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  • Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 2
    Mrs. Anderson, That Mountain of a Woman.A 10-part series, based on the posts by D D D Dave. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.


    Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science (T I T S): Part 2

    In

    the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee, there is a university dedicated to
    the sciences. In the time when great benefactors like Carnegie &
    Vanderbilt were establishing institutions to advance the knowledge of
    mankind, a private college was founded.
    But some knowledge is older than the very hills where this campus was built.
    Join
    us for a series of stories. Learn how generations of scholars have seen
    their lives changed by what they experienced at T I T S.

    Now, here’s another legend in the series.

    After the Brubakers had left The Presence had visited again.

    "You

    did a great job, Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad
    news is you can't keep that oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman
    could handle it!"

    But don't worry, I've got a great bonus lined up for you!"

    I had argued with It and we finally agreed that I would be able to keep some of the enlargement.

    So

    I was now hauling a foot long erection in my pants! And thick as my
    wrist as well! The women went wild for it, as you might imagine. And
    thanks to the intervention of The Presence, even the women that I had
    been with earlier seemed to remember this new appendage as being my
    normal cock.

    I was just getting used to having such a massive prick when I wandered in to the office several weeks later.

    "I

    understand that you are interviewing for the new position to be your
    assistant." Mrs Anderson looked at me over her reading glasses. "I would
    like a chance to interview. I've been with the Institute for years and I
    think I deserve the opportunity to at least interview." That last was
    said half defensively and half pleadingly. I had just been appointed the
    "Brubaker Professor of Comparative Blah blah blah.” Or something like
    that.

    Mr.

    Brubaker had been so pleased with the way his trophy wife had become
    more tractable after the fucking I'd given her that he had decided to
    endow the chair as long as I was appointed to the position. Which the
    Dean had been happy to do. Even congratulated me on my "Excellent
    Interaction with our Alumni!"

    The

    endowment came with funding for an office, staff, expenses and the
    promise of several supervisory visits each year from Mrs. Brubaker!

    And

    now I was starting the process of interviewing for office staff. I
    could hire one full time and three part timers/interns. I was really
    looking forward to the "interview" process. I had a couple of really
    major attributes I was looking for in all of the positions. Heh heh heh!

    Mrs.

    Anderson had been the Department Secretary as long as I had been here.
    No one noticed her. No one ever saw her outside of the office. Hell, no
    one had ever seen her anywhere other than at her desk!

    All

    anyone could say about her was that Mrs. Anderson was a mountain of a
    woman. She must have weighed in the 250 to 300 range. Probably more. And
    it was not a somewhat over weight, pudgy range. Mrs. Anderson had
    multiple chins and rolls of fat everywhere that you could see as she sat
    behind her desk. Her hands were almost swallowed by her wrists. Her
    upper arms were the size of whole hams and jiggled while she typed. Hell
    she jiggled when she sat still. And, again, not in a way that was cute
    or enticing. Frankly, I tried to not look at her too often. It was up
    setting.

    Although,

    now that she had drawn my attention I noticed that she didn't appear to
    be quite as obese as usual. Really hard to tell under the tent like
    muumuu that she was wearing. Nonetheless, I had no interest in talking
    with her. I was looking forward to "Interviewing" as many buxom, tight,
    toned, bra-busting college co-eds as I could before hiring an assistant.
    It was one of the major perks to the new position. I was hoping to do
    it year after year, too!

    But I knew that I had to at least grant Mrs. Anderson an interview or she could cause a stink.

    "That's fine, Mrs. Anderson. Would you like to come by this afternoon or would tomorrow suit you better?"

    "Tomorrow will be fine, and thank you," she replied.

    The

    next morning there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Anderson entered.
    But this was not the mountain of a woman that I had expected. It was
    Mrs. Anderson, but not as I had ever seen her! No pants suit. No muumuu
    No billowing scarf to obscure her upper body.

    As she approached I looked her over.

    She

    was wearing sky high heeled boots that laced up to just under her
    knees. The slit in her skirt reached almost to her hips. As she strode
    into the office that slit parted to show dark stockings which I could
    see were attached to garters. She wore a double breasted jacket over a
    white turtle neck. Her body pushed the jacket far out from her body. The
    hem of her jacket was over a foot from her body where it hung at her
    hips. Her boobs had to be huge to make that jacket hang like it did. My
    interest was piqued! Piqued? HELL, my boob radar was ringing alarm
    bells!

    She

    endured my examination with equanimity as she settled into her chair.
    In fact I thought I saw a hint of pride on her face as I tried to
    reconcile her current appearance with the mountain of a woman that I had
    ignored for so long.

    "Excuse

    me for saying this but you seem to have changed quite a bit, Mrs.
    Anderson." My voice quavered just a bit. She looked totally different!

    "Yes, I know. I started doing Pilates."

    "Oh? How long have you been exercising?"

    "Almost three weeks," she replied.

    "Three

    weeks?" I was incredulous. Three weeks and she had gone from a mountain
    of blubber to, well, I wasn't sure what she had become. But she was no
    longer a mountain of blubber! Whatever was going on on campus seemed to
    affect different people in different ways. But the overall result was
    gigantic breasts and a certain, um, freedom of attitude.

    She

    continued. "I have not lost much weight but I've been transformed,
    nonetheless; Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I've left my
    husband. He couldn't cope with how I was changing. I feel like a
    caterpillar that has metamorphosed into a butterfly!" She threw her long
    reddish hair back over her shoulder.

    "That's an apt analogy," I commented. "You have certainly changed your look."

    55 min
  • Summer Poolboy Benefits: Part 5
    Gushing All Over The Cute Guy.

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



    I

    took her hand in mine and walked over to the beach entry, where we
    could slowly enter the pool. The water was still pretty cool, not having
    had much time to heat up in the last day. I dove under the water,
    preferring the all-at-once method of getting used to the water, while
    Amy slowly walked deeper, standing on tip-toes, squealing when the cold
    water reached her breasts. "It's going to warm up, right?"

    "By

    tomorrow afternoon, it'll be 10 degrees warmer. Another reason to
    finish filling it as early as possible." I walked to her, and she
    wrapped her legs around me, her arms encircling my neck.

    I held her,
    moving slowly deeper, until the water was up to her neck. I stepped back
    toward the shallower water a few steps, until the water as armpit deep.

    "It's not so bad now," she admitted.

    "I wish this didn't have to end," I told her. "I can't imagine not being around you every day."

    She nodded, pulling me in close. "I know. Back to the boring, hum-drum, everyday life."

    "No. Not that. A new life, pursuing your dreams, right?"

    She nodded. "I hope so."

    I

    pressed my lips against hers, and we kissed each other thoroughly,
    lovingly, deeply. I had my hands on her ass, fondling them, reaching
    inside her bottoms to feel her flesh.

    I walked her to the shallow end, and put her down. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

    I

    went to the porch and retrieved the work she'd done, after drying my
    hands thoroughly. I grabbed the towels and set the towels and her
    writing down on the towels, along with a pen and the goals notebook to
    lean on. Then I got back in the pool and joined her at the side by her
    work.

    "Find anything out, while you made your dream list?"

    "Did I ever. There's so many things I want to do. I probably could have added another 100 to the list."

    "Like what? What really sticks in your head?"

    "I

    like doing new and unusual things, but I don't. Not anymore. Not since I
    was in high-school. I want to scuba dive on a sunken boat, I want to go
    hang-gliding. I want to parachute out of a plane. I want to spend an
    afternoon on jet-skis. I want to ride across country using the
    back-roads on the back of a motorcycle. I want to go on a safari. I want
    to climb Kilimanjaro. I want to hike the Great Wall. I..."

    I laughed. "I get it. Lots of things you want to do. How about education, career, financial. Any ideas there?"

    She

    nodded eagerly. "I want to get a degree in marketing, and an MBA. I
    want to learn all about running and operating a non-profit organization.
    I'm going to work for one of the medium sized non-profits and see how
    things are really done, versus what they teach you in school. And then
    I'm going to figure out who I most want to help in the world, and
    dedicate my life to that. I'm not sure what that will be yet, but I know
    I want to help people, not endangered animals, not the environment, not
    politics. People who need my help, and whose lives can change
    dramatically for the better."

    She

    was leaning over the side of the pool, flipping through her pages of
    writing, so animated it had me choking up. Such a difference.

    I was leaning against her body, looking over her shoulder. "You know what I love about what you just told me?"

    "No. What?"

    "How

    you went from all the things you said you wanted to do, to telling me
    what you were going to do. You are going to work for a non-profit. You
    are going to figure out who you're going to help, and how you are going
    to dedicate your life to that. That's wonderful. You know. You have a
    purpose."

    My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and were busy wandering over her body.

    "Did I say that? I didn't even notice."

    "Yes,

    you went from a list of things you wanted to do, things that interested
    you but were not absolutes, to the core of what you wanted to do with
    your life."

    I

    turned her around so she was facing me. "Tonight, you'll take that
    list, and using it you'll make a new one. You'll list five things you
    want to do, you want to have, you want to learn, and you want to be.
    Then you'll make a plan for achieving each one, with small goals that
    will get you to your final goal. For example, if you chose climb
    Kilimanjaro, you'd figure you what you need to know to do it, how you'll
    need to prepare, when you want to go, how much money you'll need to do
    it, etc."

    "You're a slave driver, you know?" she said with a grin.

    "Yes.

    You'll thank me some day. But I'm not done yet. By Monday, I want you
    to make one initial step toward each of your goals. You're going to
    write down these goals, and you're going to read them every morning, the
    first thing you do when you get up."

    "How do you know all this stuff, Alex?"

    "My

    father made me do the same thing when I turned 16. So that my final
    years of high-school would prepare me for what I wanted out of life.
    Make sure I go

    33 min
  • Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 4
    Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 4
    Shenanigans: Fun times at House Belsus.

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




    Let’s review the list of characters:

    David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.

    Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.

    Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.

    Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.

    Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.

    Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.

    Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.

    Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.

    During the interlude, Dave took some time to look over Melanie. He knew less about her than the others, but more than he'd known about Jan or Shawna when they'd shown up on his doorstep. He knew from a glance that she dressed more stylishly than Olivia, though he'd be hard pressed to describe why. He thought both looked great, even if he could tell a difference instinctively. He was always a fan of variety. Silver studs in her ears support three short silver chains each, drawing the eye tantalizingly into the chasm of her russet mane. The verdant green of Mel's satiny top provided the perfect counterpoint to the auburn tones of her hair. The cinched belt securing the crossing panels of her blouse held it together well, yet giving tantalizing views of her medium sized tits. The black slacks clung closely to her well-shaped thighs and calves without the 'painted on' look.

    "Dave, could you make me one of your 'ginger ales' please?"

    "Sure, Liv. Anyone else want something?"

    "Can you make me one of those drinks you made that first time?" Becca asked.

    "Yeah, that's what Livy is asking for. Seven-Up and Captain Morgan mixed to look like ginger ale."

    "Oh, okay, then one of those please."

    "You got it."

    Dave got to mixing drinks. Jan asked if anyone else wanted wine. All the others voiced their interest, Jan pulled two bottles of blush from the pantry and brought them to the living room. Lupie grabbed wine glasses for each of them and handed them out as Jan poured.

    Dave watched Becca's first sip carefully. He'd mixed this one normal strength, not the light pour he'd given her last time. Eyes flared, she took a smaller sip than usual, but nodded before setting it on the side table.

    "Olivia, dear," Lupie asked softly, "I hesitate to ask, but can you tell us about your parents? Should we contact them that you are here, or, are they; ?"

