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  • The Time Riders: Part 10
    The Time Riders: Part 10
    Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time.

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



    Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that

    she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't
    come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her.

    "Silly," she giggled, still

    smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is
    scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the
    personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess."

    Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the

    linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She
    looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt
    to cover her nudity.

    "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his

    attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?"

    What was the point in lying?

    "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he

    confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty.
    "That's the simple truth."

    She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You

    know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow."

    Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges,

    even sacred virgins."

    Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why

    would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave."

    "Bonosus."

    "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting

    her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers
    while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you
    think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were
    indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?"

    "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you

    weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to
    why;”

    He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked.

    Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view.

    "Woof," she muttered to herself as she

    fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr?
    Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like
    that."

    "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at

    her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing
    to make use of me if you're not’

    "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a

    quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I
    asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to
    compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;”

    She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not

    surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were
    rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair.

    "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked,

    wondering for a moment.

    Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her

    tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old
    for you to want to fuck me?"

    "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen,"

    he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact."

    "Well, that is good to hear," she said,

    allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She
    seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these
    environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be
    unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed
    intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi’

    "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing,"

    Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't
    getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his
    potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow.

    "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing

    basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the
    water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing
    close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the
    bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you
    intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to
    conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred
    virgin who has broken her vows of chastity."

    "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took

    one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry
    her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh,
    allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you
    somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be
    heard, right?"

    Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you

    cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my
    activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and
    fuck me, like a common whore."

    "Probably all we have time for," he pointed

    out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and
    beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit
    and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass.

    "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at

    all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which
    she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only
    breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity
    to a lowly slave;”

    He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand

    found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was
    already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem
    fucking her.

    "You are feeling around; for my chastity,"

    she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered
    her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse
    to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the
    goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste
    cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;”

    She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then

    took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain
    rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her
    eyes glinting with excitement.

    "You may fuck me against the wall right there,

    slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front
    of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain
    rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any
    further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent
    forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall.

    Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass

    cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat
    before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then
    she was murmuring to herself.

    "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;”

    Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long,

    slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he
    violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands
    to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock
    pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting
    her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to
    believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen.

    "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere

    between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to
    grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her,
    committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome.

    The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome.

    Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot

    of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock
    glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt.

    "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped,

    waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do
    you want us to both be executed?"

    Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained

    from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into
    convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with
    glazed hazel eyes.

    "Make me cum," she panted, working herself

    against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace
    my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!"

    Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and

    contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm.
    His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle
    and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the
    linens hanging next to them.

    "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching

    in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!"

    Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths

    off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could
    into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She
    screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound
    magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud
    groan as he began to cum deep inside her.

    They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he

    filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his
    thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while
    removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments
    later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped
    out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to
    her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a
    virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss.

    Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women

    living here, that was probably to be expected.

    "This, slave," she whispered breathily,

    looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still
    oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred
    temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?"

    "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body

    to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and
    groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled
    your temple?"

    "Yes, but we need to get you out of here,"

    she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She
    knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her
    mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on
    another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was
    flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic.

    "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark

    mused to himself in English, smirking.

    "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking

    up at him as she tied the cord around his waist.

    "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count

    on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably
    not many people you wanna tell."

    "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I

    would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since
    I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not,
    because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety."

    "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him

    dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?"

    "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of

    this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a
    garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into
    the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid
    scrutiny."

    She led him through her apartment and opened the door to

    poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and
    pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a
    large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it
    open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell.

    He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by

    the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and
    passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture
    and then closing the door behind him.

    Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and

    sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up,
    straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look
    dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this
    floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the
    apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the
    door softly.

    The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The

    door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing
    one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies.

    "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia

    murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that
    you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on
    him."

    "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would

    be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her
    sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer.
    But for now;”

    She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall,

    tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips
    wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;”

    Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around

    sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped
    several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing
    heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and
    then went in search of Becky and Nanu.

    He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he

    followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away
    from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning
    against the entranceway while he just watched.

    In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing

    into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and
    moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one
    hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second.

    They strained against one another, backs arching and their

    behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both
    keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they
    squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked
    one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and
    settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they
    kissed lovingly.

    Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young

    attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped
    down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him
    lewdly.

    "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over

    to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to
    while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?"

    He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck.

    "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me
    next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a
    priestess;”

    Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time

    theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a
    menace."

    "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning

    and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's.
    "Admit it."

    "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred,

    loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock.
    "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't
    seen them for a decade now."

    "I'm all right with that," Mark answered,

    shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life.
    Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for
    'em."

    Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;”

    Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom.

    It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to

    have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile,
    and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the
    merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his
    bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and
    crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river
    in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields.

    Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the

    woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was
    depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest
    remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired
    of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her.

    Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the

    hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe
    some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools
    they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling
    their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the
    bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms
    were empty, due to death or abandonment.

    She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was

    using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little
    sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy
    in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved
    little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone.

    As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field

    at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them
    for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she
    remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her
    older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had
    loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to
    feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway.

    She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought

    angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she
    was going to be able to do?

    She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river

    dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by
    dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less
    important ships to move aside.

    Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably

    on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman
    friends.

    Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other

    than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread
    scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and
    crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons
    were especially aggressive.

    1 hr 12 min
  • The Time Riders: Part 3
    The Time Riders: Part 3
    What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism?

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



    Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit!

    Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in

    wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves
    surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined
    with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or
    binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across
    from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and
    observed them casually.

    "How; how can you have this all out on display?"

    Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this
    sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into
    it?"

    "That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said

    cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it."

    "Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your

    house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone
    and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age,
    for sure."

    "Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you

    through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the
    local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and
    owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality."

    "Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark

    asked, trying to understand.

    "No, it's the same place," Chester answered

    simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode,
    Twenty-First Century."

    Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit

    right there."

    "Only at first." Chester allowed.

    "I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky

    remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from
    further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?"

    "Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While

    I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn
    you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself
    to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it."

    "We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You

    were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire
    goods in the time stream?"

    He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but

    the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time
    travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt
    themselves or others."

    He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask

    yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it
    simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying
    to get laid?"

    He looked at Mark during this last question and the young

    man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in
    Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to
    think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary
    education facility."

    "Thanks." Mark muttered.

    "But, then he found his time machine, something called

    a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and
    convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking
    sex."

    "This story sounds worse every time I hear it."

    Mark complained.

    "Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling

    him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're
    adventuring the time stream together."

    "Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man,

    smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of
    course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very
    strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you
    will."

    "That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said.

    "Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester.

    "Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and
    taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer
    races."

    "Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky

    inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million
    years following the demise of the dinosaurs."

    "It's all very carefully regulated on remote

    islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the
    ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most
    part."

    "Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a

    kick." Mark mused, grinning.

    "You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride,"

    Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host
    tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon."

    "You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed.

    "We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's
    especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly
    accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they
    shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;”

    "I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning

    forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the
    Tunguska Incident?"

    "Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908,"

    Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating
    a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred
    miles around."

    "No, that's what you need to think," he

    corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an
    advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents
    could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there
    are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast,
    nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It
    wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional
    yield by your age's standards."

    "So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked.

    He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce.

    "Who would believe you?"

    "So how did you know that we were time travelers?"

    Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods.

    "Well, I heard snippets of your conversation,"

    Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your
    outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't
    possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be
    Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss
    Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman."

    "Well there's something I don't hear very often back

    home!" she giggled.

    "And you're both in strangely good health, with

    unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was
    relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience,
    so I sought to introduce myself."

    "I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself

    to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer
    to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?"

    "It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester.

    "The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to
    talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and
    you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them,
    probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and
    educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from
    getting weird."

    Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this

    device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer.
    "It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting
    too close to myself or something I've affected."

    "That was very generous of them," Chester said in

    a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly
    in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know
    what I mean."

    Chester’s Forest Farewell.

     The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest

    further back.

    They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping

    through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked
    at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought
    you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just
    outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can
    await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours.
    Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line."

    "You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned

    to look at him.

    "It might be that the events you will see unfold work

    better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not,
    I shall return. Enjoy yourselves."

    And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked

    around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he
    muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere
    and then just fuck off? Nice."

    "He’s not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided,

    sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is
    doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge
    already, something I doubt he does frequently."

    "Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait

    until we see something happen?"

    "No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did

    he?" Becky pointed out.

    "Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?"

    Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like

    there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you
    come over here and fuck me?"

    Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no

    instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and
    stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands
    between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling.

    "Now this is what time travel is all about," she

    purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the
    woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort
    of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?"

    "Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to

    unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the
    dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and
    some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and
    knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her
    glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill
    as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong
    panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for
    over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body.

    "Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she

    began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as
    herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against
    his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and
    kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over
    one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His
    hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan
    again.

    "Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this

    dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on
    my knees."

    She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at

    his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and
    she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark
    closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything
    about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to
    realize it.

    Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet

    mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him.
    She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how
    turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then
    slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering
    in delight at the sight of his glistening skin.

    Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she

    began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She
    hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand
    rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting
    motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was
    ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that
    wouldn't be a problem down the road.

    She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved

    back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated
    him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging
    her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he
    found so erotic.

    She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the

    time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her.
    There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current
    self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his
    current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She
    pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively.

    "I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;”

    she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his
    rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him,
    straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced
    down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept
    her prize just out of reach.

    "So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her

    before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them
    and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky
    shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether
    lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double
    over.

    "No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of

    herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving
    her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue.
    "Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;”

    Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was

    determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And
    he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to
    say.

    Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching

    and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt
    too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside
    her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where
    he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every
    nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and
    she was more than happy to oblige.

    She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out

    to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him
    to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of
    anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out,
    throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she
    accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them.

    Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and

    making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her.
    She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit
    throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again,
    probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily.

    "Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her

    sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;”

    He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and

    squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she
    cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't
    breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she
    collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt
    like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to
    keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed
    at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum.

    Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly,

    slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at
    him and smirk.

    "How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly.

    "You ready for the main event?"

    Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body,

    finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his
    throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down,
    making them both sigh in relief.

    "Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her,

    filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered."

    Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and

    gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played
    with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged
    the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving
    her a delicious stretch.

    "Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed

    as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I
    want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it."

    Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass.

    Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back
    passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he
    thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink
    knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body.

    Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on

    Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip,
    working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost
    out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her
    completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion
    of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few
    seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she
    felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as
    her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her
    lover, bathing his middle with her excitement.

    Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from

    her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed
    him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically,
    she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning
    for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control.

    She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing

    against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft,
    holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him
    groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was
    sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just
    reveling in the feel of him filling her ass.

    She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward,

    until she was r

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  • The Time Riders: Part 15
    The Time Riders: Part 15
    Modern Servitude Compared To Ancient.

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



    Mooredale Secondary.

    Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her

    students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was
    saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime
    Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their
    thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions.

    "Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt

    yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all
    snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't
    need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey.
    "People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be
    able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to
    answer this question?"

    Becky groaned inwardly when Gina Felton put her hand up. She

    gestured resignedly for the student to stand.

    "Light acts or can be measured as a particle or a wave

    depending on when and how you try to observe it," the smarmy student
    began. Becky, along with most of the students, just shut their eyes. The bell
    didn't ring soon enough for Becky's liking, but she needed to get these twerps
    out of here.

    "Don't forget, assignments on radiation due

    tomorrow!" she called after them while they all hurried out of the
    classroom. She wished she actually kept a bottle of whiskey in her desk drawer
    sometimes. Mark had avoided looking at her as he left, as if trying to dodge a
    velociraptor. Thank God she couldn't get out of eventually giving him a passing
    grade, because he definitely didn't deserve anything more than a Z-minus.

    "Another day with the peerless minds of the

    future?" she heard Kay drawl from the door. "Don't worry, babe, moron
    students have always been a thing. Do you know about a TV show called 'Welcome
    Back, Kotter'?"

    "Yeah, I used to watch reruns of it with my dad was I

    was little," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "These kids aren't funny
    enough to be Sweathogs, though."

    "Maybe, but you get through to the ones that

    count," the older woman said, strolling in and pulling a chair around to
    sit in backward, straddling the seat and resting her arms on the back.
    "They can't all be thick as shit, can they?"

    "Most of them are in your classes too, so you have the

    same info I do," muttered the blonde, removing her glasses and rubbing her
    temples. "They really took it out of me today, I can't wait to get back
    home so that Nanu can f’

    She pursed her mouth shut and stopped talking. She looked at

    Kay, who was smiling slyly.

    "I knew it," the teacher breathed, wagging

    a finger. "You do have something going on with Nanu, you're bi,
    Fischer."

    "Fine," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "It's

    preferable to having everyone thinking that I'm boffing Simmons in any
    event."

    "None of the gals would blame you," Kay said

    coyly, smirking. "Besides, if you're looking after that Nanu girl for the
    rest of her life, looking after you is the least she can do."

    "Gross, Kay," Becky said, frowning. "She

    didn't trade in being a slave to become a prostitute. I want her to
    thrive."

    "Just keep her from singing," laughed her

    co-worker. "Ya' gonna bring her out again to our next bitching fest?"

    "She'll want to go, as long as there's food and

    Zeppli," Becky said, standing now. She needed to get out of here. "We
    have a play date this Friday, actually, with my profs from university."

    "Oh, wow, you mean the Viking god and the zillionaire

    heiress you told us about?" Kay queried. "Lucky bitch. Can you take
    pics?"

    "Probably not the sort of visit one takes pics of, or

    at least doesn't share," Becky pointed out, gathering up her things from
    the desk. "It's going to blow Nanu away, I'm pretty sure."

    "Ya' wouldn't need to be Nanu the slave to be blown

    away, trust me," Kay pointed out. "In any event, don't forget the
    audit tomorrow. The suits are coming in to make sure we're teaching the right
    way and being inclusive about grades."

    "I am so fucked;” Becky grumbled, stuffing her

    cellphone in her purse.

    Home.

    "So what new and exciting things did you do today?"

    Becky asked as she sat Nanu down for dinner. They were trying meatloaf in gravy
    tonight, along with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. Nanu was almost
    drooling as she looked at the food.

    "I tried some of your toys out," Nanu said,

    waiting while Becky put butter on the carrots. "I got scared and quit
    after trying to use one of them."

