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  • Fact-Checking Derrick: Part 5
    Fact-Checking Derrick: Part 5
    Jose’s Adoration: Valedictorian Jokes checks the rumors about her
    classmate.

    By BEWD 4133. Listen to the

    Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.



    Now well into the first weeks of June, a young man and woman

    were wandering out in nature together.. With the heat of the imminent summer
    now starting to really kick in, Derrick now found himself taking a hike through
    the woods with another acquaintance he had not seen in some time.

    "It figures you a high scholar like you would be into

    nature, Josie," Derrick commented to his current companion.

    "But of course," she smiled, enjoying the breeze

    on her face.

    Josie had long, black hair cascading down her back and an

    even more petite frame than Ashley. Her figure was less womanly overall but has
    its own adorable charm to it.

    Now strolling through the nearby woods, it became clear how

    different the mood here was compared to when they had set this meeting up. It
    was easy to have extended an invitation to her in the afterglow of that furious
    evening with Ashley, but now that they were reunited with the heat of that moment
    gone, it was a swift reminder that neither was particularly gifted in creating
    conversation. The sounds of nature helped fill the void of silence as they made
    their way along the path, taking in the scenery together.

    So, you seemed to have gotten my message," Josie was

    the one to break the ice as they paused at flowing stream, "From a few
    weeks ago, I mean."

    "Yeah, that was certainly something..." he

    murmured his response, "Got my attention that's for sure."

    "Well, you've had mine for a while," she responded,

    "I always preferred the more reserved types. You had a mysterious allure
    about you."

    "I'd hardly call myself reserved. I just didn't always

    have a lot to say in school. I just wanted to get home and play video
    games."

    "When your parents keep you at home studying like mine

    often did, video games are a good escape."

    "What were your favorites?"

    "I like The Legend of Zelda games," she gave a

    casual answer.

    "Those are good, simple fun. So are they as strict

    now?"

    "Not quite, but I found it best not to tell them I was

    meeting a guy out here. Same with that movie we went to."

    "I understand," Derrick paused to dip his hand

    into the current.

    Even while taking this moment to cool off, Derrick could

    sense a hesitation within Josie. Something she had wanted to say since the
    moment they had stepped outside together. He could see her face trying to
    muster up the courage for what it was that she had on her mind and it seemed to
    come after a deep sigh.

    "I know you agreed to have me out today, but I saw that

    you and Ashley were already..."

    "It's complicated," he kept his explanation

    simple.

    "So how did you end up doing that?"

    "Hot tub and some old, unfounded rumors."

    "I can see how that might lead to certain things. Sorry

    that I bought into the gossip."

    "You had nothing to do with it. I admire your choosing

    to do what you felt was respectful to my privacy."

    "I never would have taken you for such a showoff."

    "I could say the same for you. It's always us quiet

    types, huh?"

    "Well, I mean, that picture I sent..." she fumbled

    with her words, "I only would've sent something like that to you... I just
    got so fired up and frustrated by what Ashley was sending out to us that I just
    had to do something, you know."

    "Trust me, I get it. I just wasn't ever expecting to

    have that effect on anyone."

    "How can you say that, I mean, just look at you,"

    Josie motioned with his hands to his apparent confusion.

    "Hey I never thought of myself as ugly, but I'm hardly

    a heartthrob," Derrick missed the point.

    "That's not quite what I mean," Josie

    re-emphasized, "I'm talking about looking at all of you."

    "Oh, that, of course," he briefly felt like a

    moron.

    "Not that the rest of your body is bad or anything.

    That part is simply... special," she started to blush.

    "It's gotten some attention as of late," he

    offered the typical understatement.

    "I noticed long before then," she turned a deeper

    shade of red, " It was just... more than I ever could have guessed."

    "Ashley let me in on how you used to deliberately

    state, you didn't notice it by chance," he revealed as her embarrassment
    started to overflow.

    "Oh, come on, why couldn't she keep that a

    secret?" she began to pout instead.

    "Hey, it's partially my fault. I did some stupid stuff

    too," he admitted with nor further elaboration, "I didn't think it
    would still bother you this much. I was only teasing."

    "No, no, no," she tried to slap some sense back

    into herself, "It's wrong, it's rude, and I should apologize."

    "If I accept your apology, can we start fresh?"

    "Alright," she pulled herself back together.

    "Then let's use this chance to cool off. You look like

    you're on the verge of overheating."

    They both removed their shoes to dip their feet into the

    brook. Once the cool water at worked its magic on their toes. Derrick bent over
    to splash some water in Josie's direction prompting her to suddenly back away
    from him.

    "Hold on, I don't want to get my shirt wet, Do you

    mind?" she positioned her hands to remove her top.

    Once Derrick shook his head, Josie lifted her shirt up and

    over her head to place on a rock at a safe distance away from the splash zone.
    Now more suitably dressed, she felt up to a little roughhousing with her old
    classmate. At first, it started with laughter but before she realized it, Josie
    heard Derrick make a bigger splash than the ones before it.

    "Are you okay?" she inquired.

    "Yeah, just fell on my butt, nothing to concern

    yourself with," he replied

    Trying to back away from her splashes of water had caused

    him to lose his balance somewhat and fall on his rear into the water. It didn't
    hurt that much, but it caused his lower half to end up entirely covered in
    water. The one unexpected effect of this sudden soaking though was how neatly
    it caused the material of his shorts to cling to his loins. He only realized
    just what had happened when he spotted how suddenly Josie had turned away from
    him.

    "Oh come on, you don't need to be like that," he

    almost wanted to laugh, "It's not like you did that on purpose, and you
    already know what's under there."

    "I wanted to start fresh with you," she insisted

    "I can't go back to doing what I would've done in high school."

    "Then I won't do what the younger me would've done

    either," he decided to take a risk based on what he had learned from
    Ashley.

    All at once, he took off his pants and underwear to leave on

    a nearby rock while he got back in the stream. It felt gratifying to have the
    sun and fresh air upon the substantial appendage now out and hanging between
    his thighs once more. What was hidden now was Josie's face which she
    immediately buried within her hands to block out his striking visage.

    "Oh my God, what the hell are you doing, Derrick?"

    she wanted to gasp.

    "Leaving them where they can dry without taking on any

    more water. You shouldn't complain since you were the one who got them
    wet."

    "You can't do that out here. Someone might see."

    "Why should I care?"

    For all her perfect grades and test scores, Josie could not

    muster an answer to this question whatsoever. Instead, she struggled to keep
    her eyes from peeking through her fingers as Derrick walked back up to her
    side."

    "Let it go, Josie. I already know what you want. Trying

    to hide it again is silly. I know you're smarter than that."

    "If only you knew what I really want."

    "Try me."

    Josie uncovered her face and did her best to simply stand

    upright before him, looking up at him firmly with no concern for what awaited
    her down below. Her act worked a little too well as Derrick found himself
    placed on the defensive by her glare.

    "Okay, I get the point you're trying to make," he

    tried to crack her facade, "We can move on if you'd like."

    "I want you to handle me as you did her," she

    spoke sternly, "I know I'm not as curvy as her, and a bit of a shut in,
    but I want to be viewed as a woman just the same. She told me what you did
    later. What do I have to do to warrant that same treatment?"

    "Nothing special. All of that just sort of

    happened," he took a half step back.

    "But you're out here with your pants down with me and

    you're not even the least bit erect," she went right along with him,
    "What do I lack to catch your fancy? Do you solely like tits and
    ass?"

    "What? No, that has nothing to do with it," he

    desperately searched for a new tactic, "It's just that I wasn't thinking
    of sex at all. I just wanted you stop acting so bottled up. You had me
    worried."

    "Worried? About what?"

    "Worried that I had left you intimidated, I

    suppose," he pieced together an answer, "I didn't want you thinking
    that all I was out to do was to break you in half."

    "You honestly think that you would?

    "Well, you're a bit smaller than Ashley, and she liked

    it a bit rough to begin with. I figured you would be a bit more fearful of what
    I'm packing."

    "Fearful? You saw the pic I sent, right?" she at

    last openly acknowledged what she had done.

    "A toy like that hardly compares to the really

    thing."

    "Is that so?"

    "...would you like to find out?" he dropped the

    heaviest question thus far.

    "Like you wouldn't believe," she took his offer

    without an ounce of hesitation.

    His eyes darted around in search of a more comfortable spot

    to take the next step in. What he ultimate settled on was a rock shelf with
    some moss on it for a makeshift cushion while using the towel he had brought
    along in his backpack as a makeshift backrest. He sat with his legs open for
    Josie to settle in between but she opted to sit by his side instead.

    "Sorry, I'm not into that porno type stuff," she

    slyly remarked.

    "I didn't mean to insinuate you were," he narrowed

    his legs somewhat, "I just thought you would..."

    "That idea of sexuality isn't healthy," she

    continued over him, "So rough and violent. The body is meant to be handled
    more carefully than that."

    She casually reached a hand over to his lap where she could

    at last lay her grip on his loins. Her hand was noticeably tinier than Ashley's
    but that didn't stop his manhood for immediately perking up in her grasp when
    her fingers made first contact.

    "Hmm... so you do see something in me you're attracted

    to," her slow motions had him swelling in her palm.

    "Of course, Josie. Sincerity is always a turn on for

    me."

    "Sincerity, huh? So you're not a fan of that internet

    crap either."

    "Only amateur stuff between people who actually know

    each other."

    Josie was more than content to use her gentle fingers to

    gradually awaken Derrick's arousal as his eyes demonstrated their approval. It
    was mostly silent except for the ambiance of nature, but he could make out her
    speaking faintly under her breath. He figured she was mentally counting out
    each centimeter he grew, but something soon came out to prove him wrong.

    "Mmm... that eighth inch should be coming up soon,"

    she muttered under her breath.

    "Inch? I figured you'd be loyal to the metric system

    like Ashley."

    "There's indeed a terrible crudeness to this imperial

    system of ours, but that's what makes it perfect to use on cocks," she
    revealed an odd number kink.

    "Then you should be on the lookout for number six as

    well," His girth suddenly expanded to where her fingers could no longer
    meet. around it, eliciting a light gasp from her.

    The growing sensual aura between them helped it get from

    eight to nine much more quickly, and her eyes took on a new flame as she sped
    up her strokes to see just how close to ten she could get him to manage. She
    lacked any sort of real ruler but could tell just how easily she could get
    three hands around his shaft without even covering the head. The pulse pounding
    through it told her how much of a strain this sort of mass must actually be on
    him, so she slowed down towards the end so he could comfortably settle into a
    physical state of peak arousal. All the while, she had fought to prevent
    herself from looking him over too closely until his manhood had reached its
    zenith, but she allowed herself to begin a more closer inspection as she
    reached the full unveiling and found not a trace of disappointment in what she
    now had heavily throbbing for her.

    "Would you believe me if I told you that we never see

    anything like that in medical school?" she masked the extent of her
    excitement with a joke.

    "What do you mean? You ought to try becoming a

    veterinarian where they'll let you take a look at some donkeys instead,"
    she was surprisingly sharp-witted in spite of his current state.

    "I figured this thing would be taking up too much blood

    to think that quickly," Josie continued to up the ante with him.

    "I had enough left for one good line," he sighed.

    "And put it too good use indeed," she retorted

    before it sank in just how little how own mind knew of what to do next.

    She continued her careful stroking, which Derrick hardly

    minded, but the anxiety and confusion on her face rapidly became more and more
    apparent.

    "Mind if I help you with that," Derrick reached

    his hand to hers, adjusting her grip, "It feels better when most of the
    pressure is on the underside."

    "I see..." Josie took his advice but clearly

    remained out of her element.

    "I can see that this stuff isn't covered much in

    medical school either," he tossed her own joke back at her.

    "Hey, I tried to study it on my own, but it wasn't

    exactly clear," she didn't appreciate the humor nearly as much, "I
    mean, from what I could see it seemed like rubbing it was enough, but,
    especially with one like yours, it's easy to forget how real it is. It's easy
    to forget that you have specific ways you like being touched, just as we
    do."

