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Continuation of the story with two more parts, after this one,
completed, more to come
ÿWPC4 of prick men and fool women,
she would care for herself in her own 'real' world, dreaming about whatever she wanted to
without being told to get to work or do something or other to satisfy her husband's need for
personal attention whenever he felt the urge, and then forget she even existed as a person
with hopes and dreams and special needs as well - hopes and dreams and special needs that
were never met, and when they were it was meaningless, because she knew he didn't really
want her, only wanted to use her to satisfy his own needs, like hanging her on a hook and
taking her off whenever he needed her, then hanging her back up again in the freezer until
next time. No fucking wonder she felt so cold toward him. The prick! As cold as fucking ice.
Just wait til the next time he tried to take her off the hook. He'll fucking see! She didn't need
the likes of him or any man from now on in her life and she'll be a darn sight better off on
her own anyway. Alone and safe. Alone. Shit! Alone at home. Alone in a crowded room.
What was the fucking point of it all? Jesus, lady! Change the fucking subject before I throw
up, right down your chest! She smiled and then casually turned and glanced quickly behind
her.
"Expecting someone?" She was asked, when she faced the boring twins again.
His present mate was wrong. He knew it, but she did not. She had lost respect. He had
not. And it was a shame. They used to have a unique bond between them; one that, at the
time, he had believed would endure forever. Yes. It was a shame. Now, He simply didn't
care. Things change. People change. And then they moved on, to other people, and other
places, where they were more happy, and more content. Where was She? He moved on. He
wondered many things as He continued to casually seek Her out, chatting to those known to
Him, greeting new friends as they were introduced to Him. What was She like? He hadn't
noticed if She had been arm in arm with a mate earlier, when He had first seen Her. What
was She thinking right now-this very second-now that She had seen Him, knowing that She
had recognised Him in that way, and He, Her? Her eyes seemed to smoulder at Him. He
remembered that and it spurred Him on to find Her.
* * *
Then She was there, talking and smiling politely with a woman and a man, with no other
male was near her, or about her. He waited, knowing She had not seen Him this time. He
remained behind Her, to wait and to watch for any sign of another male-Her mate, maybe.
But after fifteen minutes there had been no-one. He decided to move forward into her line of
sight so that She would see Him, so they could progress to the next level of introduction, -
rapport.
"No." She answered the elder of the boring twins who had spoken to her. Then she
listened attentively as they dropped quickly into top gear over some stupid thing that nobody
in the world would have given a shit about hearing, probably even themselves if they weren't
at this lifeless fucking party for someone she didn't even know, leet alone care too standing
erections about. She felt the skin prickle on the back of her neck and along her forearms. She
shivered. Jesus. What was that?
Then Her mate suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, arriving before He had
even finished the thought of moving toward her. Not too tall, he was, standing beside her.
Not as tall as 'He' was. He seemed weak of mouth and chin, no doubts about him having the
same character that went with those feature traits; a controller through intimidation, through
humiliation and degradation, and probably even physical violence to get his own way. A dis-
respecter of things he believed he owned like chattel. He strained through the din of the
crowd and listened as Her mate spoke over the top of Her in conversation, laughing stupidly
at his own words. He sensed the smile had vanished quickly from her mouth and face, also
from the faces of those with whom She had been previously been speaking who had seemed
jovial.
She listened, but she did not hear, or tried not to, anyway. Hard not to though when he
was right there in her face, telling his stupid joke to make himself look good in front of the
boring twins. His eyes told a different story though. She knew he was angry because she
wasn't hanging off his arm like an amulet, for show to his boss and everyone else. A show-
pony. Look but don't touch. This woman is 'owned' by me. Like fucking hell! She had
deliberately separated herself from him when he had been engaged in conversation by three
men earlier, hoping he would get lost and fall in the pool and drown or some other such
natural or unnatural disaster. Any minute now. Any second now, but she didn't care. She
started to tune out, knowing he couldn't hurt her anymore, even with public humiliation.
What was that compared to slapping her silly and cutting her face? Twice now? She gritted
her teeth as he began, tuning out even further, and smiling inwardly as the faces of the boring
twins began to lose their false smiling masks with the onslaught of his abusive tirade and
showing of public ownership. She didn't give a shit. Not a single shit. Who was he anyway,
to her? Nothing! Like all the rest. Nothing! She was better than all of them, better than every
prick in the world!
Her mate had obviously dampened their jocularity with his arrival. Now all appeared
to want him gone. He watched as Her mate then moved away, smiling falsely, his hand
gripping Her forcibly by the soft flesh of her upper arm, steering her his way and that,
whether She wanted to go or not. These things He saw, and He interpreted. Her face and
features were hidden from Him fully now. Her back was to Him as Her mate stopped, turned
and faced her. He spoke now with a serious face, a cruel face, a threatening face - the weak
face of one who liked to stand over, to rule, to control improperly, and to intimidate. He also
noticed She did not hang her head in submission or subservience. Her shoulders were set
square and firm as Her mate spoke on in an obvious angry tone.
Ass-hole! The fucking ass-hole. Man-handling her like that-like a piece of meat, and
in public, too! His grip had hurt, too. Fuck him! How 'dare' he treat her like that? Then she
calmed a little, simmering like a volcano beneath the surface of her fixed smiling face and
features. What did she really care now, anyway? He had no real power over her, except that
which she gave him. Stupid fucking woman that she was. She was mentally already out of his
life and times, so what did it matter? She just hadn't quite figured out how to take the first
step yet, but she fucking-well would soon. Of that, there was no doubt in her mind
whatsoever! He was history as far as she was concerned, no matter how much she was letting
him get away with at the moment - no matter how big a fool he was trying to make of her in
this public display of ownership and possession. She stared right through him, the verbal
assault sliding right off her like water off a duck's back. She set her shoulders and gritted her
teeth. What did it matter? What did anything matter? Then suddenly, she had a strange
thought. "Offense was the best form of defence." it said to her quietly in the back of her
tuned out mind. And right there and then, in the middle of his sentence, his abuse, his tirade
that was seeing his face grow more red by the second, right there and then in the middle of
her own life and times, that she, if no one else, cared a lot about, she spoke, and then felt
very good about herself for the first time in a very long time. Something 'did' matter after all.