    "Let me guess, the egg?" Becky mused,

    smirking. Nanu nodded. "I thought that one might freak you out. Don't
    worry, I'll show you how to use all of them safely, and then you'll love them.
    What else did you get up to?"

    "I followed your instructions about using the

    lapp-topp," Nanu continued, poking the mashed potatoes with her fork.
    It smelled good, but looked like lumpy white shit. How strange. But Mistress
    had them on her plate too, so Nanu was clearly missing something. "I
    looked at pictures of Kana-da, and of Rome, and of my home;”

    "Rome probably doesn't look anything like you

    remember it," Becky said, sitting down finally and pouring wine for
    each of them. It was actually Falernian wine she'd brought back with Mark from
    their initial visit to Imperial Rome, where they'd first met Nanu. She intended
    to bring a bottle or two along for the playdate on Friday.

    Nanu nodded. "It is all ruins. The mighty Romans

    have fallen. They were not as strong as they thought. Who destroyed them,
    Mistress?"

    Becky shrugged as she began to eat. She had made sure Nanu

    could use her cutlery properly, and Nanu watched her for cues about how to
    proceed. "It was a slow decline, my love, over a few hundred years. But
    there were nomadic tribes called Huns who began the fall, and then the people
    of Germania finished it, the tribes you call Goths."

    Nanu made a face. "The tall, smelly straw-heads?

    They made Rome fall? Where are they today?"

    Becky didn't know quite how to answer that question. Did she

    talk about Germany and the Third Reich? Would that make sense to Nanu? Or the
    fact that they were the industrial engine of Europe?

    She almost laughed at the thought of trying to explain

    'goth' subculture to Nanu.

    "What is this called, Mistress?" Nanu

    asked, masticating on a mouthful of food. She tapped with the fork at the
    steaming brown mass on her plate. "It's very good, if hot."

    "Meatloaf," Becky replied. "It's the

    ground-up meat of a cow and pig, held together with oats and egg, that baked in
    my oven. It's like a meat cake covered in gravy."

    "Gray-vee;” Nanu said, looking at the sauce curiously.

    It occurred to Becky that Nanu had no analogue for gravy in her own era, and
    Becky had no damn idea when gravy had been invented. She'd just ask two people
    she was certain would know when she saw them on Friday. She swore those two
    knew everything.

    "I like everyone we have met so far, Mistress,"

    Nanu said, resuming eating. "Even Steve, after he let me try his fire
    chicken. That hurt so bad overnight, Mistress."

    "I know, baby, and he won't do it again,"

    Becky assured her. "The next time you eat hot wings, it'll be because
    you like them and want to. He's probably just glad to know he's not on your
    grudge list."

    Nanu nodded. "I had an invideo list when I lived in

    Rome."

    "That doesn't surprise me," Becky chuckled.

    "You wrote down the names of people who pissed you off so that you take
    revenge one day?"

    "Well, no," Nanu admitted, blushing a

    little. "I was a slave, I didn't have a stylus or any parchment or things
    to write on. When I was mad at someone, or they hurt me and I was crying, I'd
    lie in my straw and I'd close my eyes and whisper their name into my palm to
    help me remember it."

    "Did that work?"

    "No, I usually forgot," the Egyptian girl

    grumbled. "My memory is shit."

    "I'm sorry," Becky said, snickering and

    trying to control herself. "I promise you, my love, I'm not laughing at
    you. You just have a funny way of saying things."

    Nanu sniffed indignantly and continued eating her food. At

    least food understood her and didn't mock her.

    Except for the burning chicken. She'd be whispering into her

    palm about it that night, for sure.

    Friday morning, finally.

    "Should I be nervous, Mistress?" Nanu asked

    while Becky was setting out her clothes, humming to herself. Nanu still didn't
    have the hang of coordinating her outfits, and left to her own judgement, she
    usually ended up looking like a crazy homeless person. Ergo, Becky was in
    charge of dressing her for when they went out.

    "Even I'm a little nervous, but I always am when I

    see my profs," the blonde told her, smiling. "It's been about
    three years since I last got together with them, we met up at a certain club.
    But I'm also feeling excited. I always have the time of my life when I'm with
    them."

    "You're the only person I know of who's ever felt

    that way about their teachers, then," Nanu said, sitting naked on the
    bed and watching. "Except for maybe M-ark, but he gets to fuck you."

    "Just wait until you meet my teachers, then,"

    Becky replied, smiling slyly as she held up a shirt for Nanu to wear.

    Fifteen minutes later.

    "This is not the same direction we went to meet your

    other friends," Nanu observed, looking out the window as they drove.
    There were fewer of the giant buildings, the so-called 'sky-scrapers', and many
    of the domiciles were larger, more ornate, with larger spans of grass than at
    other houses she'd seen. "Do wealthy farmers live in these places?"

    Becky snickered. Since the area they were driving through

    was not overly urban, with buildings heaped on top of buildings, Nanu thought
    they were visiting a rural area. Affluent suburbs like this must have felt
    strange. "No, wealthy people live in places like this, but they're not
    farmers. These are like the villas of wealthy Romans, I guess, like the
    Flavians. They're politicians, lawyers, merchants;”

    "Do your teachers live here?" Nanu asked.

    "No, not quite," Becky said, still driving

    and wondering what Nanu would think when they reached their destination. "It's
    hard to describe, just wait and see."

    They continued driving until they turned onto the Bridle

    Path, and Nanu was gazing in wonder at all the endless trees that concealed the
    neighborhood from public view. They began passing houses, all of which were
    affluent, of course, but weren't much more impressive than the ones they'd
    passed to get here.

    Then they began reaching the oldest estates, and Nanu's eyes

    grew wide. The lots grew in size, and sometimes she almost couldn't see the
    houses. Endless grass and trees, and the houses Nanu could see were huge.

    Becky was feeling a tingle of excitement as she turned up a

    long, winding driveway, lined with trees. Some carefully arranged rocks at the
    entrance had the letters of a word carved into them, but Nanu only caught a
    glimpse of it as they turned.

    BLACKWELL

    "Was that word in the big letters a name, Mistress?"

    she asked.

    Becky nodded. She hadn't been here for some years. "The

    family name is Blackwell. This place is over a hundred years old."

    "Black; weh;” Nanu said slowly.

    Nanu was staring at all the trees and the extensive lawn

    with its topiary when Becky got her attention. "Here we are, darling."

    Nanu's eyes widened when she saw what they were approaching.

    The long, massive building was made of gleaming white stone, stretching a long
    way in either direction. A great fountain in the middle of the black road
    greeted them, and they circled around it to stop in front of the place.

    "I no longer think you are wealthy, Mistress,"

    Nanu murmured, gaping out her window as Becky turned off her car, sitting still
    for several seconds and staring at the steering wheel.

    The blonde took a breath. "Okay; I'm ready;”

    "Quid est?" Nanu asked. Mistress had been

    speaking her dreadful En-gush.

    "Sorry, honey," Becky said, squeezing

    Nanu's hand. "I was just getting myself ready;”

    She got out of the car while Nanu tried to unbuckle herself.

    Becky came around and opened her door, letting Nanu out before they turned and
    walked up the short flight of marble stairs to the big white doors. Someone was
    already waiting for them, a serious-looking woman in grey clothes.

    "Is that one of your teachers?" Nanu asked

    quietly as she held Becky's hand. "She looks like a teacher."

    "Miss Fischer, welcome," the woman said, smiling

    and nodding her head. "I am Tatyana, seneschal for Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne."

    "Thank you, Tatyana," Becky said, coming up the

    stairs. "Please, call me Becky, and this is Nanu."

    "Hello, Nanu," Tatyana said, smiling.

    "Hi," Nanu said, remembering how to greet someone

    and holding up her hand to wave.

    "Nanu doesn't speak English, we communicate in

    Latin," Becky explained. Nanu figured her Mistress was telling the stern
    woman how she didn't speak En-gush, so she just listened quietly.

    "Then you will need to be my translator, since I

    confess that aside from English, I only speak Russian, and no Latin,"
    Tatyana replied, gesturing for them to enter and then following. They stopped
    in the grand foyer, and Nanu was Uhking around, her jaw almost on the floor.

    "I'm sorry if we're early, I didn't want to compete

    with traffic," Becky confessed, handing the seneschal a bag in which she
    was carrying two bottles. "And I've always been terrified of being late
    where the profs are concerned, so better to be early. I brought some wine I
    thought they might enjoy."

    Tatyana nodded. "They are in a virtual conference call

    at the moment. I have standing orders to make you both as comfortable as
    possible until they greet you. Let me call the staff, and we'll get
    started."

    Nanu watched as the stern woman brought her wrist up to her

    face and spoke quietly into some device wrapped around it. She then put her
    wrist down and waited patiently. Nanu was still looking all around, as if her
    head was on a swivel. The ceilings were so very tall! Everything was white,
    with gilding. The giant staircase at the back of the entrance hall was flanked
    by two huge suits of armour, each of them holding a menacing weapon. Nanu
    resisted the urge to hide behind her Mistress.

    What kind of teachers were these?

    Soon, she heard people approaching, and then they were

    assembling behind Tatyana. When they'd all fallen into place, Tatyana began
    introductions.

    "Right, as you lot might have heard, Mr. and Mrs.

    DeBourne have some special guests today. "I would like to introduce Ms.
    Rebecca Fischer, and her friend, Nanu."

    "Welcome," they all said in unison, nodding,

    except for two women in strange black dresses trimmed in white, who did a
    graceful little bow that also bent their knees.

    "Miss Fischer, I'll let my people introduce

    themselves," Tatyana said, gesturing to the staff. Becky stepped forward,
    bringing Nanu with her, and she started at one end of the line.

    "My name's Dave, senior landscaper," the gruff

    looking man said, shaking Becky's hand. He was positively ancient by Nanu's
    assessment, bald on top with greyish hair on the sides of his head and his
    moustache and beard. He looked rugged and tough for a grandfather.

    Next up, she greeted a young and handsome black man. "I

    am Yolatunde, but please, call me Tunde," he said, shaking her hand.
    "I am the junior landscaper."

    "Please call me Becky," the blonde said, smiling.

    She felt Nanu tugging on her arm and looked down at her.

    "They have a Nubian slave?" the Egyptian

    girl asked, hardly able to keep the wonder out of her voice.

    Becky chose to not try and address this issue right now, and

    would simply have to see to it before Nanu said anything awkward. The woman she
    now stood in front of was tall, rangy and strongly built. She had her dirty
    blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her denim overalls did little
    to hide her curves or her large bust. Her hazel eyes reflected her good-natured
    smirk. "Andrea, mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate."

    "Can I call you if I ever need my plumbing

    flushed?" Becky asked as she shook Andrea's hand, feeling something pass
    between them. Andrea laughed heartily. Yes, this girl would be fun indeed. Nanu
    seemed in awe of how imposing this woman's build was, not unlike a gladiatrix
    from Rome, but taller.

    "Glenda, estate chauffeuse," said another woman,

    smartly dressed in a grey outfit and wearing an odd little cap Nanu couldn't
    quite figure out. "If you need to go anywhere while you're staying with
    us, don't even think of driving yourself, I'll take care of it. It's how
    the bosses would want it."

    "Don't I know it," Becky laughed, moving down the

    line. She shook hands with Marie, a slight, frizzy-haired woman in glasses who
    was the botanist and gardener for the estate. She had a French accent, and
    Becky was relieved she'd kept up with her French, not only because she was
    afraid the profs would quiz her.

    "Hey, I'm Ari," said a smartly dressed young man

    with dark hair and eyes and tan features. He was handsome, for sure, but he
    gave off a gay vibe. "Cybersecurity for the estate. You won't mind if I
    lock your phone down while you're here, will you? For your own protection as
    much as anything. It's a good idea to be behind our firewall."

    "Do what you need to do, Ari, I know it's what the

    profs would want," Becky said, readily handing over her phone to him. Next
    in line was a sturdy woman wearing an apron and looking like she'd just come
    from the kitchen.

    "Theresa," she said pleasantly. "Estate chef

    and sommelier. The pleasure is mine, and just let me know what your culinary
    preferences are."

    "I'm willing to bet you're going to be Nanu's new

    favorite person," Becky replied, smirking down at Nanu, who heard her name
    but had no idea what was going on. She'd just have to wait for her Mistress to
    tell her.

    "Hi, I'm Trilby, senior housekeeper," said one of the

    women in the black dresses. She had light brown hair and was wearing strange
    things over her eyes. They reminded Nanu of the 'glasses' her Mistress
    sometimes wore, but these obscured the woman's eyes from view. "If you're
    staying' over, I'll be seeing to your sleeping arrangements."

    "Well, I doubt we are this time, but if that changes,

    you'll be the first to know," Becky said readily. She hadn't been to
    Blackwell Manor in some years, so the idea appealed to her.

    Lastly, they greeted an enthusiastic young woman, in another

    black outfit, but it was markedly different from the one the taller girl wore.
    This outfit was short and tight, and Nanu ended up staring right at the girl's
    big tits, which were in her face. Her legs were also visible, and if she moved
    just right, Nanu was sure she could see her undergarments.

    "Hi, I'm Valentina, junior housekeeper, but just call

    me Val," the girl chirped, smiling brightly. Her dark brown hair was worn
    in a bob, and her brown eyes radiated cheerfulness. Nanu wasn't certain but she
    also looked like she might have cat ears on top of her head. What was this
    creature?

    "Just call me Becky, please, I'm only Miss Fischer when

    I'

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    will never see tomorrow's sunrise or yesterday's night.

    Caught In the Middle

    My clothing melted away as I slowly made my way to the bed.

    On the far side, Mercy reclined with some degree of expectation and happiness
    on her face. Her hands were cuffed over her head and her thighs showed some
    degree of vaginal stimulation by Rio. Last night Rio had taken it slow and
    gentle with her. Tonight, I imagined that Rio was going to tear a chunk off, so
    to speak.

    On the closer side of the bed rested Brandi (on the

    outside), Opal, Paige and Barbie Lynn. Barbie Lynn was pretending to be
    disinterested, throwing a yawn into the act; Paige's eyes were riveted on me;
    Opal acted as if she was smitten with me as well; and Brandi knew something was
    going on but wasn't sure what it was. Poor Paige was about to be ambushed.

    "Hey, my petit

    Принцесса," I
    simmered at Paige as I crawled up the bed toward her. It was clear she wanted
    to be center stage tonight, but she kept dragging along her body issues she'd
    felt thrust upon her years ago. A woman doesn't have to be busting out of a
    D-cup, have an hourglass shape, or the face of a Victoria's Secret model to
    pull a man's eye in for a feast.