    "You're not the only one still learning," he

    replied, "Would it help if I tried what I studied on you first."

    "What do you mean?"

    "After all Ashley did to me, I had to ask her how to

    return the favor correctly," Derrick's hand snuck across her thigh until
    reach reached a spot where her own fluids of arousal had dripped on to.

    "You mean you'd really want to do that with me, not

    just her?" she looked into his eyes.

    "Seeing is believing," he prompted her to remove

    her own shorts and panties as well.

    Josie's undressing revealed to Derrick the first sight of a

    smooth, virgin pussy in his life. He had seen the dildo she claimed to
    personally use, but just how smooth and tight it looked compared to any he had
    seen made it seem doubtful. Either way, it enabled the truth to finally sink in
    of how he had now become the teacher with her as his student. He moved the
    rolled up towel he had been resting on to the ground for his head to rest back
    on. He encouraged her to come over to him with a wag of his tongue.

    "You can't seriously mean to..." she trembled at

    the present thought.

    ""Try me," he kept on licking his lips until

    she did so.

    Hovering her womanhood over his face, she slowly lowered

    herself with special mind being paid to not place her weight on him all at
    once. Her controlled pace didn't dissuade him from making the first strike in
    using his fingers to pry her open until she was low enough for his tongue to
    get to work. He was certainly thankful that she didn't yet have anyone to
    compare him to, but perhaps it didn't really matter his she reacted to his
    ministrations on her folds and clitoris just as Ashley stated a woman should.
    What he didn't realize was how quickly he'd dismiss the notion that a toy could
    compare to an actual man from within her brain. The tenderness of his tongue
    against her inner flesh was radically different enough but what she really
    wasn't used to was what she was now staring at in front of her.

    "Oh my God, Derrick," she whispered as she leaned

    down further.

    At the very least, she had thought she understood the nature

    of male arousal going into this. She'd stimulate his penis a bit, it would fill
    with blood and become erect to ejaculate with further stimulation. That was the
    playbook she had been going with which Derrick had now completely trashed.
    Untouched and unhindered in front of her eyes, Derrick's manhood was bursting
    to life in a way her hands had utterly failed to capture. Wrongly thinking he
    had reached his peak, His size lurched closer to a ten and a seven than the
    nine and six she had gotten used to. The heartbeat she had only felt before had
    intensified to where it could be seen pulsing along his entire length through
    burly blue veins. His rotund testicles squirmed in his sack as his
    pre-ejaculate leaked all over the glans. She could even detect how his
    masculine odor had strengthened from how she could smell it from a distance it
    had failed to reach her nose thus far. On one hand she wanted to touch it
    again, but on the other, she wanted to see what his erection was capable of
    unencumbered, dancing in the air as its rigidity defied gravity yearning for a
    mate. She had never dreamed that she could ever elicit thus kind of desire from
    a man to be that mate, but she trusted in his promise that seeing was
    believing. Now she could only hope her own body was up to the task but that
    would have to wait until after the thunderous orgasm now being foisted upon
    her, leaving her body writhing and twitch as much as his proud dick.

    "Fuck, Derrick," she struggled to stop trembling

    all over, "Was that really your first time doing that?"

    "The first I wouldn't considered practice," he

    compromised, "You're not the only one dedicated to learning."

    "Believe me, I've learned plenty as it is," she

    wriggled off of him to recapture her breath, "I guess ought to return the
    favor now."

    On the surface it would've seemed that they had returned to

    their original positions, but she knew that couldn't have been further from the
    truth. She had come to realize what she wanted to do yet at the same time
    remained clueless. His cock had already dwarfed her hand as it is but now it
    seemed wholly inadequate. She tried flexing her jaw but quickly reached the
    same conclusion there as well. The pressure of knowing just how severely such
    an erection must need release, but she suddenly found comfort in seeing how
    calm and clear his face still was.

    "Stop overthinking things. I just want to see you do as

    you feel led and comfortable with. It's that direct and pure attitude that I'm
    finding so enticing right now. Don't think about doing anything right or wrong.
    Just be yourself for me."

    "...Alright, fine," she took one more breath to

    gather determination.

    Unlike before, Josie actually did take the offer to nestle

    between his legs this time. He adjusted his current position to where he could
    see what she was doing while still mostly lying back. This new angle place her
    head squarely in the show of his towering dick as she held it up in all its
    glory.

    "I can't even fathom my pussy being built to take

    something like this but I have the most earnest of intentions to try," she
    announced.

    "I look forward to seeing what you're capable of."

    "But first I have to prove myself worthy. I haven't

    adequately paid my respects yet," the scholar completed her thought.

    Utilizing his advice from before, she brought her lips to

    nibble on the rolled back foreskin where he had said his most sensitive area
    was. Even with only minimal contact she could

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  • Adventures of Long John: Part 5 - Blind Passion

    John is just what the doctor ordered.

    Based on the works of OnePaige, in 10 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Every

    couple of weeks John stopped at the lookout over Fort Wadsworth and
    took stock. He found that the position above all the other eight million
    New Yorkers gave him a sense of perspective. He liked the view over the
    harbor, even on a cold late February afternoon like this. The Verrazano
    Narrows Bridge faded across to Brooklyn in the fog on his right.
    Governor's Island and Manhattan receded in a gray mist on the horizon,
    the ranks of skyscrapers evaporating into the ashen sky. Dark fuel
    barges littered the harbor like dead leaves. The Statue of Liberty's
    outline barely broke through the monochrome murk on his left. Old snow
    brightened some spots in the panorama. The white-dusted, derelict fort
    sat below him, guarding the shipping lanes like an old man on a park
    bench watching the young runners pass, his own knees shot.

    John

    wasn't a broody man. Leaning against the truck with a thermos of coffee
    he couldn't help feeling the sense of isolation and waiting in the
    scene before him, but he knew Spring was coming. Taking stock of his own
    situation he really didn't have anything to complain about. His
    business was good. There was no shortage of houses to upgrade but a
    shortage of skilled and honest contractors like him. There was no
    shortage of older women who appreciated his twenty-nine year old,
    well-muscled and sexually skilled body, who hungered for his adroitly
    wielded male-ness.

    Why

    would he want the dull sameness of a cubicle job when every house he
    remodeled was different, each its own challenge and a chance to learn
    new skills? Why would he want one woman when every cougar was different,
    each her own territory to explore with her own appetites and skills to
    share? He appreciated their unique and gladly expressed female-ness. How
    tedious it must be to make love to the same woman every week. His
    roster brought him new adventures and satisfactions, when, he supposed, a
    single lover would get bored with him. As it was, each of his new
    lovers was delighted to discover him and the ones ready to move on did
    so with gratitude, before their relations got stale.

    No, he couldn't complain.

    Yet,

    with all the variety there was also a kind of sameness. He didn't know
    the women deeply and he made it clear he didn't want to. But John longed
    for something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was there some
    quality in a longer-term relationship that he might want to discover?

    He

    opened the email from Dr. Wright again and considered taking on the
    challenge she'd proposed: essentially, to act as a sexual surrogate for
    one of her clients. John wondered if this meant he would go semi-pro in
    the sexual restoration work fate had directed him to. He liked being an
    amateur, letting the women find him through his network of happy
    cougars. Still, it warmed his ego to have the psychologist suggest he
    had the skills to take on a 'special case' as she'd put it.

    Dr.

    Doris Wright knew his skill set well, since they conjugated regularly.
    She wanted him to help a woman become sexually active again who, as she
    wrote, had become frigid, afraid of sex after a physical and emotional
    trauma six years before. His time in Doris's consultation room
    'cleansing her chakras' always made him feel as good and powerful as
    having sex possibly could. How would it be to work under her guidance
    with a skittish and damaged patient? He'd had to turn away a few of
    those who'd heard of him at the diner because they were clearly a little
    nuts. John's fated mission to restore older women's faith in men, or at
    least enjoy sex, had its limitations. There were women who needed
    professional help. Should he, could he, take one on under the tutelage
    of the doctor?

    The

    part of her email that both intrigued him and gave him pause was the
    sentence: You must always be blindfolded in the presence of patient X.
    Apparently, the woman was so uncomfortable with her own physical
    appearance that she couldn't bear the idea of anyone seeing her bare.
    He'd never taken on a woman who wasn't eager for his body and what it
    could do for them, who wasn't at worst just a timid soul waiting to be
    noticed. This patient X seemed to be farther from ready than anyone he'd
    made love to. Still, she wanted sex. Sounded like Dr. Wright had got
    her to the point where she could at least claim that. Yet she was afraid
    to be naked? Definitely the kind of nut case he wouldn't touch alone.

    But; .

    The

    sun didn't set on these damp February days so much as it was eclipsed
    by the lights of the eight million New Yorkers. Below him the city that
    never slept chugged another cup of coffee.

    The

    stop at Fort Wadsworth and the cold air on the bluff woke John up, too.
    He would indeed test those frigid waters, wintry as they might appear.
    It might be that Spring was coming for this woman, too. It couldn't hurt
    to meet patient X in Dr. Wright's consultation room and get a feel for
    this particular challenge. Much better than going home to a bored wife
    of his own.

    John climbed in the truck. Her office, and the appointment, were only five minutes away.

    As

    the doctor had instructed, he arrived ten minutes past the hour and
    found the blindfold ready in the waiting room. It wasn't a cloth strip,
    but blacked-out swim goggles. He stood before the old oak door, settled
    the goggles over his eyes, worked the strap into his curly, black hair
    and knocked. Not a hint of light reached him. The sound of the ornate
    door hinges told him they needed some oil. Dr. Wright's voice told him
    she was in full professional mode, warm and slightly reserved.

    "Come

    in, John," she took his elbow and guided him toward the now very
    familiar, very plush, eggplant-colored couch in the center of the
    consulting room.

    "Sit

    here and let's get acquainted." He could hear the rustle of clothing at
    the other end of the couch and the anxious breathing of another female.
    The room was saturated with the thick smell of incense. Interesting how
    his other senses came to the fore when he couldn't see.

    John

    noted that under that heady incense lay the aroma of sex, of a woman's
    heat and a man's semen. Knowing Dr. Wright's earth-mothering,
    goddess-affirming practice he wondered if these rich and subliminal
    pheromones were in the air because she knew they'd reach her clients on
    the physical level and prime them for the sorts of treatment she
    provided. Their Friday sessions must surely have spilled a lot of
    aromatic fluids in the room.

    "This

    is Vivian," said the doctor. "I've told her much about you, though
    nothing about your personal life, of course. More about your sensitivity
    as a lover, your qualifications. That sort of thing."

    John

    turned his blindfolded head in the mystery woman's direction and
    greeted her. Unsure, he didn't extend his hand. There was a pause, then
    Dr. Wright said, "I should tell you that Viv and I are both naked from
    the waist up. As you know, I often meet with my clients this way as it
    helps us, as two women, to normalize our bodies."

    John

    well remembered the deep, black flesh of Dr. Wright's tits and their
    thick nipples. He knew she was a nursing mother and pumped at work.
    She'd said that her clients who were themselves mothers really found her
    matter-of-factness around lactation very freeing.

    Was

    the smaller woman white?, flat-chested? He realized that he had
    preconceived notions of a 'Vivian'. She wouldn't feel any different
    whatever the color of her skin, he knew well from experience.

    John

    imagined the consulting room in the thermonuclear glow of Brooklyn
    across the Kill Van Kull on a February evening. The lighting would be
    dim, the doctor's colorful prints muted, the indigenous masks and other
    trinkets shadowed beyond the circle of light around the soft, purple
    couch. In the circle sat two topless women and an Adonis of a man about
    to reignite the Olympian power of human desire in one wounded woman.

    Dr. Wright continued, "John, Vivian's seeking your skills to help her recover from a trauma. Viv, will you tell John about it?"

