erotic stories (part 10)

(Disclaimer: The following stories posted in here are not my own. All of these are the sole ideas of the author. Enjoy reading!)


Darkhuntress #1

This is my first posting guys… I’ll try to write in tagalog as much as possible kasi I find it really erotic reading good stories in tagalog.

First a background about me: I’m darkhuntress, a single mom. Compared sa iba sa inyo, I started late sa sex. Pero elementary pa lang ako I know how to get myself off. How i do it is kinda weird. I found that if I lie on my stomach, put my hand beneath me, near my clit, and move just a little, I get this pleasant feeling. I didn’t touch myself back then because someone (I forgot who) told me it was bad. So I had to device something else. Up to now, I still prefer doing this than fingering myself.

By the way, I’m sharing works of fiction, although some scenes or situations are based from true story. Feel free to comment on my narrative. I want to be a really good erotic writer and maybe get a site of my own someday. So guys and girls, please leave a comment.

Ang unang karanasan na ibabahagi ko sa inyo ay may kinalaman kay Anton. Nakilala ko si Anton sa chatroom. Nag post sya ng message looking for chubby girls na horny. That caught my attention. Simula kasi ng mag college ako ay chubby na ako, mas lalo pa nung manganak ako ang magtrabaho sa opisina.

Tinanong ko sya kung bakit nya gusto ng chubby girl. Ayon sa kanya, nasasarapan syang pumatong sa chubby girls dahil malambot ang mga ito. Isa pa, karamihan sa chubby girls ay matambok ang pekpek at gustong gusto nyang nili-lick ang mga ito. Sa isip ko nun, prospect itong lalaki itong. Subalit hindi naging madali para sa akin ang makipag SEB sa kanya for several reasons. I told him na I have a lot if inhibitions and that natatakot akong mabuntis ulit. My daughter was a result of a one night stand (techically speaking since he wasnt my bf) and nakakatakot makipag sex ulit. Besides, four years na ako walang sex and I might have forgotten how to do it.

Mabait si Anton and he assured me that we wouldn’t do anything I don’t want to do kung sakaling magkita man kami. Sabi ko sa kanya I have to be able to trust him bago ako makipagsex sa kanya. Inabot din kami ng mahigit 1 taon ng pagcha-chat bago napalagay ang loob ko at pumayag na makipagSEB. By this time, friends na rin kami and we share more that just a passion for sex. Usually, heated ang mga chats namin dahil we explore yung mga different sexual experiences and fantasies namin. Natutuwa sya sa akin kasi mahilig akong magbasa ng romance and erotic pocketbooks at palagi ko yun sini-share sa kanya.

Anyway, December 31, 2007. Finally, after several attempts ay nagkita kami. Of course, alam namin na we’re going to have sex that night. Pero madalian lang kasi nga New Year’s Eve. Ako ang pumili ng lugar since wala siyan pasok sa opisina nun at ako naman ay may pasok. Sabi ko ay magkita kami sa Alabang.

When he saw me, he said “Wow. Mas maganda ka pala sa personal. Nahiya naman ako kasi ang panget ko.” Sabi ko naman, “wag ka nang mahiya nandito na tayo let’s get this over with it.” “Di bale, paliligayahin naman kita, yan ang New Year’s Gift ko sa iyo.” sabi ni Anton.

Dumiretso kami sa motel at I paid for half of the 3-hour bill. Kinakabahan talaga ako nun kasi yun ang unang pagkakataon na makikipagSEB ako. Natatakot din ako na baka madisappoint sya sa akin at ako din sa kanya. Buti na lang at may pagka joker itong si Anton at sa elevator ay nagpapatawa sya. Hinawakan nya rin ang kamay ko at sinabing everything will be ok.

Nang makapasok na kami sa kwarto ay agad niya akong hinalikan sa labi matapos kong ilapag ang bag ko. “Nakakagigil ka,” sabi niya. Natawa naman ako kasi parang di naman totoo yun. Marahan lang sa una ang halik niya, habang ang kamay niya ay nasa likuran ko. Nang maramdaman niyang gumganti na ako ng halik ay naging mas madiin ang paghalik niya sa akin, mas dominante. Ipinasok niya ang dila niya sa bibig ko. He tasted sweet and minty, something which I liked, kaya I gently sucked on his tongue. Narining ko ang ungol nya. Natuwa ako dun dahil ibig sabihin ay nagustuhan nya ang gnawa ko.

Samantala, naglakbay ang mga kamay niya mula sa likuran, patungo sa ilalim ng dibdib ko. “Puede ba?,” marahan niyang tanong. Tumango ako at naramdaman ko ang paghaplos niya sa kaliwa kong dibdib. Angisang kamay niya naman ay nilalamas-lamas ang aking puwet. Patuloy ang paglabas-masok ng kanyang dila sa aking bibig habang dahan-dahan niyang hinahaplos ang aking dibdib. Napaungol ako sa sarap, ang tagal ko ng di nararanasan ito.