    I got to Paige's ankles and the confidence of her smile

    shown through. She pulled her legs up and prepared to slip off her panties.

    "No you don't," I cautioned her as I grabbed her

    ankles and pulled her down toward me.

    "What did you call her?" Brandi chimed in.

    "I'm pretty sure that means 'Princess' in

    Russian," I replied in a husky voice, my eyes still soaking up Paige's
    beauty. "I once saw a Swedish art house film translated over to Russian in
    a Bangkok theater."

    "That's freaky-weird," Mercy remarked, running her

    fingers along her collar. "You can recall a word from a film in a language
    you don't even understand."

    "It had to do with a woman," Barbie Lynn grinned

    at Mercy before turning to me. "He's like that, and I love him for
    it." Paige looked from Mercy to Barbie Lynn to me, and that was her
    mistake.

    "Hey!" Paige squawked as Barbie Lynn and Opal

    grabbed her wrists and forearms, maneuvering them over her head.

    She struggled with Barbie Lynn and Opal but they were far

    more athletic than she was. I settled in between her legs and began kissing the
    insides of her upper thighs.

    "No," Paige began moaning as Barbie Lynn and Opal

    began sucking on her breasts through her sheer bra.

    Rio came striding into the room still stark naked but now

    carrying a large bowl of Neapolitan ice cream covered in chocolate syrup and a
    cherry. She rounded the bed and stutter-stepped.

    "Crap," she muttered. "Take this," Rio

    put the bowl on Mercy's quivering stomach, "I've got to get something for
    my Spank-o-matic." Spank-o-matic was her pet name for Barbie Lynn.

    Opal moved her lips up Paige's chest to her throat. Barbie

    Lynn, on the other side, jumped past Opal by going straight from the nipple to
    the ear. Since Opal was on her side, Brandi was able to straddle her and lean
    over to Paige's chest. She rolled up Paige's bra, temporarily pinching those
    pale pink nipples.

    "Iiieee!" Paige jolted. "Watch, her protests

    were buried by Opal's lips clamping down on Paige's and their tongues starting
    to play tag. Brandi continued her attack on Paige by popping her mouth over the
    breast closest to Barbie Lynn and swirling the nipple with her tongue, Opal had
    been doing a good job showing Brandi how to share pleasure.

    "Good God!" Brandi exalted. "This one tastes

    like cherries." Paige stifled a sob as Brandi went down for a second
    taste. I imagine Paige wanted me to discover this inventive little twist. I
    began rubbing her panties with my nose and kissing her panty covered cunt. I
    rolled my lips back and forth over her cunt.

    "Why are you doing this to me?" Paige whimpered

    once she broke her lips free from Opal's embrace.

    "Honey, do you think none of us noticed how much you

    make Zane smile?" Barbie Lynn drawled.

    "It isn't like he'd tell us what turned him on about

    you, Paige, so Barbie and I decided to find out for ourselves," Opal
    added.

    "Zane?" Paige begged for understanding.

    "I had no part of this, but once I saw Opal and Barbie

    Lynn closing in for the kill, I decided to play along because, quite frankly,
    you are so tasty," I confessed.

    "Brandi, please, I can't think straight with you

    nipping at my breasts like that," Paige pleaded.

    "Umm," Brandi mumbled before releasing her suction

    on Paige's breast. "Tell me what flavor the other one is. Is it cherry
    too?" Never more than an inch away, Brandi fell back to Paige's pale but
    painfully aroused nipple.

    "No," Paige wailed. "I want Zane to find out,

    ah, strawberry," she finally gasped out.

    "Let me sample it first, Brandi," I requested.

    Brandi shot me a peek down past her naked breast and gave me a wink. Barbie Lynn
    took advantage of Paige's distress, kissing her deeply and passionately.

    "Honey," Barbie panted to Paige, "is there

    anywhere else you want to be?"

    "I, no," Paige managed to get out. Opal tilted

    Paige's head toward her and took in a full kiss.

    "You are so eminently fuckable," Opal purred.

    Before Paige could respond, Barbie Lynn drew Paige back in. Within seconds,
    Paige was working in a three-way tug-of-passion with Opal and Barbie Lynn
    tongues.

    Brandi was letting her tongue wander from Paige's right

    nipple down to her belly and below until we kissed. Before and after that we
    worked down her panties until I finally cast them aside. I did a push up,
    Brandi wiggled underneath me, pressing her delicious tush against my raging
    rod, and I switched positions to where Brandi had been.

    Her left nipple really did taste like strawberries. I

    figured she'd used strawberry jam in a light enough glaze that its sugary
    redness was perfectly camouflaged by the pale pink of her areolas, freaking
    clever girl. Paige tilted her head away from her playmates long enough to see
    if I was the participant in question and if I enjoyed the experience.

    "Umm, damn clever," I murmured. "I've never

    thought of doing that before." Her eyes positively flared triumphantly at
    the news.

    "Well," Paige gasped, "you have only a,

    mediocre, intellect," she finished purring because Opal and Barbie Lynn's
    fingers and lips were driving her to distraction.

    "I still don't understand." Paige struggled for a

    breath between amorous attentions.

    "You pretty, pretty girl," Opal soothed

    seductively. "You are the most beautiful creature here tonight. Tomorrow
    morning the contest goes on, but tonight you are the Grand Prize winner,
    mainly, you've won us," she indicated herself, Barbie Lynn and Brandi.

    For other girls, they had often been called beautiful,

    pretty, and had reason to believe they were the hottest woman in the room. That
    had never been Paige; she had pride and pride to spare but that had always been
    based on her smarts. Her smarts were how she had ensnared me and while she knew
    I saw her as a beautiful creature, she largely believed I was alone in that
    assessment, until now.

    The borderline panic that had been residing inside Paige

    evaporated as all that energy turned into boiling sexual expression. It wasn't
    until Brandi was sucking deeply on her cunt that Paige realized I'd withdrawn
    to the foot of the bed.

    "Zane?" she panted as she raised her head once

    more and looked for me.

    "Paige, trust me; you are doing fantastic without me.

    Besides, we have most of the night. Once they have had all they can take from
    you, you are all mine," I grinned wickedly. She lowered her head back
    slowly and let Barbie Lynn and Opal hold her down and dominate her affections.

    "Mercy, wouldn't it be nice if some hottie wanted you

    as much as those bitches want Paige?" Rio teased her playmate.

    Mercy's immediate reaction was drowned out by her shudder as

    Rio dolloped a spoon full of ice cream onto her breast just above the nipple.
    The 'near miss' was torture enough for the girl.

    "Yes, one does," shivered Mercy.

    "Have you been letting someone else sample your goodies

    which are rightfully mine?" Rio quizzed her as she lapped up the ice cream
    as it melted toward Mercy's neck.

    "No," Mercy squeaked. "The only hottie in my

    life is you."

    "Wait; did I give you permission to speak?" Rio

    changed the direction of her attack.

    "Yes," Mercy gulped, "I mean, you asked me a

    question." Rio shimmied up until she was resting her crotch on Mercy's
    hips. She then took Mercy's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
    twisting them and pulling them up painfully.

    "That definitely sounded like you were being a

    smart-ass," Rio declared authoritatively. "Were you being a
    smart-ass, my cum-bunny?"

    "Eeep!" Mercy squealed from the pain. "Which answer

    do you want to hear?"

    Rio's eyes grew wide. She rolled her body forward until they

    were breast to breast and chin to chin.

    "Oh, yes, you are being a clever little wench. No

    matter what I say, you are going to say the opposite because you want me to take
    ownership of your lush, big-titties body, don't you?" Rio teased.

    "Yes?" Mercy hesitantly guessed.

    "Sorry, but you can't piss me off tonight, you annoying

    cunt," Rio taunted. Of course, 'annoy' was Rio and Mercy's key word for
    loving one another. "I've already got something horrible planned for this
    evening and you aren't going to distract me." Mercy noticeably perked up
    at that announcement. "I promise this is going to tear you up inside and
    out too," Rio gloated.

    Rio dismounted Mercy and scampered to her personal toy

    drawer. She gathered up several preselected goods and strode confidently back
    to Mercy's side.

    "Zane, I could use a hand," she called out as her

    goods spilled out of her hands. Mercy looked on attentively but didn't risk
    Rio's wrath by speaking.

    "Sure, what do you need?" I inquired as I crawled

    over carefully so as not to disturb the ladies on my side of the bed. Rio lubed
    up a slender steel vibrator.

    "Here, hold this (a vibrator) in place," Rio

    directed me to press the device's point against Mercy's clit with the trigger
    on her belly. I did it and was curious to figure out what Rio had planned.

    Rio presented her 'normal' strap-on, grinned at me, then

    started rubbing it on Mercy. I had to smile at her imagination but I had a
    feeling Mercy hadn't totally clued in yet to what the plan was. Rio began
    pouring lubricant over the artificial cock, the other vibrator, and then over a
    small series of anal beads, anal beads? When did I get anal beads?

    "AK!" Mercy gasped as the first bead was pushed in.

    "What was that?"

    "Shut up, Ass-angel," Rio smirked, "only a

    few more to go, so suck it up and be my bitch." As this new form of sexual
    expression was going on before me, a thought occurred.

    "Rio, you borrowed my credit card and car, didn't

    you?" I whispered.

    Rio's response was a maniacal grin. Mercy on the other hand,

    "Zane, I'm sorry," then Rio slapped Mercy's thigh,

    "Ow! She said she had your, Ouch!, permission."

    "I'm cool with it, Mercy, but Rio's license was

    suspended so next time you need to do the driving," I consoled the girl.

    Rio was too happy with herself to become overly upset with

    our little conversation. As if she was trying to prove how crazy/inventive she
    could be, Rio began putting the strap-on on, Mercy. Even as she fitted it
    snugly in place the realization was coming over Mercy. She desperately wanted
    to ask Rio something but was too torn up by Rio's glee to ruin the moment.

    Rio stroked Mercy's artificial cock a few times to make sure

    it was totally lubricated.

    "Okay," Rio cooed to Mercy as she mounted her

    stomach, "I'm going to make this easy on you because you are annoyingly
    child-like. When I rub your breasts," Rio let her hands settle and caress
    Mercy's tits, "it means I want you to pump me slow and easy."

    "When I pull your delicious nipples like this,"

    Rio yanked and Mercy bucked up and grunted in pain, "I want you to hammer
    me as hard as you can. Does any part of my instructions confuse your little
    mind?" Mercy shook her head, indicating her understanding, but a definite
    sense of joy was coming over her countenance. She knew how good being
    penetrated felt and Rio trusted her to return the favor.

    Only when Rio's hip rotations rubbed the dildo into Rio's

    cunt did Mercy protest.

    "Rio, that's your, your cunt?" Mercy pleaded

    softly. Remaining incredibly unpredictable, Rio leaned down to Mercy's face and
    kissed her with tenderness.

    "Mercy-babe, I haven't been a virgin for some time.

    Stupid shit-long ago-let's not talk about it right now," Rio whispered.

    "Rio, I lo, I've never found anyone more annoying than

    you," Mercy breathed back. "I never thought I would."

    "That's your problem," Rio laughed quietly.

    "It is my job to do all the thinking while you look all hot, sweaty, and
    sexy. Am I going to have to hammer your tight asshole to make my point clear?"

    "Please?" Mercy perked up. Rio responded with some

    serious tongue-on-tongue play accompanied by intense mammary stimulation before
    speaking.

    "Maybe," Rio teased, "but someone has to get

    my rocks off before I contemplate anything else, so get to it."

    Rio began a series of rotations and presses to work the

    strap-on further into her cunt. After a few motions, Mercy fell into a
    sympathetic rhythm and was rocking up when Rio stopped, making Rio's ride one
    continuous penetration. Rio kept an intense eye-lock with Mercy as she took the
    plastic cock. She playfully tugged at her own lower lip as her breathing picked
    up a pace.

    "I think you've been fucking dozens of other sluts

    behind my back," Rio expressed deeply. "So have you been jumping some
    poor girl in the showers? Do you press them up against the wall and tear up
    those untouched cunts, or do you bend them over facing the wall and bugger
    those virgin assholes? "

    "No, no, I haven't," Mercy whimpered.

    "But you've wanted to," Rio teased her through

    increasingly hearty pants.

    "No, Mercy gulped.

    "So, you've never wanted to bend me over a sofa out

    there and make me squeal with pleasure?" Rio persisted in a mysterious
    tone.

    Mercy squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.

    "So if I ordered you to surprise me some night, jump

    me, bend me over and stir me up inside like only a wanton fuck-bunny could, you
    wouldn't do what I commanded, my Whore?" Rio taunted.

    "No," Mercy replied desperately as she looked upon

    Rio's face once more, "I would do that for you."

    "Do you know why?" Rio whispered. Mercy had no

    thoughts she could articulate. "You'll do it because you are Mine, I own
    you and you will do whatever is necessary to make me happy. You are going to
    tell me every dark little secret you hide in the horniest, sexiest part of your
    mind; every fantasy you have, every thought that makes you wet, and I'm going
    to make you live them out. You won't try to hide any from me because you know
    that if you lie, when I figure them out eventually, and I will figure them all
    out, I'm simply going to fulfill them with some other hottie I pick up instead
    of you. Is that what you want?"

    "No," Mercy whispered.

    "So every kinky, freaked-out, sexy over-the-top thing

    you want to do, you are going to tell me about, even though you know I'm going
    to force you to do it?" Rio scolded.

    "Yes," Mercy continued quietly.

    "If you don't tell me or you refuse to do what I say,

    I'm going to start selling you to motorcycle gangs and frat parties and find
    someone I can trust instead. All you can do is obey because I have total
    control over you, and if you don't you know how crazy I can be; clear enough
    for you, Butt-Slut?" Rio closed the trap.

    "I'll do whatever you want," Mercy responded;

    liberated by Rio from any guilt she might have. Now she could still be the Good
    Girl, only now she was one forced to do bad things against her will. Rio would
    soak up all the 'badness' in their relationship, be the one she could blame,
    and Mercy found that overwhelmingly, annoying. It was enough to make Mercy want
    to annoy Rio for years and years to come.

    "Good girl," Rio stroked her cheek. "Enough

    talking; shut the fuck up and start pounding this cunt until I squirt and
    scream." Mercy was a moment too slow so Rio began working over her nipples
    energetically and painfully. It got the desired effect; Mercy propelled her
    hips up so forcefully Rio rose over an inch off the dildo.