    54 min
  • Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 6


    Another of Tina's Success Stories.

    A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.

    Let’s call this episode ‘Horse’

    My life changed after I had an unusual occurrence. (That's my trademark understatement!)

    Anyway,

    I was having some drinks after work with some colleagues. We were all
    Associate Professors at Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science,
    or T I T S. We had been talking about the unusual events that had been
    happening on campus. Most of the rumors were just that: rumors. No one
    in our group had had any of the rumored experiences.

    There were reports of power outages in the Library. Flickering lights, ghost sightings and such.

    People

    were talking about Assistant Librarians suddenly becoming bimbos with
    huge hooters and taking on all the men in the study cubicles.

    But like I
    said, none of us had been part of any orgies!

    What

    we did all agree on was that the girl watching was getting better and
    better! Part of it probably was the fact that it was spring. And winter
    had been brutal! But still! Skirts were getting shorter, tops and jeans
    were becoming tighter and tighter. More braless boobs than ever before
    were bouncing and shaking all over campus. Nipples were popping out
    aggressively from under skin-tight blouses.

    And

    we were all enjoying it. One of the guys said that he had heard that
    one of the dusty old professors had somehow raised an 'elemental' that
    was somehow causing all this. We laughed him down and ordered another
    round!

    I

    went to the men’s room since I have a small bladder. And on the way
    back to the table I was waylaid by the sexiest woman I had ever seen!
    Gorgeous, stacked beyond my imagination and best of all, hot for me!

    I

    have to admit I didn't argue. If a hot, foxy, sex goddess offers to
    take you home and fuck your brains out, how many objections would you
    raise? So when Tina said she wanted to rock my world I was just drunk
    enough to go along with it!

    Anyway,

    I had a night such as I would never have thought possible! We fucked
    for hours! She knew more ways to do the nasty than I had ever thought
    of! And she was able to keep me going long past my usual limits! She
    kept calling me 'Stud' and praising my stamina, ability and my
    equipment. I'd never been called a 'horse' before. But,

    While

    she was fucking my brains out, my body was changing! I was developing
    muscles where I had not had them before. The muscles that I had were
    becoming ripped and well defined!

    I

    was starting to look lithe and athletic which I had never been! And
    most of all I was getting larger and larger in the cock department!

    "Oh, what a pretty cock," Tina said when she first pulled it out of my pants. It stood proudly. all of almost six inches long.

    "I

    just love a big cock!" Tina exclaimed an hour later while she was
    kneeling in front of me and taking eight inch strokes from my visibly
    thicker hard on.

    We

    were into the third hour of our love making and Tina was riding my
    eleven inch monster cock while making little sounds of happiness and
    cumming time and again! Talk about multi-orgasmic? Tina could cum and
    cum and cum! There seemed to be no limits to how many times she could
    have an orgasm! And she always wanted more and more! Plus there seemed
    to be no limits to how much of my cock she could take!

    By

    the end of the evening she was using both hands, giving my gigantic,
    almost fifteen inch long cock a hand job while she was cooing and
    smiling at me. "Biggest one ever," she said time after time. "Never had a
    cock so big! What a thrill! So Fucking BIG! I can't believe how thick
    and long you are! Biggest I've ever seen!"

    By

    this time I was only partly conscious. Her sex drive was unconquerable!
    I'd cum more times than I could count. Tina was a cum covered mess.
    From her hair to her knees she was covered by streaks and pools of my
    cum! And she loved it. But I was worn out! It seemed like a dream!

    When

    I woke up the next morning in my own bed I found that it had not been a
    dream! My formerly pudgy body had become ripped and muscular! To top it
    all off (so to speak) I had a piece of man-meat hanging between my legs
    that would have put most equines to shame!

    I

    found out in the shower that my appendage would spring to life any time
    I thought of a sexy woman. And that I could cum often and easily! After
    jacking off three times in the shower I took the time to measure my
    newly arrived package.

    I

    wasn't sure if I was doing it correctly but I got a length of just
    under fifteen inches long and darn near eight inches around! I was a
    STUD! I was, as Tina had called me, a horse cocked stud!

    It

    was as I started to get dressed that the negatives of my sudden
    metamorphic changes began to make themselves known. For one thing, none
    of my clothes fit properly anymore! My pants were loose. My belt was too
    long. My shirts strained to fit over my suddenly muscular torso.

    Even

    in its flaccid state my massive cock made a noticeable bulge in my
    pants! Luckily it was the weekend so I was able to get some new clothes
    that fit better before I had to show up at work again. I noticed that
    many of the girls I encountered were more flirtatious than would have
    been the case earlier. Could they tell that I had undergone some
    changes?

    I

    didn't try to pursue any of the possibilities. I was still too shy to
    just approach someone I didn't know and ask if they wanted to fuck.

    Monday

    morning is always the faculty staff meeting from eight to ten. Our
    Department Supervisor is a hard edged woman, Ms. Simington-Smythe Ms.
    Simington-Smythe always has a look of derision on her face. She acts
    like she is better than everyone else.

    She

    is a bulky woman. She always wears a skirt that falls to mid-calf, a
    white blouse under a loose fitting blazer. She is obviously trying to
    play down her feminine side and doing a pretty good job of it!

    The

    rumor is that she's engaged to some big, rich muckety-muck in the
    corporate world but no one at school has ever seen them together. She is
    young for her position but projects a cold, stern visage and is a
    stickler for detail and a general pain in the ass!

    Anyway,

    she's a nasty piece of work. No one wants to get on her bad side! And
    she doesn't seem to have a good side, either. She is always reporting
    people to HR or to the administration when she feels that they are
    inadequate in some way.

    Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!

    Today

    was no exception. As usual I sat just to her left at the conference
    table. Sh

    57 min
  • Summer Poolboy Benefits: Part 4
    Casting out Shame & Self Loathing.

    By Tx Tall Tales – Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    I

    was standing over the pool at 9:00 am on the dot. I'd gone to bed so
    early, I'd woken up at 7:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. A McDonald's
    Egg McMuffin was percolating in my belly, and I felt refreshed and
    renewed.

    The

    pool was full, and the hoses were still going. I quickly turned them
    off, and rolled the hoses back up. Then I started the filter running.
    The sun was warm already. It was going to be a hot one. I peeled my
    shirt off and tossed it to the side, helping myself to some of Amy's
    sun-tan lotion, covering my shoulders and face.

    I

    went out to my car and got the chemicals out. Time for the magic. I
    walked the perimeter of the pool, adding stabilizer, algaecide,
    clarifier, and finally shock. I hauled out four 50 pound bags of salt,
    and started pouring the fine salt into the water, one bag at a time. I
    was working on the last bag when I happened to glance over at the porch
    and saw Amy there, leaning against the door watching me. She had on a
    robe, and an odd little smile.

    I finished emptying the bag, and headed her way. "Good morning, beautiful."

    Her smile looked forced. "Morning pool boy."

    "What's wrong?" I asked, moving closer to her.

    "Nothing. Everything. I don't know."

    "You're breaking my heart, morning Goddess," I teased.

    "Please. Enough of the Goddess. I'm nobody's Goddess. Slut is more like it."

    "Don't," I said firmly.

    "It's true!"

    "Don't."

    She covered her face with her hands. "How can you even look at me after the way I behaved yesterday?"

    I

    pulled her close and held her. She was stiff at first, then slowly
    melted into my arms, crying, tears running down my bare chest.

    "Have you seen your pool yet?" I asked when the sobs had almost disappeared.

    She shook her head.

    "C'mon then. It's time to see the fruits of your labor." I took her hand in mine and walked over to the pool.

    "What do you think?"

    She smiled. "A miracle. You saved my ass, Alex."

    "Quite a nice ass to save, if you don't mind my saying."

    She snorted, quite unladylike. "You should know. You've seen more of it than anybody else has outside of my doctor."

    "Are you mad at me, Amy?" I asked.

    "Mad at you? Hardly."

    "Then what is it?"

    She

    leaned her head back with a sigh. "I...I'm not who I thought I was. Amy
    Dixon would never have behaved like she did yesterday. I never thought I
    could be such a tramp." She crossed her arms over her chest, turning to
    face the pool. "How desperate am I, that I would drag you into my
    backyard and blow you, with my husband sitting watching TV fifty feet
    away? That I'd let you finger me while laying out next to my friend, and
    almost beg for more when you left me hanging."

    She

    turned to face me. "I'm such a whore. I'm letting you do whatever you
    want to me, just so I can get my pool cleaned on the cheap. Hell, I
    practically begged you to spank me and came as hard as I'd ever come in
    my life, with your finger buried in my ass, God help me. Is this anyway
    for a married woman to behave? My mother would be so proud."

    I was lost for words. What could I say to her?

    I took her hand in mine, and walked her over to the covered porch. "Sit," I told her, at the end of our favorite lounge chair.

    She

    sat down stiffly, and I moved behind her, sitting with her between my
    legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. "I don't have any
    answers Amy. I don't know your situation. I barely know you. You've been
    a mysterious fantasy for me ever since I was old enough to appreciate a
    woman. And in the last few days, you seemed like a happy girl, looking
    for a little excitement in her life, and willing to work for it. There's
    a wild, playful and extremely sexy woman inside you, looking to get
    out. I saw her. And I adore her."

    Amy sniffed loudly. "She's a filthy little slut."

    33 min
  • Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

    ► Podcast
    at Explicit Novels.



    I continued for another hour and a half before finally

    calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
    grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor --
    definite progress.

    "Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean

    up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

    "Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already

    out."

    "Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

    I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky

    were coming down in the opposite direction.

    "Becky is just going home to get ready for

    tonight."

    "Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then

    turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be
    right with you."

    "Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

    I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a

    shower.

    After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to

    Madison's bedroom to get changed.

    Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone,

    when I walked in.

    "Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind

    me.

    "Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

    "For you, always."

    I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my

    waist.

    "Is everything okay?" I then asked.

    "Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something.

    Well, it's more of a favor, really."

    "Okay! This is sounding ominous."

    "Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit

    down."

    "Yes."

    "Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell

    you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

    "Okay, I promise."

    She took a deep breath.

    "God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

    "Tell me what?" I urged.

    "Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really

    hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire
    year that hasn't been laid yet."

    "Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with

    this.

    "In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked

    in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting
    her self-esteem."

    That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be

    picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what
    they're left with.

    "Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone

    will oblige."

    "That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes,

    and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case
    someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at
    guys."

    "Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you

    telling me all this?"

    "You know how you said I was a good friend."

    "Yes," I replied.

    "Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how

    we started off, and how great the sex is."

    "Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get

    to the point.

    "Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you

    take Becky's virginity?"

    "Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by

    what she just said.

    "Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor

    for me."

    "Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

    "I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big

    ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about
    it."

    "A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another

    woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

    "She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you

    both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be
    mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

    "And what would you be doing, while all this was going

    on?"

    "I don't know, what would you like me to be

    doing?"

    I took a moment to think about it.

    "Can you get involved?"

    "What, like a threesome?" she replied.

    "Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A

    one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not
    comfortable with that."

    Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

    "Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on

    Becky, though."

    "I'd rather focus on you."

    "I know, babe, but she really needs this."

    "And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to

    trap boyfriends?"

    "Nope."

    "Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still

    feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

    Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling

    in front of me, looking up at me.

    "How about..." she began to say, then moving her

    hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

    "I convince you."

    I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from

    her touch.

    "Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

    "Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and

    I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

    "Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

    "Uh huh."

    Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a

    while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing
    to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

    "Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not

    Becky."

    "Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better

    call Becky and let her know the good news.

    Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her

    attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

    "Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more

    minutes."

    Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I

    had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered
    me.

    She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock

    continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of
    my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she
    reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

    God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet

    embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my
    head.

    Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

    As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly

    dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and
    her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex
    with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

    Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when

    Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

    As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of

    Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

    She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any

    longer.

    "Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly

    as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I
    came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

    Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

    "Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute

    little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost
    as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

    At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital

    organs had she asked for them.