Maya-maya ay tumigil siya. Tumingin lang ako sa kanya ant nakita kong tinanggal niya ang belt niya. Pagkatapos ay naupo siya sa gilid ng kama at dahan-dahan akong hinatak sa gitna ng kanyang nakabukang mga legs. Inabot nya ang unang butones ng blouse na suot and unbuttoned it. Hinalikan niya ang tumambad na bahagi ng aking dibdib. Isinunod niya ang ikalawang butones at muling hinalikan ang nakatambad na bahagi. Sa pagkakatong ito ay nagsalita ako. “Magsha-shower muna ako. I feel dirty.”

“Sabay tayo?” Ang tanong niya sa akin. “Wag na, di ako sanay eh.” Pumayag naman sya, pero sa isang kondisyon. Siya ang maghuhubad ng blouse ko. Pumayag din ako. At tinuloy nya ang pagtanggal nung ikatlong butones. Akala ko ay hahalikan nya ulit ang na-expose na bahagi ng dibdib ko pero nagkamali ako. Ibinuka niya yung bloue at gnamt ang dalawang kamay niya sa marahang paghimas sa mga suso ko. Sa sobrang sarap ng paghimas niya ay di ko ko mapihgiling mapaungol…

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GOOD MORNING



Nagising ako sa sensasyong aking nadarama. May ginagawa palang milagro ang magaling kong boyfriend sa pagitan ng aking legs! Buong tiyagang nagpapasasa ang kaniyang dila sa aking munting perlas doon. Hinayaan ko na lang siya at muling pumikit. Gusto ko sanang magkunwaring tulog pa rin pero dahil sa sarap ay di ko naiwasang biglang mapaliyad. Napatigil siya at tumingin sa akin.

“Gising ka na pala mahal ko,” ang sabi sabay ngiti.

Nginitian ko rin siya at bago pa ako makasalita ay bumalik siya sa ginagawang pagpapaligaya sa akin. “Oooohhhh”, ang tangi kong nasambit. Grabe talagang sarap ang ginagawa niya, napapikit na naman ako. Gayunman ay tila gising na gising ang buo kong pagkatao.

Sa bawat paglapat ng dila niya ay lalong nagiging sensitive ang aking clitoris. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang pagkabasa ng aking puki. Pinaghalo iyung laway niya at ng likidong lumalabas sa butas ng aking kuwebang minsan ay hinahaplos din ng pangahas niyang dila.

“Shit! Nakakabaliw ka talagaaaa”, sabi kong puno na talaga ng libog. Wala akong tigil sa pagliyad at paghalinghing. Mukhang lalo siyang ginanahan dahil dito at di pa nakuntento sa pagkain sa akin. Unti-unti niyang ipinasok ang daliri niya sa butas ng aking puki. Pinagsabay niya ang pagkalikot doon at pagpapaikot ng kanyang dila sa aking kuntil. “Shit! Shit! Shit!….Ooooohhhh Shiiiit!”.

Lalo akong nasarapan. Gusto kong magwala at sumigaw ng sumigaw! Gusto ko siyang sabunutan pero dahil semi-kalbo siya, napakapit na lang ako ng mahigpit sa kaniyang ulo. Bukod sa pagliyad ko, naiisubsob ko lalo ang mukha niya sa puki ko.

Pero di iyon naging reason para mag-reklamo siya. Kahit alam kong nahihirapan siya sa ginagawa ko, di siya tumitigil. Lumalaban ang loko, parang lalong nabuhayan ng dugo.

“Ang galing mo talagaaa mahaal kooo…ooohhh…”

Dahil sa pamimilipit ko sa sobrang kasarapan, biglang napagdikit ko ang aking mga hita. Lalo kong naramdaman ang daliri niyang nasa loob ko pa rin. Ipinatong ko ang kamay ko sa aking katambukan at ibinuka ng bahagya ang tila labing nakabalot sa aking hiyas. Lumitaw kaagad ang aking clitoris na tayung-tayo na. Bumalik doon ang dila ng aking kasintahan. Ang sarap lalo…walang pagsidlan ang kaligayahang aking nararamdamn.

“Ang saraaap talaagaa….sigeee paaaa…”

Sa bawat sandali ay unti-unti kong nararamdaman ang rurok…ang langit. Parang may gustong magwala mula sa aking puson…o kung saan man yun. Gusto ko na maramdaman ang katapusan pero at the same time, parang gusto kong magtuluy-tuloy lang. Hanggang sa hindi ko na mapigilan…

“Ayan na mahal kooo…ayaaaan naaaa…aaahh”, sabi ko habang di magkamayaw sa labis na luwalhating naramdaman. Langit talaga…

Kasabay noon ay ramdam na ramdam ko ang mabilis na pagtibok ng aking kaselanan pati puso. Di pa rin umaalis ang boyfriend ko sa kaniyang posisyon. Ng medyo humupa na ang pagtibok ay dinilaan uli niya ang clit ko, ilang ulit lang at naramdaman ko uli ang pagdating ng orgasm.

“Ayaaan na namaan mahaaal…grabee ka talaagaaa…”

“Isa pa mahal?”, tanong niya.

“Please…”, sagot kong parang nawawala sa sarili.