    "Dad died six weeks ago. Mom passed a week later." Olivia took another sip. Melanie hugged her loosely. Olivia's voice took on a husky note. "She called me, near the end. She told me Dad had died. That she was very ill and wasn't; wasn't, ah,; She knew she wouldn't make it." One hot tear dallied along the top curve of her cheek before coursing downward. Dave took her hand. "She said I should pursue my dreams. All of them." Livy looked Dave dead in the eyes. "She said she'd known for a long time it was more than a crush, that she was sorry she'd belittled it by calling it that. And then ;” Olivia sucked in a breath.

    Mel hugged Olivia again.

    "We're all here for you. Let it out at your own pace." Lupie encouraged softly.

    "She said 'Love him. Love him like I never did. Love him like he deserves.' And then she closed the call." A hard sob shook through Olivia as more tears fell. Dave and Mel hugged her, one from each side. Dave did so while looking at the ceiling with a distant gaze.

    After several minutes of silence, Jan got up for a second plate. Dave stood to join her. "My mind still doesn't want to eat, but my stomach got a taste of that bruschetta and wants more. Of that, and everything else." Jan smiled and gave him a quick kiss, which he returned.

    "Can you tell us something about Eddie?" Shawna asked after Dave sat back down.

    Dave thought for a minute. Slowly, a proud smile spread across his face. "His Eagle project." Olivia smiled and nodded.

    "Eddie was an Eagle Scout?" Jan asked.

    "Yes, he was. Got his Arrow of Light as a Webelo too." Livy provided.

    "Eddie and I were just beginning to reconnect when he began working on his Eagle rank. For his project, he decided to build a foot bridge across the stream in the park."

    "Armadillo park? The bridge on the south end?" Becca asked.

    Dave smiled broadly. "That's the one. Before that bridge, anyone walking the path and crossing the bridge at the north end would have to turn around when they hit the ends of the u-shaped path. For some folks, that was more walking than they could handle, so they wound up getting less exercise, or taking their walks in the few areas with sidewalks or walk along the side of the road. Either way they got very little 'green time'. He found a bridge design appropriate for the location, one that would last with little maintenance and convinced a local construction company to donate materials. He met with the city manager and then spoke before the city council to arrange an agreement for maintenance."

    "The foreman of the construction company and his best concrete specialist offered their services to supervise the volunteer workers and ensure the quality of the work. I think Eddie had a hand in that." Dave's pride in his son couldn't have been any louder on his face.

    "The kicker was, he vetted the design to make sure the angle of the curve was suitable for someone in a wheelchair. So at the ribbon cutting, the young lady that cut the ribbon, and the first to cross was in Eddie's class. I think she wound up the class Salutatorian. Anyway, she was paraplegic, lost the use of her legs in an accident during her eighth grade year." Dave paused. "I think she and Eddie started dating not long after."

    Olivia snorted. "They were already dating. I think that night was the first time she gave him the goods though."

    "Go Eddie." Shawna said huskily.

    "Seriously?" Dave asked Olivia.

    "Pretty sure. Not 100%. I mean, I know they did it. Like a lot. Once they opened up that part of the relationship they were like bunnies. I'm not absolutely sure that night was the first night though."

    "Hell, I was nineteen before my first time. He was always better with people than I ever was." Dave's looked wistfully into the distance, like he was seeing through the walls at something beyond. Then he swallowed hard. He took a steadying breath and blew it out slowly. Becca rubbed his shoulder lightly before giving it a soft kiss. Dave smiled at her, then leaned in to deliver a light peck on her cheek.

    He looked outward again, scanning across the room. "Thank you all for putting up with this. I'm sorry for acting like such a p--"

    Becca pressed a finger firmly to Dave's lips. "If that word crosses your lips, you'd better be talking about our body parts. The man that I've watched, relied on, and come to trust implicitly sure as hell isn't one of those. And he deserves better than that." The fire in her red-rimmed eyes put the punctuation to her statement. Dave just nodded in concession to his young lover's demand. With an impish grin she added, "And for the record, anytime we're getting frisky, or flirting, I'm perfectly happy with you calling it: or me: a pussy." She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her shorts-clad legs for emphasis.

    Becca's addendum broke the somber mood of the room. Everyone got a good laugh. A brief quiet descended as everyone ate a few bites or stared into their drink. Dave looked up to see Jan and Lupie gazing at him, concern and sympathy clearly written across both of their faces.

    "Well, Becca, since you have some history with our man, tell me something to catch me up with all of you." Shawna requested.

    "Oh, tell her about the cupcake exchange." Jan suggested. "Dave told me about it while the two of you were getting vaxxed."

    "Oh that one she told me already. Good story."

    "Okay, so something new." Becca paused, then blushed. She bit her lip and looked sideways at Dave and cringed. Then she flicked her eyes to Lupie. Lupie caught the look and rolled her eyes. "Go ahead." She said with a sigh. Then she turned her face away.

    "So, um, you know how Dave runs a couple times a week, and works out with his staff in the backyard about as often?" Shawna nodded at Becca's narrative, then turned to give Dave an appreciative leer. "Ahem, well, it's cooler now, so he does he work outs in a t-shirt and shorts."

    Shawna nodded again, then stared at Dave's torso like she was imaging him bare chested and sweating. Well, she'd seen him shirtless often enough. Melanie's breathing became slightly deeper and slower as she sized him up as well.

    "Well, remember we used to live next door. And Lupie's second story windows are high enough to see over Dave's fence."

    Mel, Shawna, and Jan all looked at each other. "Oh." They said in unison.

    "You lucky bitches." Jan added.

    Dave's mind was working at a slower pace and caught up a moment later. He closed his eyes and shook his head. With a small grin.

    "Well, that's not all of it. See, I made no pretense about watching him work out. I mean, mid-August, heat pounding down? Ten minutes into his work out his whole torso is covered in sweat, with rivulets running down his front and back." Shawna looked transfixed. Jan had her eyes closed. Mel tightly gripped her thighs, staring intently.

    "Usually I watched from one of the back windows, and just put up with the oblique angle. One day, a few months back, I realize it's very quiet in the house, and I seem to be the only one on the second floor. I decided to move over to Lupie's room, which is at the back corner, with two windows looking out over the backyard, one on each side of the corner." Lupie blushed hard and brought her hands up to cover her face. "So, there was a small space between the curtain panels and I was staring at Dave through the gap as I walked up. I walked as quietly as I could so Lupie and Esme wouldn't hear my footsteps from downstairs. I pulled back the curtain to get a better view. Lupie was hiding in the curtains, eyes fixed on Dave. We both screamed, and Lupie's hand flapped backwards hitting the window frame."

    "That's how you bruised your hand?!" Dave exclaimed, trying to suppress his laughter. "You flap your hands around when you're surprised?"

    "No. Just, um, I, uh ;” Lupie's muffled response trailed off.

    "She took care to wash her hands thoroughly before she let me bind it." Becca interjected. "Initially we thought she'd hurt her wrist, so I stabilized it. But, I recognized later what I had smelled while we were leaving the room."

    Lupie peeked between her fingers at Becca, pleading.

    "Okay, never mind." Becca conceded. "I've said too much already."

    The others looked confused at the abrupt ending until Melanie burst out laughing. When they looked at her questioningly, she said, "I know what I would be doing standing there watching him work out shirtless." And flopped back into the couch giggling furiously.

    The others started cackling and Jan, chortling, reached over to pull Lupie into her for a hug. "Not like we all don't do it."

    Dave sat there open mouthed, shocked, and feeling like he'd won something undefinable. He moved to kneel in front of Lupie. He took her hands in his own, pulling them away from her face. He pulled her into a hug. Into her ear he whispered, "I love you." Her hug on him tightened. "And if I hadn't been so dense I would have been in that room to take care of you properly. Or at least, lick your fingers clean." He punctuated his comment with a light nibble of her earlobe. Lupie swatted him on the back as she released him. Her face was still flushed to the tips of her ears. The tight, prim smile and her laughing eyes testified to her approval of the idea, and her mortification it was said out loud. Even at a whisper.

    Dave got up and refreshed his drink, and Olivia's as well. Becca sipped hers more slowly, and still had more than half a glass. Jan topped off her wine glass, along with Mel's and Shawna's. Lupie got up and made a fresh plate, then headed for the stairs.

    "I'm going to take a plate to Esme, just in case she didn't get enough earlier. Besides, if I tell her Dave likes the bruschetta, she might try it." Lupie said with a knowing mom smile.

    Shawna came to Dave once he was seated. She gave him a soft kiss and held him to her. She spoke no words, but conveyed clearly her heart ache for him, and her availability should he need something.

    When Lupie returned, she took her seat and looked to Olivia asking "Can you tell me something about your father?"

    Livy squirmed for a moment, then nodded. She took a breath. "He was a security consultant. Worked for a firm that advised companies on the weak points in their physical and cybersecurity. Dad was on the physical side. He'd been a Green Beret before going to college, where he met Mom and Dave."

    "Oh, wow. So your dad was a badass?" Becca asked.

    "Carter was so badass he was chill," Dave interjected. "He had that confidence of the guy that knows he'll win if things get physical. Smart too, though."

    "Yeah, Dad made supervisor pretty fast. He and his team would walk the grounds of a company and show them where a person could slip in or out without detection. Then the cyber guys would do the same for the company's networks. Sometimes, Dad would have to prove the point. He loved that. He and a couple of his team would don tactical gear and break in. Dad always left a fake tarantula with the company logo on its back on the boss' desk, or somewhere critical." Olivia chuckled. "One time, this one CEO was particularly resistant. Dad had to go in a second time. The first time he left a tarantula on the main server station, and one in the research lab; that by law was required to be restricted access. To drive his point home, Dad went to the CEO's office and installed this box on the ceiling, where most don't look. It had some kind of trigger because once the guy sat down, this tarantula drops on a thread from the box, right on the guy's paperwork."

    Several smiles broke out. Dave laughed soundlessly, his mouth closed so it didn't become a cry. The tears in his eyes were tattle-tale enough. He absently played with Olivia's dark locks.

    Olivia turned to look at him, eyes soft and happy. She leaned against his hand. Dave realized what he was doing, got self-conscious and pulled back.

    With downcast eyes, Liv turned back to the room and took in the other faces. A couple of looks exchanged suggested that most had caught what had just passed.

    Dave tried to process what just happened by staring off through a blank spot on the wall. It wasn't terribly helpful, once he recalled the picture that hung there just a few weeks before. Then Lupie cleared her throat. Dave fixed his eyes on her. He was never particularly perceptive of the looks on people's faces, but this time it seemed pretty clear. She stared at him with a stern look, then shifted her eyes to Liv and back to him. He looked to Jan, who just nodded.

    "Maybe someone else can share a family background story." Dave temporized.

    A few pensive looks passed. A tight smile grew on Jan's face. "My aunt Carolyn." She paused for a second. "My dad's sister. They were half-Korean, half European. Aunt Carolyn took more after the European side of the heritage, especially in the kitchen. She made an awesome meatloaf." She chuckled and looked over at Dave and Becca. "She would have loved that meatloaf cupcake." Her eyes watered at the bottom edge. "Visiting her was a way to encounter the white half of my ancestry. She had prints from famous artists. Classic books. If I was there on a Saturday night, she'd serve cheese and crackers, sometimes with a little sausage. As I got older, she'd let me have a small glass of wine as well."

    Jan took a light breath. "She played some classical music, but mostly it was Michael Bolton and Kenny G. Maybe some Cranberries and Matchbox Twenty when she felt wild. I haven't heard from her in over a month. And she has asthma." Jan trailed off into silence and the room observed it with her.

    Lupie reached out a hand to Jan's shoulder. She in turn, put her own hand on top of Lupie's. She turned her head and smiled. With a small nod, she turned away again, staring at the floor. Both hands dropped away.