    "Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

    "Cool."

    I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to

    go the extra mile for her friends.

    I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

    "Damn!"

    "What is it?" I replied.

    "I'm kind of in the mood now."

    "Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten

    minutes."

    She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

    "We can't," she said somewhat disappointed.

    "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

    "Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I

    said, handing over her phone.

    Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a

    quick kiss.

    "Thanks babe."

    Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on

    Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

    Once again I was left to hear only one half of the

    conversation.

    "Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

    I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

    "Uh huh, yeah, I know."

    "He does have one condition though. How do you feel

    about it being a threesome?"

    "Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up

    people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like
    the sound of that."

    "Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the

    phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

    "Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp

    remember, except a lot naughtier."

    I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make

    a mental note to come back to that one.

    "Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you

    tonight. Later Becks."

    Madison hung up and then looked at me.

    "Guess we're having a threesome then."

    "Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd

    hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

    "So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

    "Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote

    sleep over."

    "And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to

    let me stay after dark."

    "Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it.

    It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a
    while."

    "And then?"

    "Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous

    smile.

    Madison appeared to be well up for this.

    I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome.

    How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the
    day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

    I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that

    she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

    "I'll be off then," I announced.

    "Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the

    lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

    "I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a

    hand."

    I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

    "You've got like eight hours, babe."

    "I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and

    us girls need time to prepare."

    "Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's

    safe to come over."

    I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say

    goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

    On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could

    do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on
    the internet perhaps.

    I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to

    see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

    I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way

    before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but
    she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of
    Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

    As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into

    the kitchen.

    My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

    "Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool

    by the breakfast bar.

    "Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a

    sandwich."

    "Yes, please."

    My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands

    on the towel.

    "So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked,

    grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

    "It's been okay."

    "Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

    "Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about

    it?"

    "God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

    My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

    "Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine

    really."

    My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

    "Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling

    it out.

    "Because if it is, I can get your father."

    She took a deep breath, ready to shout out my dad's name,

    when I quickly cut her off.

    "Mom! it's not about that. Shush! No need to call

    dad."

    "Well, if you're sure. You know you can always talk to

    us about anything."

    While I appreciated her offer, there was no way I was

    talking this one out with her or my dad.

    "Honestly, I'm fine mom. No need to worry. I'm going to

    take my sandwich up to my room."

    "Okay dear, don't forget to bring the plate down

    afterwards. I'll see you later."

    As I carried my sandwich upstairs, I couldn't help but think

    how remarkably accurate my mom's instincts were. I guess mother's really do
    know best.

    I sat on my bed and took a big bite out of my sandwich. As I

    chewed, I tried to visualize what it would be like in my head.

    I thought about Madison and her rocking body, kneeling on

    the bed. Then I added Becky next to her, not sure what she looked like naked,
    so I had to improvise.

    Then the idea of the pillow fight popped into my head, the

    two girls bouncing up and down on the bed in slow motion, hitting each other
    with pillows, with an explosion of feathers everywhere, and jiggling, so much
    jiggling.

    I found myself smiling at the thought of it, this was

    shaping up to be quite a good fantasy I thought to myself.

    Before I knew it, the sandwich was finished, and I had just

    eased back on to my pillow. I'll just sit back and picture it some more, I
    thought.

    In mere moments, I had fallen asleep. The yard work must

    have really taken it out of me, as when I woke up it was 7pm.

    Feeling a bit groggy, I decided to have a shower to wake me

    up.

    With the shower done, I found myself waiting for the call. I

    suddenly started to get very anxious about it. Talking about it was one thing,
    but actually going through with it was another.

    I needed a distraction to stop me from overthinking it, so I

    decided to play one of the games on my Xbox. Just as I was getting into it, my
    phone chimed. It was a message from Madison.

    I paused the game and looked at my phone.

    From: Mads

    "They've just left, you can come over now xx"

    This was it, time to shine, I thought.

    I turned the console off, put my trainers on and headed out

    the door, yelling "I'm going out, be back later," as I left.

    As I made my way to Madison's I could feel my nerves kicking

    in. I hadn't felt like this, since the early days with Madison. Now, it wasn't
    one girl I had to worry about pleasing but two.

    As Madison said to Becky on the phone, this was so wild. I

    mean a threesome, me? I never thought stuff like this would happen to a guy
    like me.

    Madison's front door was now mere feet away. I slowly

    approached, mentally psyching myself up and then knocked on her door.

    Within seconds, Madison had answered, she was wearing her

    fluffy pink dressing gown.

    "Hey babe," she greeted, giving me a quick kiss on

    the lips.

    "Hey."

    "Becky's upstairs; do you want a drink before we go

    up?"

    "Sure, thanks."

    I followed Madison into the kitchen.

    "So, this is it? Our first threesome," I said, as

    she grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

    "I know, crazy right. But don't forget the focus of

    tonight is Becky, you and I will have plenty of opportunities for a one on one,
    so don't worry about me so much, okay?"

    She filled the glass with water and handed it to me.

    "You're the boss."

    I gulped the water down quickly, something that Madison

    picked up on.

    "You're not nervous, are you?"

    "A little," I replied, and put the empty glass on

    the counter.

    "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure you're properly

    taken care of," she said smiling.

    She gently pushed me against the kitchen unit and leaned

    into me, wrapping her arms around my waist; we kissed.

    "Now, come on stud, Becky must be wondering where we

    are."

    Madison grabbed my hand and lead me back through the house

    and up the stairs to her room.

    As we entered, Becky, also in a dressing gown, was sitting

    on the bed. She got up as soon as she saw us.

    "Hey Becky,"

    "Hey Adam, I... I just wanted to say thank you for

    agreeing to do this. I know you and Mads love each other very much and this was
    a big ask on my part, but thank you, you don't know how much I need this."

    "Thank Madison, really, she's the one who did a very

    good job convincing me."

    Madison playfully nudged me as she walked to the other side

    of the bed.

    There was a brief silence as we all looked at each other,

    wondering how we were going to start this, when Becky remembered something and
    broke the silence.

    "Oh, before I forget. I wasn't quite sure what would

    happen tonight, or what you two were into, so I did a bit of research on the
    internet and brought a few things with me. I hope you don't mind."

    She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a

    nondescript carrier bag. Then walking back, she proceeded to empty the contents
    of the bag on to the bed.

    "Holy crap Beck's," Madison blurted out.

    On the bed in front of us, was a blindfold, a pair of hand

    cuffs, a couple of bottles of sensual massage oils, a medium sized purple
    vibrator and a box of condoms.

    "I didn't know... um, how big you were Adam, so I hope

    these are okay?" Becky said pointing to the condoms.

    "They should be fine." I replied, looking at the

    box.

    "After you left Mads, I went into that new lingerie

    shop in the mall. They had a whole section of this stuff at the back, so I
    grabbed all this lot."

    Madison and I looked at each other, then both looked back at

    Becky.

    "Wow Becky, you really went all out."

    Madison, picked up the massage oil, flicked open the cap and

    sniffed. Her face showing, she approved of the scent.

    "Well, they say you never forget your first time, so I

    wanted to make sure mine was unforgettable."

    There was no chance of forgetting this, that's for sure, I

    thought to myself.

    We all stood there, just looking at the pile of sex aids on

    the bed, waiting for someone to make the first move.

    "Okay then, shall we do this?" Madison suggested,

    with a hint of excitement in her voice.

    I think Becky and I were looking for someone to take the

    lead and it looks like Madison just volunteered.

    "Well, I think to start with, one of us is wearing way

    too many clothes." Madison announced as both her and Becky looked in my direction.

    "What about you two? With your dressing gowns on,"

    I said defensively, even though I knew I would need to get naked.

    The two girls turned to face each other and smiled, they

    both unfastened their belts, and dropped their gowns to the floor, in what
    looked like a perfectly synced move.

    My eyes didn't know where to look first. On either side of

    the bed was a naked girl, standing there l

    44 min
  • Married To A Goddess: Part 4
    The Gods & Goddesses add drama to Dan’s life.

    By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

     

    “So,

    from your file it says that you recently got married,” said Mr.
    Liesmith, making a show of jabbing at a piece of paper in his hand.

     “Um,

    yes, it was quite recently, actually. I didn’t think that you’d have
    that in my file. I haven’t changed my tax filing status or anything.”
    Dan was curious. Something really wasn’t right about this man. The way
    his eyes twitched, the way he was moving his hands, it was as if he
    couldn’t stop moving and really didn’t want to be sitting down.

    “We

    get that information from various databases. Now, please, tell me,
    what’s her name? How did you both meet? When did you meet?” His
    fast-talking confidence made Dan imagine he was a car salesman, trying
    too hard to push an old clunker.

    “I really don’t think that’s any of your business, I met her on my personal time, and she’s not an employee.”

    “It’s

    for insurance reasons. I’ve got some paperwork. But, please, why not
    answer the question?” He tapped his fingers on the desk as he watched
    Dan. For a second, Dan thought Mr. Liesmith’s eyes were flashing
    slightly, but he was distracted by those pearly white teeth.

    “I

    really think this is something that HR should talk to me about, not
    you— Besides, this is rather personal information.” Dan was about to get
    up when Liesmith slammed the desk.

    “I demand you tell me!” He raised his voice. Suddenly his countenance altered, revealing an angry man, his eyes sunken in.

    “Fuck, what the hell!” Dan muttered, shocked by the outburst.

    “Sorry, lost my cool. Annabelle has always gotten on my nerves,” Liesmith said with a chuckle.

    “Um, I didn’t tell you her name,” Dan pointed out. Liesmith sighed as he realized he was caught.

    “Fine,

    you caught me. It’s Joe Liesmith. I’m a god.” He reached over to shake
    Dan’s hand. but something told Dan that wouldn’t be a good idea. Joe
    eventually pulled his hand back.

    “What are you a god of?” Dan asked. He hadn’t run across the name “Liesmith” in any of the occasional research he’d been doing.

    “Oh, you know, god of life, god of this and that, yada, yada.” He gestured to show it really didn’t matter.

    “The

    point is, I’m a god. I’m one of the big ones. I was old when your
    great-great grandfather wasn’t even a sperm in his daddy’s ball sacks.
    Now answer me, why are you married to Annabelle?” His fingers clawed the
    desk as he looked down his nose at Dan.

    “It

    just kind of happened. Wead a few drinks, and we just got married.
    Simple as that.” He chose his words carefully. It was clear that
    Liesmith was not one to play around or even tease, unlike Annabelle. No,
    this god was not in a good mood.

    “It

    just happened, you say? I’m curious, Mr. Fremont, mind if I call you
    that? Not that I care. Do you know the dangers a mortal faces when
    married to a god?”

    “Well,

    among other things, I guess death and misfortune.” Dan had come across
    plenty of stories about Apollo and Zeus in his reading

    “In

    a way, though also the fact that sometimes a god is married to another
    god, and gods don’t like to share, especially with mortals.”

    “Well,

    I didn’t know that. Hell, I’m getting used to the situation., And maybe
    I don’t like to share with gods. So maybe you should calm down, Joe.”
    Dan’s spine felt as though it was freezing, but he tried to keep an
    angry expression on his face. He wouldn’t show fear to this god.

    “Well,

    maybe you should leave her before you get too used to things. It’ll be
    good for both of you. Keep a balance, you might say” Liesmith now had a
    friendly expression on his handsome face, but Dan could see past it now.
    The veil had cracked, and it would be harder for Liesmith to hide
    anything.

    “Well,

    I don’t think I will,” Dan said in a low voice. “She seems happy, and
    quite frankly, I’m starting to fall for her even more.” He crossed his
    arms and decided this Liesmith was a complete jackass.

    29 min
  • Runways: Part 5
    Runways: Part 5
    Jealously Among Women

    By m storyman x – listen to the

    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    "Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him.

    I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped
    angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the
    cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.

    "Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as

    she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."