    "Wow, better than a whole year of horse-riding

    lessons," Rio giggled. "Oh, before I forget, I have one more treat
    for my personal prostitute." She reached down to the top of the vibrator
    and cut it on to the medium setting, shooting a jolt straight to Mercy's clit.

    "Oh, God!" Mercy gasped.

    "You are so annoying I had to think of something

    special just for you, Butter-cunt. I bet those vibrations feel great against
    that juicy clit of yours," Rio teased, and Mercy nodded vigorously in
    response. I had to consider that it wasn't two weeks ago that fundamentalist
    Mercy had been weeping on top of me, crying that her life was over because I
    had gently masturbated her once. Now she was working out 1,001 Nights of
    Pleasure with one of the greatest perverts I knew, who says you never see
    miracles anymore?

    As turned my attention back to Paige's prize, I noted a

    small black wooden paddle Rio must have tossed Barbie Lynn's way right behind
    her rump. Feeling inspired, I rolled back to Mercy and Rio, reached around to
    retrieve the lube, and began slinking up on Barbie from behind. Barbie Lynn was
    totally drawn into the play around Paige so ignored me.

    Opal and Barbie Lynn were orchestrating sensitive excitement

    from the top of Paige's pale haired head to the flat plain that flowed from her
    ribs down past her hips. Barbie Lynn had told me she was familiar with other
    female students before she met me. I would have bet that Opal had experimented
    a time or two. That the two of them could make such compassionate love to Paige
    was a surprising marvel to me.

    Paige's normally translucent flesh was blushed red with

    blood at every point her top two lovers had tantalized with all their kisses
    and licks. I was sure that if Paige could have found her voice, she would have
    been singing out to the Heavens with joy. The cause of her physical incapacity
    was Brandi, who was experimenting on her own style of cunt-licking.

    I studied Brandi for a minute before I knew what her

    technique was. She'd flit her tongue back and forth like a tiny motorboat for
    several seconds then switch to a slow probing action for twice as long before
    returning to the rapid-fire motion. The result was that Paige would amp up but
    before she could spike, Brandi would let her cool down before driving her to
    even greater heights closer to climax once more.

    I guess I can be a bit of a bastard. The girls were going

    along so wonderfully yet I still felt I had to indulge in my swelling need. I
    settled on my knees behind Barbie Lynn and brushed the paddle across that
    so-perfect ass. She taunted me with that ass, pushing back toward me,
    increasing its vulnerability, but kept her primary attention on Paige. I
    repeat: Barbie Lynn is beyond awesome.

    I reached back and paddled her once. Barbie Lynn took a deep

    breath but didn't relent. The second spank was h

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  • Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 16
    Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 16
    Too Many Hot Asses On Campus

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    If you make one person happy, you save the World.
    Make a million people happy and you become a politician       

    "Wait," Vivian waved her hands sideways,

    "Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an
    exaggeration."

    "Did I come at a bad time?" Barbie Lynn spoke up.

    She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with
    one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would
    be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was
    currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my
    room, with me.

    "Come on in," I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed

    over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.

    "Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room

    tonight!" Vivian laid down the law.

    "Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club

    hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me,
    not Zane," Barbie Lynn growled.

    "Don't worry, Babe," I soothed Barbie, "I'm

    working on a solution right now."

    "Zane, slap this skank" (referring to Vivian), Rio

    snarled. "She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk
    ass."

    "Vivian is only doing her job," I addressed Rio.

    "I'm not going to hold that against her."

    "Zane, is this another one?" Raven inquired about

    Vivian's sexual status with me.

    "No. She's my official guardian, and as soon as I kick

    her ass, she's going to sleep on one of the main room's sofas for a
    month," I explained.

    "No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this

    floor except you, me and the dorm mother," Vivian countered.

    Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal,

    and Cappadocia.

    "I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you

    change here. Coach, can you referee the match?" I tried to bring some
    order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to
    strip before I got my own clothes.

    "Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too

    many freshmen girls out there," Vivian conceded.

    "You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane's

    bedroom or cover the entire floor," Dana stated.

    "I leave that to Vivian," I allowed. Vivian chose

    the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered, the
    students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we
    were good enough to not smack a civilian.

    "Good job, Vivian," Dana congratulated her senior

    student. "Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage.

    "Any advice for me?" I asked.

    "Yes. Don't get that pretty face beaten up," she

    smiled snidely at me.

    "That will teach Zane to take your side on

    anything," Rio sneered.

    "I'm not on your faction's side, Rio," Dana

    confirmed, "but it doesn't mean Zane and I aren't friends."

    "I'm fine," I assured Rio. "Tell us when,

    Coach." Dana looked Vivian and I over.

    "Go!" she snapped.

    Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly

    gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in
    play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that
    advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair.
    Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.

    She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest

    sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded
    under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the
    ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive
    her back but Vivian's technique was too close to perfect for me to beat
    through.

    Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy

    some room, then started maneuvering again.

    "She's a righty," Valerie told me. That meant she

    was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right,
    covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger
    in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks
    on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.

    Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick

    and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass,
    back to a chair.

    "Five-minute break," I offered. Vivian blinked but

    took the hand I offered to help her stand up. "Drink," I motioned to the
    juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.

    "Be careful, Vivian; he's trying to get inside your

    head, convince you he's not such a bad guy," Dana counseled her female
    student.

    "No kind words for me?" I joked.

    "I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only

    reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship
    than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian," Dana winked at me.

    I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade,

    both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.

    "Next time I'll pin you," she told me while

    looking away.

    "We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn't be

    fighting," I responded.

    "The difference is that I am right," she said as

    we made eye to eye contact.

    "FFU doesn't teach you to be second best," I

    nodded, which brought a smile to her face.

    "Thirty seconds," Iona warned us. We picked spots

    ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.

    Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian

    went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables,
    and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her
    foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of
    observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into
    her.

    By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I

    was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn't approve of my move. We crashed together;
    she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the
    sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a
    knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.

    "You've done a good job, Coach Gorman," Valerie

    lauded Dana on Vivian's performance.

    "She's either three or four on the team," Dana

    informed the group. "It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with
    Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first."

    "You have some weird damn names at this school,"

    Valerie commented.

    "This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of

    Valkyrie?" Dana teased. "Of course, I'm also still trying to figure
    out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time
    of day to Paige here."

    "Hey!" Paige squawked. "Zane thinks I am very

    good at sex, I'll have you know."

    "Trouble," Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me

    out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I'd have
    kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp
    to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach
    came into play; Vivian couldn't fall back fast enough and I put my heel into
    her hip.

    I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I

    rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto
    the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I
    locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.

    "Do you give?" I asked softly. I had her pinned

    and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.

    "No," she hissed. I could sense people gathering

    around.

    "Time for another five-minute break?" I inquired a

    little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.

    "Fine," she grumbled, "five minutes." I

    rolled off and offered her a hand.

    Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand.

    She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She
    shook and headed back to the closest bar.

    "Zane?" at least five different girls asked me at

    once. I wasn't sure why I'd let Vivian up either.

    "Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use

    my strap-on on your ass," Rio growled.

    "I'm going to go home and start researching the most

    painful applications of acupuncture possible," Paige enlightened us all.

    "I'll take care of your hurts," Barbie Lynn

    sympathized.

    "You are such a slut," growled Rio.

    "No," Opal interceded. "I think that Brandi,

    Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you
    bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn."

    "How many of you am I going to have to fight off?"

    Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for
    once.

    "There is me," Iona chirped, "and wait until

    Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she's going to look
    forward to dismembering someone," she added with a pleasant sincerity.
    Vivian looked to me skeptically.

    "It is entirely my fault," I confessed with

    upraised hands, "I should learn to say 'no' from time to time. I keep
    leading these fine young ladies on."

    "Do you see why you need to win now?" Dana asked

    Vivian, who looked uncertain. "You are Zane's only hope of surviving the
    school year. You are a lifesaver."

    "Oh, okay; let's get back to it then," Vivian

    sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we
    attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian
    thought the same thing.

    In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows

    into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my
    left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled,
    first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and
    regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.

    Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself.

    Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and
    blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and
    stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended
    up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my
    shoulder with her left.

    I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised

    to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block
    wouldn't be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked
    her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms
    but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she
    attempted to break the hold.

    For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our

    breasts heaving from the exertion.

    "Okay," she said softly. I immediately let go of her

    wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time
    she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest
    level, facing and studying the other's features.

    The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body

    realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I
    tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I
    never got the words out.

    "I really don't know," Vivian whispered.

    My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on

    the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood
    around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know
    why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged
    to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana
    was her instructor after, which explained everyone's presence.

    "So, can we have our own little celebration?"

    Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.

    "I have a church meeting in an hour," I frowned.

    Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance,
    giving Paige and I some space.

    "We could sneak something in," Paige winked

    hopefully.

    "You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not

    someone I want to leave after only a quickie," I looked down at Paige as I
    wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn't too angry with my
    decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical
    girl.

    "I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this

    evening," Paige sighed. "Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is
    the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?"

    "I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort

    of thing and I'd like it if you were here," I asked. "I really don't
    want to commit my Sunday until I'm sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she's
    had a really lousy week."

    "I don't have to admit anything, Zane, but I make

    allowances because you mean well," Paige smiled. "I chose to accept
    that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me."

    "It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy,

    bouncy?" I teased.

    "No," Paige wiggled tightly against me. "That

    would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and
    I'd never confess to that." I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I
    answered with a kiss to the top of her head.

    "Now scoot," I commanded. "You are far too

    distracting and I do have to get going."

    Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the

    entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.

    "I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded

    by the time you get back," Rio grinned.

    That was her way of asking my permission to use my room

    without actually asking.

    "I'll make sure Vivian is set up before you get

    back," Iona informed me with upbeat energy.

    "Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don't you spend

    the weekend with me?" I asked. The implication was that Rio would be
    tearing Mercy up all weekend long.

    "I'd love to," Iona hugged me.

    "Sleep in his bed," Rio chuckled.

    "I plan to," Iona boasted.

    "Lose your virginity," Rio teased.

    "No," Iona gave Rio a raspberry. "Zane loves

    me the way I am."

    "Are we going to cuddle?" I smiled warmly down at

    her.

    "Damn Skippy!" she chirped. "I'll even sleep

    in the nude because I trust you so much."

    "Busted!" Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished

    getting dressed, and made my own way out.

    Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian

    flagged me down.

    "Vivian, I'm going to, I started to say. She lifted up

    her phone in response.

    "Your schedule is online," Vivian pointed out.

    "What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers
    when you have showers in the Solarium now?"

    "Wow, are you offering to shower with me?" I

    faux-gasped. "That didn't take you long."

    "No!!" Vivian glared with some exasperation.

    "I'm trying to limit your contact with naked women."

    No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.

    "I could say something like 'shower with me and I'll

    respect your virginity,' but I'll respect your virginity no matter what,"
    I gazed upon Vivian. "I do formally request that you allow me to continue
    to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don't disregard my request out of
    hand."

    Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.

    "I'll think about it," she allowed.

    "Holy Smokes," Brandi whispered from nearby,

    "he's broken down the wall." Vivian flinched.

    "No," Opal whispered back, "but she's no

    longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either." That
    observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run
    for it.

    Rochelle Wellington and University depravity, sort of.

    Once they got over me 'borrowing' certain gear from some of

    the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle
    Wellington's agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use
    the new imagery that I'd provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my
    second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill's wife.

    I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she'd married

    William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were
    a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the
    definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought
    Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if
    a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.

    As an added insult, Sahara's name wasn't even Sahara; that

    was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her
    Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her
    husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made
    Sahara the pariah of this little community.

    Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had

    to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn't hurt my
    determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four
    things. I'd helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend
    in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good
    that can feel.

    I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions;

    she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was
    mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump
    in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.

    Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles

    from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my
    efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn't supposed to make waves,
    which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on
    the 'Shunned' list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly
    didn't give a fuck about what any of them cared.

    When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara,

    Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we
    made our way to the door.

    "Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper

    room," Rochelle reminded me.

    "Sahara, why don't we walk to our cars together?"

    Kendra suggested sweetly.

    This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the

    short time I had known them.

    It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara

    and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the
    Pastor's wife.

    "That would be nice, Kendra," Sahara replied. She

    reached out and stroked my elbow. "Thank you, Zane," she added with a
    smile.

    Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I

    alone.

    "I'll get this equipment put away and be right

    back," I told Rochelle. "Could you make sure all the new files are
    backed up to my account?"

    "Of course, Zane," she smiled warmly, and set to

    work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the
    table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.

    "Are we still friends?"

    1 hr 8 min
  • The Time Riders: Part 4
    The Time Riders: Part 4
    A daring attempt to rescue Becky from Cardinal Richelieu.

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



    “Your Becky sounds like a very strong woman." Lady

    Alexandra reflected when Mark told of their conflicts in the time journey to
    old France.

    "Actually," Mark said, blushing again. "She

    reminds me of you, or you remind me of her. You actually look quite a bit
    alike."

    She smiled sweetly and reached forward to touch his knee.

    "High praise for me indeed, then. Am I right in assuming that she speaks
    French since you do not?"

    Mark nodded.

    "Then she should be safe inside the Louvre, which is

    where my mistress the queen is currently staying," Alexandra concluded.
    "So his Eminence is playing another little game, to make my mistress feel
    bad by bringing beautiful women into her service? We shall see to this, Mark, I
    promise you."

    "Thanks," he said. "I really, really

    appreciate this. You have no idea."

    "She must be very special to you." Alexandra said

    slyly.

    "Well, we're not in love, or anything," he said

    hastily, wishing he didn't have to keep explaining this. "But yeah, I
    guess you could say we're fond of one another, and she's the only person I time
    travel with."

    "Were I you," Alexandra said, sitting back now and

    taking another sip of one while crossing one leg over the other. "I would
    try to keep it that way. It has been explained to me, and it seems perfectly
    logical, that things just get more complicated when you involve other people or
    try to do too many things?"

    "You don't look at all like you're from this

    time," Mark admitted. "Are you actually from the Sun King's
    France?"

    She nodded. "That I am, to a noble family of ancient

    lineage, going even back to the reign of Charlemagne. But in service to my
    queen, I take very good care of myself and am in the peak of health."

    "No kidding," Mark breathed, earning a smirk from

    Alexandra. "Chester said you're good with a sword?"

    She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Suffice to say

    that I am not afraid to take on Les Troi Inseparables."

    Mark assumed that she meant Athos, Porthos and Aramis.