    After a reasonable silence, Becca spoke. "When I was thirteen, my cousin Kimberly, who was sixteen, offered to pierce my ears for me." Half the women groaned. Dave sat silently, suspecting this wouldn't end well. "She got a large sewing needle, a bottle of rum, a small bowl, and a pair of my mom's stud earrings."

    "Rum?" Jan asked.

    Becca rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she said with a sigh, "she said she had to soak the needle in alcohol before using it."

    A variety of gasps, groans and sighs walked around the room. Dave's sympathetic grimace did less than his hand patting her knee to communicate his support.

    "Oh, but it gets worse. Wrong kind of alcohol at too low concentration, plus lots of sugar are only enablers. She cleaned my earlobes thoroughly with antimicrobial soap, so maybe that was the one thing she did almost right. But she didn't clean her own hands. And when she stuck the needle through; which hurt like hell; she stabbed her finger." Multiple hands struck foreheads or mouths. "Oh yeah. So we're both bleeding like stuck pigs, and crying. She's freaking out because 'the blood is mixing'. I never figured out what that meant. We bandage each other up the best we could, hide all the stuff from our parents and then hide ourselves. Three days later I have a raging infection in one earlobe and have to go to the doctor AND admit to my mom what happened."

    Becca paused, shaking her head. "Chewed my ass out. The doctor said because of the infection, I had to wait at least six months to get piercings. Mom added another six as punishment. She did take me to get professional piercings one year to the day after the doctor's visit though." Becca's eyes watered. Dave leaned over and kissed her cheek as a single tear slid down her face.

    Dave noticed Melanie getting increasingly fidgety. He thought he first noticed something during Becca's tale about his workouts. Maybe when the stories ran out, he'd have his head right. It wasn't fair to her to make her wait too long for imprinting.

    Or Liv. God, he really needed to get his head around this. He loved Olivia, he truly did. He was just so used to it being a non-sexual, non-romantic relationship. He'd looked on her as nearly a daughter for, well, for her whole life. But she wasn't his daughter. And she loved him. That was so clear in her eyes, every time she looked at him. Not just today, but thinking back over the years. It's crazy to think he could hurt this person he ca

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  • Adventures of Long John: Part 9 -More Wet Dreams with Bernadette

    How far will John’s fantasies take him?

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



    John

    explained how the whole organ was sensitive and touched the corona and
    the frenulum with his fingertips to show those most responsive parts. He
    held his balls and told her how they enjoyed a delicate and careful
    touch, suggested that a woman could develop a skill in multitasking down
    there with her fingers and lips and tongue.

    "It's something you and your guy will work on together. It takes practice," he said, "But I guess that's why you came to me."

    Bernadette watched all this intently, biting her lip. A pudgy hand had slipped down to pet the silk covered rise of her mons.

    "If

    you put one hand around the root, like this," he demonstrated, "and
    hold it tight, then wrap the end with your other hand and stroke it;”

    He imagined her fingers scratching at her panties. The other hand found a nipple and her palm slid in small circles on its tip.

    "Make

    sure there's plenty of lubrication so your guy doesn't get chafed. It's
    just as important for him as for you to be really wet." He smeared his
    own clear juices over the knob as he tugged. "Of course, the best way to
    get it slippery is with your mouth."

    Bernadette

    swallowed and pinched that nipple. Color rose in her body, giving her a
    dark glow, bringing out her own dusky Italian coloring.

    "How do you like to touch yourself?" John asked, looking pointedly where her hand teased her panties. "What do you think about?"

    "It's dumb;” she looked awkward.

    "If it works for you;” he just smiled, eyebrow raised, "I've got one where my sister strips for me."

    She

    shuddered and closed her eyes. "It's in a boat in the lake in Central
    Park. You know, where people can see us, but we're alone out in the
    middle."

    "You like to be watched;”

    "Like

    people in the buildings could be watching with telescopes. I can't see
    them, but he's taking my clothes off and everyone can see." His sister
    stripped her panties down enough to get her fingers in the meaty, furry
    triangle.

    "They see how beautiful you are. How you've become a woman. How ripe and ready you are."

    Bernadette slowly ran a finger along the channel between her labia and it came away wet.

    "Do you take your time?"

    "When I'm alone, really alone."

    "Like we are now? Do you get yourself all worked up, then stop?"

    "Sometimes.

    Like the guy in the boat kisses my nipples for a long time and just
    rubs his leg against my, my, Umm right here." Her hands were obviously
    doing what her fantasy guy was doing and her breathing got deep.

    "So

    the boat's rocking, the people are appreciating you all spread out on
    the ribs, your man's using his hands and his mouth so skillfully;” John
    stared at her hand moving.

    "It goes on for hours, just rocking like that." She stared at his hand moving along his curved pole.

    "He doesn't let you cum;”

    "We float;”

    "I

    think those panties are just in your way now, sister," he said and she
    pushed them all the way to the floor, kicked them aside. "Turn around."

    "My ass is too big; ," she looked back over her shoulder at him.

    "No, it's just right. I guy needs some cushion for that pushing', you know."

    She trembled then and he saw her elbow articulating as her hand moved at her crotch.

    "Bend over now," he whispered, "Slowly, please."

    Bernadette

    eased down and he saw the swell of her tits as they swung. Her ass,
    firm and round, gradually parted to let her pink sex peek through. John
    saw her fingers sliding along the lips. She had her eyes closed.

    "You like to just stroke yourself for hours?" he asked, "I do."

    "Hmm, must be in the genes, huh?"

    "Don't put your finger in. Not yet."

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  • Big-Bang, Gang-Bang Theory: part 6
    Howard & Glenn team up.

    By baranbrat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    (This episode includes group sex)

    Howard

    scrambled to get out from under Raj and when he placed his hand on the
    coffee table to stand up, it gave way and he fell again. This time his
    cock slipped across Raj’s lips and when he opened his mouth to protest,
    the head slipped in!“

    “Howard, get up, get up now or the wedding is off!”

    Howard

    crawled away and curled up in a ball and when she saw how scared and
    frightened he was Amy scooted over to him and stroked his head. “My god
    Bernadette, can’t you see it was all an accident and he was in the wrong
    place at the wrong time!”

    Bernadette looked at Amy; “Okay tell me Amy, who’s cunt juices are all over my man’s cock?’

    "Aw that would be mine!”

    “Okay, Amy; who’s cum is all over your face then?”

    “Oh that’s okay; it’s Sheldon’s, my boyfriend!”

    “So you take a load of cum in the face from your boyfriend while my future husband fucks you, did I get that right?”

    Amy

    shook her finger back and forth; “Oh no you don’t Bernadette, it was
    okay for you to ride my boyfriend’s cock into tomorrow, last night, but
    it isn’t okay for me to fuck your man’s cock, did I get that right?”

    “Well when you put it that way it doesn’t sound fair, but still.”

    Glenn

    spoke up; “I think we all need to take a deep breath and began again.
    Bernadette why don’t you start by coming over here and giving me one of
    your perfect blow jobs. I always knew Catholic girls were great in bed,
    but your mouth is the best!”

    Before

    Howard could respond she was around the chair and as he stepped off the
    ottoman, her mouth was already open taking his cock in-between her
    freshly painted red lips.

    Bernadette

    and Penny both looked incredible. Their hair was done up and
    Bernadette’s thick blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders and down to
    her heavy breasts in thick waves of gold.

    Penny’s was straight, but curled at the ends and turned inward towards her gorgeous face and across her straining breasts.

    Both

    were in ribbed tight sleeveless t-shirts. With Penny’s slightly smaller
    breasts, Bernadette’s breasts swayed under the tight shirt, it was
    evident neither one of them were wearing bras beneath the shirts.

    Penny

    lent Bernadette one of her boy shorts and with her ample ass and
    thicker thighs, it looked as if Bernadette had then painted on her, her
    camel toe was evident and a wet spot was already growing larger.

    Penny’s was a little more conservative, but still showed off her gorgeous legs to perfection.

    While Bernadette attacked Glenn’s thick black cock, Howard turned to Amy.

    Amy

    reached out and pulled his shirt up and off over his head. Wiping her
    face free of Sheldon’s cum, she leaned in and gave Howard a deep
    passionate kiss; “Well Howard it looks like it’s you and me!”

    Penny

    strolled over to Leonard who was sipping coffee in the kitchen; “Well,
    Leonard; it looks like you were the only one not fucking!”

    He shook his head no; “Sorry Penny, just finished doing Stephanie doggy here in the kitchen!”

    “Leonard you dog!”

    “How about you Penny?” Leonard inquired.

    “Glenn in the bathroom!” Penny proudly claimed.

    “Fuck him good?”

    “Nope! She coyly prolonged her mystery tryst.

    "Blow Job?”

    “Oh yeah, nice and sloppy, in the tub, real easy to wash off!” She confirmed.

    “That’s where Stephanie is right now!”

    With

    a horny tone, Penny posed an idea to Leonard; “How about we grab
    Sheldon and the three of us head to your bedroom. It’s been a fantasy of
    mine to fuck both of you at the same time!”

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  • The Time Riders: Part 7
    The Time Riders: Part 7
    Becoming A Slave Owner.

    Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Cast of Characters:

    Mark

    Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
    enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life.
    Uses various aliases in traveling.

    Rebecca

    'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
    Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
    Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.

    Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.

    Chester

    Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
    in 17th Century French village.

    Cardinal

    Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
    Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.

    Alexandra

    D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
    waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
    Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.

    Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled

    brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.

    Dhallyla: Mark's mother.

    Roxy: Mark's sister.

    Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by

    Becky, dark complexion.

    Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother

    of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.

    Flavius:

    Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
    protective father of Dometia,

    Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A

    pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
    by Roman court.

    Pompeneia looked at Nanu and spoke to her somewhat tersely.

    "You are now owned by the Lady Aurora Horatia, who has purchased you at
    a fair price from me. Such belongings as you might have, girl, will be leaving
    with you when the Lady departs. Understood?"

    Nanu's eyes widened and she felt her heart suddenly pounding

    in her chest in shock and delight. Unable to contain her smile, she nodded
    eagerly.

    Pompeneia looked back at her guest and smiled. "She

    is all yours, my lady."

    Becky looked at Nanu and smirked, making a shooing motion

    with her hand. "Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Go find that
    lazybones Bonosus and tell him."

    Nanu was gone in a flash. Becky turned to look at Pompeneia

    and smiled wickedly as she leaned her back down on the couch and wiggled her
    way between Pompeneia’s hips, so that her mouth was at her hostess' cunt.

    "Now, how about I find another way to thank you for

    your generosity?" she purred as she began sliding her tongue along
    those sticky lips;

    Mark was wandering through the darkened rooms of the parts

    of the house not currently being used by the orgy, still looking for a damn
    lavatory. Why the Hell did the Romans have such fucked-up house layouts? He'd
    passed about ten servants' bedrooms already; was he just supposed to piss on
    one of them?

    He paused as he heard a quiet noise, one he recognized

    quickly as sighing. It had been coming from a room nearby, and it was
    definitely a girl's sigh.

    Or a really femmy boy slave. You couldn't guess in ancient

    Rome. Either way, he decided to investigate. He tiptoed forward, looking into
    various dark rooms he'd passed. He heard another sigh, and then something more
    akin to a moan. He smiled slyly, identifying the room it had finally come from.
    He crept up and peered around the open wooden doors to look inside;

    She had her back to him, but inside the dark chamber, which

    was obviously a bedroom, was a young woman, with her face seemingly pressed to
    the far wall, and squirming her hips beneath her expensive clothing and
    beginning to pant. She had voluminous brown hair worn up on her head, exposing
    a shapely neck, and her stola dress had ridden up high enough to expose
    her lush ass cheeks, which were quivering and squeezing while she fingered
    herself.