    "Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her

    friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit
    that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about
    having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in
    having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact
    that Kim and I were having sex. I shook my head and went back to eating what
    Kim had cooked, partly because I didn't want to waste what she had done such a
    nice job on and partly because I knew I wasn't wanted outside just then.

    Kim came back in about fifteen minutes later, my food gone and

    place cleared from the table. She looked at me and shrugged, walking to the
    shelf where we kept bug spray and took a can of deep woods Off down from the
    shelf. "I'm going to finish dinner. Why don't you go out there and spray
    her down. If she's going to stay out there naked she's going to get eaten
    alive."

    "Yeah. If you think that's a good idea."

    "I think she'll appreciate it later. She's down by the

    lake."

    "Okay," I answered, taking the can from her and

    heading out the door. I could see her sitting in one of the wooden Adirondack
    chairs we'd moved from the porch to sit by the little fire pit next to the
    lake. I walked across the grass toward her and stopped next to her chair.
    "Kim said I should come out and spray you up. The skeeters will be coming
    out soon and they love sexy bare skin," I said, trying to lighten what I
    expected to be an awkward conversation.

    "Sure," she said simply, pushing herself to stand

    up. "Go ahead." Her body language was still cold and rejecting. Her
    arms were crossed as she stared out over the lake.

    I shrugged and sprayed up and down her legs and across her

    body before moving to her back side and spraying it as well. "Um. I need
    to get a few more places." I said, knowing there were a few hidden spots
    that were still exposed.

    "Like?"

    "Under your breasts."

    "Oh. Go ahead then," she said sounding almost sad.

    I stepped towards her and lifted each breast, spraying

    lightly under each one before letting it hang down again. Last I sprayed some
    on my hand and gently reached between her legs, rubbing the wet liquid into the
    juncture of her legs, trying to keep it off her pussy lips. "There,"
    I said when I had finished.

    "Thanks," she said, sitting back down, clearly not

    interested in saying anything else. I moved down wind, well as down wind as I
    could be in the almost non-existent breeze and sprayed myself down before
    sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I guess this was my fault,"
    she said after long minutes of silence.

    "What is?"

    "You and Kim."

    "What about us?"

    "Well. You having sex with her and her liking it. Hell,

    she likes more than that. She likes you. She likes how you treat her. She likes
    how you make her feel. She likes you for you!"

    "She's a beautiful woman. Not just outside. But when

    she actually opens up, she's got a very attractive personality. I've never seen
    it before, but it's there."

    "Yeah. It is. I see it when we're alone together. Not

    when she's dealing with other people, but when we're in bed alone, yeah she's
    really tender and caring."

    "When she said you two were lovers, I kinda thought

    that maybe it was a sex of convenience thing. I had no idea that you were as
    emotionally tied to her as you are. And here I was, trying to get you to go out
    with me."

    "Well. It was a little tempting, but when I thought

    about it, I kind of felt like I would have been cheating on her."

    "And here she is, cheating on you with me."

    "Something like that."

    "Not sure what to say. I had no idea. I mean her

    getting naked was her idea. Hell, having sex was her idea, not mine."

    "I know."

    "So where does that leave us? For that matter, where

    does it leave you two?"

    "Does it matter?"

    "Of course it does."

    "Why? I mean we didn't have a relationship before, why

    should it matter if we do now?" she asked, never taking her eyes off some
    distant spot across the lake.

    "Maybe because I wanted to have a relationship with

    you. I'll admit it. Life can be a bit lonely. It's been a long damn time since
    I've had a woman in my life. Lately, it's felt like my lover is my
    airplane."

    "Well, I guess you don't have to worry about that any

    more. I'm sure Kim will give you all the sex you can handle."

    "Who said it was all about sex?"

    "Isn't it? Isn't it for all men? I mean men aren't

    exactly known for their soft cuddly feelings, are they?"

    "Doesn't mean we don't have any! I’m very

    surprised that you’ve been able to cloak your prejudices so proficiently,
    Amy. You’ve treated me very well for months. I had no idea you held such
    low views of me. I’ve done nothing disrespectful to either you or
    Kim." I said with a soft sigh.

    She said nothing.

    "It's gonna get chilly tonight.” I finally said.

    “We should go inside."

    "You go. I just want to sit here and think," she

    answered.

    I nodded and got up and headed back to the cabin. To my

    surprise the table was cleared and the dishes were all taken care of.
    "Nice work," I said with a smile. "We might actually make you
    into a nice housewife!" I said with a grin, knowing that I was going to
    get a playful swat somewhere for the inside joke we'd been sharing all week.

    She walked up to me, still wearing my shirt, and wrapped her

    arms around my neck instead of swatting me anywhere. She lifted herself up on her
    tip toes to kiss me softly, her hot lips pressing gently against mine.
    "That might not be a horrible thing," she whispered as she broke the
    kiss. "As I understand it, a housewife also has to make sure her man is
    taken care of, and from what I could tell, someone was left hanging before
    dinner."

    "I was." I agreed.

    "Is she coming in?"

    "Not yet. She will when she gets sufficiently cold

    enough to."

    "Then I think it's time for another fire building

    lesson," she said with a grin. "Do you want to help or just watch
    this time?"

    "I'll just watch," I said as she released me. She

    turned and moved to the fireplace while I walked to the bed and dropped onto
    it, reclining back as I had before dinner. I watched Kim carefully stack wood
    in the fire place like I'd taught her, her bare ass sticking out at me and her
    pussy pushing out between her legs sexily as she bent over. As she stayed bent
    to light the wads of paper she put on the bottom of her kindling. She gently
    blew on the fire, keeping her hands on her knees to keep her ass pushed out at
    me. I got up from the bed and walked the few feet to her, my dick swinging side
    to side with each step.

    She didn't move when I touched her hip, or when I rubbed my

    engorged head up and down her wet lips. She firmly pushed back against me as I
    pressed my dick into her, my hard shaft sliding slowly into her as she moaned
    softly. "Oh yeah."

    The tiny flame crackled as it consumed some pine needles and

    twigs, then upward to the branches and split logs.

    "Glad you approve," I whispered as I started to

    slowly stroke in and out of her hot wet depths, my cock quickly working into
    her to its full length as she reached out to stabilize herself on the rock
    fireplace.

    "Approve? Oh fuck yeah! I've been missing this all

    day," she moaned as I stroked long, slow strokes in and out of her.
    "I don't know what we'll do when we have to go back to civilization. I
    mean I can't have my pilot fucking my brains out every time we go out of town,
    can I?"

    "That could be a bit awkward. Kinda like doing your

    chauffeur."

    "Trust me, you're a hell of a lot more than just a

    driver, even if it is an airplane," she answered a little breathlessly.
    "Oh god I've wanted you in me all day. It was all I could do to not walk
    over and climb on your cock while you were playing with Amy's pussy."

    "I was wishing you would. I was really turned on,"

    I grunted out.

    "Fuck yes. That's it baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I

    wanna feel you pounding into me. I wanna feel your fantastic dick pounding all
    the way into me as far as you can!"

    "Uh huh," I grunted, my thighs slapping her bare

    ass now with every quickening plunge. "God you feel good."

    "You too. Oh shit,” she cried, “I'm gonna

    come. Oh god I'm gonna come already!" she squealed as her legs started
    tremble. "Oh Fuck!" she cried loudly as her whole body suddenly
    convulsed, her pussy squeezing around my cock as her juices leaked to the floor
    between her legs. I continued to pound into her, her moans of pleasure egging
    me on as the warm tingle spread through my body, the feeling of urgency growing
    as I kept stroking. I doubted I could stop if I wanted to as the urge to climax
    washed over me. I felt my body jerk hard and slam my cock deep into her as the
    first surge of cum lanced out of my cockhead, deep in her pussy, filling the
    almost non-existent space between her walls and my rigid shaft. We stood there,
    both of us panting as my body spasmed over and over, my cum now adding to the
    juices trickling from her pussy.

    She pushed me back from her and turned to face me. She

    backed me toward the bed with a hand in the middle of my chest and didn't stop
    pushing until I flopped onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and on top of
    me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine in a hot
    long erotic kiss. "You know, there'd be a lot of talk, but I don't think
    anyone would be surprised if my fianc was fucking me every time we were on the
    road."

    "Fianc ? Wasn't it just a week ago we hated each

    other?"

    "That was before we got to know each other," she

    cooed with a smile. "Of course it means that you wouldn't be able to play
    around with any other hussies any more."

    "Not that I’d ever desired ‘hussies’.

    Hell, I've really hadn’t had any time to play with any other women, as
    much as we're on the road and in the air, I haven't had a chance to even think
    about meeting anyone, let alone actually developing a romantic
    relationship."

    "Well, now you don't have to worry about that. You

    don't have to say yes now. But think about it," she whispered. "I've
    waited a long time for a man that can make me feel as complete as you do. I
    kinda wish we'd done this a long time ago. We wasted so much time being enemies
    instead of lovers. Thank you for being the patient man that you are. A man who
    is so worthy of my respect, my deepest desires."

    "What about Amy?" I asked

    "Yeah, that could be complicated," she whispered.

    "How about we keep this between ourselves until we figure this out."

    "How about we keep this between ourselves until I

    decide if I'm going to say yes, or not. I mean a long term relationship should
    be based on more than a few days of great sex."

    "Maybe. But you have to admit that it's a good

    start." She said with confidence.

    "It is a good start. A damn great start! But only a

    start."

    "We still need to figure out how Amy fits into a future

    us. Amy's my best friend, my advisor, my personal assistant and my lover. I
    don't think I could survive without her by my side. I don’t want to lose
    her."

    I looked a little confused. "So where would that put

    me? A toy in bed?"

    "Oh god, Adam! Only a man would go there! A woman has

    multiple facets, doesn't she? Is there anything that says she can't have a
    different person on either side of her? A husband and lover at her right hand
    and a dear friend and assistant at her left?"

    "So what about the lover part of that equation? You

    think she's going to give up that part easily? Based on the jealousy I've seen
    today, I don't think it's going to be all as easy as you think."

    "Who says it has to go anywhere? Maybe it just changes

    the equation a little so that one plus one equals three?"

    "One plus one equals three? What do you think is going

    to happen? That somehow she's just suddenly going to want to share you with
    me?"

    "Or maybe share you, with me," Kim whispered.

    "Why don't you put your considerable charms and patience to work and see
    if you can show her the tenderness that won me over so quickly, so
    completely."

    "I have a feeling this is going to end up badly,"

    I answered her.

    Sleeping Accommodations

    "What's going to end up badly?" I heard Amy ask

    from the doorway.

    "Oh honey!" Kim said quickly, pushing up off of

    me.

    "It's getting cold out there. At least with no clothes

    on. If you let me get some clothes I can go sleep outside and you can take me
    home tomorrow."

    "Oh no. No, no, no," Kim said, walking over to

    her. "No sweetie. I wanted you here to share this place with us."

    "It doesn't look to me like there's a lot of sharing to

    do. You two seem to have turned it into a fuck fest, and I have no desire to
    get into that kind of a game," she said with a scowl. "So since
    there's only one bed, I'll let you two have it and sleep outside."

    "Actually, that wouldn't be a very good idea," I

    said as I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. "In fact, now
    that it's dark, you probably don't want to be outside unless you have to use
    the outhouse."

    "Why not?"

    "One is the bugs. They get really bad after dark. The

    second is the wildlife. I'm sure you could handle a skunk or raccoon checking
    on you in the night, but if you woke up with a black bear only feet from you,
    well let's just say it wouldn't end well."

    "Bears? There are BEARS up here!?" Amy practically

    shouted.

    "Yeah. Every once in a while they'll wander right up to

    the cabin. They're attracted by the smells of food," I said with a shrug.

    "No one said ANYTHING about BEARS!" she shouted,

    clearly agitated, looking at the closed screen door.

    I stepped next to her and closed the heavy wooden door

    behind her. "That's what they make doors for."

    "Jesus Kim! BEARS?"

