Chapter 1

Attack in the Night

The small New England Town of McCarthy Massachusetts

was your typical small suburbia. It laid in some rolling hills along a busy interstate that kept the tourist trade alive to come and explore its shops and cafés and it's local "home town" New England culture. It was a friendly place and the people welcomed the tourists and the quant life they had come to know and love.

One of these people was a man named Tim Smith. Tim was a 20 something guy, non-married, who worked at the local coffee café as a coffee barista. (He made the coffee)He also was your typical home town guy He couldn't say his Rs like most born and bred people from Massachusetts. He was chubby with a handsome face. He was happy and friendly but pretty much nondescript in the eyes of the world.

Tim went about his day as always but he carried a secret that smolders in him just under the surface. He greeted his customers warmly but like the rest of us couldn't figure out why a 280 pound woman would insist on a decaf nonfat soy latte. What was the point?

Tim loved to watch his customers trying to size them up to see if the matched there drink orders. There was the pretty women who showed just enough cleavage to make you wonder what else was in there besides their tits. They typically would orders lattes or chai tea. The women who dressed like hookers with their tight shirts that showed their nipples, then the women who should just use the drive through because they thought they were gorgeous but had obviously never seen themselves in a mirror. He would fill their coffee orders and lust after the ones that caught his attention.

The men were a little more discrete to a degree. There were the preppy types that came in well groomed in there Dockers and polo shirts with their muscles just noticeable under the fabric; they would order hot chocolate or an iced coffee of some kind. The jocks with their tight clothes that showed themselves to the point of why wearing clothes, muscular guys that showed the outline of a penis in their pants and shirts that left nothing to the imagination. They liked ice coffees mostly but on occasion you would get a nonfat mocha and a big smile with a wink out of one of them. Tim liked looking at them too. Then there were the truckers and lumberjack types that came in with their body hair showing over their shirts or the ones who unbuttoned their shirts just enough to show off their hairy muscular chests. A few of them would wear tight jeans which everyone behind the counter including Tim appreciated. They tended to want their coffee black, maybe with some sugar. They were chubby guys that didn't care what they showed off they were comfortable with themselves and didn't give a shit whatpeople thought. These guys were the bearish type guys that were hairy and chubby and resembled Tim's own body type and build. They dressed for comfort, jeans and shirts that were openly buttoned daring you to touch their fur to see what happened next. They ordered whatever they wanted. They got whip cream in their beards and laughed about it. Tim secretly wanted to be more like those guys and they aroused him more than any other customer.

Tim was bisexual for lack of a better term. He had had sex with a couple of girls but wasn't really sure what he was doing. He got off when he was with them but wondered if that was it. He had been with a couple of men also but was even more confused about them. What's up with this whole top and bottom thing? How do you decide who fucks who. Is it first cum first serve? He liked sex with guys but had more questions. There were also girls that made him hot. He preferred jacking off at home where he wasn't so confused.

One stormy spring night after having hot sex with himself he was cleaning up in the shower. Suddenly a stray bolt of lightning came through the window sticking him in the back. It knocked him out of the shower onto the floor unconscious. Fortunately Tim's mom heard the noise and called 911. He woke up in the hospital 2 hours later.

"You are a lucky young man." The Doctor said

"What happened?" Tim asked

"You were struck by a bolt of lightning" the doctor said

Oh lucky fucking me Tim thought. Have they all seen me naked? Oh my god!

"You survived son." Said the doctor. Very few people do. We had to shave part of your back to treat the burn but so far we don't find any permanent damage. I want to keep you here for a couple of days to treat the burn and run some more tests.

Tim got a private room and went to the bathroom so he could see the damage for himself. It hurt and smelled like burnt hair but he was ok. His nurse was nice. She was pretty and about his age. She kept him stoned on Vicodin so the burn didn't hurt too much. The orderly that brought his meals was hot. He was Latino and hairy and friendly. He offered to give Tim a massage which gave Tim an immediate hard on. Tim politely refused. He jacked off in the bathroom. That guy was so fucking hot!

Tim came home after a couple of days and went back to work. His coworkers were glad he was back and asked if he was ok to work.

"I am a little sore but good to go." Tim told them.

Life went back to normal until one night while having sex with himself, He happened to look out the window at the beautiful full moon. He had never seen such an intoxicating full moon before. His head started to spin he got dizzy and fell back onto the bed. 

Tim's body began to shake. His already hairy body transformed into something different. His chubby body had tightened There was more muscle mass in this new body. He was leaner, slightly taller and covered with fur. Smooth thick beautiful fur from head to toe. He had a thick fur beard and Tim's blue eyes now shown with a fire that made them brilliantly blue and memorizing. He had claws and his penis, which was his best friend, grew to 7 inched long and almost 3 inches around. Even in hisunconscious stake his cock got hard and shot lots of thick creamy jix into the air and over Tim's head! Tim woke up sweaty, naked and horny. What the fuck has happened to me! He wondered still dazed. He began exploring his new body touching his fur and his cock. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was dreaming. The moon was shining and when Tim looked at it he got hard and horny and hungry for prey. Not prey to eat, prey to fuck! He felt more powerful and alive then he had ever felt before in his life. He climbed out the open window of his bed room and jumped the two stories to the ground below. The moon felt so good against his fur. He could feel his nipples harden and his claws retract so he could rub his sensitive tits in the moonlight. He felt awesome but heneeded to feed.

He didn't know where he was going. It was as if his huge new cock was calling the shots and directing him onward.

Very soon he spotted a man walking through a park alone. Tim climbed a tree like walking up steps and jumped from tree to tree like a monkey until he was over his prey. He dropped down right behind his victim and spun him around. His victim was a gay named Michael who was walking home from his boyfriend's house after a boring nonsexual night of TV and Scrabble. Michael yelled who or what are you?! Tim answered in a low husky voice. "I am the woofman."

Michael looked into the woofman's incredible blue eyes and was his slave.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Michael squeaked with fear.

"Everything" said the woofman in his low husky voice.

The woofman brought out his claws and with micro fine precision striped Michael to the waist without touchingthe four hairs on Michaels Twinkie little body. The next swipe of the claws had Michael naked still in his shoes and sox standing before the woofman.

"I'm frightened" he said to the woofman. He may have been frightened on the inside but he was rock hard on the outside. The woofman pulled Michael to him with his powerful arms and started stroking Michael's cock. Michael ran his hands down the woofmans fur from his face, across his powerful chest lingering on each nipple just for a second then down his belly to the woofman'shuge throbbing cock. The woofman started to precum and stroked on his and Michael's cock. Michael never took his eyes off the woofmans blue eyes. His body relaxed with the woofmans touch. The woofman picked Michael up gently and carried him to a nearby pic nic table. He bent his prey over the table and stroked his cock more. Theprecum acted as a lube and Michael easily took all 7 inches of sexual meat.

"What a slut." The woofman said under his breath and slowly started to slide in and out of Michael's tight quivering hole. It felt incredible as the woofman poundedharder and faster hearing Michael moan "Fuck me please Fuck me" over and over.

Michael shot his load all over the pic nic table but thewoofman wasn't finished yet. He slide out of Michael, turned him over onto his back and raised his legs. He slid that beautiful cock back into Michael until Michael begged him to stop. The woofman leaned into Michaeland started to pound his tight little ass. Michael wiggled and moaned but never took his eyes off the woofman'sface. Very soon Michael started yelling for the woofmanto fuck him harder which the woofman easily did. Michael was rubbing the woofmans fur and playing with his own nipple went he shot a huge load without touching himself. The hot cum covered his belly. The woofmanpulled out of Michael and shot a huge thick creamy load of warm cum like a fountain all over Michael's chest and Howled at the moon. Michael passed out. The woofmandisappeared. Tim woke up the next morning on the floor of his bathroom. He was naked and sore and amazed. The transformation the night before had had some residual effects. Tim now had he woofman's massive cock! He stared at it almost afraid to touch it. It felt powerful in his hand. He stroked it only for a moment not completely sure what would happen. I didn't remember what happened last night. He had lots of questions.

The scenery was stunning. It was a beautiful spring day. The flowers were in bloom and Mount Olympus in the distance was still snow capped. But the most breathtaking view of all was that of my young Prince getting in his morning exercise. Not that he was alone, most of the young nobles from the Royal Court of Macedonia also worked out in the morning. All of them were handsome felines, but all of them paled in comparison to the young Prince.

He was a young golden Lion, just on the cusp of adulthood. His sleek coat glowed in the morning sun. He was lithe and muscular as he strode around the track, the power and grace in his stride were unlike any of the other young felines. But the thing I loved most about the morning exercise sessions at the academy was that my charges exercised in the nude. Those nubile young bodies with their dangly bits flopping all around as they ran had me hardening. Most of the youngsters had the typical modest feline endowment. But Alexander took after his late father, with a member that would have done a canid proud.

You may wonder why I spend so much time watching these naked young nobles. Well young though I may be at 24 years old I am the Philosopher at the Royal Academy. I had been Plato's prized pupil at the Academy in Athens and King Philip hired me away to set up an Academy in Mieza. I was to teach his son and the other young nobles that the Prince had chosen to join in his education. Since he was so precocious nearly all his friends were older than him by several years, but he still outstripped them all in intelligence and physical prowess. The Old King had also picked a few sons of high ranking nobles that Alexander was not friends with. I still remember the conversation on the day the King first introduced me to the then Prince.