    Grinning, Mark leaned against the door frame and just

    watched quietly. He wasn't beyond a good show.

    A tiny point of light near her head finally showed Mark what

    she was doing; there was a small hole in the wall, big enough for her to see
    through, and she was clearly watching the orgy happening on the other side. She
    was also clearly having a great time getting off to it.

    He liked the sight of her, at least, what he could readily

    see; she had a great ass, a slender back and shapely legs. Her dark brown hair,
    worn in several braids, was just begging to be pulled on. He couldn't see her
    cunt from here, but he could definitely hear how wet she was.

    He quietly entered the room and glided up behind her. She

    smelled of iris and roses, a perfume he found thrilling, especially here in
    this dark room, both of them unseen by the scores of others in the villa. His
    cock, still hard and throbbing, couldn't wait to be buried deep inside her.

    He moved in close and pressed up against her, his rigid

    shaft sliding between her legs. She shuddered in shock and drew in a breath, as
    if she was about to scream; but he quickly and gently clamped his hand over her
    mouth and wrapped his other hand around her waist. Her moved his head next to
    her ear.

    "You don't need to scream or be frightened,"

    he whispered, feeling her still shaking. "I am the Lady Aurora's
    servant Bonosus, and I just want to be with you this day;”

    She turned her head, her eyes wide, as she tried to see him,

    his hand still loosely over her mouth. Her body was still stiff in possible
    panic, but she hadn't cried out yet. He smiled at her, trying to assure her he
    meant no harm.

    "If I let go of your mouth, will you scream?"

    he asked. The girl shook her head. For whatever reason, Mark believed her, and
    removed his hand from her mouth, and his arm from around her waist. She didn't
    run, but she threw herself against the wall she was standing next to, almost
    clutching at it as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were still wide, and
    he could see she was breathing heavily.

    "See? I'm not gonna hurt you," Mark said,

    smiling cheerfully.

    Staying pressed against the wall for safety, she looked him

    up and down slowly, noticing now that he was quite naked. Her eyes lingered on
    his erect cock for several seconds, as if captivated by it. He could now see
    her from the front, and what he was looking at pleased him; she had a pretty
    face, certainly. Not exotic, like Nanu, nor was she as striking and just plain
    gorgeous as Becky, but it was a pretty face nonetheless. Her eyes were brown,
    her cheekbones high, and her mouth sensual and full.

    The face; he knew it.

    Lady Pompeneia and Master Flavius! This must be their

    daughter.

    He continued looking at her body, noting now that her entire

    outfit was askew; not only had her dress been pushed up around her hips in
    front, to allow her to finger herself, but the top of her dress was pulled
    down, no doubt so that she could play with her pert tits. They were not large,
    but looked perfectly full on her slender frame, capped with brown aureoles and
    nipples, which were still hard. She had a tiny waist and womanly hips.

    He was going to enjoy fucking her.

    "My name is Bonosus, like I said," he

    repeated, moving in a tiny bit closer to her. She didn't try to escape, but
    perhaps flattened herself a little more against the wall. He tried not to seem so
    forceful. And odd thing, since he was at an orgy, and was already used to just
    fucking whomever he liked. "Would you tell me your name?"

    She finally spoke, her voice low and quiet. "My name

    is Domitia. I am the daughter of your hosts, the Master and Mistress Flavius."

    "I am very happy to meet you, Domitia," he

    said, smiling and nodding. In his ear, he could hear the implant translate her
    name as 'she who is tamed'. He suddenly had a very good feeling about this
    encounter. "In the name of my mistress' goddess, Feronia, I would ask
    you to join me in making love."

    "You; you are kind, Bonosus," she

    stammered, her face pale, but a flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were no longer
    wide, but turning glassy. "But I must; I shouldn't;”

    "I thought today was a day where all people cast

    aside their inhibitions, and did exactly as they pleased," he
    reasoned, stepping a little closer, noticing that she did not attempt to move
    away from him. "I already saw you looking through that hole there;”

    Now Domitia blushed furiously, turning her head to look at

    the ground. "I am ashamed; I should not; I shouldn't have been;”

    "What were you looking at, anyway?" he

    queried, pressing himself against her, his cock now flat against her belly,
    separated from her skin only by the fine material of her stola. She
    shivered as she felt his cock press to her, and her hands reached up and
    flexed, without touching him. Leaning over her shoulder, her wondrous scent in
    his nostrils, he closed one eye and peered through the tiny hole in the ochre-painted
    wall.

    He smiled slyly as he could see that the hole looked out on

    the palaestra, the courtyard in which he and Becky (and several others)
    had been fucking earlier. Even now, he could see a man bending a slave girl
    over in the shallow pool and fucking her from behind, while two women beyond
    the pool were lying opposite each other, legs scissored and slithering their
    pussies together. One of them was sucking on the cock of a slave who leaned
    over her, moaning and fondling her tits.

    "Well, you were enjoying yourself, clearly,"

    Mark mused, turning and smirking at her. She looked at him, trying to smile
    back, but then just blushing and looking at the ground again. At least she
    wasn't trying to leave anymore. "Would you like to watch through the
    hole again while I fuck you from behind?"

    Something in his suggestion made her tense very suddenly,

    and she looked at him again, her eyes now wide. "I; shouldn't; no, my
    parents must not know I'm here, they; I should return to my domicile."

    "Are you married?" he asked, thinking that

    even if she was, she had showed up at her parents' orgy and was making herself
    cum, even if she'd been hiding. Marriage didn't seem to be a barrier during an
    orgy, near as he could tell. By his count, he'd already fucked at least four married
    patrician women and three plebeian women today.

    "Yes! No! I;” she stammered, blushing again and

    closing her eyes. Against her will, she inhaled deeply, taking in his raw,
    animal scent. Gods, he smelled divinely of sexuality, of carnality, of; heated
    fucking. It made her instantly wet, and her body trembled in need. "I
    cannot;”

    He smiled slyly and could tell that she wanted to stay. Even

    though she was protesting, he could already feel her hips pressing forward,
    squirming against him, desperate to finish what she was started when she was
    alone. She wanted to cum with him.

    "Then don't say anything," he whispered to

    her, his hands on her hips now. She shuddered again, her eyes wide and glassy
    as she gazed up at him. "Let me take care of this for you, Domitia;”

    He couldn't be sure, but the thought she nodded almost

    imperceptibly. Her felt her tits press forward against him.

    Her name means 'She who is tamed';

    He took both her wrists in one hand and lifted them, pinning

    them against the wall over her head. She gasped and shivered, seemingly cowed
    by his superior strength. Her hips squirmed against him again, her tits heaving
    as she almost began to pant. Her eyes were flashing now, and he could see lust
    in them, almost as if it was forbidden and impure. He would give her what she
    wanted, that was certain.

    Domitia sucked in her breath as he put his free hand on her

    tit and fondled her, the soft skin yielding before his touch, his palm brushing
    over the hard nipple. Domitia bit her lip as she tried to remain quiet, her
    whole body trembling with a need for release.

    Mark caressed her other tit as well, pinching the nipple and

    pulling on it gently, making the brown-haired girl whimper and squeeze her eyes
    shut.

    "No; uh;” she gasped.

    His hand now found her waist and undid the cotton strip that

    belted the stola, letting it fall away. Domitia was breathing heavily
    now, especially when he began to pull her dress down, revealing more and more
    of her body. She gasped loudly as she felt his hard cock pressed against her
    belly now. She pushed her tits against his chest, squirming with urgency. Her
    protests made less and less sense by the moment, although he surmised it was
    just for show. Girls did that sometimes. At least, that's what Becky and other
    girls he'd fucked had told him. Domitia seemed to be no exception.

    Her stola now pooled around her ankles, revealing her

    body. The one flickering brazier in the corner of the room revealed that he had
    seen correctly; she had a lovely body. Not an erotic fantasy like Becky's,
    which was the product of the modern era of vitamins, yogurt, quinoa, hemp seeds
    and CrossFit, but still lush and attractive, and currently given to a
    deep-seated lust he wanted to fulfill.

    Her eyes were flashing as they stared up into his, her tits

    heaving. She bared her teeth as he reached down and cupped her cunt, which was
    now dripping wet. His finger slid up and down her length, finding her clit and
    eliciting a gasp. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed compulsively.
    She was breathing heavily now.

    "Keep your arms above your head,"

    Mark said firmly as he released them and brought his hand down, both of them
    reaching behind her and taking hold of her ass cheeks. Domitia almost hissed as
    he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She had
    readily obeyed, and kept her arms over her head, as if they were still pinned
    there. Her submission to him seemed very real and complete.

    Looking into her eyes, he held her steady, leaning her back

    against the wall while one of his hands guided his cock to her wet entrance.
    One he felt the engorged tip nestle against her lips, he placed his hand back
    on her ass cheek and began to push;

    Domitia breathed deeply as he penetrated, but then shook and

    whimpered as he encountered a barrier. Mark paused, but then felt her push her
    hips against him, and proceeded to lean forward against the wall. She shook and
    cried out, and Mark suddenly slipped deep inside her warmth easily.

    Holy shit, she'd been a virgin; awesome!

    She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her

    face against his neck, trembling almost uncontrollably. Seconds later, she
    lifted her face and look up at him, her eyes glassy. Whatever pain she'd been
    feeling was clearly gone, now. He could, on the other hand, feel a single, warm
    trickle of a fluid down the underside of his cock, and the air smelled slightly
    of pennies now.

    "You have made me a woman," she murmured,

    still staring at him. "Let us finish this wondrous coupling now. Fuck
    me, Bonosus, servant of Lady Horatia;”

    She put her arms back above her head again, her wrists

    crossed, as a sign of his power over her. Mark nodded and began pumping slowly,
    sliding his cock in and out of her. Domitia trembled again, at the feel of him inside
    her, hard and throbbing, her cunt squeezing around him. She sighed loudly, eyes
    still locked with his.

    "A girl could die this way, and happily;” she

    breathed, squirming her tits against his chest. It was a bit of a strange thing
    to say, he thought, maybe a little morbid, but teen girls were like that
    sometimes, with the weird, poetic drama. He'd fucked a goth chick once, and she
    was;

    Domitia grunted and began pumping back against him lustily,

    all her fears of their fucking obviously gone. She was hissing through her
    teeth, grinding her hips against him as he made a sawing motion with his,
    pushing deep inside her wanton cunt. He could feel her cunt tightening around
    him as she found their rhythm, slippery and getting wetter by the moment.

    She jammed her lips against his and kissed him feverishly,

    their tongues wrestling between their mouths. He held her tighter, thumping her
    against the wall each time he thrust his cock deep inside her. She moaned into
    his mouth, and her warm skin was getting damp with sweat as he took her. She
    might have been a virgin mere moments ago, but her carnal desires would not be
    denied anymore. Domitia pushed back for all she was worth, her arms finally
    coming down and gripping his back.

    They were still kissing in a frenzy, and Mark was breathing

    through his nose, his hips smacking against hers. Domitia panted and moaned
    into his mouth with each thrust, her fingernails raking his back as she fought
    to get him ever deeper inside her. Her need almost baffled him, because he could
    feel the head of his cock battering her cervix each time he drove home.
    The wet sucking sounds her cunt made filled the room, even over the sounds of
    their groans.

    Mark was growing warm now, and he could feel that the sex

    tabs he'd used had already replenished his cum, deep inside his balls. When he
    did bust, this girl's first experience would see her overflowing with cum, his
    cum, and it would be glorious. He wanted to bring her out of hiding and over to
    the orgy. He wanted to fuck her at the same time as he fucked Becky and Nanu.