    "Adam said they were pretty harmless, unless you're

    carrying food or something. Then just give the bear what it wants and it'll go
    away. Hell, it's not all that much worse than a panhandler, is it? Give em what
    they want and they'll go away! "

    "A bear isn't a panhandler!" Amy said sharply.

    “Yeah, and Grizzlies are a bigger concern, though, but

    they are so rare, this close to the ski resort.” I added. “If you
    have any scent of food on you, they could track you down from miles
    away.”

    It was getting dark in the cabin with the sun quickly going

    down and only the fire in the fireplace throwing dancing shadows around the
    cabin walls. I walked to the table and lit the oil lamp hanging above it and
    turned the wick up to cast a pleasant orangish glow around the room.
    "Well. Maybe we better heat up some water and clean up before bed," I
    said as I moved to the stove and used the water jug to fill the big pot on the
    stove.

    "Clean up how?" Amy asked, looking around.

    "Sponge bath sweetie!" Kim said with a grin.

    "You know, it's a lot more fun if you don't do it alone."

    "Maybe for you, but if you don't mind I'm more than capable

    of washing myself," Amy answered, crossing her arms across her chest.
    "Besides, no one is going to care if I smell like bug spray or not, since
    I'm not sleeping with you two."

    "There's only one bed sweetie. Where do you think

    you're going to sleep?" Kim asked her.

    "Just give me a blanket and I'll sleep on the

    floor," she said, moving to her suitcase and knocking it over roughly. She
    unzipped it, pulled out a pair of running type sweat pants and sweat shirt and
    pulled them on, before digging into the case for a pair of socks. She walked to
    the bed, pulled one of the several blankets off the bed, walked to the
    fireplace and lay down on the floor, wrapped in the blanket and curled up.

    I shrugged to Kim and didn't say anything before getting our

    towels and wash rags from where they were hanging. The water wasn't really as
    warm as I'd like, but it was good enough. I carried it to the corner and poured
    it into the basin on the little corner table. Kim and I washed each other as we
    had been doing every night, before drying each other and retiring to the bed. I
    turned out the oil lamp, stepped to the fireplace and added a couple logs and
    then stepped over the still awake Amy before climbing into bed with Kim.

    Morning came as it usually did up on the mountains, early!

    There weren't any windows facing east in the cabin for one main reason, because
    being that high up dawn came long before dawn came down in the valley below. It
    wasn't a surprise for me to look at my watch and see that it was barely past
    six AM. I lay snuggled up against Kim, feeling her warm body heat as she felt
    me move and snuggled her back against me a little tighter. I lay my arm back
    down around her body and felt her hand pull mine against her soft breast,
    sighing contentedly as she squeezed my hand against her soft mound. I closed my
    eyes and tried to not let the feeling of her hot body against mine cause my
    cock to harden any more than it was, a somewhat lost cause.

    I'd been waking up this way all week, my hardening cock

    starting to press against her thighs until she felt it and moved it between her
    legs and against her hot wet pussy. I had to admit it was a very pleasant way
    to start each morning. With my eyes closed my mind was free to picture any
    number of instances of sex, but seemed most frequently to enjoy playing the
    image of her sitting astride me in the bottom of the little boat, bouncing
    wildly up and down my cock, her big tits flying wildly up and down and side to
    side as she pounded herself down on my shaft over and over. It was an extremely
    pleasant memory and soon had my dick rock hard, trying to push itself between
    her legs. She must have felt it and lifted one leg, sliding my hard cock up to
    her hot wet pussy before letting her leg press down once again, trapping me in
    a soft hot cave of thigh flesh.

    I felt her fingers first, soft and warm, teasing around and

    under my engorged head as it stuck out slightly between her thighs. Her
    breathing was still soft and regular, almost as if she were asleep, but her
    fingers told me another story altogether. She continued to tease my head as she
    pressed me up against her wet pussy, her fingers slipping occasionally off my
    head to stroke her own clitoris. Finally she moved her hips slightly, pulling
    herself away from me enough to press my head up between her wet lips and then
    back again, my cock slowly sliding into her as her body expanded to accept the
    intruder.

    Her hips rocked slowly, only a few inches, trying not to

    make the old wooden bed squeak as we made love. In and out I slid, only a very
    small amount, my cock staying deep inside her. Her breathing changed, as did
    mine, as she slowly, patiently worked both of us toward climax. It was almost
    impossible to not push back at her as each stroke slid my cock deep inside her
    and caressed my head and shaft. Her pussy was almost a perfect fit in this
    position, my head gently bumping the end of her tunnel with each stroke.

    "Oh fuck," she whispered as we drew closer, her

    pussy clearly wetter with each passing moment. I squeezed and kneaded her
    breast, my finger and thumb occasionally pinching and twis

    24 min
  • Adventures of Long John: Part 10 - Stuck In Bernadette’s Universe
    Stuck In Bernadette’s Universe

    Is Bernie becoming a sex doll.

    Based on the works of OnePaige, in 10 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.




    John

    looked at Bernadette standing naked and panting in the doorway and
    thought, right on time. His cock still throbbed in Shonna, her sheath
    slick, fiery from their friction. They'd both been moments from a
    brain-melting orgasm. The black woman stared fiercely at his sister. It
    wasn't precisely according to the plan they'd devised, but he wasn't
    surprised. He expected this to happen. John didn't think he'd
    manipulated his sister so much as guided her to the venue where her true
    desires could surface. Every woman, virgin or not, has a goddess
    waiting inside to express herself.

    And this was the most delicate moment in her goddess's unfolding.

    "What

    the fuck, girl!?" said Shonna irritably, still gripping the exercise
    machine, still clenching on John's thick shaft. They both dripped sweat.
    They both still breathed deeply. They both still wanted that elusive
    orgasm. He was counting on it.

    "Sorry;

    sorry," said Bernadette, leaning on the jamb and only half able to
    cover herself. This isn't how we planned it, she thought, but I kinda
    have to play along now, don't I?

    "I

    couldn't resist, Shonna. I had to see; uh; this guy; uh; at work. I
    mean, in action; no, I mean; I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into
    me." Abashed as she was, she couldn't take her eyes off them, curved
    into each other, a double-parentheses of desire. And the two pairs of
    eyes on her weren't judging her, at least not for her looks. Maybe
    Shonna was angry for the interruption but her eyes took her all in with
    an animal kind of appetite, from her toes to her dimpled cheeks.
    Bernadette felt them burn their path up her body and it felt good.

    John's

    eyes appreciated her, too, she saw. He didn't seem upset, but instead
    that smug smile made her warm inside. Self-consciousness drained from
    her and some tentative confidence rose in its place. Her own animal
    appetite made itself known. I didn't think I could still be horny after
    getting myself off, she thought, but look at these two looking at me; I
    wanna see where this goes.

    John

    had imagined Bernadette unclothed, but now he could appreciate her
    burgeoning womanhood. In her nakedness she had the air of an Ingres
    nude, maybe that one of the girl standing in a pool with the ewer on her
    shoulder. There was something innocent about her softness, the full
    curves and slim waist, the tentative posture in the doorway. Her
    smoothness and her shyness, being caught exposed, made her sweetly
    appealing.

    Bernadette's

    dusky rose skin, smooth and soft, shaped a body just about grown into
    its full womanhood. His eye traced the hourglass of her, the messily
    knotted dark hair, the round shoulders, the high, full tits tipped with
    small, ochre, crinkled areolae and fat raspberry nipples, pinched waist,
    soft belly, deep navel, wide hips, wisp of short-trimmed charcoal
    pubes. His sister had a buoyancy where the woman impaled on him had a
    firm energetic angularity. John wanted both, the angry, muscular little
    sex machine stuck on his cock and the plush, skittish but hungry sister
    poised to join or flee.

    "Ladies,"

    he said calmly, giving Shonna a good squeeze of her waist, holding the
    minx impaled, "there's enough of me for both of you." He looked hard at
    his sister and knew she wouldn't let on that they were siblings. "You,
    little girl, don't be afraid. Tell me why you're in that closet."

    "Uh,

    I heard about you; from her, in fact," she looked smugly at Shonna,
    "and I've been fantasizing about you." She stood a little straighter,
    moved a step out from the doorway. "I was obsessed, kinda, with the idea
    and when you just; uh; just showed up I acted without thinking." When
    the sky didn't fall her courage grew. Something in her drew her to the
    couple unashamedly still joined in front of her.

    She

    saw dozens of them in the mirrors and her own self, not half bad
    looking, standing there with them like some kind of old painting. It
    didn't feel wrong.

    "So you like watching?" He asked, grinding his cock ever so slightly in the black woman, "Better than sex for you?"

    "Well, I uh, haven't had, uh; real sex," she said, genuinely embarrassed, feeling so amateur.

    "Oh,

    child;” murmured Shonna, clenching on his cock again, "I coulda helped
    you with that." John knew from experience that the goddess energy in the
    room would turn her anger to sympathy. There was always a worship of
    the earthly body when two women encountered him together, when he
    channeled Pan.

    "Shonna,"

    John said, "you like being watched? You like being a teacher?" It
    seemed logical given her personal trainer job and all the mirrors. Here
    they were multiplied in all directions - a chiseled pair of fit humans
    in the midst of coitus and neither of them running to cover up, but
    instead still minutely moving their bodies against each other. Little
    movements sent shivers through them both.

    "So maybe you know I work with a sex therapist. Is that part of what you girls have heard about me?"

    Shonna

    clung to the machine, said, "What they say about you, is too good to be
    true, but I've had plenty of bad sex. I figured I should give you a
    try, since you walked in tonight out of the blue."

    "So you like to be watched?"

    "I

    do, actually. I look good. I know that." She eyed Bernadette. "I don't
    much like being perved on; but girl, you really haven't had sex?"

    "You wanted to watch?" John asked Bernadette.

    "I

    wanted to learn," Bernadette said, still flushed from her orgasm and
    unable to resist moving closer, "I; unm;” The urge to merge rose in her
    now with little to impede it. This was what they'd planned for after
    all, her watching. And now it seemed Shonna was Okay with it, too.

    John pulled the black girl tight onto his spike and rotated just the slightest. She groaned. "You want to watch us now, then?"

    Bernadette

    stood with a hand lightly covering her cloudy pubes and the other at
    her lips, intense, an unconcealed hunger in her eyes. She was too
    nervous to say it out loud, yet felt so ready. Ready for more than
    watching. Her fingers brushing her muff sent a delicious tingle through
    her.

    John

    put an arm around Shonna's chest and lifted her off the ground still
    impaled on his thick spike. She squealed as he turned and sat on the
    weight bench. He spread her legs with his and leaned back. Their slick
    organs on full view in the bright fluorescents and the many mirrors, the
    black girl now rode reverse cowgirl and split wide, entirely exposed to
    Bernadette.

    The not-so-shy-now sister inched closer, pulled by desire.

    John lifted Shonna and held her on the tip of his wet cock. "You like what you see?"

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  • Quaranteam Down Under: Part 11
    Quaranteam Down Under: Part 11
    Aussie soldier and the fate of the fiend.

    Based on a post by SilverRyden, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.




    List of Characters:
    House Marshall:

    Tiberius ‘Ty’ Marshall, 35, Lieutenant Colonel Australian Army Special Air Service. Black Hair, Grey Eyes. Big teddy bear.

    Charlotte ‘Lottie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, long hair, service submissive.

    Leticia ‘Lettie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, shoulder length hair, tomboy.

    Talia Becker, 27, Major Israeli Defense Force, Black hair, long hair, braided, willful, but devoted.

    Alice Rai, 31, Doctor of Medicine, Black hair, blue eyes, partial Indian descent, complete submissive.

    Elizabeth Connors, 21, younger sister of Jaxson Connors. University Student, Finance

    Beatrice Martin, 32, with French Directorate-General for External Security. Tech expert and hobby tinker. Blonde, Blue eyes.

    Grace Lawry, 33, Captain, US Air Force. Tiberius' old friend. Formerly partnered with Benjamin Morgan and the person who involved Ty in the Quaranteam Project.

