're putting up the Towers Building down town now. Name's Cliff Walker."

"How fascinating, then you're a steal worker, must be because that's all there is of it so far, and you're muscular enough to have put it up alone."

"Thank you little lady, and as such I like my women with meat on them, so I have something to hang on to." "that's one thing I don't have, weight."

"Don't be silly, what do you weigh, 125."

"No actually quite a bit less, but I'm muscular and have a tight body, just feel the cheeks of my ass and you'll see what I mean." As he does, I jump and sigh, so he says, "I like this, nice tight buns, how bout your tits, are they as firm." "Figure it out for yourself, I'm not wearing a bra."

"Well now, you came prepared to be stripped didn't you."

"I do believe in being prepared for whatever situation I find myself in, are you thinking of stripping me."

"You sure are a brazen little cunt, are you always so forward."

"You may refer to me as Brazen, I just refuse to talk around a subject that is obviously going to transpire once a man and woman set their course in that direction, and I know you have in mind to fuck me later tonight."

Just then Sally is next to us and asks, "We're splitting up Uvonda honey, each of us has find a man, how are you doing."

Cliff speaks up with, " The little lady and I are leaving now."

So in his car, as we're driving he puts his arm over my shoulder and harshly pulls me close to him and, feels my one tit, and says, "You're right, they are firm and tight."

"As is all of me Cliff."

"I should have told you this before we left the bar, but I'm not a gentle lover, most women don't like the way I make love."

"If you intend to make love to me, I will not care for it either, but if you're going to fuck the piss and shit out of me, I'll adore you for doing it, I'm not a pansy Cliff, I don't date much and the reason is most men aren't manly enough for me."

"Well then honey I do believe we understand one another completely."

Once we get there he begins undressing so I do too, once we naked, I lay down on the bed and hold out my arms for him, a long session of making out is followed by a harsh and forceful fucking from him, creating umpteen orgasms in my body and giving poor Cliff one hell of a wild ride, then he flips me on my belly and fucks my pussy from behind, as he does, he whispers in my ear, "Hold on to the bed posts honey, I'm going to ram it up your ass now."

During the time he's fucking my ass, I literally buck him out of my saddle, and as he lands on the bed next to me, he says, "Holy mother of god, you such are a wild piece of ass if there ever was one, here baby, let me hang on tighter." Much later after poor Cliff had blown his load in an explosive ejaculation in my ass, he weakly tells me, "Now you're more of the kind of woman I have been looking for, do you know how hard it is to find women who aren't afraid of a little pain along with their being fucked."

"This you call painful, Cliff darling you are as light as a feather when you fucked me, and so wonderfully satisfying also, more of you, I can easily take." "If that's the case how bout a real date next Friday evening."

"Can you make it Sat, I'm busy Fri night."

"I imagine you are, they must be standing in line just waiting to knock off a piece of this irresistibly tempting and passion filled lovely ass of yours."

"I almost wish that were true, but I have a facility meeting to attend Fri evening."

"A facility meeting, I never asked what do you do, when you're not seducing poor unsuspecting men like me."

"I teach at UCLA."

"All this passion and you're an instructor at a collage too, what do you teach." "Well it's a course I wrote, on Lazar particle acceleration, directional control and how it fits into the design and practical application of solar wind and how it can be used for energy here on earth. Possibly you've heard of the new solar powered automobiles that have been selling for a few months now."

"Sure have, and I'm interested in getting one, less fossil fuels used in cars the cleaner our air is, what does that have to do with you." "Another Dr. of Quantum Mechanics and myself designed and built the engine that powers those cars."

"You have a doctorate in what."

"A few of them, in Mechanical, electrical, metallurgy, astro-physics, and quantum Mechanics, but don't let all this scare you away what it really means is I didn't have time to date any one until about 2 years ago, before that I was very busy studying."

By the look on his face, I knew he was wondering why I picked him to fuck me, so I quickly say, "Remember Cliff that is only my livelihood , it has nothing to do with who I really am, so please do not allow yourself to become intimidated by all that, outside the collage it's worth very little, so why haven't you gotten one yet."

"No reason, just haven't gotten around to it."

"Then let me find the perfect solar car for you and deliver it to you where you're now working, you will want a nice large one will you not, and fully loaded with everything, so I'll pick you up at your apartment next sat evening around 5 PM, and have it all signed over to you, how's that, all I ask is that after a few 1000 miles of driving it you make a statement for Radio and TV telling the rest of America what you think about the solar car."

"I've got to know if I can afford it 1st."

"It'll be written off as advertisement. Now you can beat that with a stick, all I'll need is your ok that you'll make a commercial praising the car for it's power, speed, excel ration, and economy."