"But Father I don't like Kassandros and he doesn't like me. You said I could pick my friends to go to school with." Alexander said.

"Yes I did, but I didn't say they would be the only ones. Have I left anyone off of the list that you've asked for?" Phillip replied.

"No Father."

"Think of it as learning politics, and how to handle your subjects. Sometimes you have to deal with cats you don't like. How could I allow Parmenio's son to attend and leave out Antipatros' son? It would cause no end of strife."

"I understand Father." Alexander replied. And he did understand and made the best of the situation.

I had been selected despite my age and my breed because I was the most brilliant student the Academy had ever produced. In King Philip's mind that overrode the fact that I was a Caracal. Slight of build and of common birth (like nearly all Caracals) I didn't fit in with the felines of the Royal Court. A Caracal was much more likely to serve in a pleasure house than in the court of a major King. We were exotic and fairly androgynous, not the heavy bodied, testosterone laced big cats that normally staffed a Royal Court.

In less than a week I had become smitten with the young Prince. But it wasn't sexuality that attracted me to the young Prince. In addition to his beauty he was intellectually brilliant. I was the top student at the Academy in Athens, yet it only took a few days to realize that Alexander was even more innately intelligent than I was. He was my prize pupil, but because of his responsibilities as King he would never have the time to devote become a true Philosopher. But that also wasn't the reason either.

The young Prince just had a charisma, the like of which I'd never experienced before. His friends followed him not so much because he was the Prince, but because the force of his personality would not allow otherwise. They didn't follow him with a fawning servility, they followed with elan and esprit de corps to prove that they were worthy of being members of his court.

It only took a few minutes of being in the Prince's presence to realize you were in the presence of GREATNESS. I had been raised in the Academy among some of the most intellectual big cats in Athens and I had never been intimidated. But being in the presence of this 13 year old Lion was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

Of course there were a few sycophants who lacked sincerity and only wanted to use hem for advancement. The King could see these people coming from a mile away, and treated them accordingly.

Fortunately I didn't fall into the aforementioned category. Like the rest of his true friends I sincerely adored him. I had originally come here because the old King had paid me a fortune to take the position and for the opportunity all Philosophers desire most, the opportunity to mold a King. I had planned on completing my assignment and using the money to build a rival Academy in Athens.

But I hadn't counted on falling in love with Alexander. I don't mean sexual love, although I hoped that there would be plenty of that, since I was in charge of ALL of their education, including their sexual education. I realized almost immediately how special he was and how I would be willing to throw away everything I had to follow him.

Being a Caracal was a major advantage in one aspect of my job. Part of the training was their sexual training and I was uniquely qualified to teach it. Not to brag but I was very attractive in a submissive way. In addition to my exotic looks I had a petite lithe dancers body that would give any red blooded virile alpha big cat an immediate hard on.

Most of the students had some sexual experience, since most of them were at least 16 years old. The Prince was very precocious and in most things he was already more advanced than the rest of the young lords. But in sexuality he was a little slow to reach puberty. Which is not uncommon among the really big cats. I could tell that he was just starting to awaken sexually. I planned on being the one that awakened it.

As I said I was responsible for his sexual education as well as his academic education. In our culture, unlike the canid civilizations to the north, bisexuality is the norm. In fact most of our important relationships are male/male, male/female relationships are for reproduction and raising of offspring. Because of that it was not unusual for an adult to show a young man the ropes, so to speak. When I was first brought in the Prince was just going through puberty. So after about a week on the job I gave our sex education lesson. It's always interesting to talk about sex when your class consists of adolescent males.

"Today we're going to talk about sex education. We are a little different from the farm animals and feral animals. When you mate farm animals of a different breeds you get mixed breeds. But in our species the breed is determined by what the father is. We don't understand why, but it just is. If that wasn't the case we'd all be mixed breeds by now. It also helps us figure out if our wives are cuckolding us. If her cub isn't your breed you know it's not yours." I told them, which drew quite a chuckle.

"Now I'm sure you all think you know all about sex." I heard snickers from the students. "Since you all seem to be experts, who can tell me why we have barbs on the head of our penis?"

One of the older students, a Lion named Ptolemy, said snidely, "So we can blow a load when we rub them!" He said shaking his paw imitating someone jerking off. Everyone chuckled adolescently.

"Wrong! But that's a nice fringe benefit." I said to even more chuckles. "It's because even when a female is in heat she won't get pregnant until she is stimulated by the barbs. Also really well endowed studs with longer barbs who really stimulate their mates can sometimes induce the female to have twins. That's why our females vaginas are so tight. Well at least when you mate in the same position as feral cats. If you have sex face to face your penis ends up in a blind alley of the vagina which isn't as tight and won't release their eggs. Even if they are in heat and you have sex face to face they won't get pregnant."

"That's also why it doesn't hurt so much when you have anal sex, the rectum isn't quite as tight, so the barbs don't bite into it, they just rub across and stimulate the sensitive tissue. And I can tell you from past experience it feels wonderful for both the giver and the receiver."

"One of the other things that a female in heat can inspire is repeated orgasms. It's not uncommon when you are mating with a female in heat for you to cum eight to ten times in a night. With some of you virile lions sometimes even more. Even if you normally can only achieve three or four orgasms in an evening."

"One of the perks of this position is I can offer private lessons so you can learn how to do it right..." I said raising my tail seductively. All of my young charges were virile and attractive, there wasn't one of them that I wouldn't willingly lift my tail for. And from the looks on their faces they definitely found me attractive enough to do the dirty deed with. But the one that looked at me with the most longing was the young Prince.

After class was over he came up to me and said, "Headmaster I'd like the private lessons you talked about today." His arousal was apparent under his chiton. He was having those embarrassing erections that all of us go through at that age. So I took him into my study and closed the door, locking it.

"I see you've been having problems with your penis." I said with a chuckle. You couldn't miss the tent in his chiton.

"Yeah, It seems to have a mind of it's own." He replied.

I explained to him all the workings of his sexuality as best as we understand them, then I got down to the task of demonstrating how to take care of things. I asked him to undress, which wasn't a big deal, he was used to exercising naked in front of me. But he wasn't used to having a full blown hard on in front of me. He was completely out of his sheath, the barbs at the head of his cock already flared. Even though he was just going through puberty, he was already more well endowed than I was. In fact he was already larger than most adult felines. He had almost 6 inches with a really fine set of barbs. When he matured he was going to be one hell of a breeder. With a tool like his he would have a great chance of stimulating the females to have twins.

I took my chiton off too, so I could use myself to demonstrate the proper way of masturbating. But I couldn't resist the idea of milking his virgin cum out of him. I got on my knees in front of him. I took in the aroma of his developing manhood. The nuances of his scent were something I memorized, storing it away for to use as stroke material when I was alone.

I was drawn to those densely packed barbs. I ran my tongue over them sending a shiver of delight up his spine. I paused for a moment to make him wait in anticipation. While I did, I unsheathed my middle claw and ran it lightly down his sensitive taint all the way up to his balls, just tantalizing the nerves right under the skin. When I was half way up his taint I gave his barbs another lick which elicited a low moan. I blew lightly across his barbs titillating and teasing them, giving him sensations he never experienced before. I slowly stroked the base of his cock and took the barbs into my muzzle. I covered my teeth with my lips and started to bob up and down over his barb studded glans. Row after row of barbs ran over my lips, stoking his inner fires each time they sprang back. I was doing my best to keep him on the edge for his first experience, but young studs like my Prince generally had a hair trigger. I knew I'd have to finish him off soon, we could get to more detailed lessons after he'd cum a couple of times.

And with that I took him all the way down my throat and started massaging his barbs with my throat muscles. I reached up with my paw and caressed his furry orbs. I was hard as a rock, turned on by the thought that I would be the one to get his first seed.

My wait ended almost immediately as his balls drew up and he sprayed his seed on the back of my throat. I pulled my head back until he was spurting his precious fluid on my tongue. He finished cumming and as I slid my muzzle off of him I ran my finger up his urethra to get the last few drops of his essence. I savored it for a moment before I swallowed. I'd never tasted someone so young or so sweet before.

I got up off of my knees and stood in front of him. He still had his eyes closed. Even at his young age he was already half a head taller than me so I put my arms around his neck and got up on my toes. I pulled his head down and brought my lips to his. He was still in his post-orgasmic bliss when our lips touched. He opened his eyes in surprise, but he didn't pull back from me. I parted my lips and ran my tongue across his lips. He got the idea quick enough and opened his muzzle, and my tongue darted deftly into his mouth.

His mouth was fresh tasting. He responded when my tongue touched his. He pressed his lips more firmly against mine and chased my tongue back into my muzzle with his strong broad tongue. Because of our size difference his tongue barely fit into my muzzle, but that didn't matter, it just emphasized his dominance over me. He pulled away breathlessly.

"That was nice my Prince." I said dreamily. "Did you enjoy your lesson so far?"

"It was awesome!" He said with a big toothy grin. I think I'm gonna need daily lessons." He added with a cub-like giggle.

"My Prince can have lessons whenever he desires. It's my job to serve you however you desire. If you'd like I could "tutor" you before class so you won't be distracted by the "Little Prince" during our regular lessons." I said reaching down and caressing his still semi-erect member.