    Juno Claudius, 37, Lawyer friend of Tiberius and the Evans'. Has two children with Tiberius; Bellona(Bella) and Mars.

    Zoe Evans, 19, daughter of Tiberius' good friends Toby and Matilda Evans and Tiberius' 'niece'. University Student. Not yet bonded, but definitely part of the family.

    Addison Taylor -39, Captain, Royal Australian Navy. Auburn Hair, Blue eyes. Ty's latest partner and liaison with the Navy. Sensible woman who really wants a child before it's too late.
    House Valiant:

    Rayne Valiant, 28, 6'10, fit and muscular. Scientist, younger brother of the twins and head of Australian Quaranteam Project Research and Development.

    Stella Andersen, 28, Virologist, Blonde, Blue eyes, slightly curvy. Rayne's fiancée

    Hasumi Saegusa, 27, Doctorate in biochemistry, Black hair, Black eyes. Japanese woman, formerly paralyzed from the knees down. Has been in love with Ray for years.

    Simone Jennings, 22, 2nd Lieutenant, Black hair, blue eyes, African descent, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

    Patricia 'Trish' Barclay, 23, Lieutenant, Blonde hair, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

    Victoria Whitlock, 31, Geneticist, brown hair in a pixie cut. Generally calm, with a careful nature and analytical mind.

    Evelyn Taylor, 35, Major Australian Army Special Air Service. Auburn hair, blue eyes. Latest addition to House Valiant. Great soldier, highly regarded.
    House Morgan:

    Benjamin Morgan, 36, Doctor. Was acting (under duress) on behalf of the same Sheikh as Connors. Ex-wife and daughter kidnapped. Deceased.

    Theresa Miller, 28, Latest addition to House Morgan. Hospitalized and in critical condition.
    Others:

    Damian Marshall, 30, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service. Smaller version of Tiberius. Currently in France. 1 Partner.

    William 'Bill' Anderson, Colonel. Somewhat stiff, but very capable officer. 2 Partners.

    Jonathan Hoffmann, Lt. General. Friend of Tiberius' and the twins' grandfather. Current highest-ranking member of the Australian military. 1 Partner.

    Narmada Rai, Alice's grandmother. Doctor of Medicine, helping Ty coordinate the medical workers around Victoria. Ty is trying to set her up with Jonathan Hoffmann.

    Barry 'Baz' Davis, Brigadier. Good friend of Tiberius. In charge of personnel at Victoria Barracks. 3 Partners.

    Jaxson Connors, Major, currently under arrest for abuse of authority and attempted murder. Was working with a Sheik to develop the Assassin Variant of DuoHalo.

    Nikoletta Bianci, 35, Ty's friend and the woman managing the Vineyards belonging to the Marshall family.

    As minutes passed, Juno finally got control of her body back and her hands went to Ty's, trying futilely to pull his fingers away as she cried out.

    "Please, no! No more fingers, Ty! Just take me, you brute! Take that magnificent cock and pound me into submission! Make me, the mother of your firstborn children, yours for good! I love you, Tiberius."

    The big soldier needed no further invitation, pinning her arms above her head with one hand as he kissed her again, using the other to line himself up. He was beyond aroused and knew he wouldn't last long, but the Dom in him wanted him to hold on until she begged for it. Juno wasn't a submissive, and he didn't intend to push her in that direction, but he couldn't help the thoughts. Instead, he drew his hips forward and was greeted with the warm, wet sensation of her snatch enveloping him. His thrusts were automatic, and his conscious brain had no input on his actions.

    He had bred this woman; she was his. She just needed to accept that fact once and for all.

    A small part of Ty knew that was his caveman brain speaking, but the caveman was in charge just then and didn't care. He had to reclaim her, teach her not to hide things ever again. He had to --

    He froze as he noticed the pitch of Juno's cries had changed and his eyes widened as he realized he had been absolutely slamming himself into her. Her head was rolling and for a moment he couldn't tell if she was in pain, or if she was even conscious.

    Then her head snapped towards him and she screamed at him. "Don't stop! Oh Gods, don't stop!"

    He started thrusting again and her cries reached fever pitch as she reached her peak but couldn't crest it once again.

    "Claim me! Claim me, stud! Fill me with your seed and give me more kids. Give our kids some brothers and sisters! I'll never leave your side again, so just fill me!"

    He couldn't hold it any longer, so he did as the woman asked and let go, filling her with blast after blast of cum. Juno bucked under him so hard she nearly threw him off the bed, but he gripped the sheets and adjusted so every shot ended inside her.

    Finally, when both of their orgasms had died down, only his heaving breaths and the quiet whispers remained.

    "Imprinting; Imprinting; Imprinting."

    Ty rolled off Juno and just lay there for a moment. He was sore; he knew he'd overdone it with his midsection not fully healed, but he hadn't been able to help himself. Something in him had snapped, and he was just glad he hadn't hurt her.

    Getting up slowly, he winced a little as he felt the pull at his side, one of the stitches may have torn. He'd have to get Alice to look at it. Later. He strode back into the bathroom, grabbing the washcloth he'd set aside earlier and dampening it slightly with warm water before returning to the bedroom and cleaning Juno up. Covering her, he returned to the bathroom and wiped himself down too, before dressing and leaving the room. He had some thinking to do.

    Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 7:30 PM

    Ty sat alone at the desk where it had all begun, contemplating the number eleven.

    Eleven days and just about eleven hours ago, his life hadn't just been changed, but completely and thoroughly upended. Certainly for the better, but Ty knew he still hadn't spent any time just; processing. In eleven days, he had become sexually and romantically entwined with eight, no, nine women. Ok, Zoe may not have bonded with him yet, but there was no escaping that, not that he wanted to. And now, Uncle Jon had decided to drop not one, but two more people on him, bringing the total up to eleven. His side twinged, and he realized that even the latest injuries brought the count for his bullet scars up to eleven.

    "Fucking eleven." That number would now be a source of trauma, he was sure. He really needed to look at that list of therapists, but now there was a genuine chance that Uncle Jon would try and have them join his Team.

    There was a shuffling noise from outside the room and Ty glanced over, not surprised to see the rest of his new family, watching him silently.

    "Something on my face, ladies?"

    Lettie chuckled as they all filed in. "Consternation. Possibly a bit of irritation. A whole lot of confusion. Oh, and a beard."

    Zoe laughed. "It's more like 80% beard, and a bit of the other things, Lettie. What was that about eleven, Ty?"

    He sighed. "Eleven Days. Eleven;”

    "Partners." Liz finished the sentence, and Ty wasn't going to mention the part about his injuries in any case, so he just nodded. "Though you haven't bonded three of them." She'd been opening up the last few days, and now seemed to have found her place in the house.

    "I haven't even met two of them. Ok, that's not entirely true. I've met Addison before, once. And who even knows who this South Korean woman is?"

    Liz laughed. "I do. Kang Mi-Rae is a household name in Korea. She's an actress, and Mr. Hoffmann was right. She's extremely pretty. She's had a lot of leading roles in K-dramas, and she actually went to school here. Plus, she seems really nice from interviews."

    "Well, damn. That's something else. But Liz, I'm actually hoping Uncle Jon was just joking. Not that I have anything against her, but I'm completely overwhelmed as it is. I want to properly spend some time with all of you first." He rubbed at his face, trying to piece together his thoughts. "I genuinely think that the only reason I haven't gone to pieces is that aside from you and Alice, I have a history with all of my partners. Some more than others, but still. I knew something about them going into this relationship. But I want to build on that, and I can't if I keep getting new people added in."

    Liz looked thoughtful. "I suppose that's fair;”

    "Liz, I haven't even had the proper time to get to know you. And that's something we both wanted to do and adding more people wouldn't be fair to you or anyone else, for that matter. What happens when there's more people competing for the same finite amount of time?"

    She seemed to get it then. "I suppose you'll get spread thin. Or thinner than you are already."

    Ty nodded but said no more on the topic. Instead, Zoe wanted to backtrack. "Ok, so I get the eleven partners thing. What about eleven days and eleven hours?"

    Ty gestured towards the women around him. "October 21st is when this all began, sweetheart. At roughly 8:30AM. The day all of our lives began to change."

    "Holy shit, was it really that recently? I mean, I was out of the loop for a while, but I thought with how much everything's developed that this has been going on for months now."

    "Hardly. I'd not be struggling so much with all of this if it had been over months. But that's neither here nor there. What can I do for all of you? I assume you came to see me for a reason."

    The young woman shuffled her feet a little but looked him in the eye. "Well, we really just came to check on you, but I also wanted to ask when you're going to imprint me?"

    "We need to get some meat back on those bones first, I think. As it stands, I'll break you into pieces if I try. And there's also the issue of a regeneration happening. If we spin the roulette and you undergo one, there's no telling if your body has enough spare resources to keep you alive. I don't know if it's safe, Zoe."

    She looked a little put out but nodded. "Would you do it if someone more medically qualified gave the OK?"

    "If a doctor clears you, sure. But I don't want to put you at risk if we don't have to. Unless you change your mind about joining the family, you're already in, so there's nothing to fear on that front."

    "I want that connection, Ty. I don't want to be outside the loop."

    "You won't be, sweetheart. But nobody wins if you get hurt in the process." Pausing, he turned his attention to Alice. "Could you check on my stitches later, Alice? I think I may have gone overboard while I was with Juno." The caramel-skinned beauty's blue eyes went wide and she rushed over, pulling Ty's shirt up with a lot more force than necessary.

    "You've ruptured one and another is hanging on by a thread, you brute. Just how forcefully did you move to do this much damage?"

    Ty shrugged. "Like I said, overboard."

    Alice just sighed and asked for one of the others to bring the first aid kit.

    "Well, you're going to have to be more careful, or you risk the injury going septic. We can't afford that."

    "Alright, alright, I'll be careful."

    Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 8:45 PM

    "Hey Nik. How's things? How are you and Catalina?"

    The bubbly, upbeat voice of Ty's friend Nikoletta came over the line and Ty couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Ty! Good to hear from you. Everything's going fine. Because the vineyards are so big, people can maintain distance from one another easily, and we don't run with huge crews to begin with, so everything's plugging along nicely for us. As for Catalina, she's doing great. She was asking about you, actually."

    Ty chuckled. The relationship between Tiberius Marshall and Catalina Cabrera had been a tumultuous one. Until they'd met, Nik had always just referred to him as 'her boss' and had never delved into their personal relationship as friends. So, when he'd invited them both to dinner, just so he could get to know Catalina, they'd accepted. But things had turned sour when Catalina had turned up while Ty was giving Nik a hug and kiss of greeting, with the fiery Spanish woman slapping him hard across the face and accusing him of taking advantage of an employee. She had been calling him every name under the sun and Ty had almost lost his temper with her before Nik recovered from her shock and intervened. It still took nearly an hour for Catalina to calm down enough to actually accept the situation and by the end of the night, she had been feeling bad about what she'd done, but the relationship between them hadn't really improved. It had taken several months before they had both been willing to admit they were friends. Now, she trusted him almost as much as Nik did, and it was a point of pride for him.

    "What does your firebrand need from me, Nik?"

    She paused. "I can't say. She wanted to discuss it in person, but since that can't happen right now, she said we can do it over video. Would you mind if we swapped over to a video call?"

    Ty let out a laugh and pushed the button on his phone to make the swap. "Sure, I bet she just wants to see me shirtless again."

    Ty realized that he must have been on speaker, because he could hear Catalina yelling something at him in her native Castilian Spanish and his laughter just grew.

    It was actually Catalina's face in the center of the screen when the video feed kicked in and she gasped. "What the hell did you do to yourself, cabrón? Why the bandages?"

    Ty winced. He'd forgotten about the head wrap after Alice had re-stitched his side. "Uh. Long story short, I got shot."

    "Shot! How the hell did you get shot, idiota? You shouldn't have even been out of the house!"