'She' mattered! She fucking-well mattered! She smiled at him then, with her eyes narrowing
and her gaze hardening, already feeling wonderfully free before she even opened her mouth
to speak.
"Fuck! ... Off!" She spat at him with the forced, quiet, deadly hiss and venom of a
lethal rattle snake.
He saw She held her head high, as best as He could see from behind Her. He could
imagine the defiance in her gaze, along with Her jaw muscles as they probably ground upper
molars against lower molars in suffering endurance of He who would treat Her that way in
public. Yes. He could imagine Her face, but He wanted to see it, to gaze into Her eyes so She
could know Him truly before He became formally introduced to Her. Then suddenly, Her
mate stopped talking, his mouth hanging down in what seemed to be stunned silence. Then
he spun on his heels, glanced instantly left and right, then turned quickly and walked away,
leaving Her there, alone. For a few seconds He wondered what had happened. He saw Her
head shake slowly from side to side, then hang down a little way, but only for a few seconds
before rising high and proud again, as one would see and expect when in defiance of a tyrant.
He watched on as her head slowly turned to the left, and then slowly, casually to the right.
Was she seeking Him out? He then felt a long-forgotten familiar stirring, a sensing; buried
under the years of His previous bonding to another it now yearned and surged within Him,
empowering like waves of a slow burning, a feeling of something simmering, smouldering
once again, slowly uncoiling, within His mind, and within His loins. It empowered Him fully,
awakening Him once again, as it always had in the old days; the days before bonding to His
present mate. His pulse quickened slightly as He watched her gaze from behind Her head
slowly searching from left to right, and then back again to repeat the process casually. And
then His senses spoke to Him from within. The times was now. This was the place, He was
the Master yet to come and to bond with Her ... and She, was the one.
She felt unchained, released, free at last, not really believing how empowered she felt
at that moment. How strong, and how enlightened. She should have done that years ago. Fuck
him! Fuck them all! Fuck all men! The pricks! She looked casually from side to side like a
predator, and feeling like one in every sense, searching without searching to any observing
eyes, searching for a certain pair of strange and different-looking eyes - eyes who couldn't
see that she was a human being and deserved to be fucking-well treated with respect! Where
was he? It was time she taught a few people a few lessons, starting with him, the prick! He,
whoever he was, was going to have a fucking bad-hair day when, and if she saw him again.
Ogle her, will he? As if he, too, found her as just another attractive piece of meat on display
in the store, to be stared at, and then prodded and plundered, and then slapped and humiliated
like a fucking non-person when her unique novelties had worn off? Where the fuck was he
with his strange eyes and filthy fucking thoughts of coring her with his pole of hot iron?
She'd shove it right up his fucking ass and out the top of his fucking head! Where was he?
Come on, ass-hole! Where the fuck are you? Come to mama and meet your fucking destiny.
Come to mama and get the surprise of your boring and meaningless fucking life!
He focussed His empowered gaze squarely on the back of Her head and into the
centre of Her mind, heart thumping in anticipation of that which was soon to come. Her head
slowly stilled in its unknowing predatory travels. He willed his presence there, inside her
subconscious mind, from instinct. And it all came back as naturally as His now deepening
breathing. It had never really left Him, only lain dormant until needed once more, as it was
now. And then He was there.
The hair on the back of her neck and on her forearms prickled and stood up as if
someone had just walked over her future grave, juts as it had earlier on in the evening. She
shivered from the top of her spine all the way down between her buttocks, such that her
sphincter muscle twitched and her cheeks clamped powerfully closed. She searched the faces
of those around her to the left and right, but saw nothing. But the feeling was still with her.
She felt ten feet tall after telling her now-ex-husband what planet to relocate to, but she felt
also strange, as if she was not alone, inside herself. Her heart thumped and her anger grew
steadily stronger. What the fuck was going on here? Why did she feel all goose-bumpy? And
then she knew. She just knew. The ass-hole with the weird fucking eyes. He was behind her!
He had to be! She could 'feel' him behind her, and even in her head. She slowly deepened
her breath, filling her lungs to capacity and breathed it out again in a long slow hiss as she
turned very slowly and deliberately to face him. Come on, ass-hole! Come to your next and
last fucking mama! She turned slowly to face him; first with her head leading the way, then
her shoulders, followed by her hips, and finally her legs and feet.
It all seemed to Him as if She moved in slow motion. He waited until She had fully
turned, His gaze never leaving Hers for an instant, as soon as one met the other, Hers never
leaving his, either. Her eyes blazed fury, while He kept his own soft, receptive and warm,
holding back the natural strength of them until needed. The instinctive memories all came
flooding back to Him from the depths of His subconscious mind. They were needed now. His
mind must have sensed it. His sphincter muscle flexed and twitched, surging His loins. His
heart steadied itself in knowing. And then Her gaze met His in deadly earnest for the first
time in their mutual knowing and future bonding.
* * * *
He broke their gaze while Hers was still demanding as to the reason for His presence. He
searched for the right spot to take her to for their initial knowing, their initial bonding. Then
He saw it, a quiet spot, well away from prying eyes, yet still within four walls of the house,
just near the poolside door. He glanced back slowly, His gaze receptive and soft, still waiting
in silent and powerful strength. Before answering Her with His eyes did He again glance over
at the chosen spot, and then slowly back to her still-demanding and threatening eyes once
more. Smiling inside then, He watched her gaze leave His, briefly, travelling to where His
had been previously. Then She returned Her gaze to focus on him. He moved His head again,
slowly, yet this time did not yield His gaze from Hers. He watched as She looked twice more
at the spot, then back at Him, her eyes glowing white orbs boring two holes in his head. Then
slowly, She turned and moved casually toward His especially chosen site.