"I think that could be useful." He said trying to sound pragmatic.

"Yes if you aren't thinking with the "little Prince" you might be better able to pay attention in class..." I said with a wink.

"You also need to learn to pleasure your partner even if you're the dom. Besides I have as much or more fun pleasuring my partner as when I get serviced. A good lover takes great satisfaction in being able to bring their partner to the heights of ecstasy." I said as I guided his massive paw to my maleness. He caressed it with a clumsy gentleness, then I led him over to the couch.

I got on my back on the couch, it would not be appropriate for my Prince to be kneeling in front of me like a slave. "Straddle me my Prince." I said as I guided him above me into a 69 position. He brought his muzzle down to my leaking member, and for the first time he got a wiff of a partner in full submission mode. I heard a possessive purr/growl rumble in his throat. Which of course sent a new wave of submission pheromones up to greet his sensitive nose. He shook his head as if to clear it while his erection sprang back to life above my head.

"Smells good doesn't it, my Prince?" I queried.

"Hell Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically.

"Go ahead and taste it."

He bent his head down and licked my four inch maleness with this rough broad tongue. It had been a while since I'd had my barbs stimulated by a tongue and never by a tongue as rough and broad as the Prince's. I spurted pre, which he eagerly lapped up. Without any urging he took me completely into his muzzle and started nursing on me like a cub on his mothers teat. It was all I could do to to keep from blowing too fast as I moaned out my pleasure. I was on the edge when he ran that rough tongue across my barbs. That was all it took before my tiny stones drew up and I surrendered my seed to my Prince. He savored my meager load in his mouth before swallowing it.

To my surprise he turned around and lay down beside me, pulling me close to him in an affectionate hug, his huge body just about enveloping mine. For a moment he just held me and purred quietly to himself.

"Have you enjoyed the lesson so far my Prince?" I asked deferentially.

"Yeah it was great..." He paused for a moment then said. "I think having feelings for your partner makes it even better. I wasn't sure if I'd like having a Philosopher as my teacher, I've seen some that are rather full of themselves. But you're not like that at all. I really like you." He finished then licked my nose pad affectionately.

"I feel honored my Prince. I like you also." I replied in the biggest understatement of my life. I relished being held by this young god. I buried my muzzle into the hollow of his neck. We rested together for a while, just enjoying being with each other. After about 10 minutes I could feel his maleness stirring against me.

"Are you ready for the main event my Prince?" I asked, instinctively lifting my tail from the dominance pheromones still in the air.

"Hell yeah! It's not every day that you get to fuck the teacher." He said with a big grin. I didn't bother to mention that I'd been fantasizing about getting stabbed with his big weapon since I first saw it. He as already larger than any of the cats at the Academy who had taken me. If I trained him right I might have my own personal stud for the next couple of years.

I grabbed his paw and led him over to the bed. He followed me over, his erection pointing the way. I laid myself submissively on the bed and beckoned him to join me.

He got up on the bed and I said, "Here's something you can learn about dealing with your underlings. You're the Prince. It's within your power to take whoever you want however you want to take them. But in my short time with you I've seen that you might be the kind of cat that would like to please your partner, not just take pleasure from them."

"Can you teach me that?" He asked.

"Of course." I replied. "The first thing you need to realize that with a monster like you've got in your sheath you have to do a lot of foreplay." I added as I pulled my knees up to my chest. "The best way to get your partner ready is to use your tongue. That's true whether it's a male or a female partner."

"You mean I'm supposed to lick your asshole?" He said making a face at me.

"Trust me, if you try it you'll like it." I said.

He shrugged and bent his head down to my brown eye. He tentatively stuck out his broad tongue and touched it against my opening. I was a sucker for a rim job, they always made me want to give myself to the cat doing the licking. But this wasn't just any cat, this was the Prince. I was already starting to understand that I was fated to willingly give myself to him. My submission pheromones flooded out of my body as I completely surrendered to the young Prince. He spent a fair amount of time lapping at my nether hole before finally coming up with a huge grin on his muzzle.

"Can you smell and taste the submission pheromones? That shows how much I really want it from you. If you don't smell them, that cat is probably faking that they want you."

"Yeah they really get you excited. I want you now!" He said aggressively.

"I want you to. But you need to be gentle with that big cock you're wielding. Put it in gently and let me get used to it." I reached my tiny paw up to caress his square jaw. "I've never taken one this big before, so be gentle."

He looked down at me tenderly and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He carefully placed the tip of his maleness at my pucker and slowly applied pressure until I opened up for him. His barbs slid into my opening. As I said I had never had someone so large and I gasped as he popped into me. The Prince stopped immediately and asked, "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, just give me a second." I said smiling up at my Prince. "As I said I've never had someone so large before and I haven't had anyone in months, so I'm a little tight." After a pause I continued. "Go ahead and slowly push the rest of it into me."

He slowly worked the rest of that thick shaft into me until I felt his virile balls settle against my tight little Caracal ass. When he was seated in me I gave a sigh of relief and contentment. Relief because it was a little painful, I'd never taken anyone that size before, and I hadn't taken anyone at all in a couple of months. Contentment because I finally had my young Prince where I'd wanted him since the first time I'd met him.

I was really glad that I'd taken the edge off of him by giving him a blow job first. If I hadn't I'm sure he would have cum already. As it was now he was able to hold steady in me while I was adjusting to his girth. The pain was receding and I was left with a very satisfying feeling of fullness. The fact that it was the cat above all others that I wanted to surrender completely to made the experience all the more special. I was so happy that a tear formed in my eye.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"No it feels wonderful." I said as I reached up to caress his handsome muzzle. "And what's even better is that it's you inside of me..." I lifted my muzzle to lick his nose pad. "You said you wanted to fuck your teacher. Well your teacher is eager to be royally fucked."

He grinned at me and slowly withdrew his cock, savoring every inch of my tight warm tunnel. He eased himself back in, filling the void in my body and soul. Soon he was working in and out of me with the speed and power that only a young Lion possesses. I'd never experienced being taken so masterfully. Maybe it was just his charisma, but I wanted to surrender my whole being to him.

He paused for a moment to put my knees up over his shoulders so he could drive himself in even deeper. It changed the angle so he was driving directly against my pleasure spot. Despite my experience, the pounding on it was bringing me to my climax early. No one had ever made me lose control before, but I couldn't hold back any longer.

One last virile thrust set me off. "I'm cumming my Prince!" I cried out and my sphincter clenched down hard on that big thick cock as I exploded into my orgasm. Each spurt of my seed was accompanied by a contraction and on the fifth one the Prince finally followed me into ecstasy.

"Aaarrrgghhhhh!" He cried out as he thrust one last time deep inside me. I could feel his barbs flare in me as I felt his royal seed jet into the depths of my compliant body. He gripped me tight as he tried to seed me and make me his.

And I was HIS. To use as he pleased. Not because he was a Prince, I would die before I would let a tyrant force me to be his. I belonged to him because he was a leader that was worth following. I would teach him everything he would need to know, but it would be his charisma that would make warriors follow him to the ends of the Earth. I would have given myself to him even if he was a commoner, it was what he was not who he was that commanded my allegiance.

We rested there, both of us panting too hard to speak. I gazed up at him with unabashed adoration. And he looked down on me like the cat that had got the cream, grinning ear to ear.

I was the one that caught my breath first. "Did my Prince enjoy the lesson?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"When can we do it again?" He asked breathlessly.

"Whenever my Prince desires and as often as you want to. All you have to do is ask." I told him.

"If it's up to me, you won't ever be sleeping in your room." He said with a grin.

"I can only hope that you are serious about that my Prince." I said looking up at him with a longing I'd never felt before.

"I'm very serious. That is as long as you are giving yourself to me willingly and not out of duty to your Prince. "

"No one has ever brought me to my climax before I allowed it, until you did it just now. No one has ever had mastery over me like that before. And nor has anyone ever had mastery over my heart before my Prince. I will always give myself willingly to you." And with that he pulled his softening member out of me and to my surprise licked my seed off of my belly and chest where it had sprayed. And when he was done I cleaned him where my seed had splattered his fur. Then we lay down beside each other, the Prince spooning me as we drifted off into blessed slumber.

From then on that's how every day went. My Prince was the dutiful attentive student during the day, but he ruled my world every night. Time flew by as it does when your days are filled with love, but nothing stays perfect forever.

I had only been there a year when tragedy struck. It was a celebration of King Philip unifying all of Greece. He had plans of now building a unified Greek army to liberate the Greek cities of Asia minor from the Persians. He had planned a big celebration with Olympic type games and he was there to start the games. The Prince was in the Royal Box with his mother Queen Olympias. I was not in the Royal Box but the King had made sure I had good seats nearby. I was very fond of the King and he was pleased with how I was running the Royal Academy.

Everything was going as planned when the King in a moment of hubris decided to go up and start the games without any bodyguards. I guess he was feeling invulnerable after all of his victories. But it was a huge mistake because one of the guards rushed the stage and thrust a sword into the Kings heart before anyone could stop him. He tried to escape but he was soon overtaken and killed on the spot.

The whole scene was pandemonium as everyone panicked at the site of the King lying in a heap on the stage. The King's bodyguards immediately went to the Royal Box, surrounded the Prince and the Queen and escorted them back to the castle. I just stood there crying for the fallen King that had treated me so kindly. I hadn't even thought about what might happen to me since my benefactor was now dead.