    "D'Artagnan too?"

    She laughed, a beautiful, crystalline sound. "Aye, even

    the irascible Gascon. Nor do I cringe before the Duke of Buckingham, who is
    said to be the greatest swordsman in Christendom, barring possibly my
    brother."

    "No recognition for you?"

    She shook her head. "I dare not, my service to the

    queen would be compromised. I am not driven by fame, Mark, but devotion and
    duty. Secrecy is all that allows me to continue in my task."

    "You're like Wonder Woman." Mark laughed.

    She looked at him and tilted her head. "Comment?"

    "A fictional heroine from my own time," he said,

    waving it off. "She's powerful, she's brilliant, she can fight, she can
    fly, she's compassionate. They've been writing and drawing stories about her
    for about seventy years now."

    "It sounds fun," she sighed. "But I do not

    wish to be ensnared in these time troubles, and I do everything I can to avoid
    them. The less I know, the better. Protecting my queen is enough."

    He nodded. "I promise to try and not add to your

    troubles in this, and I'm sorry."

    "You needn't be," she said easily, draining her

    glass. "The debt I owe Chester for this is many years old, I am surprised
    that he has not called it in before now, to be honest. How long has Becky been
    at the Louvre?"

    Mark thought about that. "Uh; a week to get to the

    palace from where we were; then three weeks; and then it took me a week to get
    here, so best guess is four weeks."

    Alexandra nodded and considered. "The initial intense

    scrutiny she would have been under will be relaxing after a month. They are no
    doubt still training her, but she sounds very bright, so they will be eager to
    move her into the court."

    Mark nodded. "Alright, what do we do? Run in with

    pistols blazing and swords unsheathed?"

    She paused in her ruminations and looked at him for a moment

    before shaking her head slowly, saying nothing. She poured herself another
    glass of wine and nocked it back before sighing and returning to her thoughts.

    "Uh, may I ask a question?" Mark said somewhat

    meekly.

    Alexandra looked at him and waited.

    "If; you're one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting,"

    Mark said somewhat awkwardly. "Shouldn't you have at least seen or have
    heard of Becky by now? I gotta admit, she's like you, she's really hard to
    miss."

    The French woman smiled prettily. "I have been away

    some two months now on a delicate errand for my queen, one that took me south
    to Spain."

    "Pretending I was from Spain got me shot." Mark

    grumbled.

    Alexandra raised her eyebrows. "Ah, tu hablas

    español?"

    "Nope," Mark said, holding up his hands. "Not

    goin' through this again. So, what do we do, Miss; uh, Miss;”

    "Just call me Alexandra, cher," she said

    easily. "And if we become friends, you may call me Alexa."

    He nodded. "Okay, Alexandra. What is our plan?"

    "I shall think on that," she replied. "We

    will not be doing anything until at least tomorrow, I assure you. I only
    returned this morning and even the queen does not know I am back yet. That
    being said, you will be my guest here in my private apartments."

    "Uh, okay," he said. "That doesn't sound too

    bad, I guess."

    "It is convenient, for one thing, but another is

    perhaps a bit more personal and selfish on my part," Alexandra added.
    "Be honest with me, Mark."

    "Okay."

    "Would your Becky be hurt or jealous if you and I were

    to fuck?" she asked plainly.

    Mark thought about that for a moment and then shook his

    head. "She'd probably think there was something wrong with me if I didn't;
    to be honest. Besides, if she thinks I'm dead, what's the harm?"

    "Bien," the woman stated, nodding and

    standing. "Tonight, you and I shall, oh, what is that English saying; ride
    below the crupper."

    "Never heard that, but I'm in," he said,

    chuckling.

    "And do not worry, unlike most people of this day and

    age, I bathe daily, so you should not find my closeness offensive."
    Alexandra added.

    "I'm pretty sure you could smell like a federal

    stimulus pork bill and I wouldn't notice," he laughed. "Don't you have
    quarters at the Louvre?"

    She nodded. "Oui, but my mistress allows me to

    stay here when possible, since I am closer to the people of Paris this way. I
    can look out my window, see them and remind myself of my duty to them."

    "You're pretty complicated for a noblewoman." Mark

    admitted. "History doesn't think much of your class of people."

    "A deserved indictment, no doubt," she sighed.

    "Alors, I did not keep you here to bore you with such ephemera, I
    intend to pleasure you before making you risk your life again in the days
    ahead."

    The French Art of Feminine Disrobing.

    He watched from his chair as she slowly turned around and

    began the French art of feminine disrobing. She began by removing the rather
    poufy blouse she was wearing, revealing her shapely back. She was beautiful,
    but now he could see the lines of athleticism in her shoulders and torso, and
    still somehow with the affectation of being delicate and womanly.

    Alexandra then lifted one leg and removed her short boot

    deftly, then reversed her pose as she removed the other boot. Her feet were
    surprisingly dainty, but they seemed to be planted firmly on the floor.

    Undoing the tie of her breeches, she wiggled them down over

    her lovely hips, exposing her incredible behind. She bent over to push the
    article of clothing down the rest of her statuesque legs and in spite of the
    dim light, he could almost see her cunt just below those temping cheeks.

    She stood up straight and stepped elegantly out of the pool

    of her breeches, putting her hands over her bust as she turned her head to
    smile at him coyly. As he watched, she slowly came around so she was facing him
    now.

    If Mark's jaw could have literally fallen off, it would

    have. In the flickering candlelight, she was bewitching to behold. Her skin was
    creamy and flawless, fair and yearning to be kissed. Her womanly hips carried
    strength, melting into her glorious legs. Her snatch was hairless, something he
    didn't associate at all with the period; especially the French.

    "So, do you like what you see?" she purred,

    enjoying his reaction. He nodded dumbly and she allowed her hands to fall away
    from her tits, revealing them. Large and perfectly shaped, sitting high no
    doubt because of her strong back and shoulders, and crowned with small, pink
    nipples that made his mouth water.

    "Now perhaps it is time for you to show me the man I

    will enjoy?" Alexandra said softly, smiling. "Stand up and let me see
    you, Mark."

    He couldn't do a thing about his hard-on, so he didn't even

    bother trying to conceal it. Still sitting, he removed his boots and socks
    before standing. Without any of the grace displayed by his anticipated new
    lover, Mark fumbled off his shirt, revealing his chest. He wasn't overly
    muscular, of course, but he had more than enough tone and definition because of
    the sports he'd played. She smiled and just watched quietly.

    He undid the tie of his breeches and bent over to pull them

    off. When he stood back up, his cock sprang to full attention, wobbling in
    front of him slightly. Alexandra nodded, apparently in approval.

    "Men of days to come seem to be gifted." Alexandra

    stated in a sultry voice as she stepped forward, moving toward him.

    “Or, perhaps today, for you; my dear Alexandra?” Mark

    flirted in a manner even he found uncharacteristically competent.

    He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as the

    blonde goddess stepped closer and closer to him. She was then standing directly
    in front of him, her glorious pelvic mound almost touching the tip of his
    pulsing erection. He thought he might cum right on the spot.

    Her elegant hand slowly reached out to take hold of his

    turgid shaft, the fingers wrapping around gently and giving him the lightest of
    squeezes.

    "And now," she said in a whisper. "We shall’

    The lock on the door clunked before it flew open and in stepped

    a young woman with wavy dark hair and eyes, apparently not noticing the
    activity within.

    "I am back, mistress," the girl chirped as

    she shut the door and locked it again. She seemed cheerful and energetic, her
    green dress twirling about her prettily. "I bought some wine and also
    the soap packets that you; oh! My apologies, mistress, I did not know you were
    busy!"

    "Do not worry, Lisette," Alexandra said

    easily, clearly not at all surprised to see the girl while Mark just gaped. Her
    hand was still on his cock and stroking gently as she acknowledged the
    newcomer. "You're just in time to share dessert with me;”

    Cirrhosis Of The Louvre

    Mark blinked as he stared at the young woman who had just

    sauntered in. About his age, she was rather short, but cute in a quirky kind of
    way, with wavy dark hair that reached her jawline and cheerful brown eyes, over
    which she wore small round spectacles. Her green dress looked like elegant and
    well-maintained peasant wear. She seemed rather surprised to see him as well.

    "A new playmate, mistress?" she asked in

    French, clearly not surprised to see Lady Alexandra naked on her knees and
    stroking Mark's cock.

    "For now," Alexandra said easily, smiling

    at her servant. "He actually is an associate of Monsieur Edgeworth and
    needs our help."

    "Oh, not that pain-in-the-ass again,"

    muttered the girl named Lisette as she walked into the dimly-lit room, clearly
    put off by the mention of Chester Edgeworth. Her accent was distinctly
    different from Lady Alexandra's, more coarse and unsophisticated, even to
    Mark's untrained ears. His translator device was having trouble keeping up. "Like
    our lives are not difficult enough."

    "Perhaps, but we have time for some fun, I am happy

    to say." Alexandra pointed out, not at all bothered by her servant's
    mutterings. "You will be delighted to know that in helping this young
    man, we will be putting the spurs to the Red Duke."

    "Well, there's that at least," Lisette

    admitted, dropping the linen bags she had been carrying and coming toward them,
    beginning to shed her dress and underthings without batting an eye. "This
    one is tall, Mistress. And he has a blank expression about him. English? A
    colonial?"

    "Close enough, my love," Alexandra giggled,

    watching as her beloved servant removed the last vestiges of her modesty,
    standing naked before them now, except for her spectacles. Her tits were small,
    her figure trim, but rounded in a youthful way; and devoid of fat excess fat,
    but not skinny. Living and fighting alongside her Mistress meant Lisette had no
    time for being indolent. She was probably also the best marksman outside of the
    Sun King's army with a caliver. "He is indeed from the
    colonies."

    "And probably from some other time, if he's involved

    with Edgeworth, but I have learned not to care," the brunette sighed
    as she joined Alexandra in kneeling in front of Mark. "Very well, let's
    fuck this one, before he gets killed, or unavailable like the others."

    "Wait, what?" Mark asked, his eyes widening and

    his erection threatening to retreat into his abdomen and his translator bud did
    its job.

    "Ignore her," Alexandra said easily, smirking at

    her companion. "She is just being salty about a boy she liked to fuck down
    at the market, no longer being available."

    "He die of dysentery or something?" Mark asked.

    Alexandra shrugged. "No, he got married."

    "I'm still going to fuck him the next time I see

    him;” Lisette said sullenly.

    "Oh, sorry," Mark said, somewhat embarrassed.

    "I guess I'm in the habit of assuming that you're the only person in this
    time I'm ever gonna meet who isn't riddled with a pox or sexual disease."

    "A fair assumption, my friend;” the blonde woman cooed

    as she began kissing along the length of his veiny, rippled shaft and making
    him shiver. The fireplace kept the room warm and also gave it an amber glow
    that was so comforting and conducive to their current activities. Lisette
    nestled in closer, smiling and fondling his sac gently while watching her
    mistress pleasure their new plaything.

    "He is large, Mistress," she mused, smiling

    slyly. "Nearly the size of Buckingham, I think."

    "Umm, the men of days to come do indeed seem to be

    gifted," Alexandra murmured as she tilted his hard cock up and traced
    the tip of her tongue along the vein on the underside. "Mark here is no
    exception, it would seem."

    Lisette's surprisingly well-kept fingernails grazed along

    his thighs while she edged inward, wanting to be closer to her mistress.
    Alexandra now swirled her tongue around his throbbing head before putting it
    inside her warm, wet mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before
    slowly sliding in his length in one slow, steady motion. Mark shuddered in
    pleasure, feeling her tongue swirling around his length, even as she kept her
    mouth on him.

    His fingers found their way into her lush, golden hair,

    kneading at her scalp, and steadying himself while she began to bob back and
    forth expertly. In the back of his mind, he realized that she was as good as
    any girl from his own time at sucking cock. He shouldn't have been surprised,
    but sex seemed to be the one human endeavor that didn't really progress as time
    moved forward. People were either good at it, or weren't, and the best
    techniques had probably been around for thousands of years, needing no
    refinement.

    Alexandra was living proof of that theory.

    Lisette moved in and began kissing her mistress' neck and

    collarbone, her hands now wondering and caressing the noblewoman's body with a
    practiced ease. Alexandra continued to suck on Mark's cock readily, not at all
    distracted by her servant's touch, but rather excited by it. She squirmed as
    her cunt grew moist, yearning to feel this man's tool inside her.

    Alexandra’s strong lips held his glans and her tongue rolled

    around his purple tip. Lisette's mouth now joined Alexandra's in sliding up and
    down the sided of his length before they kissed around his cock tip, tongues
    flickering and sliding wetly as they moaned. His hands were on the back of
    their heads and he shivered again, lost in the unreal sensations. He felt the brunette
    girl take over sucking on him, while her blonde mistress nipped at the skin of
    his waist.

    "Umm, he has a big tool, mistress," purred

    Lisette before bobbing along his shaft again. "A pity he will not be
    available to us regularly."

    "I think my friend is pleased with you, Mark,"

    Alexandra said, smiling up at him slyly. "Do you wish to fuck us
    both?"

    "That; sounds great;” he grunted, closing his eyes and

    concentrating on not cumming so damn quickly. These two were a wicked tag team.
    "But what if one of you;”

    "Fear not, cher, we will not," Alexandra

    assured him. "I am classically trained, including in Roman medicines and
    can prevent unexpected complications from arising. Or our bellies."

    Mark didn't know exactly what 'Roman medicines' had to do

    with contraception, but she was the expert in this time, so he'd take her word
    for it. From what he'd read, the alternative in this era was a condom made of
    linen, which wasn't even meant to prevent pregnancy so much as inhibit
    pleasure. Hell with that.

    "Are you any good with that tongue, man of the New

    World?" she asked now, smiling at him wickedly.

    "Becky seemed to think so." Mark replied,

    trembling as he fought to hold on. He would welcome a chance to lick cunt if it
    would keep him from embarrassing himself before he had properly fucked either
    of them.

    "Then Lisette will continue to see you your needs down

    below, while I become acquainted with your face." Alexandra breathed. Mark
    sighed as Lisette stopped sucking on his cock long enough to retrieve several
    large, plush pillows and lay them on the floor near the fireplace. He was
    almost in a daze as the blonde noblewoman led him to the scarlet and gold oreillers,
    plump with down and feathers, and then rested him on top of them. Without
    more ado, she nestled over his face, looking down his body, allowing him to
    examine her while Lisette knelt between his legs and resumed wrapping her lips
    around his cock loudly.