Even though he looked halfway decent she knew he was a prick, already telling her
what to do and where to go, signalling with his eyes. She had given him her best 'fuck-off'
look that had always worked on her husband when she didn't want him to come near her, but
it hadn't worked for some reason. She had expected to see that killer or hunter look in his
face, but mainly in his eyes, but it wasn't there. They had been soft, warm, not even inviting
even. She had felt even more angry at the thought that even this prick didn't have that
hungry-for-her look in his eyes and was about to storm off to another part of the house when
she suddenly calmed once again, her defiance of men in general spurring her anger and
defence to even greater heights in her mind and body. She felt her jaw set hard and fast, her
teeth grinding against each other in her determination. Okay big boy. Want to play, do we?
I'll fucking play with you alright. You want me to go over there? Away from all the people?
All the prying eyes? So you can touch me, and humiliate me, and maybe slap me around a
little bit, just for your own fun, and have your wicked completely with me? Sure. Okay. I'll
go there, right now. You follow me, ass-hole, and get fucking used to it! By the time I've
finished with you, you'll wish you never fucking-well laid eyes on this little fox! Follow me,
ass-hole. Let's .. fucking .. party!
He followed casually, but only after She had arrived and glanced back at Him by
turning her head to look. He had watched her move over there with the deliberate grace of a
black panther, her gait padding, slinking more than walking or stepping, each pace chosen
and deliberately, yet casually placed, one after the other, to the exact bearing of her weight,
almost as if she was stalking a prey. He knew She had known He had walked every step with
her, had felt Him, sensed His presence in silent, yet unspoken and undemonstrated strength
exuding from their first eye contact, their first meeting. He walked slowly and casually past
where She stood waiting behind the partitioned wall, positioning himself lazily against the
edge of the door, such that He could see behind Her, and any who might enter their space
unannounced. She could only see Him, the wall, and the blackness through the door to His
left side. He leaned back against the opened door, His face remaining calm, yet serious, His
gaze settling squarely on her own. Her face was full of fury and hostility, of defiance and
inner strength, and a lot of it, it seemed, not the face of a woman who had initial questions,
of wanting to know, to ask. He said nothing, nor did He intend to. He deepened His gaze
subtly, slowly into Hers, trancing down within Himself and His own natural instincts. His
sphincter flexed powerfully again within His surging loins as he saw Her face remain frozen
in time. Now He would know Her, fully and wholly, yet without touching a hair on Her head.
His face was serious. His eyes were sort of milky and deep, but soft and focussed as
they held her own, not lecherous as she had been expecting. So far, He hadn't said a word.
She had been expecting the usual come-ons she had heard before at parties with her husband,
but they hadn't come. She felt powerful and strong, but somehow a little afraid of this silent
soft eyes. She also felt as if he was invading her privacy, somehow - her private person, and
that made her fume inside her mind. Why didn't he say something? Well, it didn't matter
anyway. He was on borrowed time as far as she was concerned. If that was how he wanted to
play it, she could play at that game too. She'd take him down whether he was fucking
speaking to her or not. She was determined to leave this party now, and whatever was left of
her life, in a blaze of fucking glory! Give it your best shot, ass-hole, she thought angrily as
she hardened her own gaze. You're not that fucking good! And you're in for the ride of your
fucking life! Ha! And you'll 'still' go home without getting into my nest! You prick!
He deepened His gaze within Hers, already feeling himself grow to his masculine
maturity within the expanding trunk of His length and girth as He felt His way mentally and
psychically beneath her clothes. The intensity of His gaze left nothing to be discovered. She
was with Him. He believed this without question, in faith without doubt. And in that way
and manner did He proceed with Her bonding induction. His breathing deepened and His
pulse quickened as He mentally felt the swelling warmth of her soft, underbelly breasts,
already swelling with Her own deepening breaths and soft rousing panting. Jesus! He could
'feel' Her, there, in Her heart. It seemed to thump in His right hand, in His mind and senses.
And in His mind did He then take Her nipples, one after the other, firmly, knowingly rolling
them between fingers and thumbs, to elongate, to fill, to pleasure, and to let Her know of His
arrival truly on her private person. He watched, aware She seemed to suck in a huge breath at
His mental touch of Her breasts and stiffening nipples. Her mouth dropped open, Her gaze
glanced quickly down, momentarily to her bosom, to see, then quickly looked back to Him.
He locked and loaded Her gaze fully into His, knowing She would not look away again, no
matter how much she fought his intimate invasion of her mind and body, not unless He
permitted it. He encouraged by inner and outer focus the strength and the power of His gaze
to be as strong as any spoken power word of implied suggestion. At His mind's first touch of
Her did He then begin to draw Her breasts to him with both hands, pulling them firmly away
from Her chest, holding, kneading, caressing, lifting. He held Her gaze while deepening His
own, knowing She 'knew' what He was doing with Her, and 'to' Her. He was 'feeling' her
breasts, 'fondling' them sensually, sexually, and completely without Her permission, in a
raw, unadulterated and very sensual manner that He knew Her 'feeling' mind, Her
subconscious mind would like ... and would most surely respond to. And She did.
She was livid. Her absolute anger and pure shock at what she was feeling, being made
to feel somehow knew no bounds every experienced before in her entire life. What the fuck
was going on? It both terrified and angered her at the same time. She felt confused, knowing
what she felt was as real as if he were actually touching her. She tried to scream at him, but
nothing happened. Only in her own mind did she hear her own voice, or did she? She wanted
to turn and run quickly away from him and out of that house and life as fast her trembling,
shaking legs would carry her, but she couldn't. For some reason she was rooted to the spot.
She tried again, but it was no use. And all the time she 'felt' his touch on her breasts, holding
them roughly, squeezing her soft flesh. She felt pain in both her nipples and couldn't believe
it. What was going on? Her mind screamed at them both. What the fuck was going on here?