I recovered enough to head back to my temporary room in the castle, my fate in the balance. I wanted to stay here with the Prince who had my heart and my allegiance, but I had no idea what the political climate would hold. I waited in my room until darkness had fallen when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find two armed guards, a jaguar and a panther, waiting at the door.

"You need to come with me." The jaguar said with no emotion in his eyes or his voice.

My mind was racing but I had no choice but to follow them. Was I suspected of being involved in some sort of plot against the King? I was an alien, maybe they thought I was disloyal. I was as frightened as a Caracal could possibly be. We are not generally brave like the big cats. I was not familiar with the castle, my school was in Mieza while the castle was in Pella. We finally stopped in front of a door and the jaguar knocked on the door.

"We have brought the Philosopher my Prince." He said.

"Please bring him in." The voice I heard was that of my Prince, but I still was not sure of my fate.

They opened the door and led me in. I could see that the Prince had been crying in grief over losing his Father. There were tear stains in the fur under his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot. My heart pained to see him in such distress. They led me in front of my Lord.

"You two can leave." Alexander told the guards.

"Your Highness we cannot leave you unprotected and alone." The jaguar protested.

"I have no fear of my teacher, I trust him completely. If he had wanted me dead he could have killed me in my sleep many times." He assured them.

"But that may have given away the plan to kill the King, maybe this is the second step." The jaguar persisted.

"I understand your concern. But leave us." The Prince said in a tone that left no room for argument.

The two guards left the room and when they were gone to my surprise the Prince rushed toward me and embraced me, before breaking out in heart wrenching sobs. I held him protectively, grateful beyond imagination that he still trusted me. After a few moments he regained his composure. By the time he released me I knew what I wanted to do. I knew that this was the King I wanted to follow for the rest of my life.

"My Prince I'd like to ask a boon..."

"Ask."

"I would like to request Macedonian citizenship." I begged.

"Are you saying you wish to stay here permanently?"

"Yes my Lord." I replied.

"Of course I'll grant it." He said.

With that I dropped to my knees and swore the oath of fealty to my King. "If I break faith with you then may the seas rise up and drown me, may the green hills open up and swallow me, may the stars of heaven fall on me and crush me out of life for ever"

"I accept you pledge, but it wasn't necessary. I know what's in your heart and I trust you completely..." He replied. I want you to stay here with me tonight. I don't want to be alone."

"Of course my Prince. I understand your grief. I too am saddened by the King's death, he hired me and had always treated me fairly." I said honestly. We stayed together that night, and although all we did was sleep it solidified our bond.

Alexander became the King in a ceremony the next day. Although he was the King in name, his mother Queen Olympias was the Regent and would remain so until he finished his education.

A couple of months before the King was ready to graduate from the Royal Academy I happened to meet Cassiopeia for the first time. We had come to Pella from the Royal Academy for the Queen's birthday and we stayed for a week. She was passing through the Agora on the way to do some shopping. Even though she was modestly dressed it didn't hide her beauty. She looked a little lost so I boldly walked up to her and asked her if she needed help. We struck up a conversation, and for a female she seemed fairly well informed. I learned that she was the Treasury Minister's daughter, and I immediately noticed the resemblance.

I introduced myself, "I'm Aristotle, the headmaster at the Royal Academy."

"I think everyone knows who you are." She said in a kind manner. I guessed that was true. I went everywhere with the King. "Well I need to go." She said.

I didn't think much of the conversation until the next day. I had just let the students go to lunch when the Treasury Minister came up to me. "May I have a moment of your time Headmaster?" He asked quite cordially.

"Of course my Lord." I said perplexed. I had never spoken to him privately before.

"My daughter tells me the two of you spoke in the Agora yesterday."

"Yes we did my Lord, but I swear I said nothing untoward..."

"Of course you didn't Headmaster, I'm not here to make accusations. She said you were quite the gentlecat and that she quite enjoyed the conversation. That's why I'm here. She is of age to marry, and I would consider you an appropriate suitor if you are interested."

"Sure you jest my Lord, I'm just a lowly Cacaral." I said, not sure what to make of the offer.

He laughed then said, "Yes you are a Caracal, but I think lowly hardly describes you. You are perhaps the most influential cat in the entire court. I don't think our young King worries that you are 'only' a Caracal."

I had never really considered my place in the court, but he was correct in that the King trusted me more than anyone and he valued my opinion. "That would be intriguing my Lord. You've caught me off guard. Would it offend you if I took the night to think it over."

"I didn't expect an answer today Headmaster, so no I wouldn't be offended. Can I meet you here tomorrow at the same time?"

"Yes, I'll have an answer for you then."

It was great to be taking in the scenery of the Cascades. It was just what I needed. A week to get away and figure out what was going on in my life. I should have the world by the balls. I was a twenty-five years old computer geek making six figures. I had an ultra hot girlfriend that was always wanting to jump my bones.

And that was the problem. I could get it up and fuck her for hours, but I couldn't cum unless I imagined it was a well endowed stud sawing his huge uncut gnarled cock in and out of her pussy. Somehow I just couldn't get off thinking about my little cock doing the job. Not that I'm tiny, at five and a half inches I'm just slightly on the small side of normal. But Gina could tell that I was no longer thinking about her when I was getting off. I tried to explain to her that I needed to concentrate to get my nut, but things were getting worse between us.

I wasn't sure why I needed to think this. Maybe because all through high school and college I'd been a nerd. All the jocks always bragged about how much pussy they were always getting. Because I was a genius, I'd been put in the "Jock" dorm, even though I was about as nonathletic as a person could possibly be. I was there to tutor the high level jocks, which had it's perks.

In high school I'd always been picked on, even beaten up by several bullies. But at the University it was a completely different story. No one picked on me there. The jocks made sure of that. It was well known that if you picked on the nerd, the jocks would beat you senseless. Of course the jocks made nerd jokes about me, but they were made as friendly jests, not maliciously.

As a freshman they gave me the starting Quarterback for a roommate. He was a redshirt sophomore so even though he'd been there 2 years he still had three years of eligibility left. There couldn't be two more different people on campus. Ben was six feet five inches tall and was a cut two hundred and fifty pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. I was five feet five inches tall and weighed all of a hundred and ten pounds. Whereas Ben excelled at every sport, I wasn't even good at tiddly winks. And on the first day as roommates the biggest difference became painfully obvious. He was hung like a fucking stallion.

He had nine gnarly uncut inches of manhood between his legs which he was rightly proud of. It was incredibly thick with veins protruding all over it. His foreskin was so long and loose that even when the monster was fully erect only the slightest bit of it peeked out of the hood. In fact he was so proud of it that he rarely wore clothes around the room. And he exuded sex appeal.

My five and a half inch cut cock just paled in comparison. As I said I was average size but most of the Jocks were above average size which gave me a bit of an inferiority complex. But even though they were nearly all bigger than average Ben made them seem ordinary in comparison. He gave a new meaning to the term Big Man On Campus.

Surprisingly he never belittled me on the size of my dick. In addition to the fact that I was the one that stood between him continuing to be eligible to play football and losing his scholarship, I think he truly liked me.

I on the other hand completely idolized him. He was everything that I wanted to be but wasn't. But he treated my like a favorite little brother. He took me with him on the nights when he went out partying. So I always got to hang out with the coolest people at the party. And while he didn't treat me like an equal, he didn't treat anyone like an equal, he didn't belittle me or let anyone else belittle me.

Of course that didn't keep him from entertaining the ladies on our room. He didn't have a steady girlfriend by choice. He wanted to be able to fuck any of them any time he wanted. And believe me there were no shortage of young ladies lining up to "ride the pony". He never asked me to leave the room when he planned on having a young lady spend the night. He was a bit of an exhibitionist and would never even get under the covers when he fucked them. His bed was on the opposite wall as mine with only six feet of distance between them. So I had a bird's eye view of him boinking them.

Of course I was shy so I always had gym shorts and a T-shirt on except when I was in the shower. Ben always kidded me that I needed to loosen up. "What you need is to get laid." He frequently said when I was especially shy.

The first couple of weeks I just lay under the covers trying to stroke off without being noticed while he noisily rutted with the lady du jour. He liked to keep the desk light on so he could see what he was doing, and I also believe so I could see what he was doing. And boy could I see what he was doing. Every now and then he'd turn to me and wink at me. And I knew that I was busted. He knew I was choking my chicken watching my own private little porno. And he was every bit the stud of any of the leading porn actors. Occasionally he even pulled out for the "Money Shot".

Then came the fateful night that I'll always remember. He brought a freshman cheerleader to the room for the evening. They had come back from a frat party after Ben had led the team to a win at homecoming earlier in the day. I had left the party early to get some work done. Even though they were both underage they both had obviously imbibed in more than a couple of beers. I was already in my sleeping clothes and working on a custom computer program that I was working on freelance for a major corp. I sighed softly. I knew that I wouldn't get anything else done on it tonight, so I closed the computer down.

"Hey Becca. This is my roomie "Geek". He wasn't being nasty, the jocks all referred to me with the affectionate nickname of "Geek". "Don't worry he's cool with us being here." She just giggled in response. She was much more interested in what was rumored to be hiding in Ben's pants than the fact that I even existed.