    He marveled at her shining, slippery cunt, so tempting in

    the flickering orange light of the hearth. He had now fucked a few French girls
    in this time period, along with Becky, and they were all completely natural,
    often unusually hairy between their legs. This glorious woman, however, kept
    her twat completely smooth, a total aberration from the norm.

    Lisette was almost shaven clean, which he could only assume

    was at her mistress' behest.

    He could see Alexandra's tiny, pink clit just peeking out

    from under its hood, begging for attention. The wet, exquisite heat of
    Lisette's mouth made his belly groan.

    He pulled the blonde down onto his waiting mouth, needing to

    distract himself. His tongue snaked between her wet nether lips and inside her.

    Alexandra sighed shamelessly and squirmed on his mouth while

    fondling her opulent tits. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, flexing into
    her delicate flesh. She was not kidding about taking care of herself compared
    to her contemporaries. Her scent and her taste reminded him of Becky more than
    anything. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her, massaging her walls and core
    and making he

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  • Runways: Part 6
    Runways: Part 6
    Man’s escape to the fishing hole

    By m storyman x – listen to the

    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.



    I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down

    about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a
    small fly along the edges of the weeds.

    The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready

    for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice
    cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the
    temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the
    first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay
    for a while. It was late summer, which meant that the temperatures could easily
    reach up to ninety if it was clear, but it could also get uncomfortably cold at
    these altitudes. Not cold enough to snow until late August, but that was only a
    few weeks away.

    I made my way back to the dock with my fish, cleaned them

    and headed back to the cabin, trying to suppress a shiver. I could see smoke
    coming from the chimney, the thought of a warm fire extremely inviting. I stepped
    through the door, closing it behind me and stood in the kitchen area, staring
    at the sight in front of me.

    Kim was on her hands and knees over the top of an equally

    naked Amy, her pussy pointing toward me, her knees bent and spread apart to
    completely expose her. Kim's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her long
    hair hanging wildly around her face as she moaned in pleasure. I had clearly
    stepped into an extremely intimate moment between the two, and it equally
    appeared that neither yet realized that I was there. I stepped to the sink and
    laid the fish in it and pulled off my rain suit as quietly as I could. I looked
    over at Kim as I pulled my rain suit pants off and saw her looking at me,
    smiling with the same smile that she'd given me the first time we had sex.

    Amy was still busy between Kim's legs, noisily licking and

    teasing her pussy with her mouth when Kim motioned me to come closer. It didn't
    take a rocket scientist to see that she was inviting me to pay attention to
    Amy's exposed pussy. I knelt at the end of the bed and leaned down over it,
    licking slowly up her wet and well excited pussy. Her lips were full and
    engorged, a significant amount of inner lip protruding, glistening in the
    flickering light of the fireplace. Her juices were sweet on my tongue as I
    teased up her slit, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit several
    times, causing her to lift her hips toward me and moan loudly into Kim's pussy.
    Kim gasped at the sensations racing from her pussy through her body as my
    attentions to Amy's pussy drove her actions in and on Kim's pussy to be more
    vigorous.

    "Oh god," Kim moaned loudly as I teased Amy's

    pussy.

    "What the hell?" Amy suddenly asked, apparently

    finally putting together that Kim was impossibly talking and licking at the
    same time. I felt Amy try to pull herself up the bed under Kim, pushing Kim's
    body up. Somewhat reluctantly Kim crawled off of Amy, leaving her laying on the
    bed looking down her naked body at me leaning over the end of the bed, my face
    now almost two feet from her spread pussy. "What the hell are you
    doing?" she snapped angrily.

    "I invited him," Kim said as she lay on the bed

    next to Amy, her feet and head at opposite ends of the bed than Amy.

    "Why? If I wanted a guy between my legs I'd have a

    boyfriend!" Amy snapped.

    "You seemed to be enjoying it just fine until a moment

    ago," Kim shot back with a scowl. "Look. You were willing to spend a
    whole weekend getting fucked by him just so he'd take me on vacation. Not to
    have sex, but just to get out of town. Now you're suddenly adverse to being
    touched by him at all? I think you need to reevaluate just exactly what you
    think is appropriate. Adam and I are having sex. If you want to continue to
    have sex with me, you're going to have to figure out a way to deal with that.
    And no, being pissed off at Adam all the time is NOT an acceptable solution.
    You've always told me how sweet and kind he is and how caring he is for a guy.
    Well, guess what? I learned that even better than you can imagine!" Kim
    said as she pushed herself up to sit on the end of the bed, still facing Amy.
    "Adam is sweet and kind and gentle and intelligent and wonderful. So much
    so that I asked him to marry me! So you better get used to him being with
    us!"

    "You asked him to MARRY you? Seriously? You two are getting

    MARRIED?"

    "Well, not yet. He hasn't said yes yet. But I think he

    will, when he's had a chance to get to know me better."

    "Damn!" Amy swore quietly, pushing herself up to

    sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows and the wall. "I guess you
    don't need me any more then," she added as she pushed off the bed and
    picked up the pants of the pink sweat suit she'd worn overnight.

    "Oh god, Amy! Don't be so dramatic! Of course I still

    need YOU! You're my right hand girl! How would I ever function without you?
    I’m so sorry I added to your deep-set distain for men. I was wrong. You
    are so wrong, at least you’re wrong about Adam. We succeed together, in
    an industry that exploits sexuality in a way that often brings out the baser
    instincts of men. At least Adam has the character and self-respect to know he
    wants something deeper, more meaningful. And now that I’ve discovered
    that character, I find it incredibly desireable.”

    "Have your new boyfriend. Let him do it all!" she

    snapped as she pulled the jacket of the sweatshirt on and zipped it up over her
    bare tits. She bent down and zipped her suitcase closed and stood it up. She
    grabbed the handle and pulled it to the door of the cabin and threw the door
    angrily open before walking out into the still falling rain, leaving the door
    standing open.

    Amy’s Departure

    "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Kim yelled out the door at

    her as she stood in the doorway.

    "HOME!" Amy yelled back as she started walking

    down the road leading down the mountain, the rain already having soaked the
    thin pink sweat suit.

    "Come on. We need to go after her," Kim said,

    walking towards her suitcase. She bent over and pulled out a pair of yoga pants
    and a tank top, starting to put them on.

    "Go after her? Why? She'll come back."

    "No she won't."

    "Trust me. She will. It's six miles down the mountain

    and another dozen to town. She doesn't have anywhere to go. Once she finishes
    her temper tantrum she'll come back."

    "You don't know Amy," Kim said sharply.

    "She's too damn stubborn to come back."

    "Fine. I'll go get her," I said crossly, reaching

    for the recently taken off rain pants. "But you're staying here. No point
    in you getting soaked too!"

    "Fine. I'll wait," she said with a bit of a huff

    as I pulled on rain pants. It only took a minute or two to get dressed and grab
    the keys for the Jeep.

    If anything, it was raining harder when I went out to get in

    the Jeep, water pooling on the seat and in the floorboards of the open top
    vehicle. The floorboards were rusted enough that most of the water had already
    leaked out onto the ground as I pushed in the clutch and started the engine. I
    found her only half a mile down the muddy dirt track, her sweat suit already
    covered with mud and saturated with rain. Her hair was plastered to her head as
    she walked, head down, intent on going down the mountain. "You're getting
    soaked."

    "So?" she snapped back.

    "Kim wants you to come back up. She's worried about

    you."

    "Big deal."

    "So you're not coming?"

    "NO!"

    "You're sure. I mean it's a long ways down the mountain

    and even farther to town."

    "SO!"

    "Just saying."

    "Well, I don't have any intention of coming back!"

    "You're sure?"

    She paused for a moment and glared at me. "Perfectly!"

    "Okay," I said, letting out the clutch and

    bouncing my way down the hill. I slid and twisted on the little dirt track that
    we called a road until it opened up onto a gravel road almost two miles down
    the mountain. I turned around and headed back up the mountain, stopping at the
    log that had started everything between Kim and me. I pulled under a big pine
    to block the rain and shut down the engine to wait.

    I saw her long before she noticed me. But then I had an

    advantage, I knew where she was going to be coming from, she didn't even know I
    was waiting for her. She was wet and muddy, her rolling suitcase caked with mud
    almost up to the handle. She looked like she'd fallen in a mud puddle at least
    once and maybe more times since she'd left the cabin.

    "You ready to go back now?" I asked as she stopped

    next to the Jeep, shivering.

    "NO!" she said, shaking like a leaf.

    "You do realize that you won't survive the walk to

    town, not in this weather."

    "So? It's not like you care."

    "Actually I do," I answered. "But you're

    trying to make it like I don't. You don’t want to let yourself believe I
    can be any better than your prejudiced conclusions, even though your best
    friend and most trusted lover has told you overwise."

    "You don't want or need me. You have Kim."

    "I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not at all sure

    that I even want to marry her. Hell, two weeks ago she was a total bitch that I
    worked for because I needed the money. Now all of a sudden she's different and
    says that I'm the first man she could respect. Not exactly what I'd call a
    match made in heaven. If there’s any sexist prejudices being confirmed by
    today, it’s that women are so blinded by jealousy, that they deprive
    themselves of so much, just because they’re afraid some other woman will
    also find a benefit."

    "So? All you have to do is say yes and you're in the

    money. She's loaded after all."

    "So?"

    "You need money, she has money, lots of it. What's to

    not get, here?"

    "Just between you, me and this pine tree here, I don't

    give a shit how much money she has. That's not why I'd marry someone."

    "Bullshit. She's gotten into your pants and you're

    playing it for everything you can. You know damn well that as long as she's
    getting fucked that you have a permanent job. If you play your cards right, you
    might even have a portion of her fortune."

    I sighed deeply. "You know so little about me. But now

    I see perhaps another sad and selfish motivation of yours. Maybe that's your
    game. Maybe you have sex with her because YOU want that portion of her fortune.
    I don't know. What I do know is that money isn't what I really care about. Sure
    I need money to pay the bills, but after that? Life is too short to chase after
    the dollar just to collect more."

    "I wouldn't do that! I care too much for her to ever be

    that petty."

    "Well, good. I want to believe that; but you're being

    pretty petty right now, not to mention stupid."

    "I'm not being stupid!"

    "You're not being smart either. Hell Amy! Who did I ask

    out first? You or her?"

    "Well, Me."

    "And who did I want to be around on all those trips?

    You or her?"

    "True, Me?"

    "So don't you think there's a reasonable chance that I

    really care about YOU and want YOU?" I snapped.

    "But you're fucking HER!"

    "I am. It wasn't like you were exactly giving me the

    green light. Hell, I didn't know you were a lesbian!" I said with a scowl.
    "You could have told me I was barking up the wrong tree instead of letting
    me keep trying to convince you to go out with me."

    "Who said I was a lesbian?"

    "Well, Kim actually said it. Kim made it clear you two

    were lovers, as I saw a little while ago. What am I supposed to think?"

    "Why do men always think that because two women enjoy

    each other that somehow they're lesbians, or anti-man or some such shit?"

    "Probably the same reason that women jump to the

    conclusion that if a man is having sex with another woman that they don't have
    any feelings for them," I answered with a shrug.

    "Typical man!"

    "I could say the same thing. Tell me. Why in the hell

    is it so hard to believe that I have feelings for you?"

    "BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HER!" she practically

    screamed.

    "Typical woman! Maybe if you'd have let me in instead

    of pushing me away for all these months I wouldn't be fucking her, I'd be
    fucking you!  You’re stuck in a mindset that a man can’t
    deeply love two women, all the while thinking men are to thick-headed to
    understand a woman who loves sex with a man and a woman!" I snapped back
    at her.

     "Look. I'm getting cold. I know you're fucking

    frozen. Get your ass in the Jeep and I'll take you back up."

    "What if I don't want to?" She snapped.

    "Your choice!" I answered, reaching down to start

    the Jeep. She stood there with her arms crossed tightly across her chest,
    looking like a very cold drowned rat, her hair hanging down around her face and
    dripping from the rain making its way through the branches. She had made no move
    to get in, so I dropped the Jeep in gear and started to let out the clutch to
    pull away.

    "OKAY! WAIT!" she practically shouted. I stopped

    the Jeep and she hoisted her bag into the back and climbed angrily into the
    seat. "You would have driven off and left me, wouldn't you?"

    "I didn't see that our conversation was getting us

    anywhere. What did you expect me to do? I took you at your word. You have to
    say what you want." I said as I started up the hill.

    "Fight for me. If I really matter to you, that

    is."

    "Fight for you?" I asked, slamming on the brakes

    and staring at her.

    "Fuck yes. If you wanted to keep me!"

    "Keep you? Hell, I've never HAD you!" I said

    angrily.

    "That's not my fault," she said quietly, looking

    up the road instead of at me.

    "Not your fault? I’m trying to treat you with

    honesty and respect! Whose fucking fault is it? Mine? "

    "It's not mine. Who else is there?" Amy said in a

    smug tone.

    I reached down and shut off the key and stared at her, the

    two of us now sitting out in the rain instead of under the cover of the pine.
    She continued to stare at the road and ignore my stare. "Fine. That's
    fucking it!" I said, unbuckling my seat belt. I climbed out of the Jeep
    and walked around to the passenger side, grabbing her arm and pulling her out
    of the seat. It only took a few steps before we were back under the relative
    shelter of the pine tree, standing in the soft bed of fallen needles under it.
    "So it's my fault? The only thing I haven't done is this! Obviously you
    don’t want respect. You don’t want chivalry." I said, letting
    go of her arm. Your goddam thinking is beyond my comprehension, but I’ll
    give you what I think you’re trying to get, but don’t have the good
    sense to ask for.

    I reached for the neck of the sweat suit top and held it

    with one hand while I jerked the zipper down, practically pulling the puller
    off the zipper when it reached the bottom. I let go of her top and grabbed the
    material of her sweatpants and jerked them down, squatting down and pulling it
    down as far as it would go. I reached up for her arms and pulled her down on
    the ground in front of me and then jerked and tugged the sweatpants off over
    her muddy soaked shoes, tossing the pink pants aside. I pushed her knees apart,
    leaving her laying there mostly exposed while I stood up and pushed my rain
    suit pants and jeans down to my knees.

    She lay there without complaint, as I knelt between her legs

    and reached for the pink top, pulling it aside to expose both large soft tits
    before leaning over her. I held myself up with one hand and found my hard cock
    with the other, lowering my hips and aiming my cock at her pussy. She neither
    helped nor protested as I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips
    before pushing it into her bent-over ass, from behind.