Please! She felt terrified and horrified in the same instant, but was so intensely shocked and
hostile she would not give in and cower like a beaten dog. She had experienced enough of
that from her husband. Her own violent temper and determination flared and surged within
her mind. Fuck you! She screamed at him silently, frightened again by the lack of sound from
her lips and mouth. Fuck you! You prick! Her every sense of survival instincts strained to the
max to wrench herself free of the hold he had over her. You fucking prick! Her chest and
stomach heaved as her hatred for men all over fed her inner strength. You won't win! In her
mind she twisted and she turned, screamed and shouted and yelled at all the men in the world
who had ever hurt or intimidated her in any way. You fucking-well won't win, you bastard!
You fucking lousy bastard!
He saw Her face flush from Her neck to Her forehead as His own breathing deepened
unconsciously yet again when He squeezed and kneaded the soft underbelly of each firm, full
breast in His mental hands. He imaged strongly Her soft, private flesh stiffening, erect
nipples, heaving flesh, as His lips closed about it hungrily, fully, to suckle strongly upon,
while he continued to lift and to weigh, to caress and to squeeze gently, yet firmly. He felt
Her strength in resistance surge and grow, then weaken and subside, and then surge and rise
up against His own power over Her mind and senses again. She was yet to know how much
He could and would eventually care for Her, if only She wouldn't resist Her bonding now. He
was determined not to let Her leave his life, now that nature had led Her to Him. He relaxed
inside himself and willed his own inner strength to greater heights, countering each of her
surging attacks in resistance. Her lips parted as She began to draw each huge breath through
Her open mouth in what seemed to be short, sharp pants of a quickening nature. Jesus! He
consciously wanted Her now-'all' of Her, but He knew He had to take His time, guided by
His own instincts. Soon enough, after the bonding had been completed he would know every
inch of Her mind and body before He would allow Her to go from Him, to make up Her own
mind as to Her future, with or without Him. Christ! He was so hard, so full, and so rampantly
rigid for Her to see, to touch, to 'feel' and to hold. Imaging Himself there, in his swollen and
bursting loins, he willed Her to see, to 'feel' Him ... there. He felt His eyes glaze and His
inner strength over Her rise up intensely from within his mind, surging strongly once again,
trapping Her there, empowering Himself and Her from within His own rapidly rising libido.
His testicles felt like two huge and swollen, bursting power-packs. She fought desperately
against Him. He 'felt' the fury of each forced violation and intimate invasion surge from Her
mind like the surf crashing on a sandy shore. And with that, She suddenly surprised Him by
breaking His visual hold to glance down at Him, there, for several long seconds while She
gasped and panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as She stood there, open-mouthed and
staring.
She could not comprehend what was happening to her, what she was feeling him
doing to her, and with her, both her mind and her body. His own body part she had seen
clearly in her mind, as if it were there, right in front of her face. She had not only seen it
grow between his legs, she had 'felt' it grow, almost as if it were a part of her own body.
God! What was happening to her. She was terrified to the core of her being. She had
somehow grown with it with every pulsing, lengthening, thickening inch. She had tried
desperately to break his hold at every turn, sometimes feeling as if she were just about to tear
loose at any second, only to be dragged back into his strength, his power once again. Christ,
nnnoooo! He was everywhere on her! Her breasts! His lips! How? Nnnnooooo! She screamed
over and over again, confused, her senses spinning crazily, held together in remaining sanity
only by her sheer volatile will to fight and exist as a human being.
She broke his gaze then. Her eyes rocketed straight to his crotch, and she saw. She
felt. Oh god! Nnooo! She could feel him. She was there, holding him, touching him, feeling
him, warm and hot. My god!`Oh god! Alive! He was alive there. But she was here! How! Oh
god. Pulsing in her hand. Oh god! God! Nooo! Then Her eyes snapped back up to his, not
believing anything. It was all crazy, not happening. Not to her. It couldn't be. No, please god!
Not to her! Her head spun like a whirlpool, making her feel weak and strong at the same
time. Her senses screamed as loud as they could, but she heard not a sound. She struggled
fiercely, physically, but nothing worked. Her panic started to mix with her terror and bloody
hatred. Nnnnnnooooooooo! You wonnnnnn't, you fucking prick! She bellowed and cried
almost hysterically as she felt his mouth on her breasts and nipples, sucking. Firm, lifting and
squeezing them. She could feel him there. On her. Over her. His hot mouth. His lips. Oh no!
Nnnnoooo! But her screams came from her struggling mouth as silent gasps only. She
couldn't break free of his hold on her physical body for all she tried. But she refused to give
in, to let him beat her. She wouldn't. She would die first. I won't let you! She howled her
anguish at him and every man in the world who had ever hurt her. I won't let you! And
onward she struggled and fought him valiantly, even though she felt herself weakening. I
won't let you! She screamed at him again and again and again, over and over, fighting on
still. God, she was so hot, so thirsty, for him. Nooo! Ohh nno! Not for him! Hot! And thirsty!
For it! Nnnnooo! God! Not for him! Not for him! Her hatred surged and swelled like a
hurricane, powering her to hate each moment with a passion so unworldly.
When She looked up again, Her lips were visibly dry, Her mouth, panting and more
loosely open, such that He could see Her pink tongue resting, coiled behind Her lower teeth,
as if waiting to strike out quickly to moisten Her full, red lips, which it quickly then did, as
soon as Her gaze locked back onto His. Like a death-adder snake in search of its prey, Her
long, firmly-pointed tongue shot out and over and around both full, deep ruby lips, twice,
leaving them glistening in its slippery wake before it recoiled and withdrew behind the ivory
gates of Her gleaming white teeth, to wait for the next time it was needed to quench her
body's inner and very physically rising thirst for Her own moisture ... of any kind. He was
bonding with Her truly now in Her induction, and He knew She knew it. She just did not
'know' She knew it. Yet He knew Her body's mind did. Her mind would be full of the
images of Him, now that She had only just seen and imagined in all His full and standing
splendour. This, He knew, sensed, and sincerely felt, physically, in His own core. And in Her
mind He 'wanted' Her to hold Him there, to grip Him firmly, closing her own mental fingers
firmly around His standing length and girth, while He continued to nurse Her breasts to their
fullest capacity in His strongly-envisioned hands. Between His pressing fingers and thumbs
was He now kneading each nipple and its adjoining soft under-belly flesh in full, until, in Her
mind and senses, they were crying out individually for His touch to firm, to grip strongly and
squeeze to the point of pain, yet to stop just short in exquisite pleasure. And with Her own
growing fullness vivid in mind would She now slide and squeeze that fully-standing part of
Him which She held, long slender fingers furling and unfurling, like skilful hands on the teat
of a heavily-uddered cow, feeling His main vein, the very thick, pulsating one, milking Him,
caressing Him there, His lance, wrapping around and releasing, then wrapping around again,
and then releasing, yet to grip and stroke and slide again and again, upwards, and then slowly
downwards on His pole ready for Her needs, to be used when She was ready for Him. And
soon, would She be just that - ready, and very, very accepting.