"Done deal, how can I pass up a deal like this, but where do you fit into all this.":

"You please me very much, and as long as I satisfy you sexually, I'm yours, until you tire of me, not exclusively but whenever we both are free."

"I think I just made the deal of the century, tied in with the fuck of the century."

"Now my precious, I must have that luscious cock of yours between my lips, and leave it there even after you ejaculate."

"Honey, I was amazed you can take it in your ass, you'll never get it in your mouth."

"Between my lips, through my mouth and down my throat, for what will be the best blow job you'll ever experience."

As I give Cliff the full treatment and hold back his ejaculation until he's becoming unglued in lust and wild passion, then I release him and he does explode between my lips, the 1st sprit being so powerful it hurt as it hit the back of my mouth."

The next morning I wake up before Cliff and make breakfast for us, and we have it on the bed, then he takes me home, and mom asks, "Another different man who is this one."

"A gentle giant that I was fortunate enough to be picked up by at the Trocadaro last night."

So daddy tells me, "You've been lucky for far darling, men picking you up out of bars can be dangerous."

The next week end at a club called The Wayside Inn, as I'm dancing with this really great looking guy he asks, "How difficult will it be for me to seduce you into coming to my apartment soon."

"Oh...are you seducing me, I thought I was seducing you, but either way...not difficult at all, providing you have some good scotch and cigars, although I don't smoke them in public, I do love a good cigar." "How's Cuban and single malt, double barrel scotch sound."

"My mouth is watering already, for those and other more interesting things to be in it."

So soon we're there and setting on the couch drinking, Fritz taking no chances and loading my scotch, so by the time I finish the 2nd one, I'm damn near looped and silly drunk, so he undresses us and lays me on the bed and starts diddling my pussy and tits, but not kissing my lips, until I grab his head and force a kiss from him, at which time he slaps me a few times across my face as he says, "Hay cunt, I don't kiss sluts who are going to suck my cock, now get between my legs and blow me."

Not so drunk I can't do some magic, so inhaling an impossible amount of cigar smoke, I do blow directly into his cock, which blows up his balls, scrotum and urinary bladder, and hurts like hell, so he says, "You mother fucking slut, what have you done to me."

"1st of all, I'm not a slut, 2nd your bladder, scrotum and balls are now full of cigar smoke, which will take some time to get out of them, long enough for me to dress and leave, after this be careful what you ask for."

A few days later daddy is telling mom and I about this man who some how got his bladder, balls and scrotum filled with Cigar smoke, he says from a whore who actually blew it in there, and now he has a terrible infection in them, and will be hospitalized for weeks,, while they get the smoke out of them and cure the infection, and we all bust a gut laughing over it, especially me, so I ask, "How in the world can cigar smoke get into those parts of a human."

"That's the mystery, there is no way, even if a catheter was used it would only fill his bladder, how it got in his balls and scrotum is a real mystery. Then one night while I was bar hoping I came upon a place where a lot of police hang out, and as I'm setting at the bar this woman comes over and says, "I'm Billie Crawford, assistant state attorney, and you are."

"Uvonda Dellacort, Professor at UCLA." "You sure don't look like a bone head." "Bone head, is that what others call doctorates who teach at universities, gee, I've never thought of myself as a bone head."

"Well you know what others think of attorneys, we're supposed to be the worse kind of human alive...especially prosecuting attorneys, so what field are you in at the collage."

"Solar wind and how we can channel it and convert it into electrical energy for use here on earth."

"Then you're the genius who works with Patty Carpenter in solar energy for autos, having already put solar power to use in commercial buildings, like West Coast Power is now using."

"Guilty as charged, that was our 1st venture, autos is our present quest, and doing quite well so far."

"I know, I drive one of your inventions myself, and it is simply impossible to explain how it goes, seemingly forever, and never needs refueling."

"Actually it's being refueled daily, whether you're driving it or not."

"The salesman gave me a simplified explanation of how it works, can we spend some time tonight while you explain further."

"Is that before, or after you get me in the sack."

"Did I give you any indications that I have that in mind."

"More than you'll ever know or realize, but that's alright, because I wouldn't be here if I wasn't interested in getting in the sack with some one."

"Uvonda you take all the fun out of the game, I like playing cat and mouse." "Not the ones I know, they appreciate my directness, now be truthful, you do too, because at least now we can relax, with the knowledge that we will fuck, how many times do you last before the nights over."

"Holy shit, loveliness, gorgeous body, irresistible lips, and an open mind toward sex, you bet your sweet ass I do."

"So tell me what do you want to know about that car you drive."

"Simply how does it go, what causes the wheels to push it down the road."