    "Oh fuck," she groaned as I pressed deeper into

    her, the rain making its way through the many layers of pine needles above us
    dripping coldly on my ass. I continued to push until I could go no farther and
    then pulled back, leaving just my head inside her before plunging quickly back
    into her. "Oh god yes!" she gasped as my shaft plunged all the way
    into her until my head hit the end of her tunnel.

    "This what you want? You wanna be taken like a fucking

    animal?" I grunted as I plunged into her over and over, her tits rolling
    wildly on her chest as my hips pounded into her thighs with each stroke.

    "Oh fuck!" was all I got in response as she lifted

    and spread her legs farther to give me greater access. In and out I stroked, my
    cock driving into her with each plunge until her body moved on the needles,
    pulling back again until I was nearly ready to slip from her hot wet confines.
    The longer I stroked into her, the faster I began to move, my hips driving my
    cock into her at an almost frantic rate.

    She was ecstatic, crying out in joyful surrender, as she

    fell to the bed of pine needles. She rolled over. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck;
    fuck!" she screamed into the trees as her body began to tremble. She was
    totally jubilant as she reached for my rain suit top and grabbed two handfuls
    of material and tried to pull me down on top of her as her whole body shuddered
    and trembled below me. I dropped to my knees, between her widespread legs.
    Instantly my cock found it’s target and burrowed deep into her womb.
    "Oh God!" she cried even louder as my cock swelled fatter. Steam was
    faintly visible, rising from her partly-naked body; as the clouds thinned out
    and the moonlight dimly lit the grove of Ponderosa pines.

    "Uh." I grunted as my body convulsed and jammed my

    cock into her so hard she slid on the pine needles. I felt a gush of cum lance
    out into her pussy as she continued to try and pull me down on her. Her pelvis
    jolted in reflex to my rhythmic blasts. I relaxed my arms and let her pull me
    down, my wet rain suit pressing against her bare tits as she pulled my face to
    hers, her moans escaping into my mouth as she pressed her lips roughly to mine.

    We lay there for long minutes, both our bodies slowly

    returning from their trips to ecstasy, her kisses slowly softening until she
    was erotically sucking my lower lip, breathing heavily. "Took you fucking
    long enough to do that," she whispered, releasing my lip and my coat.

    "You wanted me to force you?"

    "You didn't force me. I didn't fight back, did I? I

    just wanted you to be dominant. I wanted you to be in control. I wanted you to
    make me FEEL like you HAD to HAVE me! That you were in charge of both what we
    did, and when we did it. I could have thought of a few more comfortable places,
    but at least you finally did it."

    "I don't fucking understand," I grumbled as my

    cock softened in her pussy and slipped out. "So you were what, waiting for
    me to do this for months or something?"

    "Or something. God I gave you enough chances. How many

    times did I wear things that were easy to take off with no underwear. You had
    to know I didn't have a bra or panties on. Hell, how many times did I flash you
    my pussy and you never fucking got the message!"

    "The message? Hell, I just thought you didn't like

    underwear and flashing me was an accident! You wanted me to act like a selfish,
    disrespectful animal, but then I hear you disparage men for behaving that
    way?"

    "God, I'll never understand men!" she said shaking

    her head.

    "And men will never understand women," I answered

    her.

    "The difference is that I wanted you. The other men, I

    didn’t want.” Amy said like it was the simplest and most obvious
    thing which anyone should understand.

    I had no words. All I could conclude is that I was from Mars

    and she was from Venus. And here we were on the planet Earth, and neither of us
    could comprehend the other.

    “Come on,” she said from beneath me.

    “Let's go back to the cabi

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  • Pining for Madison: Part 5
    Pining for Madison: Part 5
    Day 2 at the Cabin.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

    ► Podcast
    at Explicit Novels.



    I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's

    exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized
    t-shirts as nighties.

    "Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.

    "Oh, yes please," Becky replied.

    She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave

    him a quick peck on the lips.

    "Morning, babe," Ryan greeted.

    As I got up to the kitchen counter, Madison came up behind

    me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and rested her cheek against my back.

    "Coffee, babe?" I asked again.

    "Yes please," she replied and kissed me on the

    shoulder.

    Both girls then pulled a chair out from under the table and

    sat opposite each other.

    I grabbed two more cups from the cupboard and poured them

    each a coffee and placed it in front of them.

    "Thanks Ad," they replied in turn.

    I sat down and joined them all at the table.

    "So, is every one raring to go this morning?" I

    asked.

    "Ugh! I forgot you were a morning person. Need coffee

    first, enthusiasm later," Becky groaned into her cup.

    "What's a matter Beck's, did somebody keep you up last

    night?" I joked, looking over to Ryan and smiling into my cup.

    "You're one to talk, I saw what you did to Madison's

    chest last night. Trying to write your name were you?"

    I spat a mouthful of coffee back into my cup and started to

    laugh uncontrollably. Before Madison and Ryan joined me in laughing.

    After I calmed down I got up and emptied the remaining

    contents of my cup in the sink.

    I headed over to the patio doors and pulled apart the heavy

    curtains.

    "Oh wow!" I said loudly.

    "What?" a Madison replied.

    "Come and have a look at this."

    I opened the patio doors and stepped outside. The other

    three grabbed their coffee cups and joined me outside.

    In front of us was a magnificent view of a lake, with a

    wooden dock extending outwards from the cabin. I walked further ahead and could
    see two pairs of kayaks on either side of the dock.

    As I turned around to face the others, I could feel the

    chill of the morning air, causing the skin on my chest and arms to get goosebumps.
    It appeared I wasn't the only one affected by this, both Becky and Madison's
    nipples had hardened under their t-shirts.

    "Shall we go kayaking?" I asked, trying not to

    stare at their chests.

    "I'm in," Ryan replied.

    "And is that what I think it is?" I said aloud,

    before the girls had a chance to answer.

    I hurried over to a large box to the side of Madison and

    fingered the edge, before lifting up the huge lid.

    "We have a hot tub!" Madison cried out.

    "Now we're talking." Becky added.

    I found the control box and switched it on, and it roared

    into life.

    "It'll probably take a while to heat up though," I

    said.

    "It's okay, we can use it later tonight," Madison

    replied.

    I lowered the lid back down to keep the heat in.

    "So, showers and explore the lake?" I suggested as

    a plan of action.

    We all collectively agreed and went back inside. After one

    more round of coffees, we got up from the table, everyone appeared to be
    feeling a lot more perkier now.

    "Who's having the first shower?" Becky asked.

    "I don't mind, I'll probably share one with Adam, if

    it's quicker." Madison answered.

    "Oh yeah, three guesses what you'll be cleaning."

    Becky joked.

    "Girl, please! You'll probably be using Ryan's cock as

    a toothbrush knowing you." Madison replied, then proceeding to simulate
    the actions.

    We collectively laughed at Madison's visuals.

    "Touch Mads! Touch ." Becky responded, with a

    wide smile on her face.

    Ryan and I just looked at each other and smiled at the

    prospect of some shower hi-jinx.

    I eagerly grabbed Madison's hand.

    "Come on then, show me your cleaning techniques then,

    babe."

    We left Becky and Ryan in the kitchen and went to get ready

    for the shower. A few moments later, we returned with our towels wrapped around
    us and headed towards the bathroom.

    Becky wolf whistled as we walked past.

    Madison jokingly flipped Becky the bird and they both

    laughed.

    When we got to the bathroom, I closed the door behind us,

    and we each hung our towels on the back of the door. Madison slid open the
    shower door and turned the shower taps on, placing her hand under the spray of
    water, until it was warm enough to enter.

    The shower itself wasn't huge but could fit the both of us.

    It had a tiled seat on one side, which also housed a few toiletries such as
    shampoo and shower gel.

    Madison got in first and I followed closely behind her. She

    took up most of the water, while I hovered on the outskirts, every so often
    changing places with her.

    Madison squeezed some of the shower gel on to her hands and

    asked me to turn around. She began washing my back, her hands moving in
    circular motions, causing the shower gel to foam up and slowly made her way
    further down my back, until she reached my buttocks.

    From there she pressed her body against mine and her hands

    found their way around my hips and to the front.

    She held my cock in her hand, delicately washing it and

    gently pulling my foreskin back and tracing her thumb around the head of my
    rapidly hardening cock.

    "Is it clean enough now?" She asked.

    "Hmm, I think I could do with a few more minutes,"

    I joked.

    "Oh, so you want the intensive clean then," she

    replied, turning me around to face her again.

    She ran her hands over her wet hair moving the stray strands

    clinging her to her face and dropped to her knees.

    She jerked me a couple of times, before taking me in her

    mouth, holding on to my ass for support. I raised my hands and clasped them
    behind my head, enjoying the sensation.

    Madison was just getting into the swing of things, when the

    shower door suddenly slid open.

    "Busted!" shouted Becky, she pointed her phone at

    Madison's face and the camera flash lit up the shower.

    Madison screamed and gestured, but with me still in her

    mouth. All I could feel was a tingling sensation as the reverberation
    pleasurably travelled down the length of my cock.

    "Didn't your mother tell you not to speak with your

    mouthful, Mads!" Becky said hysterically laughing.

    Madison clawed for the shower door and slid it back, while

    Becky ran out of the bathroom with her prize photo.

    She pulled me out of her mouth, to talk.

    "Oh, it's on now," she said, quickly wiping the

    water from her face.

    I looked down at her and jokingly made a puppy whining

    noise, because she stopped.

    "Sorry babe, where was I?"

    She took me in her mouth again and continued.

    I could steadily feel the pleasure growing and myself

    getting closer and closer to climax, when Madison stopped with her mouth and
    switched to her hand and jerked me, every so often rubbing the tip of my cock
    around her wet nipples.

    "Fuck, that feels good, Mad," I moaned out.

    "Yeah, you like that, babe?"

    She squeezed tighter and jerked faster and unable to hold

    back anymore, I shot my load across her chest and watched as the water washed
    it away between her breasts and down her stomach

    I offered my hand, helping her to her feet. When she rose, I

    quickly moved in to kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth.

    As we sensuously kissed she grabbed one of my hands, and

    slowly turned her body around, breaking the kiss. She raised a leg on to the
    tiled seat and directed the hand she was still holding between her legs and
    leaning her head back on to my chest.

    "I think I need a bit of attention now," she

    whispered.

    I rubbed my fingers over her wet mound, and she moaned

    softly. The steam from the shower filled the room and clung to our skin,
    causing Madison's skin to appear shiny in the light.

    I diligently worked her clit with my fingers, rubbing,

    circling, flicking and every so often slipping my finger inside of her. Her
    heavy exhales causing the steam to swirl around above us.

    I stopped, much to Madison's surprise.

    "Aww, Babe, don't stop, I was nearly there," she

    whispered in my ear.

    "I know, but I want to try something. Try sitting

    down." I instructed.

    She sat down facing me and I dropped to my knees, I pried

    her legs apart, so they were wide open and I buried my face between her legs.

    "Oh Jesus," she cried out as I began to attack her

    clit with my tongue.

    She ran both her hands through my wet hair and clutched at

    it, pulling me deeper in to her.

    "Umm, that's the spot, babe, right there," she

    directed.

    "Oh, oh, yeah, Umm!"

    She was pulling my head in to her so tightly, I could barely

    breathe. I knew I had to get her to orgasm quickly otherwise I'd surely pass
    out.

    I upped my tempo and began lashing my tongue so quickly it

    hurt.

    Madison's legs clamped around my head tightly, she

    practically rode my face as she approached her orgasm.

    I could only hear muffled screams as her hands desperately

    clutched at the walls, her fingers splayed wide as she came.

    Her legs slowly loosened and my face was free. I immediately

    pulled back, and took in a sharp intake of air. My lips, chin and jaw all sore
    from the work out.

    Madison looked at my reddened face and cupped it with her

    hands.

    "I'm so sorry if I squeezed too tightly, babe, but you

    were just too damn good at that, I couldn't help myself."

    I grabbed on to her knee and lifted myself up and ran my

    face under the water.

    We finished cleaning up and turned off the shower. I stepped

    out first and grabbed my towel from the door and patted myself dry, before
    wrapping it around my waist. I then passed Madison her towel. She wrapped it
    around her body and tucked it in at her chest.

    I opened the bathroom door and we both left to head to the

    bedroom to get dressed.

    Becky was sitting on the sofa with Ryan, with both of them

    looking at her phone.

    "You better not be showing Ryan that picture you took,

    missy!"

    "Too late," she replied.

    "Let me see it," Madison demanded.

    Becky turned her phone and waved it around, toying with

    Madison.

    A picture of Madison on her knees, with her mouth full of my

    cock, and exposing the side of her breast, with just a hint of her nipple
    filled the screen.

    "You better delete that, right now!" Madison

    playfully insisted.

    "Aww, but I was going to make it my new lock

    screen." Becky joked.

    "Don't you mean cock screen." Ryan quipped.

    I snorted with laughter at Ryan's joke.

    "Give it here," Madison begged.

    "No way," Becky replied, holding the phone out of

    reach and teasing her.

    Madison leaned forward trying to get the phone and fell on

    top of Becky and Ryan.

    They were laughing hysterically as Madison tried to clamber

    over them both to reach the phone.

    I stood there watching this ludicrous display unfold in

    front of me, when I noticed that her towel was shifting around quite a bit. It
    was then the inevitable happened. As she tried to pull herself up, her towel
    opened and she ended up flashing her breasts at Becky and Ryan.

    Ryan's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of her perfect

    pair.

    Madison grasped at her towel to cover herself up, before

    giving up on retrieving the phone and composing herself.

    "Ahem, sorry about that, Ryan. I didn't mean to give

    you an eyeful there," she said apologizing.

    "I... I didn't mind."

    Becky nudged his arm.

    "As for you Miss Becky Moore, I hope you know, I'll be

    getting my revenge on you. I don't know how yet, but it's coming," Madison
    said trying to keep a straight face.

    "Come Adam, we have revenge to plot!" Madison

    announced over-dramatically.

    She grabbed my arm and theatrically we stormed off to our

    bedroom.

    As we finished getting dressed, Becky and Ryan slipped into

    the shower. I could see Madison plotting of ways to get back at Becky.

    I plonked myself down on the sofa and watched as Madison

    snuck over to the bathroom. She tried the door, but this time it was locked.
    Becky clearly saw this coming.

    "Damn it!" Madison yelled and then joined me on

    the sofa.

    "Come on now Mads, she could see that coming a mile

    away. You've got to play the long game. Her guard is going to be up now,"
    I joked.

    "Yeah, I guess," Madison replied, before picking

    up an old magazine from the coffee table and opening it.