    Domitia seized up suddenly, shaking around him and screaming

    into his mouth while her cunt clenched him ferociously. He kissed her hard,
    making sure she didn't alert the whole house, and fucked her harder than ever,
    making her wail into his mouth again. He could feel his own body heating up
    rapidly, the distinct, tingling boiling in his balls letting him now that
    orgasm was now unstoppable.

    Mark pulled her hard against him, pressing into her as far

    as he could, straining and arching his back.

    The floodgates burst and he began filling Domitia with his

    pearly cum, and she panted and almost growled at the release. She churned and
    writhed on his cock, her frothy essence smearing his entire groin. He felt the
    peristaltic motions of his inner muscles, spurting his cum up his cock and deep
    inside his lover, a glorious, blessed release.

    Best. Orgy. Ever.

    He sagged against her, breathing heavily, while Domitia went

    limp in his grip, sighing in deep pleasure. She was no longer raking her
    fingernails over his back but caressing it gently, almost reverently. It was
    kind of backwards, since he was supposedly a slave and she was a patrician's
    daughter, but what the hey, she was a total subbie, right?

    She purred as she kissed his damp skin, still undulating her

    hips against him and squeezing his cock gently with her gooey cunt. He held her
    close, his forehead against her neck while he tried to regain his breath. This
    orgy was barely half over. There was so much to;

    The screech from behind them froze his blood instantly. He

    went rigid for several moments, before his head snapped around and he looked to
    see who was in the doorway.

    Gazing at the entwined pair in astonishment, bordering on

    horror, was Nanu. Still quite naked, her face was frozen in shock, her mouth
    working soundlessly. Confusion engulfed hi

    1 hr 11 min
  • The Time Riders: Part 1
    The Time Riders: Part 1
    The Timeless Art of Shagging.

    Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Give A Monkey A Gun.
    Mark’s bedroom interrogation.

    Mark sat in the chair in his bedroom by his computer desk,

    trying to look chastised, but he was worried that a tiny hint of an evil smirk
    was crossing his lips. He hung his head in the hopes it would be less
    noticeable. Standing in the room with him were two stone-faced men in black
    suits and dark glasses. They stared at him silently for several minutes before
    glancing at one another. Finally, the shorter one sighed.

    "Okay, Mark," he said heavily. "Once more,

    from the top. I want you to give us as detailed an account of what happened as
    you possibly can. Leave nothing out."

    "Everything?" Mark asked quietly.

    "Everything."

    "Well, as long as you think you have the time."

    Mark quipped, sitting up straight and leaning back in his chair somewhat
    casually.

    The tall man frowned. "Was that a joke?"

    "Not a very good one, apparently," Mark muttered.

    "Stick to the facts," the man said firmly. "We

    hate jokes."

    "No kidding," Mark mused, settling in to relay the

    events he had already explained to them twice that evening. "Alright, let
    me start at the beginning."

    "Not funny, young man;” growled the shorter agent.

    "I found the thing in the park. What did you say it's

    called?" Mark asked.

    "A Holmes Field Device."

    "Right," Mark agreed, nodding. "I found the

    Holmes Field Device in the large lilac bushes over in Grosvenor Park."

    "Why were you in the bushes?" interrupted the tall

    man.

    Mark gave him a wry look. "I was making a drug deal. I

    was supplying uranium to Libyan terrorists. I was hiding the body of a
    transvestite hooker I killed. What does it matter? It's not your worry or
    jurisdiction, if you're telling me the truth, is it?"

    "Fair enough," said the shorter agent amicably.

    "Please proceed, Mark."

    Mark nodded. "It was really small and compact at first

    and I didn't know what it was. But it kinda gave off a hum and it almost had a
    glow, I dunno. I pulled it out of the bushes and over to a secluded area where
    there was still some light from nearby lamps. Anyway, I must've tripped a catch
    or something on it, because the thing folded out on itself into what looked
    like a platform and grew these weird-ass frames with displays and dials and
    buttons and shit. It was like something out of Star Trek."

    "I can see how it might appear advanced to you,"

    the shorter agent said, nodding. "To my partner and I, it's rather
    primitive, but that's not your problem. Please proceed."

    "Once I was sure that no one was around or likely to

    come through, I began fiddling around with the dials," Mark continued.
    "At first I was confused, because it didn't seem to do much, except spit
    up weird numbers on the analogue screens, but then I thought about it and
    realized they were dates. They were just; off."

    "Not off," the shorter man said. "Just dates

    set by a different calendar, if you will. The Holmes Field Device was developed
    by Ashleigh Holmes, the younger brother of the more famous Sherlock and
    Mycroft, but he was perhaps even more brilliant. He modified the Gregorian
    calendar to account for leap years and Daylight Savings, changed the accounting
    of seconds, minutes, hours and so on to eliminate the need for such
    inconsistencies. The Holmes Calendar will be adopted eighty three years in your
    future, but it is so accurate that it won't need to be modified until the year
    12,645 AD."

    "Huh." Mark said in response, not caring much.

    "Oh, and he also invented the temporal displacement

    device you found," the man added. "Although it'll be another two
    hundred and eight years before that comes to light."

    "Anyways," Mark continued, killing the history

    lesson. "Once I figured out they were dates and times, I tried setting the
    time back a few hours. After that, I started pushing some buttons. Things got
    blurry for just a split second and then the sun was blinding me. I was still
    alone, but I stepped off and looked around, still in the same spot, but
    obviously at a different time of day. I looked at the clock on my cellphone and
    it seemed to have adjusted to say it was six hours earlier, just like I'd set
    the dials."

    "Your phone adjusted accordingly. Electronics will do

    that."

    "I was really excited to look around but realized I

    didn't want to be caught and I suddenly thought I should be careful."

    "What a novel idea," the tall man said dryly.

    "Go on."

    "Well, I went back to the Holmes Field thing and set it

    to take me back to the time I'd come from. And it did. Then I began thinking
    about what sort of things I might be able to do if I was careful."

    "And this is where it got interesting, yes?" the

    shorter agent remarked.

    Mark explains his connection to Becky.

    Mark nodded. "Maybe I could change things. Not big

    things, but little things. It suddenly occurred to me the D that Miss Fischer
    gave me on my Physics exam earlier in the semester had kept me from getting
    into the university of choice I'd applied to. So I decided to see if I could
    fix that somehow;”

    Mark crept through the bushes under the cover of dark, oddly

    certain than no one was going to see him. He couldn't explain why, but he felt
    a confidence that he would not be discovered because he hadn't been there
    before. It didn't make sense, but maybe that was a good thing.

    He knew where Miss Fischer lived, he'd seen her pull into

    the small, stand-alone house in her Rav4 on many occasions. He slipped onto her
    property through her back yard, instinctively knowing that her rear door would
    be unlocked. It was already ten o'clock, but there was no school the next day
    so she was still likely to be up.

    A stick snapped in the yard one lot ever. His head snapped

    around to see if he'd been spotted, but he didn't see anything. A dog began
    barking. Stupid animal scared the shit out of him.

    He moved quietly across the lawn to the back door, opened it

    slowly and found himself in a small kitchen. It was dark except for a small
    night-light and he paused, listening for movement, hearing no one nearby. He
    stared in bewilderment at the sheer amount of organic cereals and grains that
    lined the counters around the room, along with fresh fruits and other
    nutritious snacks. No wonder she always seemed so perky, even if she was shy
    and retiring.

    Beyond the kitchen, he could see the living room and small

    dining room were still lit. He padded across the linoleum floor silently, hearing
    nothing. He peeked into the dining room and through it into the living room.

    No one. There was a yoga mat on the floor in front of the

    long, flat-screen TV. The decor consisted of low tables and beanbag chairs
    others. Damn, this woman was crunchy.

    He heard water running upstairs and some off-key singing. He

    crept up the steps to the second floor, preparing himself for what would no
    doubt be an awkward situation, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed
    to do this, whether he liked it or not. There was a shower happening and he now
    recognized Miss Fischer's voice. She seemed to be alone and her vehicle had
    been standing by itself in the driveway. If she was already showering, she
    wasn't going out again.

    Mark approached the bathroom, noticing the door was wide

    open. He guessed that made sense, since Miss Fischer had told the class more
    than once that she lived lamentably alone. She took the teasing from her
    students good-naturedly, but now he could confirm it. She was a bachelorette.

    She was singing and he could hear the shower water splashing

    off her body as he hid beside the door. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
    He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, calming his nerves before
    subtly peeking around the door and into the bathroom.

    There was no tub, just a walk-in shower. His eyes went wide

    when he realized that her shower stall was composed of fog and steam-proof
    glass, giving him an almost completely uninterrupted view of the activities
    within. Except for the droplets of water that trickled down the treated glass
    panes, he could see his teacher in all her naked glory. Miss Fischer was facing
    away from him, running her fingers through her long, wet blonde hair, swaying
    her body back and forth, her amazing ass glistening wetly.

    He tuned out her rather painful singing of a Beyoncé song

    and let his gaze travel up and down her womanly form. His heart thundered in
    his chest, to the place where he was worried she might hear it. Miss Fischer
    always dressed rather modestly at school and he was shocked to see what a
    rocking' bod she had. Clearly she hadn't been lying about the yoga and the
    CrossFit she claimed to do.

    Her skin was fair, but not pale. Her shapely back tucked

    into a small waist, which in turn blossomed out into fit hips which were
    anchored by her amazing ass. Her long legs tapered down to tiny ankles. If he
    hadn't been so astonished and exhilarated, he would have had a massive hard-on
    by now.

    "C'mon, turn around;” he found himself urging

    her silently.

    Miss Fischer obliged and Mark thought he might faint. She'd

    always been pretty, of course, but Mark doubt that anyone at school would have
    guessed what a sex-pot their Physics teacher was. Where the hell had she been
    keeping those tits? Did she fucking strap them down? They were large, yet
    perky. The tiny pink nipples sat atop them proudly, announcing the arrival of
    their mistress right behind them. Her stomach was flat, but still soft, begging
    to be kissed. He forced himself to look lower and saw that her cunt was shaved
    except for the small strip of trimmed hair above. The nether lips were even and
    not quite plump, but still dismissed any worries of a bony thigh-gap. Her clit
    hood barely peeked out over the top.

    "Fucking fuck;” he thought, his mind racing. "Who

    knew Miss Fischer was so insanely hot?"

    He watched rapt, utterly forgetting that she might see him

    if she happened to look his way. The blonde seemed to have no interest in life
    beyond those glass panes, however, as she caressed her body slowly, making sure
    she was cleansed of her organic craft shower gel. Her manicured hands glided up
    and down her lovely body while she closed her eyes, letting the water from the
    showerhead rinse it away.

    As Mark watched, she kept her eyes closed but bit her lip

    gently, one of her hands moving up to slowly and gently caress her tits while
    the other snaked its way down her stomach and between her legs to begin playing
    with her cunt. A quiet sigh escaped her mouth and Mark felt his cock rapidly
    swelling inside his jeans.

    The teacher pressed her forehead against the glass, her eyes

    still closed. Her hand massaged her ample tits while the hand between her legs
    moved up and down slowly, massaging the lips. Mark swallowed and adjusted his
    cock inside his pants as he watched intently, unable to believe he was being
    treated to this incredible show. Another moan escaped her lips as she pleasured
    herself and began pinching one of her nipples.

    It took all of Mark's willpower to not pull his cock out and

    begin stroking it on the spot, because he had other plans. Miss Fischer, not so
    constrained, continued to finger her cunt until she was panting. She stopped
    suddenly and reached up to pull the detachable showerhead off its arm and
    brought it down to her body. She hummed as she let the stiff streams beat
    against her shoulders and then her tits. Mark could see her already hard
    nipples getting ever harder.