She struggled and she fought, but she also knew she was failing. Not just in strength
alone. Something was happening. What? Something? Oh god! Nnoo! She was holding him.
Wrapping her fingers around him. And wanting to. No! She didn't! She didn't! No! She did!
Oh god! So thick and hot. Noo!`So warm and throbbing! Oh please god! Oh please. So good.
Mmmm. Yessss! Noooo! Ooooooohhh! Yeesssssss! Fight! Please! Fight! Fight! No! Why?
Aaaahhhh! She was trying so hard, but was starting to lose what she was trying to achieve.
She knew, She knew. Yes. Fight. For him. Yes. Noooo! Not him! Not him! Nnnoo! In my
hands. Ohh, yessss. Inside of me. He's there. Now. Oh god! How? Oh god! No! No! Fight!
Yes! Yes! Fight! For him! Yes! Fight for him! God! So long and hot and throbbing and soooo
thick and pulsing in her hands, stroking, feeling, wrapping around and releasing.
Mmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Nooo! Yes! No! She was so confused. She knew it, but a
part of her held on, prepared to fight to the death for her own identity. But why? Fight for
what? For what? For him? For him? Why? Not for him! Yes. Fight for him! He wanted her to.
But why? Why? NO! NO! NO! Like fucking hell! `Like fucking hell! And she fought him
mentally like a mad woman possessed. Her inner strength came to her rescue once again,
flaming her senses to a brilliant white fire. It surged and crested in her mind and body. She
felt her strength returning. Clarity returned. She saw him. From the outside and the inside she
saw him. And she continued to fight him for all she was worth, and at that point she felt she
was worth more to herself than she had ever felt in her life before. She knew. She knew. He
was coming for her. He was! She wanted him to. NO! NO! NO! She didn't! Did she? NO!
Oh god! Oh god! Did she? She did. She did. Why? She did! Because he 'wanted her to!
That's why. No! NO! Ohhhh. God! Ooohh, yesss. Ooohhh, Jeesuuuss! Yeesss! NO! NO! NO!
Oh, yes! Oh yes! Mmmm. Ohhhhh. Yeeesssssss. Warmmmmmmm. Safe. Tired. No more
fighting. Tired. Need you. Please. Need you. Want you. Alive! Mmmm.yyeessss.
Mmmm.ohhhh, yesss. She was floating now, on a cloud, high in the heavens of his eyes.
Why? Ohhh.She felt soooogoooodd. Mmmm. Sooo good. NO! Ooohhhhh! Tired! Yeesssss.
Mmmmmmm. NO!
He studied Her flushed and obviously-inner-heated face. She was almost ready for
him...down 'there', in Her secret place. The room and all who were in it had disappeared
from His awareness as He tranced down inside Himself, His own deepening awareness now
allowing nothing to enter His thoughts and feelings, arousal or sensations, save for those of
Her. He deepened His gaze, drawing Her in and down and down even further again. He
sensed She sensed what was happening, sensedeast we
have today to enjoy each other." Hearing that, my heart really
sank! How was I going to tell him, without really making him mad?
"About that dear" I said gently, and he got a warning look in his
eye, "I'm afraid I can't go out today. I have a lot to do around
the house, and there is a lot I have to do to get ready for
tomorrow." For a full minute Tom said nothing, I couldn't tell if
he was mad or just disappointed. Finally, "That's all right, I
guess I'll just have to do something else. Actually, Mona called
earlier while you were asleep and asked me if I wanted to go to the
Car Show with her, she knows how much I like antique cars, but I
told her that we had plans for today. There is still time to call
her back and tell her that our plans were changed.
He sounded sincere, and I'm sure he thought it would be an innocent
day out with a friend, but I was still jealous. I knew Mona was
trying to seduce him, and wondered if after she talked to him this
morning she didn't call Gloria and have her keep me busy so that
Tom would be free. Hiding what I felt I cheerfully told him that
that was a perfect solution to both our dilemmas. I watched in
frustration as he called Mona, then got dressed and left.
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By the time Tom got home, which was a lot later than I thought
it would be, I had brought my new diary up to date. I had of course
had to include the day at Paula's place. She had called me up and
told me to be at her apartment at ten the following morning and not
to bother about what I wore. When I arrived at the apartment she
had taken me into the bedroom and told me to strip. I had done so.
Then she had given me a black leather miniskirt to wear and over
that a white apron with a bib that came up and fastened behind my
neck, it was just big enough on top that it covered my nipples but
otherwise left my breasts bare. Then she had explained to me that
her boyfriend worked the night shift and got off work at eight in
the morning. Then he and several of his fellow workers stopped off
to eat and then come back here to play poker. I was to serve them
while they played and be very accommodating to them, in every way. Ô h) 0*0*0*°° Ô The five of them arrived about half an hour later. They were a
young bunch like Paula, in their early twenties, and here I was in
my mid thirties serving them in my almost naked state. Paula
introduced me to them as their hostess for the game, and after, and
told them she was going out for the day and to enjoy themselves. I
couldn't help myself, my nipples became hard and showed clearly
through the embroidered top of the apron. The men cheered and said
they would take good care of me while she was gone.