    "A lot of stuff has happened in the last ele.. fortnight." Ty actually flinched at the number before correcting himself. "To be fair, that's partially what I wanted to call Nik and you about."

    Nik stuck her head into the frame and raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to tell us you got shot? I mean, that's important, but; why?"

    "Not that I got shot, but the circumstances and some other things that are changing. Look. I've sent you both an email. I need you to read it over and sign it. Can you do that now? I can't say much otherwise. I've sent the same thing to both of you, just so you know."

    Nik's head turned away for a moment and she glanced over the email. "What the hell is this, Tiberius? An NDA? After all we've been through? You don't trust us?"

    Ty rolled his eyes, prompting a look from Catalina, but his words were clear. "It's because I trust you that we're even having this conversation, Nik. But this is Government stuff. No matter how much I may trust you, the bigwigs trust nobody that they can't bring the hammer down on. Now, will you sign the damned paperwork or not? Both of you. I'll call you back once the signed papers hit my inbox."

    "Ty, wai-..”

    He cut the line and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. Lottie walked into the room with a cup of tea on a tray and put it in front of him, before draping herself over his shoulders and nuzzling his cheek.

    "Problems, Ty?"

    "No, love. Not really, anyway. I just; don't know exactly what I'm going to tell them. I mean, what can I say that is going to give them any hope?"

    She was silent, not knowing if there were any words that would truly fit. They shared a moment of silence before Ty turned his head and left a kiss on her cheek.

    "Sounds about right, love. But I started down the slope, and it's too late to stop. The email just popped through, so I guess I should keep my word and call them back."

    "Would you like for me to stay?"

    He took a moment to consider. "Yeah, maybe. Actually, could you get Alice, too? I'd like to have her backing here too."

    She nodded and pulled away from his back, turning to go. He watched her go and turned back to his phone, starting another video call. They must have been waiting, because it didn't even finish ringing once before they picked up.

    Nik basically shouted at him, her expression dark. "Ok stronzo, we signed the paperwork. Now tell us what this is all about!"

    "You'll be getting more emails in just a moment. Reading material. None of this can be leaked outside of you two for now. That's what the NDAs are for. I've been brought in on a major project."

    The two women listened with their undivided attention as Ty laid out the Quaranteam Project. He asked Alice to detail the medical information, and for Lottie to detail her experiences with the whole thing. Their expressions grew graver with each passing moment until finally, he paused prompting them to ask questions.

    Catalina spoke up first. "Why are you telling us this now? You've said it yourself that you don't have a way for us to bond to one another just yet."

    "Because I'm the project lead, and Nik and I, and you indirectly, Cat, have a personal connection. I don't want that connection tainted by my not telling you when I have a means under which to do so. But at the same time, because I don't have something that works specifically for you two in your circumstances, all I can do is ask you two to stay safe."

    Nikoletta hadn't spoken, just taking things in for the moment. After several minutes of silence, she met Ty's eyes and spoke. "Ty, can you leave this with us for a little while? Cat and I need to read over the material you sent us and have a discussion about what we do with it all. Give us a couple of days, tops. I promise it won't get out."

    "Don't shut me out, Nik. I don't want to lose a friend over this."

    "You won't, you dumb lug. We just need to process all of this."

    Ty sighed, but nodded acquiescence. "Be safe, yeah?"

    Cat snorted. "We are safer than the idiota that gets himself shot during a quarantine."

    "Yeah, well, you should see the other guys. Speak soon?"

    Nik's voice was quiet, but her tone was exasperated. "Yes, you big hairball. We won't just ghost you. We have a business to run." There was a long pause and Ty was about to hang up when she continued. "Just; don't call us. We'll call you when we're ready."

    Catalina ended the call and Ty let his head fall onto the desk. Alice and Lottie watched him for a moment before Alice deadpanned. "Well, that could have gone worse."

    Ty just sighed.
    Chapter 11.

    Victoria Barracks, Melbourne CBD, Victoria, Australia, November 4, 2020, 12:45 PM

    "I was somewhat hoping to see Evie before we left, Lieutenant Colonel." The husky voice of Captain Addison Taylor sounded somewhat tired as she sank into a chair opposite Tiberius. He took in her form as he poured her a cup of tea, her dress uniform snug against her hourglass body. She was short, just about 5'3" and fit, her long auburn hair pulled back into a low bun. She watched him back, her blue eyes flicking over his form in her own evaluation of him. Ty knew she had a few years on him at 39, but it sure as hell didn't show, with only the barest hint of crow's feet beginning to form around her eyes. She nodded to herself, then just sat silently, waiting for his response.

    It was a rare day for Ty to be back at Victoria Barracks, but he'd dropped in as Addison's ship had been scheduled to dock at Station Pier that day. Given the proximity of the base and the pier, Ty had judged that it'd certainly be easier to speak to her from the base as opposed to waiting until she reached his home, as she'd most likely be under the effects of the serum by that point and in little condition to have a conversation.

    "I understand that, Captain, but there are things that do need to be discussed. And Major Taylor isn't here right now."

    "Can we speak freely?" Ty gestured fo

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  • Quaranteam – Knight’s Harem: Part 3


    Team Knight gets its fourth member.

    Based on a post by AgathonWrites, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Chapter 5.
    21st October 2020.

    Mud.

    Aliza hated mud. Assuming she survived the worst the British weather
    could throw at her, she made a personal promise to never assume things
    couldn't make her more miserable than they already were. She'd thought
    being overworked was bad enough, but it didn't remotely compare to being
    hauled up a hill in a storm, for the sake of other people's bullshit.
    Almost as soon as they'd got out of the Land Rover SUV the heavens had
    opened and she found herself wondering why anyone would ever come out to
    the countryside voluntarily. At least Nat seemed to be enjoying
    herself, the only telecoms engineer left on staff was in her element and
    had immediately trudged off into the fog, leaving Aliza to swear as she
    disappeared.

    Aliza

    was certain she looked like something out of one of the trashy
    post-apocalyptic movies Ethan liked. Her eyes were the only part of her
    face visible, a small strip between the heavy respirator protocol
    demanded she wore off site, and the beanie she had pulled down tight,
    clumps of green hair sticking down with the original mousy brown
    starting to peek through. The oversized boots were her own fashion
    choice, but the coat Palisade had deemed to kit her out with was
    predictably a size too large, and left her waddling around like she was
    in some sort of dark blue hazmat suit.

    Their

    main satellite dish was only a few dozen meters away, Taymont Hall only
    a couple hundred down the hill, but in the rain and low cloud they
    might as well have both been invisible. The majority of the work the
    North England Broadcast Corporation did was over regular, if encrypted,
    internet cables but for the really heavy duty stuff, or anything
    particularly sensitive, they had a government relay set up overlooking
    the Hall. And the fact it hadn't been supplied by Palisade themselves
    meant it was one of the few pieces of hardware that had worked reliably
    from day one. Or at least it had until the feed was cut without warning
    overnight.

    Almost

    losing her footing on the slick ground Aliza swore loudly, causing the
    optimistically named security 'officer' next to her to start, his hand
    going for the gun hanging from one shoulder. She almost felt sorry for
    him. Palisade had done little more with their government money than hire
    bouncers on ego trips, but it wasn't like he wanted to be here any more
    than she did, or as if he was the one who wrote the idiotic protocol
    demanding she had an escort to so much as a foot off site.

    If

    she was honest with herself, which she absolutely wasn't going to be, a
    small part of her was glad to have something different to do with
    herself. Last night was meant to be her movie night with Ethan, like
    every Wednesday. It wasn't like they had it in writing but that was the
    unspoken deal they had; no matter what was going on they'd work their
    asses off to make sure they had a couple of hours together and stream
    Kurosawa or Hammer Horror or Harryhausen, sharing a love for the sort of
    cult movies that got both of them into media in the first place. They
    were meant to keep each other's sanity in check.

    But

    he'd blown her off. A brief, apologetic message had appeared on her
    screen instead of his face at their usual time, breaking their streak
    just when that was the last thing she needed him to do. And the worst
    part was, no matter how hard she was mostly succeeding at being mad, a
    larger part of her just hurt. Everything was too much, she was tired and
    stressed and she didn't realize how much needed him right now until he
    wasn't there. She wanted him to watch stupid fucking movies with her,
    help her forget the stress and make her feel like a human. And that want
    kept managing to be so bigger than the anger that he wasn't.

    Having

    a broken satellite to help fix might not brighten her mood, but at
    least it was hard for the weather to make it much worse.

    As

    Nat came back into view alongside the hazy outline of the dish Aliza
    was reminded, again, that it was always possible to get more miserable.
    The butch woman, coat whipping about in the wind, was already inspecting
    the main data line where it was hanging limp from the dish, completely
    severed despite being almost a foot thick and swaddled in insulation.
    Aliza moved closer and Nat, body language tense, held up one end for her
    to see and it became worryingly obvious how neatly they'd been clipped.
    It was the work of industrial tools rather than some freak event,
    premeditated, intentional. Aliza's heart sank and her eyes strayed to
    where the power cables were all similarly cut despite being just as
    robust. Whoever had done it had also tried to go to work on the dish
    itself, damaging several of the connections and buckling the frame that
    was holding it up before either giving up or getting spooked away.

    There

    had been talk for months of conspiracy morons skulking around but
    they'd never tried anything like this, and the rumors had largely become
    part of the furniture. To have someone targeting their equipment so
    decisively was a massive escalation, and exactly the sort of thing the
    assholes from Palisade were meant to be safeguarding against.

    "Just

    how fucked are we," Aliza asked, voice muffled by the mask and weather.
    Nat responded by wavering a hand in air in a gesture of non-commitment
    that spoke volumes. The other woman was the most natural optimist Aliza
    had met and if she wasn't being emphatic then the answer to how fucked
    they were appeared to be 'very.'

    Frustration bubbling over, Aliza lifted her head and screamed into the storm.

    Ethan

    turned the colored note over, studying it in his hand, as if he
    expected to suddenly find some extra insight that wasn't there. It was
    five days since he'd been thrown into the world of Project Upstart and
    he still frequently caught himself looking at things as if there was
    some spell to be broken. Desks and computers had been brought in to
    Studio 3 to give Project Upstart an office space to function out of and
    the post-it-note he held was one of a mosaic of the garish paper squares
    that spilled out across one wall, where he and Lukas had used them to
    map out every individual task and step to be completed before they went
    public. It could have all been planned out on a spreadsheet, but Lukas
    had insisted this would visualize things to keep minds focused more
    sharply. Ethan thought it just made things seem more overwhelming than
    they needed to be.

    The

    current core of the project was the block of programming they needed to
    have ready to introduce the vaccine from the moment the Scotland and
    London teams broke the stark reality of DuoHalo to the country. That
    main mass of stickers was then flanked by the additional goals they'd
    set themselves, repackaging additional footage and segments into the
    start of a public health campaign, as well as ongoing videos that Averna
    could upload to offer continued, dedicated content and support to those
    vaccinated. The majority of the latter would come later, but they
    wanted their workflow established long before they got there.

    It

    was the smallest block on the far right, squeezed up into the corner of
    the room in neat pink notes, that the current object of his attention
    had been plucked from however. Sat underneath the headline 'Recruitment'
    each of the handful of labels simply held a name, a date, and a 'Team'
    name in Nia's handwriting;

    'Stephanie Holloway, Team Kaminski, 22/10/20'

    'Alyx McNamara, Team Barclay, 24/10/20'

    'Jessica McNamara, Team Knight, 24/10/20'

    There

    were a dozen or so of them, each a member-to-be of Project upstart,
    each picked by the Delphi Algorithm to be partnered up with either
    Lukas, Rex or himself. And while the smallest section of their wall,
    there was an acceptance that this is what would be taking up most of
    their time for the first week or two. Ethan read the note in his hand
    for what seemed like the 20th time, the paper somehow managing to feel
    heavy between his fingers.

    1 hr 9 min

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