    She then slowly moved the showerhead down her sensual form,

    over her trim stomach and between her legs. She let out a loud sigh as the
    water battered her lips and clit. She turned herself around again, pressing her
    ass cheeks against the glass while she put the showerhead under her cunt to
    continually stimulate it. Her cheeks squirmed rhythmically around on the glass
    pane as she jet-fucked herself. Mark watched in disbelief as one hand came back
    behind and spread her cheeks to play with her little, puckered knot.

    Miss Fischer let out a grunt as her middle finger slid

    inside her ass while the showerhead continued to bombard her cunt with its tiny
    jets. Mark gripped the front of his pants again, unable to resist, giving
    himself a squeeze. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't last much longer, because he
    wasn't sure he would if she kept this up.

    Fortunately for Mark, his teacher did not seem terribly

    interested in delaying her reward. The squirming became more pronounced and she
    groaned as her body began to tremble and then shake. Her finger was working
    itself in and out of her ass faster and faster while the showerhead was almost
    crushed to her cunt lips.

    She let out a gasp and a cry before falling to her knees,

    her body almost spasming as she came. Mark gritted his teeth as he watched,
    desperately willing himself to not massage his cock and join her in autoerotic
    bliss. The restraint would be worth it. He removed his hand and settled for
    squeezing the doorframe while watching his teacher. Miss Fischer slowly leaned
    forward until  her head was on the floor, her ass in the air. She moved
    the shower jets slowly up and down over her molten sex while her finger teased
    her ring. He listened to her panting and sighing as she started to come down
    from what was a clearly badly-needed orgasm.

    Mark couldn't wait much longer or he'd lose his nerve. He

    quietly stepped into the bathroom and started to head toward the shower. Miss
    Fischer had finally moved up back into a kneeling position, still facing away
    from him and taking slow, deep breaths. She then got to her feet and replaced
    the showerhead back in its arm above her. She rinsed her face and body again
    before turning off the water.

    Silently, Mark waited off to the side while she slid open

    the door and stepped out somewhat awkwardly, trying to get her long, wet hair
    out of her face. She groped around blindly for several moments and Mark
    realized she'd forgotten where she put her towel. He handed her a hand towel
    which she absently took and wiped her face with before pushing her hair back.
    Mark meanwhile handed her a full-sized body towel.

    "Thank you, Mark," she said pleasantly. "I'm

    always; Mark!"

    This last bit was exclaimed loudly and she slammed herself

    back against the opposite wall from him, her eyes wide with utter shock. Both
    towels she'd been holding flew from her grip, leaving her naked and dripping
    wet. He had no idea why, but he tried to maintain eye contact with her.

    "Uh; hi, Miss Fischer," he said somewhat awkwardly

    before swallowing. "Uh; nice shower you've got there."

    Some of her wits seemed to return and she realized she was

    standing naked in front of one of her students. She moved her hands about
    haphazardly, making several comical attempts to cover herself, eyes still wide
    and mouth agape.

    "Wha; wha; y; you;” she stammered.

    "Yeah, I didn't exactly expect to be here either,"

    he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "First of all, don't scream or
    anything. I'm not here to’

    "Then why are you here, you little pervert?" she

    hissed, finally regaining control of her vocal chords. "Get the fuck out
    and I'll possibly consider not calling the police!"

    "I; can't;” he admitted weakly.

    She frowned and looked down at his legs, choosing to ignore

    the rather obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Your legs work just
    fine, young man, but I'll tell you what's not going to after I've kicked you
    there if you don't get out of my house."

    "No, I;” he began but then realized he didn't quite know

    how to articulate what he wanted to say. What the hell had he been thinking,
    doing any of this?

    He finally bent over and picked up the large body towel

    she'd lost and handed it to her. "Maybe; I guess you should put this on
    first;”

    She snatched it away from him and wrapped it around her

    body, but if he'd been hoping this made her more amenable to his presence then
    he'd been wrong. What did happen was her eyes began to blaze with fury
    as she composed herself.

    "So help me, Mister Simmons," she growled as she

    advanced on him menacingly, her near-nudity forgotten. The towel did very
    little to conceal her buxom figure. "If you don't tell me right this
    instant what the hell you are doing in my house, watching me take a shower,
    I'll show you exactly what CrossFit has done for me, along with the jiu-jutsu
    classes. You'll be wishing I'd called the cops."

    Mark held up his hands, hoping to calm her. "There's no

    need for that, teach, I’

    "Don't call me that off school grounds,"

    she snapped, still moving toward him until it was Mark backed up against the
    wall. "Ex-plain your-self;”

    Mark swallowed again, fearing for his well-being. He'd been so

    much smoother when he thought this over in his head earlier. "You; you
    failed me on the Physics exam."

    She paused in her menacing advance for a moment and raised

    an eyebrow. "Your exam isn't for another two months. Irrelevant. Why are
    you creeping on me?"

    "I know it isn't," he said hastily. "But;

    you're going to fail me."

    "Then maybe you should be back home studying instead of

    breaking into my house," she snapped, getting ready to beat him senseless.
    This wasn't like him, but that was no excuse for endangering her. "Last
    chance and then it's night-night time with my fist in your brain."

    Mark squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. His

    heart was pounding so hard that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get another
    erection again. "It; I can't explain it if I think you're going to kill
    me! Please stop threatening to kill me and I'll tell you."

    She stopped cornering him and paused, looking annoyed and

    skeptical. "This'd better be good, because you're either going to find
    yourself punched unconscious by a girl or talking to the cops. Explain and then
    you get your choice."

    "It's; actually really good," Mark breathed.

    "I'm not me. I mean, I'm me, but not the me you know."

    "A doppelganger?" she asked dryly, not amused.

    "Lay off the sci-fi and anime, Mark, it's making you too stupid for
    physics."

    "No, I;” he paused and took another deep breath.

    "I'm Mark from this coming up summer."

    "Oh, you're a time-traveler now, are you?" she

    mused snidely. "So tell me, since you already know; do I eat your heart or
    your liver tomorrow with my afternoon salad?"

    "Look, look;” he said, trying to keep his voice from

    pissing itself in fear as he reached into his wallet. "Look, here's my new
    voter ID that I got just after my birthday."

    He held it out for her to look at. She glanced at it and

    then up at him, clearly not impressed. "Ya' know, other kids fake their
    ID's to say they're old enough to drink. This one just says you're now
    eighteen. No wonder you're failing physics, you can't even fake an ID
    right."

    "Uh, no, I;” Mark stammered, frustrated with how badly

    he was fucking up. "I can't help when I'm from, I'm from three months in
    the future."

    "And you're here to tell me I'm secretly pregnant with

    the man who will lead us to victory over the AI machines?" she sneered.
    She cracked her knuckles. "It's a pity, you actually were a pretty
    good-looking kid before I did this to you;”

    "No," he blurted out. "I came here to

    convince you to change my grade because the university I wanted to go to
    rejects me over that grade!"

    She paused for a moment. "Okay, so why didn't you just

    study?"

    He shrugged nervously. "I don't know. I can't do

    anything about that now. Except like this."

    Miss Fischer stopped and closed her eyes for a moment. This

    was the weirdest home invasion and rape she'd ever heard of. "What?"

    "Maybe; it was stupid of me to fail," Mark said.

    "But that's my past. I can't change it directly. But I was hoping to come
    here and convince you to let me pass anyway."

    "If for some reason I were inclined to believe

    that you were from the future, which I don't,

    1 hr 7 min
  • Adventures of Long John: Part 4 - ReScrewged

    Mother and daughter reunite on his cock.

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



    "You're a cannibal," Lilli hissed, stepping up to her mom, locking eyes.

    "What, for swallowing?" scoffed the older woman, her lips sticky. "What the fuck's going on with you?"

    "You're cannibalizing my life!"

    Mrs. Lee looked confused.

    "I'm

    just gonna go get that water;” said John, sidling away to the wine
    cooler in the reading alcove, thinking, they're either gonna kill each
    other or; no, they're gonna kill each other. I can see the headlines
    "Mother And Daughter Dead In Crazy Cock Killing".

    "This

    is a charade." Lilli made air quotes and pointed at John. "Does 'Horse'
    even know your real name?" The blood drained from the older woman's
    face. Lilli pressed on. "Mrs. Lee's cannibalizing my life just like she
    cannibalized yours."

    The

    argument continued as John watched, re-hydrating, letting them get
    honest. Mrs. Lee defended herself, seeming oblivious to the crust of
    drying spunk and mascara on her face. Lilli's body jiggled as she made
    her angry points, venting.

    Eventually, John had to do something. He said, "You two beautiful women really ain't got nothin' to fight about."

    Mrs. Lee looked at him critically.

    Lilli said, "Tell him your real name!"

    "I

    mean," he said, stepping closer, handing Mrs. Lee her water,
    "big-picture, you both like a good cock. Maybe you should start with
    what you have in common."

    Lilli laughed, her fervor diminishing.

    Mrs. Lee looked troubled. "I just wanted you to have what I didn't."

    "But you succeeded at that long ago, mother," said Lilli, "And I'm so, so grateful. You've got to let me find my own life now."

    "It's not safe."

    "You can retire Mrs. Lee, mom," Lilli put her hand on the woman's wrist and looked caringly in her eyes. "She's done her job."

    They

    embraced, both in tears, the sex juices smeared between them. John's
    organ swelled again. "What is your name?" he asked gently, placing a
    large hand on each of their narrow shoulders.

    Without looking up she said quietly, "Joyce. Joyce Wu."

    "Hello,

    Joyce," he said softly, massaging her shoulder, "which of you have I
    been having sex with?" The small woman broke into tears again and Lilli
    held her tight. He said, "It looks to me like when Lilli talks to 'mom'
    she's talking to Joyce, but it's Mrs. Lee who's talking back."

    They were all quiet for a long minute. The older woman straightened. "I don't know how to be Joyce anymore."

    John

    and Lilli looked at each other. The daughter seemed to appreciate what
    he was trying to do. Could she tell he'd stopped acting stupid? They
    both waited.

    The

    mother finally said, taking a deep breath, "You're right, daughter,
    Lilli, I think I got you and myself mixed up. I've been trying to give
    myself, Joyce, the childhood I never had."

    "Seems to me you can give Joyce what she needs right now," said John, "You've made Lilli a capable young woman."

    "Yes,

    mom, I've got everything good in me from you," Lilli said, hugging her
    again, "Let Joyce have the credit and the adulthood she's earned. And
    I'll have mine. You don't need to worry about me."

    "I

    think we should all go get in the shower," offered John, "Let's pamper
    each other. Let's wash away the guilt and resentment and celebrate."

    So,

    drained, they did. John took up the sponge and tenderly ministered to
    each of the women. And their nakedness was their bond. Nothing could be
    hidden anymore, he surmised. Nothing was shameful. As he slowly worked
    the warm suds into each of their bodies, as he caressed and nurtured
    their flesh he observed their reintegration, their realignment. John ran
    the sponge on the small tits and the full ones, on the skinny ass and
    the bouncy one, lovingly and with attention to the women's sensations.
    He ever so gently ran his fingers down into their pubes. He knelt and
    lay kisses on their bellies.

    The

    women hugged and whispered to each other as he bathed them, as he
    shampooed their hair, sharing forgiveness, finding trust again. There
    were more tears. It was a long-awaited reunion.

    "So;

    .," he ventured as the shower began to turn tepid, "does Joyce want
    some good lovemaking? I am, as always, at your service."

    The

    mother turned to him and held his arms, looked up, said, "You've been
    the clever one; You're right. I don't want to just fuck, I want to
    connect."