I was told to bring them beer and snacks from the kitchen as they
all sat down around a heavy oak round table. When I served the
beer and snacks, their hands moved over the backs of my legs and up
my thighs. I shivered with the anticipation of what was going to
happen. One guys hands squeezed by buttocks. Another slipped his
hand under the bib of my apron and squeezed my breast. I couldn't
help a low moan escaping me. They began to play cards and I had to
keep the refreshments coming. It wasn't long before one set of
hands found the tie that kept the apron bib up and pulled it. The
bib fell down and there I was with my tits uncovered, naked from
the waist up. With that Paula's boyfriend pulled me onto his lap
and kissed me while his hand moved to my tits and he found my
nipple. He began to squeeze and pull on my nipple and then someone
else's hand found my other tit and began to play with it in the
same manner. Now I was moaning and rubbing my thighs together. I
couldn't believe how horny I was feeling, I could feel the juices
seeping from my vagina and the gradual swelling of my pussy lips.
A hand slid between my legs and then someone said, "Hey, she is
really hot, she's so wet even Charlie can slide his cock in there
easy." I felt his fingers enter me and begin to stroke me inside.
My hips began to jerk. Then I felt myself being lifted and laid
back on the table. Tom, who I now identified as the boyfriend,
told them to keep me busy and left the room. He went into the
kitchen and returned with a banana and a large cucumber. "I've
always wanted to see someone fuck themselves with these." He put
one in each of my hands and said, "Here try these out while we
watch." There were now two mouths on my tits sucking on my nipples
and a hand guided mine with the banana and positioned the end of it
at my cunt.
"Go on," Tom said. "Fuck yourself with the banana." Then using his
hand over mine he pressed the banana into me and guided my hand in
moving it in and out. In only moments my hips were responding to
the intruder and thrusting up to meet it as my hand shoved it in.
Tom's hand left me and then I was fucking myself with no help from
him. I could feel a climax building and he probably sensed it as
well because he grasped that hand and stilled it. Pulling on my
hand he pulled it out of me. My hips were still thrusting trying
to get back inside. Then he took my other hand and saying, "the
banana's wet enough, he guided my hand with the big cucumber to my
cunt and said now lets try this. I felt him push and now it was
spreading me wider and it was so thick, but I knew I wanted it so
I spread my legs further and then we pushed it in. About three
inches were sticking out and he clasped my fingers around it andÔ h) 0*0*0*°° Ô said "Now fuck yourself." I couldn't stop myself at that point I
wanted to be fucked. They could all hear my groans and grunts as
my hips jerked and my fingers pulled it in and out, fucking myself
furiously. While I was fucking the cucumber, I felt pressure
against my anus. "No, no," I mumbled, half delirious with lust,
"Not there." Then I felt it slip in and someone was slowly fucking
my ass with the banana while I fucked myself on the cucumber. I
had never felt anything like this before and I was crying out that
I wanted it, "I waaaannnnt it." Then I came in a colossal
cummmingg such as I had never had before. My hips were slamming up
against the cucumber while my ass screwed back on the banana. Then
I heard Tom say, "OK guys that's enough for the show now let's have
some of that hot pussy." I have no clear recollection of the next
three hours, just that I was fucked and I sucked everyone there
numerous times. At one point I was lifted in the air and this huge
cock slid into my pussy and another big one pressed into my ass,
and while I hung there between them, my arms around the one in my
cunt, and I kissed him sucking on his tongue, I knew that I was
jerking my hips back and forth to get as much as I could of their
cocks inside me. It was about two in the afternoon when Paula came
back and helped me shower and get dressed and back in my car to
drive home before the kids returned from school
Even though I spent hours writing out what had happened and how I
had felt, I was still confused about what it all meant. What did
Gloria want? She had said that not only would she change my life,
and she had, but that I would be happier when she finished doing
whatever she had planned for me. That I could not understand. I was
obviously her new hobby, some kind of major work in progress that
she was very proud of, but why she would destroy my life, and
especially why me, was beyond my comprehension. When he got home,
Tom said that he and Mona had decided to go to dinner after the
show, and that they had a lot of fun. We exchanged meaningless
small talk for a couple of minutes, then he said he was tired and
he was going to bed. I was worried about just how Mona had tired
him out, but decided it would be best to keep quiet.
The next morning I was up in time to make breakfast for everyone,
and Tom acted like there was nothing wrong, he was even cheerful.
I kissed him good-bye and told him I would miss him, even though it
was only for a day. He said he would miss me too, and that he did
understand how important my friendship with Gloria was to me. He
said he was sorry for being mad on Sunday and that he would always
love me. After he left, I still had a warm glow inside while I
cleaned the house and got ready for the day. By noon I was dressed
and ready to leave, I had plenty of time to get to the printer's
and pick up our Christmas cards and still be at Gloria's house by
1:30. The weather had turned unseasonably warm for November, and I
was glad I wouldn't need a coat. In fact, I would have liked to
have worn my shorts, if only the decision were up to me, but I no
longer had any say in how I dressed. I made sure to dress simply,
remembering what Gloria had told me the day before. I was wearing
a plain white blouse, the dark skirt with the slit they had put in
the side, stockings and shoes. Being unsure of her preference, IÔ h)
0*0*0*°° Ô stuck to a plain white bra and my most ordinary white cotton
panties. I braced myself before I left the house. It was time to
begin.
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By the time I got to Gloria's it was 1:25, I was so glad I was
on time! I was at her front door before I remembered what she had
told me, and I hurriedly rushed around the house to her back door.
I could not afford to get her angry. As I approached the back door
I noticed a young man doing some gardening and pruning in her
backyard, he looked about 18 or 19, tall, blonde, and a slim body.