She was barely five feet tall so instead of pushing her to her knees, he pushed her until she was sitting on the foot of the bed. Which gave me a perfect side view of the action. "Why don't you get the "pony" ready to ride?" She just giggled and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. Gravity pulled them to the floor, revealing that unsurprisingly he'd been going commando. "OW!" Becca squealed in delight at the sight of it. He stepped out of his jeans and used his left foot to toss them into the corner.

All of the girls on campus knew that Ben had one of the rare uncut cocks on campus. They were all curious about it and Becca was no exception. It was obvious she knew her way around a dick by the way she cradled his semi erect cock in her palm and caressed his huge balls with the other hand. But it was also obvious that she was enthralled with his foreskin. She peeled it back and squealed with delight, "This is so cool!"

"Becca why don't you use your mouth for something other than talking..." Ben suggested as he palmed the back of her head used his huge hand pull her toward his manhood.

She didn't argue the point at all. She took the head into her petite little mouth and started running her tongue under his foreskin. There wasn't room for much more than the head of his cock in her mouth. But it didn't take her long to get Ben fully erect. He pulled out and stroked himself a couple of times retracting his foreskin each time he ran his hand down his cock. Pre was drooling out of his slit as his cock bobbed like a cobra in front of her face. She was mesmerized.

"I'm not sure all of this can fit in that tiny pussy of yours." Ben egged her on.

"Yes it can. Let me show you!" She begged. I think she had forgotten that I was even in the room. She quickly stripped out of her cheerleader outfit. In her eagerness she just let the pieces fall where ever they happened to fall.

With that Ben laid her back down on the bed and crawled between her legs. Her pubic hair was like a swamp when Ben bent his head to the task of eating her pussy. He always joked that he was a "cunning cunnilinguist", but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasing the ladies. His big flexible tongue knew every trick there was to bring them to Nirvana. Becca was no exception. He teased her at first nibbling at her inner thighs as she squirmed trying to get his tongue over to the main target. He nibbled at both of her labia but was avoiding her clit as she moaned and squirmed in anticipation. Finally with just the tip of his tongue he attacked. It fluttered back and forth almost too fast to see on her erect little nub. She came almost immediately.

That didn't even slow Ben down. He took the whole area around her clit into his mouth and sucked on and tongued her clit. Soon he was working his middle finger in and out while he continued to suck on her pussy. She was starting to build to a climax again when he pulled his mouth away and got ready to fuck her. He put her knees over his shoulders and moved forward until the tip of his cock was right at her opening.

Despite her earlier protestations that it would fit, it took at least a full minute of the twat two step to get the whole thing into her tight little quim. When his huge balls came to rest against her she cried out in triumph, "See I told you that it would fit!"

He didn't give her time to gloat. He withdrew his boner and jammed it back in, almost knocking the breath out of her in the process. I had a perfect side view of his cock working in and out of her, his huge low hangers slapping against her with an audible whap each time they slammed against her. Although you could barely hear it over the "Ah, Ah, Ah" noise that was continually coming out of that cute little mouth.

He varied the pace, keeping her right on the edge. The funny thing is I really only had eyes for his cock, not for Becca's nubile form. I wanted to see his huge balls draw up and fill the little minx with a cunt full of his thick potent cum. I didn't have to wait long. He had her bent almost in half as he worked his massive cock into her, his pace quickening as he came closer to his climax.

Then it happened. "Aaarrghhh!" Becca cried out in a massive orgasm, Ben gave two last deep thrusts then held it deep in her as his balls slammed against his body. He was firing off shot after shot of thick virile cum deeper in her body than anyone had ever been. Then he collapsed on top of her.

After a moment he whispered something into her ear. She grinned and nodded in agreement. Then he got up off of her. I could see the gaping hole where his dick had been. Because of how deep he shot his load into her I knew that it would take a minute or two for it to start to seep out. I often wondered what it would be like to eat their pussies after he'd cum in them, but I knew I'd never get the courage to do it.

"Well Geek, Becca and I've decided that it's time for you to lose your virginity. So get out of those clothes and show her how a real Geek fucks a lady." He said with a friendly chuckle.

Although I hadn't been expecting the opportunity to lose my cursed virginity, I sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially with the prospect of such a hot cheerleader. I got out of bed and before I knew it Becca was on her knees stripping my gym shorts off of me. My rock hard erection caught on the waist band and then shot up, slinging a thin stream of precum from her breasts to her chin. "Ooh Geek it's so cute." She cried out in surprise a moment before taking it into her cute little mouth.

It was obvious that I was more the size she was used to. She hadn't been able to do much with Ben's massive monster given the size of her little mouth. But I was a different story. She bobbed eagerly on my boner, twisting her head back and forth as she did. Her tongue was fluttering on the underside of my cock as she worked her oral magic. She had no gag reflex as my cock went down her throat on each bob. But embarrassingly there was no way for me to hold back. Instinctively I grabbed the back of her head and held it against me as I cried out, "I'm cumming!" And with that I jettisoned my load straight down her throat.

She didn't miss a beat, she just started swallowing. Her throat muscles were milking the cum out of my cock. I finally let go of the back of her head as the last dregs of my load oozed out of my cock. To my surprise she wasn't angry, she just pulled back until the head of my cock was in her mouth and she started to go to town on it with her tongue. It didn't take long to revive my erection.

She pulled off and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Her pussy was a mess from Ben's huge load that had been leaking out the whole time she'd been sucking my cock. But that just made it more of a turn on. Knowing that I was going to be sticking my cock where Ben's had been just moments earlier had my cock throbbing in anticipation. He was the most Alpha male I'd ever seen and he was going to share his cunt with me.

I quickly crawled between her legs and lined my dick up with her sopping wet snatch. Of course after just getting fucked by nine fat inches she wasn't exactly tight. Loose wasn't even an adequate description of the fit. I could barely feel the sides or the top. The only friction was on the bottom where I was pushing my cock down against he bottom of her sex. And there wasn't much friction there because of the copious quantities of Ben's man juice.

But just knowing it was Ben's fluids lubing my cock had me ready to cum in less than a minute. I took one last deep thrust and my whole body contracted as I shot my load deep in Becca gaping cooter. Of course she didn't cum, but she didn't seem disappointed at all. She knew that she was going to get plenty of orgasms from Ben as the night went forward. I rolled off her onto my back, exhausted from my exertions.

To my surprise Becca rolled over and sucked the mixed cum off of my shriveling manhood. Ben laughed and said, "I guess that makes us "wiener cousins" now." Then he playfully pushed me out of his bed, pushed Becca face down onto the bed and started to plow her like only a real stud could. She was soon having a series of multiple orgasms and was begging for more.

I got into my bed and for the first time in my life I slept in the raw. I would continue to sleep like that for the rest of my life.

It became sort of a tradition that I would get sloppy seconds every time Ben brought home a piece of ass. I was always more fixated on the fact that Ben's cum was lubing me than the thought that it was a nubile young lady's gash that I was fucking. They were just one night stands that Ben was bringing home while he was my hero.

Of course Ben didn't bring home a coed to fuck every night. He would have never gotten any studying done. It was usually only Friday and Saturday night. But it also became a tradition on the other nights to stroke off to porn together after we finished our homework. We'd sit side by side as we watched the video. Sometimes Ben even put an arm around my shoulder as we each pulled our own pud. But we never touched each others junk. Half the time my eyes were fixated on Ben more than the video. He was usually more of a stud than the guy in the video anyway. I would to have loved just once to be able to jack him off, but I never came close to asking.

After Ben graduated at the end of my third year (it wasn't my junior year, I'd graduated a year and a half early. I was only still in school because I was working on my PhD) and that was the end of the pussy. Despite the fact that I'd been getting as much strange as anyone in the school, I'd never learned how to ask a chick out. So it was back to Rosie Palm and her five sisters for me. But between working on my PhD, tutoring sports stars and working on freelance programing I didn't have a whole lot of time to shag young ladies anyway.

It wasn't till after I'd gotten a great job at a tech firm that I had time to meet anyone. She was a fellow techie, that worked for a different company that shared the same building. We met in the cafe and soon we were a steady item.

It didn't take long for her to ask me over to her apartment to spend the night. I'd never asked a girl out before and she realized that if she waited for me to take her to bed we might stay celibate for the rest of out lives. Although I was shy and she wasn't a virgin at the time, I had way more experience when it came to fucking. And surprisingly when a chick wasn't stretched obscenely by Ben's massive member I had no trouble getting them to have a good orgasm. My problem was I was having a hard time having an orgasm. I'd always thought of the fact that my cock was sliding in Ben's cum slick as the thing to get me over the top. And now it seemed like I couldn't get off without thinking of my cock sliding in Ben's load. I tried and tried and tried again to get myself over the top but to no avail. Finally I closed my eyes and imagined that I was watching a big hung stud fucking her senseless and within half a minute I was busting a nut in her.

This resolved the situation for a while but after half a dozen times she started to notice that I was as she put it, "no longer with her when I came". I tried to play it off as I needed to concentrate when I came, but it was driving a wedge between us. It finally came to a head when she decided we should maybe take a break from each other for a couple of weeks and then see if that would help.

I was heartbroken but she really didn't give me a choice. And she was right, we couldn't go on pretending that there wasn't a problem. And although she didn't say it I knew the problem was with me.