    Lilli

    hugged him from behind, reached around and massaged his thick, hanging
    organ until it stood again. "I know a lot of positions;”

    1 hr 6 min
  • Like A Good Neighbor: Part 3
    Like A Good Neighbor: Part 3
    The sleepover

    By

    NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    “Oh my God, Riza,” I moaned.

    “What! What’s wrong,” she freaked.

    "Nothing. Nothing at all. You taste absolutely amazing. So much so,

    I’m making another rule. Your pussy will be my dessert every
    night.”

    “Really?”, she said, blushing a light shade of pink.

    “Oh yeah. I’m serious, I’ve never tasted a woman as sweet

    as you. I am in pure bliss right now,” I said as I brought up my fingers
    and spread her vulva apart.

    As her vulva split, and I pulled back her clitoral hood, a swollen pink bean

    appeared in front of me. I leaned in and kissed her bare exposed clit and heard
    Riza gasp as her whole body jerked. I kissed it again and she moaned loudly. My
    tongue slid across it and her fingers gripped my hair as she moaned again. I
    placed my lips around her clit, and sucked a little, before flicking her pink
    bean with my tongue. Her hands tugged at my hair as I felt her thighs press
    into my cheeks. I finally stopped teasing her and flicked my tongue across her
    clit rapidly. She moaned with each breath as I relentlessly worked my tongue
    and mouth on her clit. I felt her legs shake and her body quiver as her sweet
    moans turned into screams of pleasure. Her legs locked around my head as her
    hips began to heave up and down, but I stayed glued to her clit, determined to
    make her orgasm. I hummed and she screamed out, hands leaving my head to claw
    at the bedsheets for some kind of purchase to stabilize her to the earth. Her
    thighs squeezed my head as her heels pushed into my upper back. I look up and
    watch as she arches her back and the look of pure ecstasy takes her over. After
    a few moments, she lets out a quivering breath and comes back down to earth.

    “Holy, fuck, Kurt,” she said between breaths, “Please

    promise to do that every night.

    "I promise, baby. It’d be my pleasure,” I tell her as I

    climb on top of her on the bed.

    I lean in close to her, careful not to rest my weight on top of her, but I

    hold her as close to me as I can. My hand holds the back of her neck while my
    other hand grips her thigh as her legs wrap around my waist.

    “You ready,” I whisper in her ear as my tip presses against her

    opening.

    Her hands reach up and rest on the back of my head, and she nods permission.

    Gently, I push forward with my hips and slip inside of her. She closes her eyes
    and lets out a breathy moan as I start to fill her. When she opens her eyes
    again, I am staring directly into her eyes as I make long, slow thrusts in and
    out of her. With each thrust into her, she gasps and squeezes the back of my
    head with her hands. I dare not look away, as I am entranced by her green eyes
    as I make love to Riza for the first time. Quietly she mouths ‘I love you
    so much’ as she brushes my cheek with her thumb. I mouth 'I love you
    more’, and press my lips to her before she can respond. She begins to
    moan into my mouth, and I speed up my thrust a little to bring her to climax
    again. Her moans become constant as her hands grip my back and fingers claw at
    my ribs. I feel her walls tighten around me as she nears climax.

    My climax starts to heighten as she grips my cock tighter inside of her and

    I squeeze her tighter to me. As she begins to orgasm again, her nails dig into
    my side and she screams into my mouth. I don’t fight my urge to cum this
    time and welcome my climax. As we climax together, our bodies tangled together,
    a flash of lightning illuminates the bedroom and thunder crashes as I release
    my seed inside of Riza. Thunder continues to roll as I bury myself deep inside
    of her and fill her with my seed. Riza gyrates her hips, squeezing every last
    drop I have to offer inside of her. My legs and arms give out and I collapse on
    top of her. Softly, we kiss, as my cock softly twitches inside of her, long
    after my climax subsides.

    I roll to my side, exhausted, and look over at her. Her green eyes look upon

    me with wonder and love as I reach across the bed and pull her to me. She
    places her head on my chest and her arm across my stomach. We tangle our legs
    together as I pull the comforter over top of us. As I close my eyes, I realize
    that when I wake up in the morning, Riza will be there, and my wish will have
    finally come true.

    I awoke slowly, consciousness replacing the grogginess of my slumber at a

    snail’s pace. I didn’t want to open my eyes for the fear that last
    night could have been just a dream. I didn’t want to open my eyes because
    the warmth of the bed was so inviting, and the soft sheets and comforter hugged
    my body like a glove. I took in a deep breath through my nose and smelled him
    on the pillow, with a faint hint of freshly brewed coffee. Greedily, I pushed
    my face deeper into the pillow, his scent intoxicating me as I breathed him in.
    The scent of him made my mind flashback to last night, the way he held me as we
    made love, the look of pure, unadulterated love in his eyes as he filled me
    with his seed. As I rolled over under the sheets, I could feel soreness in my
    lady parts, but also the residual wetness of his seed still inside of me.
    Finally, with much reluctance, I stretched my arms and legs out and enjoyed the
    feeling as sleepy muscles woke up.

    I opened my eyes and looked over to an empty bed. Longingly, I ran my hand

    over the wrinkles in the sheets where he had laid last night, holding me and
    tugging my hair until I drifted off to sleep. Slipping my feet out from under
    the covers, I put my feet on the floor and gathered the willpower to rise from
    the bed. My legs protested as my weight shifted to them as I pushed myself off
    the bed. The carpet was soft and pleasant on my feet as I shuffled towards the
    bedroom door. I could hear the soft tune of music playing when I reached the
    steps and smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon cooking. When I
    reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen, I
    almost died due to an overload of cuteness.

    Kurt, dressed in a black pair of slacks, a grey long sleeve button-up,

    polished leather shoes, and an untied blue tie draped around his neck, was
    dancing and swaying to the tune of Love of a Lifetime by Firehouse. Eggs,
    bacon, and bagels were cooking as steam seeped from a fresh pot of coffee. I
    leaned against the fridge, completely naked from my head to my toes, and just
    enjoyed watching Kurt being Kurt. It was adorable and it made me love him even
    more for it. I must have stood there leaning against the fridge for a good two
    minutes before he noticed me. A soon as he did, I expected him to be
    embarrassed and stop, but instead, he started swaying and vibing to the music
    as he approached me. Lip syncing to the lyrics, he reached for my hand and
    slipped his other hand behind the small of my back, and danced with me through
    the final chorus of the song. As the song ended, he spun me around, and then
    dipped me, kissing me long, and passionately. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl at
    her first dance, and on the verge of bursting with love for him.

    "Morning my love,” he said as he lifted me back up, his hips

    still swaying to the fading music, “Hungry? I made you breakfast.”

    “It smells so good,” I said as I looked at the plate filled with

    scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and plain bagels with cream cheese,
    “Kurt, baby, you didn’t have to do this.”

    “I wanted to,” he said as he took a big bite out of his bagel,

    “It’s our first morning together and I wanted to make it special.”

    “Well, you certainly did that,” I said as I took a mug from

    above the coffee maker and filled it with the freshly brewed goodness.

    A strong hand slapped and squeezed my ass as I leaned over to grab a coffee

    creamer from the fridge, and I jumped in surprise. I hadn’t been awake
    ten minutes and my pussy was already craving more of Kurt.

    “Hey now, don’t be starting anything you can’t finish

    before work,” I teased.

    “Says the naked and exotically beautiful Goddess bent over in front of

    me!” he quipped, “Seriously, do you have clothes to change
    into?”

    “Nope,” I said as I peered over the top of the mug before taking

    a sip of the coffee.

    I noticed Kurt was already stiff as the bugle in his pants became quite

    obvious.

    “Why didn’t you bring some clothes with you?”

    Setting the mug of coffee on the counter, I sauntered over to him, grabbed

    his cock, and squeezed softly, “I didn’t think I would need them. I
    wanted you to have easy access whenever you wanted it. Clothes get in the way
    of that.”

    Kurt placed his hands on the counter and moaned softly as I slowly and

    gently stroked his hard cock through his pants. I could feel his cock twitch
    with excitement in my palm.

    “Riza, damn that feels good,” he moaned into my ear.

    I took my hand off his cock, buttoned his top button, and tied his tie for

    him. Forcefully, I pulled on the tie and brought his face to mine as I kissed
    him aggressively while stroking his cock some more.

    “I’ll make it feel even better when you get home,” I

    teased.

    “About that, I think I might have to call in today,” he said as

    he started to make fake coughing sounds, “Sorry boss, I think I came down
    with something and won’t be able to make it in today.”

    I giggled and turned around, grinding my bare ass on his hard cock through

    his pants. I could feel the firmness and heat of his erection between my ass
    cheeks as he placed a hand on my belly, and gently around my neck.

    "That's a shame," I said as I turned my head up to look at him,

    "I can't tease you with naughty, sexy photos and sexts if you don't go to work."

    He let out a disappointed and protracted sigh, "Fine, you drive a hard

    bargain, Baby. I'll go to work, but I'm going to complain the whole time."

    "Have fun! Love you!" I told him as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss

    him, slapping him on the ass to hurry him out the door before he was late.

    "Love you too. And for goodness sake, at least put on one of my shirts

    or something so you don't freeze to death. My air conditioner is practically
    brand new and works better than you'd expect," Kurt said before he stepped
    into the garage.

    I sat on a barstool and smiled as I enjoyed the breakfast Kurt had prepared

    for me as I heard the garage door opener hum. I desperately wanted to run to
    the windows and wave goodbye to him, but I was scared one of the neighbors
    would see. All it would take is old Mrs. Ruckers walking her dogs like she did
    every morning, and a simple glance to see me naked and in another man's house
    to ruin everything. I finished my breakfast and gulped down the rest of my
    coffee. I took a moment to wash the dishes from breakfast. No sooner did I step
    away from the sink, the air conditioner kicked on and blasted me with a rush of
    cold air. Goosebumps instantly pricked up on my skin and I had second thoughts
    about remaining naked the whole time I was at Kurt's. I headed upstairs and
    opened his closet. There was a plethora of button-up shirts, some cotton, some
    polyester, and even some silk. I selected a white silk shirt and laid it on the
    bed. I shivered as the AC started to chill me to my core. A hot shower was in
    order.

    Walking into Kurt's bathroom, I was surprised by how clean it was.

    Everything was organized, neat, and in its place. I turned on the water to the
    shower and snapped a few pictures in the mirror for Kurt to enjoy later while I
    waited for the water to heat up. This morning in the kitchen had me incredibly
    horny and I looked down as I felt a mix of Kurt's cum and my juices start to
    drip down my thigh. On a whim, I took the phone in the shower with me, propping
    it up in the corner of the shower. I took my time showering, enjoying the hot,
    steamy water as it warmed me up. Once I was all cleaned up, I pulled up the
    camera and hit record. My pussy ached terribly, partly because I was still sore
    from last night, and partly because I was craving Kurt's cock again. I had to
    settle for my fingers as I played with myself, recording the whole thing for
    Kurt to enjoy. For several minutes I let my fingers delve in and out of my
    pussy and asshole, shamelessly moaning and screaming out in pleasure without impunity.
    Finally, I got myself off, and the ache in my pussy subsided... for now.

    I brought the phone up to my face and blew a kiss, "Miss you baby. Have

    a good day at work."

    Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and slipped on the silk button-up.

    Looking in the mirror, my nipples pressed against the fabric and you could make
    out my dark areolas through the fabric. I left the shirt unbuttoned, letting it
    expose one of my breasts, and I posed on the bed for a few photos. I got a
    little carried away with the photos and even took a few of me grinding my pussy
    on his pillow. Unintentionally, I found myself enjoying the feeling so much I
    ended up grinding his pillow to climax. Satisfied with my work, I selected the
    video and my favorite of the pictures and clicked send. Despite the cup of
    coffee, I had that morning, I all of the sudden felt exhausted. Time for a nap.