    She quietly red through each page, licking the tip of her

    finger and turning the corner of each page she finished.

    Twenty minutes passed before Becky and Ryan finally emerged

    from the bathroom, each wearing a towel.

    Madison looked up from her magazine.

    "Nice shower?" She asked.

    "Lovely, thank you."

    Becky carried on walking, when Madison called out.

    "Oh, um, Becks', you've got a little spunk on your

    chin." Madison said all seriously.

    Becky started wiping at her chin.

    "Gotcha!" she said with a little smirk and

    returned to her magazine.

    "Funny," she called back, before turning to Ryan

    and asking him.

    "I don't have anything left on my chin, do I?"

    "No, it's all clean, babe." He replied,

    reassuringly brushing her chin with his thumb.

    I shook my head, laughing to myself.

    They left the room and when they came back, they were all

    dressed and ready to go.

    Madison put her magazine down and we both got up from the

    sofa.

    "Right then, shall we hit the lake?" I asked the

    group.

    We all ventured outside onto the deck and eyed up the bright

    orange kayaks on either side of the dock.

    There were life jackets in each one, so I bent down,

    kneeling on the wooden boards of the dock and grabbed one from the kayak
    closest to me and held it up for Madison to put it on.

    She slipped her arms in, and I fastened the buckles around

    the front for her.

    Ryan copied me and did the same for Becky, and we both put

    our own jackets on.

    I helped Madison into her kayak and handed her the long blue

    paddle, before untying the weathered rope that was holding the kayak to the
    dock. Ryan made sure Becky was sorted and we both hopped into ours.

    We cleared the dock and drifted for a bit.

    "Um, guys?" Becky called out, "How do you get

    this thing to go in a straight line?"

    We all looked in Becky's direction to see her going around

    in circles, causing us all to laugh.

    "Stop laughing you guys," she said, starting to

    laugh herself.

    She used her paddle to splash water at us all, in

    retaliation for laughing, which ended up in a water fight between all of us.

    When we eventually calmed down from the play fighting, we

    coached Becky on how to paddle and we all set off.

    We spent the whole afternoon exploring around the lake,

    before returning back to the cabin for a well-earned rest.

    We tied up the kayaks, freshened up and all ate lunch

    together at the kitchen table.

    As evening approached, we all stood outside and watched the

    sun go down, whilst drinking a bottle of beer.

    As the sky got darker, Madison turned the deck lights on,

    transforming the ambiance to a warm and inviting glow, casting soft shadows
    across the deck.

    Madison stood by the hot tub.

    "Hot tub anyone?" she asked.

    "I just remembered, I didn't actually bring any swim

    wear, Mads," Becky replied.

    We all looked at each other.

    "I don't think any of us did, did we?" I added.

    "Do we need them?" Madison casually replied.

    We all looked at each other again.

    "What, like everyone get naked?" Ryan said,

    hesitantly.

    "I mean, we're all friends here, right? And it's

    nothing we haven't seen before?"

    Ryan looked at Becky as if to take her lead.

    "Well, I'm game if you are," Becky added.

    I lifted the lid off the hot tub and the steam plumed up in

    to the air.

    "Well, it's definitely warm enough." I said,

    dipping my hands in the water.

    "So, are we doing this?" Madison asked again.

    "Yeah, come on, it'll be a laugh," Becky replied.

    Madison, who was wearing one of her summer dresses was the

    first to make a move. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulled it over her
    head to reveal her matching bra and panties.

    "Come on you lot. I'm not doing this on my own."

    She said, as we all watched her continue to undress.

    Becky was next, then Ryan and I took off our t-shirts.

    Madison was ahead of us and took off her bra and panties. I could see Ryan's
    eyes scanning Madison' naked body.

    Together, the girls were quickest to get naked and left two

    piles of clothes on the deck and climbed into the hot tub.

    "Umm!" Madison said, sinking her body into the

    warm water.

    "Well, come on then you two," Becky coaxed.

    "It's not like we haven't seen your tinkles

    before," she joked, wiggling her index finger like a worm.

    Of course it was true, Becky had seen enough of me naked

    during our threesome after all, but I wasn't too sure if Ryan knew that
    already.

    I pulled my shorts and underwear off in one go, exposing

    myself to the girls and climbed in.

    With the three of us in, we all waited for Ryan to join us.

    "Fuck it," he said and pulled down his shorts and

    underwear.

    While I was grower, Ryan was definitely a shower, his long

    cock dangled between his legs as he climbed into the hot tub. I could see both
    girls immediately fix on it as he climbed in.

    With us all settled in to the relaxing warm water, we passed

    the time talking, every so often, sending one person out to get more beer from
    the fridge.

    "I know, we should play a game," Becky suggested.

    "A game? like what?" I asked.

    "How about truth or dare!" she suggested.

    "Come on, that's a kid's game," I replied.

    "What if we make it a little more adult and anything

    goes, we'll call it Truth or Dare: Hot tub edition," Madison jokingly
    suggested.

    We all looked at Madison, intrigued by her suggestion.

    "Well, I like the sound of this. Boys?" Becky

    added.

    "Okay. We're in," I said, speaking for Ryan.

    "Okay, okay. Who wants to go first?" Becky asked.

    "Shall we go clockwise from me?" Madison

    suggested.

    "Okay, so I'll answer first," Becky confirmed.

    "Okay Beck's, truth or dare?"

    "Um, truth."

    Madison pondered what to ask her.

    "Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?"

    "That's easy - giving," she quickly replied,

    smiling and looking at Ryan and comically pumping her eyebrows.

    It was Becky's turn to ask the question now.

    "Ryan, truth or dare?"

    "Dare please, babe."

    She looked at Ryan and then back at Madison.

    "I dare you... to kiss Madison."

    The dare looked to have stunned Ryan. He looked at Madison

    first and then to me, as if to ask the question are you okay with this.

    I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly.

    "A dares a dare, dude." I said.

    Ryan leaned forward from his seat, with Madison moving to do

    the same. Their head's turned slightly and they locked lips. Ryan's hands
    hovered over her body, almost as if he was afraid to touch her. They made out
    for about twenty seconds before sitting back down again.

    After watching them kiss, I found myself with the answer to

    a question I had asked myself when I had t

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  • Married to a Goddess: Part 1
    Dan Fremont finds himself married to an actual Goddess.

    By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Chapter 1

    Dan Fremont grunted. His head was pulsing with unrelenting pain, and it was the kind of pain that might have killed a small Animal. Gradually, he realized it was nothing more than an intense hangover. It was pulling him away from his dreamless slumber, which annoyed him, thank you very much.

    He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, throwing the sheets over as got up to walk towards the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed tight, not wanting the dreaded sun coming through the window to hit him. So he shuffled along, Every sound seemed amplified with serious annoyance as he sought an end to his pain.

    Though admittedly wanting stuff to end was what got him in this situation, Dan admitted as he grunted, his eyes slowly opening as he reached the bathroom, even the dimmed room feeling too bright.

    Where’s that Advil at? He wondered as he shuffled through the medicine cabinet. He eventually found some Ibuprofen, at least a five-hundred milligram. Version. He was tempted to take the whole bottle at that moment, though he settled on six capsules, that would surely be enough to get him through the day. He tried remembering what happened last night but it came across to him as a blank.

    Fully racking his brain, all he could remember about what happened last night was that he had been off at Succubus, a local strip club his friend Dave took him to. It had been a way of washing his troubles away and, as his friend put it,

    “‘Get you out there, see some good tits, and just let you forget all about Vanessa.’

    He shuddered more as he moved to turn on the water. He waited till it finally warmed up before he began running his fingers under it, then leaned down to splash the water in his face. The warm water brushing against his face was really waking him up as he moved his neck back and forth, resulting in a nice loud pop.

    “Gahh, fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled to himself. Dan stood up and looked into the mirror for a minute, staring at himself. He was a shaggy haired man with lightly tanned skin, heavy blue eyes, his eyebrows a little wild-looking. He wasn’t the most handsome man, but he was decent.. He looked down at his thin body: barely any muscle, with hints of fat around his gut. That was when he noticed something. There was an object on the third finger on his left hand. When he looked closer, he realized it was, in fact, a ring..

    “The fuck?” he muttered as he reached over with his right hand, trying to pull it off. He found he was unable to. He looked again at the golden band, then reached over, grabbed some soap, and lathered his finger. That didn’t work, either. It seemed clear that the ring wasn’t coming off.

    “Fuck, what the hell!” he muttered. The ring wasn’t tight; hell, he barely noticed it. It looked like it would just fall off if he let his hand down. But somehow it was sticking to him like it was actually glued to his finger. This was quite annoying.

    “I’ll figure this out later, maybe get a grinder,” he grunted as he began heading back into his room. He didn’t think much of the ring, assuming it was a joke, something Dave had done to him. Dan stepped back into his room, and suddenly, he saw her.

    She was lying in his bed, the covers over her body. She had pale skin, almost like a porcelain doll, soft cheekbones with ruby red lips that somehow reminded Dan of blood. Her dark hair was short, falling to just below her ears. She was gorgeous, the type of beauty that Dan had never seen before. He quickly assumed that she was way out of his league.

    The woman stirred and let out a light moan, soft and tender as she lifted herself up on her elbows. The blanket slipped off her, revealing a pair of ample breasts with dark nipples. The newly visible skin looked as smooth as her face, without a flaw — no, wait, Dan looked closer and saw a smattering of freckles on her chest as she began raising her arms and yawning.

    Her eyes were opening and closing quickly as she woke up, giving Dan a good look at them. They were storm grey, like thunderclouds. She examined him for a minute, and her eyes softened as she licked her lips.

    “Hmm, hello, darling. Did you sleep well, my handsome husband?”

    Dan’s eyes widened as he wondered why this woman was calling him her husband. He didn’t even know who she was.

    He tried his best to remember who she was, but when he attempted to come up with a name, he came up blank.

    “Um, hi there,” he said tentatively as he looked towards the stranger.

    “Hey, darling, how’s your head? We were drinking quite a bit last night.” She let out a bubbly giggle.. “It’s fine, just hurts a little, But — I’m sorry, but who are you? What happened last night?” He groaned a bit and leaned against the wall. The light coming through the windows was burning his eyes. The stranger giggled again.

    “You don’t remember? Well, I guess I can tell you, sweetheart. Last night you proposed to me, and I said yes. We went off and got married. As for who I am, well, I guess you can call me Annabelle, though the name I was using last night was Diamond.” She giggled more as she got out of bed, revealing she was wearing a white G-string that simply looked erotic on her. Wide hips were showing off a plump ass and long legs that went on nearly endlessly.

    Dan admitted that if his head didn’t feel like it would crack open, he might have been turned on.

    “Diamond… isn’t that kind of a stripper’s name?” he asked without thinking, immediately regretting it. Wincing, he didn’t even notice that the bed was instantly made as she walked over.

    “Hmm, yes, it’s a bit of a stripper name, as you mortals call it, but I found it very nice when I chose it. Plus, you didn’t seem to mind using it last night, now did you, sweetie?” She kissed his neck softly and tenderly. Dan shuddered, feeling as though lightning was passing through his spine.

    42 min
  • Summer Poolboy Benefits: Part 3
    Creative Workplace Morale Boosting

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



    I

    got the pressure washer out and cleaned the area around the lip of the
    pool, then worked on the tile rim. I spent a good bit of the time
    watching her reading a book while she got some more sun. Naked looked
    good on Amy.

    The

    ping of her phone getting text messages, and her constant responses had
    me wondering who she was communicating with, and if I was part of that
    conversation. "Poolboy, could you come over here a second?"

    I

    walked over and was surprised to see her hold up her phone, back
    pointed toward me. "That was all, thanks. And let me know if you need my
    help with anything."

    I

    was putting away the pressure washer when she came over to help me.
    "Looks like you could use some attention," she told me, with a
    meaningful glance below my waist.

    "Lotion first?"

    "Sure, but make it quick. No fooling around, Ok? And take your shorts off first."

    "Got

    it." It only took me a couple of minutes to get her nice and slippery
    again. I still spent more time on her ass and tits than was absolutely
    necessary, but she didn't give me too hard a time over it.

    This

    time she had me sit on a chair, and pulled one of the cushions off so
    she could kneel on it, at my feet. I had only been semi-hard, but the
    act of rubbing her all over, and her sexy positioning had its expected
    effect.

    "Sorry about that last one, you were driving me crazy," she explained, taking my cock in her hand and stroking me slowly.

    "I wasn't complaining."

    "No. I guess not. Still, I thought we could be a little more playful this time. Not be in such a rush."

    "Sounds good to me."

    "There's something I was thinking about. I thought maybe you'd like it."

    "I imagine you're right, whatever it is."

    "Good."

    She reached out for the tanning lotion and squirted a lot at the top of
    her cleavage. She rubbed it around, then leaned forward, wrapping her
    tits around my cock. She pushed them together and moved them up and
    down, sometimes together, sometimes separately. "What do you think?"

    I groaned, holding her shoulders and thrusting between her soft mounds. "I think you are amazing," I groaned.

    "You like it?" she whispered shyly.

    "Incredible."

    She

    watched me, smiling sweetly, while her pillowy breasts pleasured me. I
    had never done anything like it before, but I swore by all that was
    Holy, I'd be doing it again.

    "Is it exciting you? Can you come for me like this?"

    "Definitely."

    "Do you want to hold them? Fuck my tits with your big fat cock? Tell me what you want."

    I

    couldn't even get any words out. I grabbed her soft tits, squeezing
    them together, and thrusting up between them. I spread my legs as wide
    as possible, allowing her to get closer. She giggled when she applied a
    new layer of lotion to her smooth channel. It was different, oily and
    slippery as hell.

    "That stuff is good," I gasped.

    "Fuck my tits, Alex. Use me," she whispered huskily.

    It only took me a minute or so longer to reach the point of no return. "Where?" I gasped.

    "Right there. Come for me Alex. Come on my tits."

    With a groan, I acceded to her command.

    She

    giggled, and rubbed my cock all over the mess I'd made of her,
    spreading my cum around her skin. "I like to feel it on me, feel it
    harden under the sun, tightening, clinging to my skin." She blushed.
    "When you told me you came 5 times thinking about me, all I could
    imagine was laying out in the sun, while you covered me with your spunk
    over and over again, my skin tingling wherever you coated me."

    I

    laughed. "That's a fantasy I think I wouldn't mind working on. I could
    save up for a few days, and see how many times I could come for you,
    back to back to back, marking you as mine."

    33 min

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