First I wondered if I was gay. But that didn't make sense either. I didn't think of two guys going at it when I got off. It was always a guy and a girl. It just was that it wasn't ME and a girl. It was always a much more studly guy, a guy like Ben who was fucking the girl. Was it an inferiority complex? Was I a voyeur at heart? I had no idea of what to think. Maybe I should go to a shrink, but I was too embarrassed to admit to any of this...

So what I decided was to take a week off and head up to the mountains to do a little trout fishing. It was one of the best things to help me clear my head. Maybe camping for a week alone in God's country would help me reason things out.

I drove up as far into the wilderness as the road would take me and I parked my Escalade. The area that I was planning on fishing was about three miles upstream and I figured it would take at least three trips to bring my tent, fishing equipment and food supplies to last for a week. I put the first set of supplies in my back pack and took off down the trail, map in hand.

About a mile in I could hear a voice in my head that said, "Yes you're going in the right direction..." I jumped at first because I was sure there was someone right behind me whispering this. But there was no one to be seen anywhere. I continued a little over a mile longer when a large creek that didn't appear on the map cascaded down a twenty foot waterfall into the main river.

The strange voice in my head said, "Take this trail up to the top of the falls."

I argued with it. "No that's not where the fly shop suggested that I fish." Why was I having this argument with myself.

"Just go up and see what's up there. If it's not good then you can come back down and fish where the proprietor suggested." The voice persisted.

Knowing I'd never be able to get over the curiosity of what was up there if I didn't at least give it a look I turned off the main path and headed up the new one. You could barely make out a trail if it even was one but I followed it. When I got to the top I couldn't believe my eyes. Rolling out in front of me was the most beautiful midsized trout stream I'd ever seen. It was a perfect combination of pools and riffles with many swift deep runs.

On top of that it looked completely undisturbed by mankind. I walked over to the stream and looked into it. It was full of trout in the 18 inch to 24 inch range and a few that looked considerably larger. They were busy picking nymphs off the bottom now at midday, but I figured that that would evolve into hatches as the day went on.

"See I told you this would be better than where you'd been planning to go..." The voice in my head said snidely.

This time I didn't dignify it with a response.

"I guess it would be too much to expect a thank you for the advice." The voice continued with a chortle.

I was starting to worry if I was really starting to have a mental breakdown. Schizophrenia? But I didn't have time to think about that. I looked for a good place to set up my tent. There was a great little clearing that was high and dry. I set the tent up and all of the attendant things that made a good camp. I even found a nice boulder in the sun to set my solar heated shower bag on so it would be nice and hot when I took a shower that evening.

Then I just about ran back down to the SUV to get the food and cooking equipment. I was sure that I would be able to catch plenty of fresh trout to supplement what I'd brought with me. I didn't bring anything perishable since I had no way of keeping it cold for a week so I was going to have to rely on freeze dried and powdered food. But I did bring a camp stove and some pots and pans to cook with.

Finally I went back for my fishing equipment. I'd saved that for the last trip or I might not have had the will power to keep my from trying out this paradise before I'd brought all of my stuff up and set up camp. Finally I was ready to give this perfect stream a thorough going over.

I went over to the stream and using a dip net I netted a few of the nymphs that were active on the bottom. They were large stoneflies that were common to the area. I had tied some up before I'd come on the trip so I wouldn't have to use my travel kit to tie some before I started. I brought the travel tying kit just in case I needed to match a particular hatch that was native to the stream I was on.

I was right next to a nice riffle that seemed to be teeming with trout and in no time I had a 22 inch wild rainbow on the end of my line. And wild was the word for it. I think it spent more time in the air than it did in the water. All thoughts of my dysfunctional sex life had completely fled my cranium as I caught and released one trout after another. I continued to work my way up to a deep fast run.

The voice in my head was back, "I bet there is a monster in the outside bend where the current gouges into the side of the mountain..."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that the best fish in this section would take up residence there." I replied in my head like I was actually talking to someone else.

By the time I finally fished my way to that portion of the stream the stonefly hatch had begun in earnest. I waded out into the current. It was a fast current which made the wading treacherous. But right against the far side of the creek where it cut into the sheer cliff was the largest creek rainbow I'd ever seen. It was over three feet long, but sleek, not like the football shaped trout that you find in some lakes. It was sleek and powerful from fighting the current of the creek all it's life.

The huge fish was just out of casting range on the other side of the fast deep run. I couldn't fish for it from the other side because of the cliff so I would have to try from this side. I eased my way as close as I could, barely keeping my footing in the treacherous rapids. I tied on a fresh dry stone fly and doped it heavily with gink. I made a couple of false casts to get as much line out as possible, then I executed a double haul cast. I got it nearly where I wanted but still a foot short. It was out of his feeding window. I kept casting but with the same result each time. His feeding window was just a foot further out than I could cast.

"It's OK to go out a little further..." The voice in my head suggested.

I inched out further into the current. The gravel was unstable beneath my wading boots, the swift current sweeping it out from under me. Despite the shifting gravel beneath me, I started casting again. I was closer but my fly was still landing just shy of the huge trout's feeding window. I cast four or five times but still couldn't get out far enough.

"That's not far enough. Just a few more steps..."

Despite my better judgment I shuffled out into deeper faster water. It was everything I could do to keep my footing. Each time I twisted my body the swift deep current tried to pick me up and wash me away. But I wanted this monster badly. I cast again and managed to lay it down in his feeding window. I was being buffeted by the current as I watched the big buoyant fly drifting down toward the behemoth. It slipped out of the slow current easing into the faster current where my fly was coming down. He eased up and back as he prepared to take my fly. Because the current was so fast and the surface was so disturbed he didn't have time to get a good look at it.

He took it and as I reared back to set the hook I lost my footing. The water pulled my feet out from under me and I was sucked into the deeper water. My waders filled with water and pulled me under the ice cold snow melt water. I struggled in vain until my head was slammed against a rock and I lost consciousness...

I awoke with that same voice in my head. "Just relax... Remain calm..." But it wasn't my thoughts I was hearing, it was definitely someone or something else. But it was originating inside my head. I should have been terrified at the thought of voices in my head, but there was something soothing about them.

Then as I became more awake and aware I realized that I was laying face down with a hairy heavy body draped over me. Well not exactly draped, it was supporting it's own weight not resting on me, but touching me all over. Just as panic started to set in the voice in my head spoke again.

"Relax... If I wanted to hurt you I cold have killed you in your sleep." The voice in my head said soothingly. I couldn't help but comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked aloud.

"Don't talk, just think." The strange voice in my head said softly. But there was something in it that encouraged me to comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked with my mind. It was then I realized that we were within perfect darkness. It seemed that my consciousness was coming back a bit at a time, and it seemed to be controlled by this entity that had gotten inside of my head.

My mommy caught me when she came home early. My ten-year-old cunny stuffed with my hairbrush handle as I rubbed my reddened fuck hole in adolescent innocence and curiosity. My friends at school talked about masturbation and something called cumming. I wanted to be like them too and not left out. I had tried my fingers and rubbing but got nothing they had told me would happen. It felt good but they all said I would burst, what burst I had not found out yet. Mommy stared down at me and I knew I was in trouble. My naked small body with just tit bumps and a hairbrush up my hole. My small slit had been rubbed so raw already it was red and swollen.

Mommy saw my dilemma and sat on the side of my bed as she shed her jacket and removed her shirt and bra. She had to stand to remove her skirt and small panties presenting bare cunny looking just like mine. I thought mommies had pussy hair that I have been waiting for, yearning for but knowing my titties would take awhile no matter how hard I tugged on them in front of my mirror. Often sighing and disappointed when I could not make anything happen. My friends said it was fantastic and now I was being bullied a bit by my bestest friends. My mommy, my naked mommy sat beside me with her titties and swollen nipples, bare cunt I wondered about and she gently kissed my wet forehead and stroked my damp hair from my small face. Its OK honey let mommy help as she took my small hand and the hairbrush out and away. I thought I had certainly done something wrong when mommy gasped at the sight of my abused cunny. Mommy please don't be mad all friends told me this was fun, and I just wanted...when mommy softly mouthed my cunny sending so many different feelings. She raised her head and smiled with wet lips telling me not to worry. She soothed my small cunny so much I felt what I had been striving for pumping my tiny pelvis on mommy's wet face and mommy held my slim hips firm and sucked all the pain away. All night mommy helped me that night a month before. Mommy's always knew best as she told me about my problem. Her younger sister had the same issues and mommy often help her relieve tensions when they were younger, but now her aunty had joined something called Mormon and she had not seen her for two years. Mommy explained that some women in her family had very special developments that sometimes caused more development in different areas of young bodies, young trying to bud bodies. That was a month ago as mommy had explained about clits, cunt holes and how her titties may only be purple nubs when mommy caught a breath from sucking the delicious young cunt juice from her own daughter only to help her child. She soothed her daughter while trying to explain night after night that her clit was just to big and she had been rubbing her reddened cunt, now cunt, the wrong way. Mommy always made things better. She and her mommy were naked as mommy gave further relief to her child in the living room on the couch when the door bell rang.