He waved at me when I passed, then bent back down to continue
weeding. I rushed up to the door and knocked, and then the inner
door opened, but the screen door was still closed. "
"I'm so glad that you made it here on time, Joan" Gloria said as
she looked me over, "you still have five minutes before you're
late." Late? I was here already. "I'm here like you wanted, may I
come in?" I was hoping to get through this evening quickly, but she
had other plans. "Certainly Joan, But you should be comfortable
first. It is rather warm in here, and I think you would feel better
if you got out of those clothes first. Just pile them on the chair
next to you, and when you are completely naked you may come in. You
may even use the front door this once, seeing that you are being so
good." I stood frozen for a second, not believing what I heard, did
she really mean for me to undress where that boy might see me? I
could never let a stranger see me naked, I'd be too embarrassed. As
I looked up at her and was about to speak, she cut me off. "I
suggest you hurry up Joan. You have only 2 minutes until you're
late, and then I will be forced to give Tom a call and fill him in
on the exploits of his slut wife." With that she closed the door
and left me standing there, very afraid. I looked over and saw that
the gardener still had his head down, intent on his work. I figured
that if I hurried, no one would see me before I was safely inside.
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy. I kicked off my
shoes, removed my skirt, blouse, bra, panties, and stockings
quickly and then tried the door. It was locked! I knocked softly
but there was no answer, and I was running out of time. I looked in
the window and saw Gloria picking up the phone. I had to get in
there. Then I remembered what she had said a minute ago and
realized what she wanted. I knew I had no choice, so with a deep
breath I started to run around the house, hoping that no one would
see me. As I reached the door and was about to open it I got a
shock. "Say cheese." I spun around and there was a flash, then
another. I saw Mona standing there with a camera, taking pictures.I
almost fainted right then. As I turned back to the house, intent on
getting inside as fast as possible I ran into Gloria standing in
the doorway. "Why Joan. I didn't know you were so kinky, you should
have told me you like to expose yourself in public. And posing for
Mona, I underestimated you. But you can't blame her, can you Mona,
seeing how pretty she looks standing out here?" I stood thereÔ h)0*0*0*°° Ô mortified as both women leered at me. I just wanted to go inside.
Gloria spoke up "I do want to make you happy, Joan, and you can
come in whenever you want." I was relieved, for a moment anyway.
"But before you come in, please do me a favor and get the mail.
Then you can come in." She had a gleam in her eye and I knew she
was serious. Quickly I looked up and down the street, and not
seeing anyone ran out to the curb to get the mail. "Don't run dear,
it's undignified. Walk slowly and be proud of your body." I looked
back and saw Mona taking picture after picture of my humiliation,
but I was too scared to disobey. As I walked back to the house I
could hear cars driving down the street, and hoped it was no one
who knew me. By the time I got to the door all I wanted was to
collapse crying. Both ladies applauded me as I slipped inside. I
was so shook up I didn't even notice that they each squeezed my ass
as I walked by.
"It seems to have gotten cooler in here, Joan" Gloria said, "why
don't you give me the mail, and your cards and diary, I'll take
care of them. You can get dressed if you like, your clothes are
still on the chair where you left them." I was so glad that I could
get dressed and that she was being nice to me, that I didn't think
about what I was doing. I went out the back door and saw my clothes
on the chair. I was just fastening my skirt, having decided to put
that on before anything else, when I heard a man's voice. "You sure
are pretty Ma'am, and you have really nice tits." I looked up to
see the gardener in front of me, I had forgotten he was out there.
"Please just leave me alone, I'll go back inside." As I scooped up
my clothes and prepared to flee, he spoke again. "I'm sorry if I
startled you Ma'am, but you're so good looking I couldn't help
myself. Before you go, can I squeeze your tits please. Just once?"
I was outraged, I may have to take this from the others, but not
from this boy! "No, absolutely not, get away from me!" I wondered
why he kept grinning. "Joan! how dare you talk to him that way.
Have you decided to ignore my rules already? You are not allowed to
say no to any man, is that clear?" I turned to see both of them in
the doorway, Gloria looked mad, and that made me nervous.
"Yes Gloria, I'm sorry I said no." So there I stood as the young
man squeezed and fondled my tits, thinking that this I could
handle, having endured so much worse. I heard Mona whisper to
Gloria, then she spoke up, "Joan, I think that if you really wanted
to apologize to him, you'd get on your knees and suck his cock. And
if you're real good maybe he'll forgive you and give you a really
good fuck. You look like you need one." Oh no, I thought, as I saw
the grin on his face get bigger, here I go again. It didn't occur
to me how easily I gave in this time, or how much easier it got
each time they had me do something. Could I be getting used to it,
maybe even beginning to like it? I slowly got down on my knees
and unzipped the boy's pants. As I reached in and pulled out his
cock, I couldn't help admiring how big and firm it was. I brought
my mouth down onto the head, and let it slide into my throat. Down
and down until I felt his cock against the back of my throat, I
massaged his balls while I sucked. I worked on him for several
minutes, licking the shaft and taking as much of him down my throatÔ h)0*0*0*°° Ô as I could. I was amazed and startled as my nose pressed into his
pubic hair, I was taking his entire cock with very little trouble.
I was impressed with myself. I felt him tense, and his cock began
to swell, I knew he was about to cum. Before I could pull back I
heard Gloria's voice, "Don't pull back now, Joan, swallow his load.
Trust me, you'll love it, and you'll thank me for it." I obediently
stayed put, and soon felt his cum pumping down my throat. I
swallowed several times, and managed not to choke as I drank it all
down. Surprisingly, it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would,
I felt his cock soften just a little, but in just a couple of
seconds it was rock hard again. I leaned back, and looked up at him
and smiled, "well? Did I do good?" He smiled back, "That was the
best blow job I ever had! I can't wait to fuck you, you're the
hottest little slut I ever met." I knew I should be insulted, but
his words made me feel strange inside, I was actually proud of what
I was doing! What was happening to me? Gloria and Mona came up
behind me and helped me get up. As Mona took off my skirt, Gloria
said, "I am so proud of you Joan, you're finally starting to
realize what you're capable of, and what you want to be. You're so
much closer to becoming the total woman I know you can be. That is
why I'm doing this for you, you know." She sounded so loving and
compassionate it was almost easy to forget what she had put me
through in the last two weeks. Then I no longer had time to think
as the boy bent me over and came up behind me. "By the way, my
name's Jimmy. What's yours?," he asked as I felt his cock slide all
the way into my cunt in one smooth stroke. I was unable to speak
for a moment, but Gloria answered for me. "Just call her
Studfucker, she likes to be reminded of how much of a slut she
really is."