    Six hours later I woke up and glanced at the alarm clock on Kurt's

    nightstand. It was already three in the afternoon. I honestly can't remember the
    last time I napped that long, and I climbed out of the bed feeling rejuvenated
    and rested for the first time in a while. *A girl could get used to this,* I
    thought to myself. I decided to head downstairs and explore a little. Like the
    bathroom, Kurt kept a clean and organized house. Even the silverware was
    stacked neatly in the kitchen drawers. Cast iron pans draped from the walls as
    decoration, and practical storage. My phone dinged and I pulled it up,
    realizing it was a Kurt. Apparently, he had spent most of the morning in a
    meeting and returned to his office to a wonderful and joyous surprise on his
    phone. He apologized for being out of touch and told me he can't wait to get
    home tonight.

    I sat at Kurt's computer and turned it on. It was a basic computer, and

    there were a few older-looking games on it, including a space pinball game I
    grew up playing. Then a naughty thought filled my head, and I pulled up his
    search history. Intermittently throughout his search history, there were
    PornHub entries every couple of days or so.

    "Okay Baby, let's see what you're into when no one is looking," I

    said out loud to myself.

    As I clicked on the first video and watched and listened as a small Asian

    woman like myself filled the screen. The guy in the video was pulling her
    ponytail and ramming her hard and fast. I watched in amazement as her body
    shook from the forces of his thrusts. The last-minute of the video was the guy
    planting a deep creampie inside of her small frame, and recording the cum
    leaking out of her. I checked the other videos and it was more of the same,
    small, petite Asian heritage women like myself, getting fucked and filled with
    cum. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Kurt had a type. Knowing that he was
    fantasizing about me for years, it was downright flattering to know that even
    when he wasn't fantasizing about me, he was watching porn with women like me to
    get off. Then I found a search history of pages from Reddit. Some of them were
    silly animal videos, historical videos, and goofy pictures. And then I found
    something that wasn't. Apparently, Kurt was something of a writer and wrote
    erotic stories of his fantasies about me, in vivid detail. So vivid, my pussy
    was growing wet and starting to ache again as I read through them. By the time
    I read through his fifth story, I was playing with myself again and looked down
    to see a puddle of my juices soaking his computer chair.

    I jumped as the garage door opener came to life. I glanced at my phone and

    freaked for a moment as I realized it was already 5:30 pm. Two hours had gone
    by in the blink of an eye. Quickly I unbuttoned my shirt and closed out of his
    search history. I rushed to the garage door and leaned against the wall, in the
    sexiest pose I could think of in the heat of the moment. As the door swung open
    and Kurt stepped through, a huge smile stretched across his face.

    "Damn you're gorgeous," he gushed, "Missed you today."

    "I missed you too, now come kiss me already," I begged.

    His warm hands slid along my hips as he leaned down to kiss me. I instinctually

    wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his hands glide along my waist to the
    small of my back, down to my buttocks. Embarrassingly, I squeaked as his strong
    hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up the wall, pinning me between
    him and the wall as his lips pressed deeper into mine and I lost myself in the
    passion of the moment. My hands felt up and down his body as my heart pounded
    and my breath caught in my chest. I've never been kissed with this much passion
    before, not even by Ronny, and I realized my toes were curled up in the
    pleasure of the moment when we finally separated to get some air.

    "Wow, you really missed me," I said breathlessly as my lungs

    burned from lack of oxygen, and my pussy burned from lack of cock.

    "You have no idea. I got practically nothing done at work today because

    I couldn't put my phone down," he said as his voice quivered while he
    gently lowered me to the floor. "Three times I had to fight back the urge
    to go to the bathroom and run one out, just to get me through the day."

    I said nothing and smiled at him.

    "So Babe, what do you want for dinner?" he asked as he held my

    hand and escorted me to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

    I watched him strip down, putting his clothes into the hamper, and

    practically started drooling at the sight of his soft cock, "I don't know,
    you are looking pretty tasty right now."

    He laughed and slipped on a pair of grey sweat pants, no underwear, "As

    great of a source of protein that might be, it's hardly filling."

    "My throat and pussy beg to differ."

    An amused chuckle bellowed from his belly as he took my hand in his, "I

    hear ya Riza, but I am starving. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it
    happen."

    I thought about it for several moments. I was hungry for his cock, hungry

    for his cum, hungry for his touch and his love. All I wanted right now was his
    strong arms wrapped around me as he ravaged my insides and to feel his hot cum
    filling my womb again. If only there was a way to get what I wanted, without
    having to wait for him to cook. I snapped my head up and looked at Kurt with a
    moment of realization.

    "A large meat lover's stuffed crust pizza and breadsticks," I

    blurted out.

    "Pizza? I was thinking something fancier, but if that's what my Goddess

    demands, then that I shall give her what she desires," he said as he
    pulled out his phone and opened the Pizza Hut app on his phone.

    What is wrong with me? What about Kurt has me so, uncontrollably horny? I

    wanted to come over here and spend quality, uninterrupted time with the man I
    love, but all I can think about is his cock and taking another load of his cum
    inside of me. It's like my body is having withdrawals and his cum is the drug I
    get high on. I mean, I'm not even this desperate for cock when I'm ovulating.
    Geeze, what if he thinks I'm just some sexed crazed slut? Not that he's
    complaining or anything, but still...

    After ordering the pizza we headed back downstairs. Kurt handed me the

    remote, laid on his side on the couch with his back to the cushions, and patted
    the space next to him. My heart fluttered with joy as I laid next to him, and
    his strong arms pulled me into him, tucking my curves into his as I just melted
    into him. He tucked us in tight with the blanket that laid on the back of the
    couch and kissed the back of my neck as he snuggled in tighter to me.

    "What are we watching tonight?" he asked with a legitimate

    interest.

    "So," I began, "Something you should know about me before we

    get too far into this."

    "Oh no, please tell me you aren't one of those reality TV types of

    women. You know, Jersey Shores, Real Housewives, stuff like that."

    I laughed at his implication, "God no! But, I am a sucker for zombie

    flicks and shows. iZombie, The Walking Dead, Z-Nation, along those lines."

    28 min
  • The Time Riders: Part 12
    The Time Riders: Part 12
    Teaching Nanu about the modern world.

    Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to

    Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd
    lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise."

    "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be

    thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much
    as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her
    Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu.

    It made her love her Mistress even more.

    "Let's go back inside," Becky suggested,

    pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later."

    She looked both ways before taking them across the road,

    holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances.

    "Mistress?"

    "Yes, my love?"

    As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house,

    Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was
    flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something.

    "I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I

    pissed myself and ruined the sack."

    Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and

    a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't
    worry, I'll find you another."

    "Can it have a flaming cock on it again?"

    Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that."

    Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock

    shirts, my love. I promise."

    The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had

    been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon.

    After a nap.

    "Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked

    as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped
    her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at
    her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while
    the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while
    her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing
    her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times,
    but were simply enjoying the sensations now.

    "Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving

    how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met
    any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark."

    "If we meet your friends, what will you tell them

    about me?"

    One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that

    she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business
    didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much
    thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another
    country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English."

    Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's

    cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where
    in the empire of the Romans is it?"

    Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing.

    She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she
    jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering
    what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly.

    "Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling

    into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;”

    She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs

    wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's
    blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely
    understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind,
    either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting
    fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did.
    It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned.

    "Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp

    hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very
    far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation
    called 'Canada'."

    "Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the

    sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?"

    Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention

    what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said
    finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman
    empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world."

    Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!"

    she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman
    devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?"

    Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult.

    "Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean
    anything to you?"

    Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the

    other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and
    mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count
    well."

    "I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming

    hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred
    years ago."

    Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just

    been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome?

    Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from,

    Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where
    we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own."

    A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she

    looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are
    you lying to me?"

    Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised

    you I wouldn't lie to you."

    "But I don't understand what you mean," the

    Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I
    don't understand them!"

    She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere

    between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.."

    Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her

    beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When
    she opened them, she nodded.

    "Come downstairs with me and I will try,"

    she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's
    hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the
    floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative
    screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying
    the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its
    storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky
    now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny
    brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the
    rug.

    "There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow.

    She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and
    tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach
    on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them.
    "Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in
    my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know."

    Nanu nodded slowly.

    Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each

    of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain
    point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years,
    Nanu."

    Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and

    began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she
    started. "One; two; three;”

    Fifteen minutes later.

    Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting

    aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred
    fifty-two;”

    Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but

    she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by,
    but Nanu kept counting.

    "Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a

    quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!"

    Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away,

    scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was
    scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped
    into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the
    room. "You're Lying!"

    "Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to

    her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street.
    She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing.

    "Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as

    she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door,
    looking around.

    "Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!"

    But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down

    the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how
    long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around
    the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be
    picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no
    way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu!

    Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she

    heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where
    she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet?

    Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't

    anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to
    make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like
    such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them
    do it?

    She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but

    she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think
    through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time
    before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe?
    She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was
    making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was
    completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to
    smell completely different to her!

    She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around.

    "Nanu!" she called loudly.

    She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the

    rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries
    of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her
    search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently.
    "Nanu?"

    "En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!"

    Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't

    Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in
    the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the
    girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright.
    Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks
    poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with?

    "I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting

    Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got
    frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to
    understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see."

    Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after

    some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could
    speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed
    still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time
    was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman.

    And Nanu finally spoke.

    "They're gone, Mistress," she said in

    little more than a whisper. "They're all gone."

    Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill

    through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?"

    "They're dead," she managed to say in a

    rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers
    and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;”

    Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her

    head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed
    down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's
    point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently.
    The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her
    family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even
    decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the
    land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness.

    "Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her

    eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say."

    "What can you say?" the girl murmured.

    "You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can
    ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I
    will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are
    nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress."

    "You're right, of course," Becky admitted,

    nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead,
    but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all."

    "Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu

    said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger
    was the pile of coins going to get?"

    Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a

    good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was
    going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting."

    She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone

    walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a
    long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu
    finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and
    remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before
    Nanu finally spoke.

    "There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt."

    Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees

    as she tried to stop.

    "Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was

    also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did
    you let me do this?"

    "I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said

    finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to
    keep you from doing crazy things. I promise."

    "I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out.

    "Did you bring me something to wear?"

    "No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about

    you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub,
    anyway?"

    There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog

    scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards
    and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?"

    "They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky

    said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to
    have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much."

    Nanu considered. "What was his name?"

    Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded

    silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for
    short."

    There was another pause. "What does that name even

    mean?"

    Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I

    think the Romans called olibanum."

    "You named your dog after that shit my Flavian

    masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not
    impressed.

    "Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky

    replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the
    leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady."

    "Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure

    your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress."

    "Okay, are you ready to come home now?"

    asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here
    like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best.
    I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house."

    There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered.

    "Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared."

    "I don't blame you, my love," Becky said

    gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere,
    can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly."

    She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise

    you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from
    slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not
    very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please
    believe me when I say that we want your happiness."

    "I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were

    lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still
    doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now."

    Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even

    take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they
    wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day
    One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found
    hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if
    she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She
    owed Nanu an out if she wanted one.

    "Okay," she said finally. "I'm

    going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside,
    I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and
    get us home, okay?"

    The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward,

    grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She
    almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She
    prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her,
    Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself
    balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed
    between Becky's ample tits.

    Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and

    began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle
    now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the
    damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I
    get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with?
    Naked?

    Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette.

    She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home.
    She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight
    coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to
    give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of
    the darkness.

    "Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered.

    Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment;

    she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was
    smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional
    person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This
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