"The whole body is collection plates that collect solar wind, which is stored in the capacitor, slowly fed into the converter, and shot from there through a lazar gun, to the turbine which causes the wheels to turn, once you put it in drive, once full the capacitor stays full, so if you drive all night, the solar wind being much less at night, you'll not lose power, very few moving parts, practically no oil needed for lubrication, the whole engine closed tight, so no dirt can get in to wear out parts, and we have teams driving autos back and forth around North and central America, Canada and Mexico included, in an attempt to put a few million miles on one, to see if anything develops, 4 wheel drive, posa-traction on all 4 wheels, they'll be going through snow, ice, desert, up mountains most every type of terrain, these cars are built so you can add an extension to the exhaust and drive it through water, as high as the exhaust is high, virtually under water if you wish, and the only exhaust you get is heat. The auto, aircraft and boat seems easy, the rocket...well we've got some things to over come there...now, I'm done, tell me about your work and how you go about knowing if some one is guilty and your verbal attack to prove that."

After Billie takes me through it all and I see how impossible it all sounds unless one can read their minds as I can, I tells her, "There are far too many variables, how can you ever be sure you've got the right person in jail, unless they confess, no, I'll stick with science, it's dogmatic."

By now it's later, so Billie asks, "Since you're driving follow me to my apartment, is that alright with you."

Once there and we have our drinks and smokes, she asks me, "So you figure every woman you go home with will fuck you."

"No, there have been times, after we'd gotten to her place, I find she's a pussy, at which time I leave, in fact I just had one a few weeks ago, I didn't realize what kind of person she was until we were at her home, where her true colors began to show, and I am quite capable of taking care of myself, and another if I need to, so she stayed, and I took a cab home."

"May I ask what she did, so I don't make the same mistake."

"She turned aggressively domineering, hurtful in language and physically, so as she forced me between her legs to tongue fuck her, I inhaled deeply filled her bladder full of cigar smoke, it must have been painful, because that took all the fight out of her, she later was in the emergency room and spent a few days there until they figured out how to get it out of her bladder. I was surprised I'd missed that before we got to her place...but isn't there something you desperately want to do to me...or for me."

We undress then she begins licking and kissing my body, ending with my pussy between her lips, until she witnesses a few roaring orgasms from me, then slides up my body reverses so I can eat her too. As on and on she continues until I'm a babbling mass of euphorically delirious weakened woman who cannot even talk, but moans incoherently, until with a yell she cums again, as my orgasm peaks out as a smashing climax, and I faint, as she falls on my body gasping for her breath, shortly I awake, and see poor Billie is asleep, or passed out, so I cuddle close to her and fall back to sleep myself. As I wake up again, it's morning, the sun is up, the Billie is standing next to the bed with our breakfast, leans down and kisses my lips, then says, "We're a good pare, we both passed out...possibly too much hyperventilating and fatigue...you think."

"Words fail me in trying to tell you how glorious you were last night...simply superb."

"I feel the same way, it'll take years to become used to you."

"Lucky you, I wonder if I'd ever get used to you."

"Let's get some food in us darling, possibly we'll feel like moving then."

After we're done and setting having a cigarette and coffee, she asks me, "Are you seeing any one regularly."

"No, I like variety too much to stay with one woman very long."

"Then do I have a chance of seeing you again."

"Certainly...we can make date now for some time later, and/or you can call me and see if I'm open for s certain night. I have to tell you love, it would not be fair to you for me to tell you we can go together, not after one night, possibly after a few dates I may feel differently, but now, as much as I loved everything you do to me, I just can't in all fairness tell you, I'll be true to you, although I don't like the term, I'm more of a bar fly now then any one who you can trust, I'm still young and enjoy the conquest of new blood...or really a new pussy." "I'm going to pursue you, actively pursue you, because you are the woman I want to share the rest of my life with."

"I will not discourage you from pursing me, nor will I ask you not to, for it makes me feel secure when a women is after me to go out with her and as I said, you have a better than average chance of winning me, because of you being such a wonderfully fulfilling lover, pleasant to be with, funny, and so very attractive...but honey, it's getting on in the day and I must be going home to work on my lab projects."

So as we park in front of the house, she pulls me close and kisses my lips, pressing hard and moving her tongue in my mouth creating lustfulness within me, pulling away she says, "Think about that kiss, between now and when I call."

Almost dizzy from it I reply, "How can I not think on it."

In the house daddy asks me, "Are you running a marathon to see how many different ones you can hook in a year."

"It would seem so, they sure do reel in easily, and silly me, the next week end I'm back out looking for another fish to fry, but I decide to take a different approach with this one, and as she sets beside me and says, "A lovely woman like you should not be alone."

"Isn't it nice you came along, now I'm not."

"The name's Philima Ross, I'm a industrial design engineer, work for Patterson and Assoc. and you are."

"Angelique Bordeaux, I'm a science teacher."

"Could I interest you in dancing with me."

"Yes, I love to dance."