His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me I didn't care what
he called me. As he used his hands, one rubbing my tit and the
other stroking my clit, I screamed out. "Oh yes Jimmy, fuck me,
fuck me harder." I felt myself cumming, my orgasm was so strong I
almost passed out. Jimmy tensed again, and just before he came he
pulled out, flipped me over and started spraying my tits with his
cum. "Thank you Jimmy, that was great," I mumbled as I slowly lost
consciousness, my body feeling better than it had in a long time.
Gloria and Mona looked on, amazed. Joan was coming along
better than they could have hoped.
As Joan lay back, still dazed by what had happened, her mind
was spinning furiously. How could she have acted like that? Had she
lost her mind, allowing that boy, Jimmy, to fuck her like that. And
what had possessed her, saying those things to him, she had
actually begged him to treat her like some common slut. She looked
up to say something to him, to explain that she wasn't really like
that, that she didn't know how it had happened but that it would
never happen again, but he was gone! She wondered where he had
gone, and looked over to Gloria and Mona for answers.
"I'm sorry Joan," Gloria said, "I know you wanted seconds, but
Jimmy had to run off while you were recovering from that fantasticÔ h)0*0*0*°° Ô ride you gave him. I know you're disappointed, but if it will make
you feel better, he did say you were the best piece of ass he ever
had. And the wildest. He looks forward to fucking you again
sometime, so I told him to drop by your house some morning while
Tom's at work. I hope you don't mind." Joan was blushing so red she
felt like she could explode, "but, I can't, I wouldn't, that wasn't
me, I don't know what happened. I think I'm going crazy, I didn't
mean to do that, really I didn't, you have to believe me, I would
never do anything like that." As she rambled on, almost incoherent,
Gloria and Mona looked at her patiently. They knew what had
happened, that Joan was finally opening up and beginning to realize
how much there was that she had denied herself, but it would take
a while before she could admit it, even to herself. And they were
going to help her, whether she liked it or not. They waited for her
to calm down before continuing, since what Joan was going to have
to do next would certainly shake her up. Mona took control of the
situation, "now Joan, stop making excuses and admit it, you liked
it and you know it. Whatever else you might say, you can't pretend
that you didn't have some really fantastic orgasms. Now don't you
think it's time we all went inside?" Joan didn't know what to say,
she didn't want to admit that Mona had a point, but she also
realized that she was still sitting there naked. She jumped up and
grabbed at her clothes, setting aside her skirt so she could put it
on. "Don't get dressed yet dear, lets go inside first. Mona and I
need your help with something." Puzzled, she looked at Gloria,
wondering what was planned for her next, but she knew there was no
use arguing. She gathered her stuff and followed the other women
inside.
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Joan waited to be told when it would be all right to get
dressed. As she stood there, naked, she was surprised by their
behavior. Instead of letting Joan get dressed they were taking off
their clothes, acting like it was something they did every day,
they weren't embarrassed at all! "You know, Joan, this is all your
fault," Gloria said when both women were standing naked in front of
her, "if you hadn't put on such a great show with Jimmy we wouldn't
need your help now." Joan was confused, she still didn't realize
what they wanted from her. "What do you mean, what do you want me
to do?" They laughed, and Mona grinned wickedly, "well, our dear
little studfucker, your show outside has made us both very horny,
and we think you should do something to make us feel better." Joan
stared in shock while they laid back on the sofa and beckoned her
over. "Now, dear, it doesn't matter who you start with, but I
expect you to make us both cum in the next ten minutes. Or else,
understand?," Gloria was obviously enjoying the expression on her
face, the look of shock turning into fear, turning into acceptance.
This was getting easier all the time, despite Joan's protests of
how unwilling and horrified she was. Joan slowly got down on her
knees in front of Gloria, put her hands on each of the woman's
thighs, and looked up questioningly. She had never done anything
like this before, and she wasn't sure what to do next. Gloria wasÔ h)0*0*0*°° Ô aware of Joan's reason for hesitating, that she wasn't being
stubborn, just needed some prompting. "Just relax, and you'll see
that you know what to do. You know what you like, what feels good,
just do the same to us. Despite what you might say, I know you care
about us. Even if you don't understand why were doing all this,
we're still your friends and you know we still love you. In fact,
while you're working on us, we'll also do our best to make you feel
good." And it was true, Joan found that she didn't hate them, that
she still trusted Gloria despite everything. She hoped that she
wasn't just being stupid and naive. As she leaned forward to kiss
Gloria, she noticed that Mona was moving behind her. She felt hands
caressing her body, working around to massage her tits. She
continued kissing Gloria, moving down gradually until she was
licking and sucking on her tits. Gloria was reveling in the feeling
of Joan suckling her tits, just like a baby, when she felt a hand
slide between her legs and rub along her slit. Joan was slowly
working her fingers into her cunt and sucking her tits while Mona
was working on her from behind. Mona had slipped her hands down to
Joan's ass while she turned over and slid under her; she began
licking along her cunt lips, occasionally licking her clit, taking
it in her mouth and sucking on it. Joan was bucking her hips while
she licked and sucked, and made her way to Gloria's cunt. What Mona
was doing felt so good, she wanted to return the favor, she hadn't
known she would enjoy making love to another woman so much. As she
licked her friend's cunt and sucked on her clit, she slid first one
and then two fingers into the moist slit before her. She felt
Gloria shaking, and her thighs clenched around her head, she knew
it was almost time. Just as she felt the woman's orgasm, and tasted
her cum in her mouth, she herself came with a mighty shudder,
flooding Mona's mouth with her own cum.
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