Leaving daughter spread open and her now swollen reddened from all the relief looked like a crimson flower. Very wet open flower with puffy petals. Her naked slim mother opened door expecting her younger sister completely nude and panting with her wet mouth and face in a wide smile. Hi sis as the younger sister robed in flimsy white material took one breath and knew cunt, cunt juice or cunt slime it was addictive. She briefly gave her older sister, her cunt craving sister a deep French kiss as her own face was smeared in cunt juice. They licked at each other for all my young 10 year old virgin spend they could find as her pure white gown fell in silence just inside the front door, her Mormon gown of purity revealing her slim body to her older sister as the door remained opened for anyone to see her equally white body and tiny firm ass when a moan for mommy brought them out of their frenzy right in front of the open door.

Aunty went to the couch to look over the problem her sister, the mommy had told her about. She stared in wonder as mommy closed and locked the door joining her younger sister and immediately fondled her young sisters' cunt, very wet cunt that had only grown. The already hard clit seemed so much bigger than she remembered. It throbbed in her hand as she told her sister whispered to her sister, SEE. She is like you and mom but seems worse. Aunty whimpered as she sank naked before the naked niece and looked upon the beautiful blossom of cunt, young cunt, freshest of the freshest cunt and it had a problem she wanted to help with. Clit stalk turgid and hard, elongated as if in pain just as she had been years ago. Only ten years old the tiny thing had the worse problem she had ever seen, wet problem, dripping problem when her legs gave way and she said hi honey and drove her mouth on the pulsing young cunt flesh. It would be hours before the young child would know aunty was even there. Her mommy under her aunty sucking slimy cunt and long clit as aunty moaned on the swollen young cunt flesh savoring every pulse of fuck fluids as she mouthed the young unusual problem with relish and then, fuck hole mommy, now fuck hole, please mommy my whore cunt as her mommy sucked her sister's cunt and managed somehow to fit two fingers into her weeping child's cunt blossom as her sister ravished her own daughter while she sucked her younger sisters fuck juices but managed to slam hard two fingers deep in her daughter as she convulsed in orgasm. Just maybe mommy would get some of her own relief as her jaw ached after the last month of insistent cunt sucking and finger fuckings just to get her daughter to sleep. Worse than a newborn as she moaned for mommy every night. The satisfied child was placed on mommy's bed with aunty as well in delicate slender slumber even though her small legs gaped. Her young precious cunt blossoms open and ready.

She awoke, yawned and stretched in the morning sun as her mommy and someone else lay on either side of her small body. Her small slender chest so white, pale with the beginnings of tit bumps she wished would hurry up. Aunty woke up first at the child's stirrings shifting the bed slightly and hugged her niece as she said I am your aunt. You taste delicious darling. Do you need to pee pee honey as she hauled the small body on her face now able to fasten her entire mouth over the cunt as the huge clit on this wonder of wonders had retracted just enough so aunty could really welcome her tiny niece or be welcomed as her niece streamed rich young hot piss only a precious one so young could. Aunty swallowed every drop of the tiny things rich morning piss as the small thing started to buck again. Hi aunty as she grabbed her aunts head and slammed her under aged cunt against the sucking mouth.

Mommy was getting a break.

Her cunt sucking wonderfully beautiful aunty and her mother sat with together over breakfast as they discussed the best options for this child's. Lovely innocent young thing had a problem few would understand. So precious and darling and had no idea what was wrong or if anything was wrong. She was squirming as she was discussed and her chair was getting wet when aunty held the child in a warm hug and placed her slim body on the kitchen table before her and laid the poor young child back so very gently. Slim young legs in a want, not sure of why she spread her legs wide in front of an aunt she had not seen for years. But her aunty made her feel so good and mommy was tired. Mommy took a couple of bites of breakfast as she watched her Mormon converted younger sister suckle the cock virgin flesh of her daughter. The unusual large clit was now in the way as so hard and long and aunty could not manage all the cunt meat in her mouth. She pulled the mommy down to help her as she fastened her cunt sucking mouth one the young pink hole ravenous for any cunt juice always back at her devoted Mormon enclave, but her niece was so tiny, pink and prefect open cunt blossom and just the most delicious young cunt. Pulling on her older sister's hair, the mommy to her child's swollen clit, they joined in relieving the slim perfection of all her pains that occurred more and more. Aunty silently realized the efforts her older sister had suffered through while stroking the beginning tit mounds on her perfect niece and her older sister's soft hair she had often pulled into her own cunt when they were younger.

The two sucked and pinched the young titties until the child erupted in stream of young cunt squirt until her small body finally found relief and slumber even though her nap time was not for hours. Aunty carried the limp, spent child to the living room where aunty had first sucked the delicious cunt just last night.

Mommy and Aunty made quick decisions as she slumbered and most of the luggage was packed and in the two cars when the slim naked darling awoke. Mommy and aunty let her wake by herself even though the delicious tasty young child laid open and both salivated as the young sister gave Mommy a hard fist fuck before they would leave for the Mormon conclave. The cleaning of cunt slime and pure young squirt that had happened in only one night. A van of scantily clad, white translucent robed but nude young girls was already on the way from the Mormon enclave they gathered the small child in soft blankets and strapped her tiny body secure. A van of 8 young nubile teens arrived just as they drove away. The teens scrambled in their translucent white gowns showed every aspect of their small bodies in the morning sun. Anyone and all could easily see the slim young flesh with eight sets of perky nipples and barely haired young cunnies. All had broad wet spots on their gowns from the orgasmic drive even though the driver had admonished them so many times until the smallest found just enough space to finally stop the older sister's ranting as she fastened her mouth on the wanton wet cunt almost causing four wrecks. The backs of all the perfect white gowns were soaked in cunt juice that over flowed even the hungriest cunt sucking cunt fluid drinkers. They all immediately and quickly cleaned the house clean and it was already sold with the vast Mormon connections as they scrambled with pails back into the van as they immediately went after each other's small titties that seldom suffered through two horrid hours of not being pinched by someone. Not even a finger fuck as their white gowns so accidently raised above their slim butts and wet cunnies that had never had to suffer the lack of attention to any part of their young horny bodies.

The drive was quick as the leader was eager to see what and what the hub bub was about. Something must be very special in the all-female Mormon enclave dedicated to saving young girls from the abuses of old men. Men that had ordained all women were property to be exchanged by horny old men so young they had no idea they had fuck holes or fuck flesh, titless still for most part as they were handed over by their own fathers to decisions of elders on who would destroy their virgin fuck holes. So many liked their tiny hinny holes even if they screamed, they were property to be exchanged as fuck meat to old smelly men. Hard old men that only sought their pleasure in the bond of Mormon's as they rammed fucked these tender children cunts, asses and mouths until they flooded with harsh sperm and so many vomited when their small mouths were used like just another fuck hole. The small unsuspecting faces shiny with precum and now old man sperm dripping from wondering young pink mouths, flat chest in white gowns as the tiny heads were held to be face fucked.

Thus, the all-female Mormon conclave was born. Save the younger before they became pure fuck by the leaders, owned, exchanged fuck meat as their mother's had been used and their children would become just fuck property and fuck meat for the elders. So many of the daddies visited each other to see how their young girls were getting along and slammed fucked their own as they were blinded by their white robes around their heads revealing tender young titties and tiny hips that daddies had longed to fuck.

The young cunts had been soddened by other sperm but remained their daughter's cunnies they had washed so hard in tubs. Daddies often came by to sample their exchanged daughters, young tender daughter's after they had brutally fucked but daughter cunt and daughter cunt flesh wash divine.

Absolutely forbidden and often done. The elders shared so much as they delivered guidance to the Mormon flock standing reverently at pulpits with hard stiff cocks under their robes thinking of their own and so many daughters they would fuck later.

A new dormitory was under construction when Mommy, child and Aunty arrived. So many just came to them for saving from the ownership and so old men, none would ever consider if they had a choice over their lives. Word had wandered through the girls in silent whispers that caused so many to seek safety.

Now the entire conclave was in high anticipation as their leader and true savior seldom left mostly in fear of the Mormon mafia that all knew but no politician, local prosecutor would dane to hold accountable or even questioned. Aside from the money they all got young cunt to fuck and the Mormon's were hands off, except for the young fuck meat. The purest of all were the most demented in sex issues they so often demanded congregations avoid while every wife, many wives for some, husbands nodded that sin was so terrible for all. The horridness of huge cocks slam fucking any hole anywhere in fields, homes and pumped so full of sperm as the tiny white robes were simply raised above slim young bodies bent over anything or just knelt for fucking. Never nice and never a touch of tenderness, just fucked when some old guy wanted. Duty, Mormon duty ordained and ordered any woman or girl perform upon demand anywhere and everywhere need arose. So many held the tiny heads so hard as they rammed fuck meat in tiny mouths just because they were entitled. So many cunts fucked it was old they liked to watch some girl struggle for breath, nude small bodies having old cock shoved in their mouths and throats until sperm erupted from some while others had learned to swallow and accept duty.

Many of the child girls arrived with horridly abused reddened mouths, so young cunnies that were not fully developed but open holes. Open tiny asses gaped on so many small little white asses that were once just pink and now purple holes like their loose young cunts no longer tight enough for duty.

Aunty hastily asked, never demanded from the abused girls, just asked when the cars were swarmed, luggage was hauled away sometimes it took two of the smaller, but they got everything as asked, not ordered but asked. No one was ever forced. Not here and not ever. These mostly children while some were older and just truly loved taking care of girls saved, but very few had not been hurt and abused, horribly fucked like property and fuck meat. The very few untouched and saved were off limits and no real command had ever been spoken, but so many knew what these had been saved from and cherished like precious newborns. No horrible man would use them ever as long as they could protect them.

One slim 14-year-old took the blanket wrapped child in her arms. She was not really big or strong but very determined as she carried the child to the dorm. The rooms small and shared requests were followed as she laid silent child in slumber on her own bed with all intent of helping with the mommy until final rooms were assigned. The small child moaned and wiggled as the blanket she had been wrapped in fell away. The 14 year-old saved child barely had any of this precious child's development.

She had wished but nothing happened no matter how hard prayed. The small titties on the slim thing were as big as her own, damn whatever she would never grow titties, not real boobs. The small child had her tiny legs splayed quite unknowingly as the soft blanket fell away. The pain returned as she moaned for her mommy to help. What ever to do with duties and such a small succulent child in need.

Maybe just some suckles would help this small one. Her head was grabbed as the much smaller child demanded immediate attention thinking Mommy was relieving her young problems. An increasing issue that only caused ache she had tried to solve, but Mommy had finally helped her.

The slim titless 14 year-old had been horribly used. Her "husband" made her fuck farm animals. She had no choice as she was owned. Her young tender pussy was pure fuck hole. The horses were the hardest on her tiny body. They scraped her tiny tit nobs across bails of harsh hay. They rammed her precious face against stable frames as they just ram fucked her as her "husband" jerked his old filthy cock.

The slim 14 year-old was also the best cook, many thought she was some sort savant chef. Older saved women became her sous chefs. The tiny slim girl was a wonder in the huge kitchen.

So much was available on the vast grounds. Rich vegetables fertilized by young cunt. All the little girls little cunnies dripped as they tended the fields in their transparent white gowns none had panties or anything that could catch young pussy cream. Little titties some just bumps and some getting pointy.

Some little pussies had the beginnings of hair, but most looked like some dust had gotten on their little pussies.

Little Muffin was only 8. She was called Muffin as a nickname but mostly because her little pussy was puffy and poked out in a bulge.

Muffin loved the slim 14 year-old . The slim little girl and "CHEF" may never recover her pussy. She had been so brutalized by horse cock her young cunt was an open hole. Little muffin never left her side once they connected. It was one night and Little Muffin was moaning in her tiny bed. The enclave for saved Mormon fuck meat had to sell the wonderful girl cream fertilized vegetables to support all the saved little girls from the filthy elders.

The slim titless "CHEF" came to her and ate her little muffin until she fell asleep.

Little Muffin loved her and she was allowed to stay with the slim 14 year-old "CHEF" Little Muffin felt so bad about the slim girls abused pussy meat. Muffin would never leave her. Little Muffin would lick the huge gaping cunt meat as they hugged each other with Little Muffins muffin on the slim teens mouth and she tried to find some way to help her love. Her tiny pink mouth and small delicate tongue had to really lick chew, just anything. Muffin got so much love and she could not return the same love.

The slim teen sucked her muffin and finally relented her manifesto to never harm a little girl. One night she was sucking Muffins little girl cunt juice as she showed delicate Muffin what to do.

She grabbed little Muffins slim arm and rammed it in ruined horsed fucked young cunt.

She found Jesus as the tiny arm felt so slim and silky. Young tender 8 year-old arm with her tiny fist deep in her destroyed cunt meat. She fondled the child's head and led her little pink mouth to her clit.

She bucked so hard out of control never stopped sucking Little Muffin's muffin. She may have bit the child pussy.

The slim "CHEF" had not had an orgasm for so long. Her fucked out pussy was useless anymore. She was animal fuck more precisely horse fuck. She lost any sense of control as her small pelvis bucked. She had no idea how she might be eating muffin too hard.

At least the mommy had some relief as her little child had so much help. At night gowns came off and little naked girls with wet little pussies some had tit bumps and some just flat with tender nipples that were so sensitive any touch or lick or bite was so damn wonderful.

The Enclaves creator, Aunty, knew that little girls needed some youthful relief. At least the little girls were no longer owned fuck. Little girls exchanged amongst the elders to just be holes for cock. Most old tiny cocks. Well at least the little saved girls were safe. Somethings in life were necessary.

Aunties niece had lots of friends helping her child cunt issues often standing in line. Her sister slept in her room and loved being fist fuck now that her mommy was relived of sucking her small baby girl every hour for the past year. Yes, the child's pussy juice was delicious and yes she did it because loved any pussy juice. But her child had made her jaw ache.

C.U.M. - Part 1

Shelley just wanted to get her Associate's Degree in Nursing, not deal with a tentacled monster from beyond space. But first semesters were always tough.

Here she was, at the frosh mixer, with slimy appendages curling their way through an interdimensional portal in the dorm cantina wall, and she was the only one not freaking out. Has no one read Lovecraft? Hello!

She had chosen the Community University of Miskatonic (or C.U.M. as it was locally known, tongue, and other things, in cheek) because it had a reputation for teaching the more esoteric medical knowledge. Specialization never hurts! And it was local. Shelley was an Arkham gal born and bred!

Most of the students had bolted from the room but Shelley kept her cool. Her dad had taught her a thing or two before he disappeared on an expedition to the Arctic. Thankfully there was one other boy who stayed behind, but he seemed to be more paralyzed in fear rather than staying back to fight. Shelley made her way over to him as the tentacles inched forward with the deafening vortex of the portal and wind kicking up the party decorations around the room.

She recognized the boy from around campus. Pale, big brown eyes, wavy dark hair, small slim build with a leather jacket and collar around his neck. Cute and kinky, just her type!

"What the hell is going on?" he shouted above the chaos as one tentacle began to wrap itself around his ankle.

"New around here?" Shelley asked as she felt a slimy appendage touch her torso.

"Oh man, we just moved from Philly!" the boy said as the tentacle wound its way up his leg. It wrapped itself around his waist, lifted him face down off the floor, and another tentacle ripped his tight fitting jeans off. Shelley viewed his cute little bubble butt with admiration, and noticed a pretty prominent appendage of his own dangling from between his leg. Damn!

"Relax, don't worry! We'll get through this!" The being from beyond was lifting her off the ground and tearing her clothes off. She felt her heavy breasts fall free and the wind flow against her bare, shaven cunt as a slimy tentacle moved its way up her naked thigh. "This being feeds on fear and terror, if we can deny it that and instead express pleasure and ecstasy, it will be destroyed! Do you think you can do that?"

"Bitch, please," the boy said as the tip of a tentacle pressed against his anus, "I'm a power bottom!"

"Damn, you're perfect!" She said as she saw the tentacle as it plunged into his ass and then felt another tentacle open her up, plunge in and fill her cunt, "Oh fuck!"

She felt the ooze from the monster mix with her own juices and drip out of her pussy as the appendage hit her cervix, filling her up and hitting her g-spot. The being had snaked its way around their ankles and wrists and had them spread-eagled in the air as it ravaged their bodies. Shelley's body trembled from the sensations as the tentacle plunged into her. She looked across to the boy and saw him slack-jawed, eyes wide and moaning from the experience. His seven inch cock was rock hard beneath him and leaking pre-cum. Shelley realized this was her chance.

Slowly, carefully she freed her left hand from the beast's grip. She reached down to her loins, where the tentacle was pummeling into her, and gathered up the mixture of ooze and her juices onto her fingers. She then drew an ancient, intricate eldritch glyph across her naked torso and over her heart. With the same hand, she reached out and gathered some of the boy's pre-cum from his leaky cock and drew the same symbol across his chest.

"Okay, this is it," she screamed, "Give in!"

She felt waves of energy flood over her, cascading through her body. She could feel the glyph on her torso begin to tingle and through half shut eyes she could begin to see it glow. She heard the boy shout, "Yes! YES! Give it to me!"

She was almost there herself but couldn't quite make it until she felt a slimy appendage pushing at her anus then jammed its way into her ass. Her eyes shout open and she couldn't help herself as the most intense orgasm washed over her body. She screamed out loud as she felt her juices flow uncontrollably out of her cunt and down her quivering thigh.

Across from her the boy's cock twitched and he shouted as wave after wave of cum shot out of him and landed on her across the room, covering her hair, head, tits and belly with more cum than she ever thought possible.

The eldritch glyphs on both their bodies suddenly glowed blindingly bright through the power of their orgasms. An unearthly, unnatural scream filled the room and Shelley and the boy fell to the floor as the grip on their wrists and ankles melted away. The tentacles in their orifaces desolved to slime and goo leaking out of them. The wind and deafening noise abruptly stopped as the portal from beyond time and space slammed shut.

Shelley and the boy lay on the ground, panting and shaking, when the heard the doors open.

Shelley pulled herself to her elbows, feeling the cum slid down her face and body, and saw the entire freshman class of C.U.M. looking at them in shock and horror.

Their clothes had been torn to bits and pieces. Shelley and the boy were naked, covered in muck and filth, laying in the middle of the room. So Shelley did the only thing she could think of, she grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him to her.

"Come here, lover!" She growled as she planted her lips on his and kissed him deeply. Their tongues intermingled for few moments then they helped each other to their feet.

She grabbed the boys hand and lead him through the crowd of students, her pale supple ass jiggling as they made their way into the night and back to her dorm room.