At yun nga…”Oooohhh, I love yooouuuu….”, namutawi sa labi ko habang dinarama ang huling tamis ng kaligayahan sa sandaling iyon.

Tumabi siya sa akin at hinalikan ako. Ng nagyakap kami ay naramdaman ko ang tigas na tigas na niyang titi. Itinulak ko siya pahiga sa kama. Natawa siya. Pumatong ako sa kaniya at hinalikan siya unti-unti, pababa hanggang sa tumambad na sa akin ang kaniyang batuta. Tayung-tayo na ito at may lumalabas sa dulo. Ang libog talaga ng mahal ko. Alam ko na ang dapat kong gawin. It’s time to return the favor.

“Ooohhh shiiit”, mahina niyang sambit habang unti-unting binabalot ng aking mga labi ang kaniyang sabik na sabik na pagkakalalaki.

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Hypno Celeb 5: Elizabeth Berkely and Gina Gershonby
By: MAW
MC,FF,CELEB


Not to read by anyone under 18. This story contains explict
descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This
is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like
trying this, seek help.

This story is inspired by a manufactured image at
www.Spiderloom.com/Private. There, you will find dozens of
photos, real and faked, of hypnotized women, many inspiring this
and other stories. Enjoy.


Gina Gershon walked into the small studio, finding the
object of her quest before her. Elizabeth Berkely was kneeling by
a rail set against a mirror inside the dance studio. She was
dressed in a tank top and leotards and seemed to be practicing
her dance moves. Her curly brown hair flowed behind her as she
moved. She had nice long legs and the leotard accented her
growing bosom.

Gina was still amazed that Elizabeth had gotten the lead in
"Showgirls." The last thing she expected was one of those "Saved
by the Bell" twerps to agree to star as a stripper in a movie
that required her to take off most of her clothes. But Elizabeth
had apparently lost any of the excitement she had over the part.
She had refused to disrobe at a recent rehearsal, infuriating
Paul Verhooven. Shooting was scheduled to begin in a week and
Gina had decided to take drastic actions.

She put down her small bag and brushed a hand through her
short dark hair. Her outfit was a one-piece gray aerobic suit.
The studio was mostly bare except for a blue mat covering one
half. Gina walked towards Elizabeth. "Hey," she said. "Paul
wanted me to talk to you."

Sighing, Elizabeth turned to her co-star. "Somehow, I
doubted that you wanted me here just to practice dance moves."

Gina smiled inwardly. Elizabeth was more perceptive than she
thought, if for the wrong reasons. "Look, I know you're nervous
about the nude scenes. Believe me, I've been there. But you're
not going to be believable as a stripper unless you show a little
skin. That's why we got hired, remember? They don't care about
our acting, we're great to look at. Sad but true."

Elizabeth walked over to the matted section of the floor and
sat down. "I know, I know. It's just that I get so nervous when
they want me to take my clothes off. I mean, if this thing's a
hit, a lot of people are going to see me naked. I don't know if
I'm comfortable with that."

"I think I've got a way to help you," Gina said. She reached
into her bag and pulled out a small jewel on a chain. "Hypnosis."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "You're kidding me, right?"

Gina shook her head. "No, really, I've tried it. It does
wonders for you. I've been practicing it on my own. I can put you
under and remove any of these anxieties you have about being
nude. What do you say?"

"I don't know," Elizabeth said, biting her lip.

"It's harmless," Gina said. "And it beats having Paul scream
at you to strip."

"True," Elizabeth admitted. "What the hell, let's try it."

Gina managed to hold in her squeal of delight. "Okay, lie
back and get comfortable." Elizabeth lay on the mat, her hair
surrounding her like a halo. "Okay, just take a deep breath, let
it out and clear your mind. Just relax everything, listen to my
voice and concentrate on this." Gina lifted the amulet and
twisted the chain, allowing the amulet to spin. "Just watch the
amulet and listen to my voice. Relax. Relax every part of your
body. Relax and watch and listen."

Elizabeth watched the jewel intently. It was an orange tear-
shaped jewel that sparkled in the light bouncing off it. Light
waves of color seemed to sparkle before her as Gina continued to
talk. Before long, her voice seemed to dull, become less distinct
and further away. Elizabeth watched the jewel spin and sparkle,
the lights playing into her eyes relaxing her. Very relaxing. It
felt so good to relax and let her anxieties disappear. Gina was a
good friend to do this. A very good friend. Someone to grow close
to. Someone to be with. Someone to trust.

"Yes, Elizabeth, just relax. Let yourself go. Trust me. You
can trust me. You want to trust me. You want to do as I say.
Relax. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into relaxation.
Feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier. They feel so heavy
and you feel so relaxed. Just trust me. Close your eyes and relax
completely. Surrender yourself to me and relax."

Elizabeth's eyes slammed shut as her head rolled to the
side. Gina grinned as she placed the amulet back in her bag. She
leaned toward the entranced girl and spoke softly. "Elizabeth,
can you hear me?"

"..Yes.." came the reply.

"Good. You trust me, don't you Elizabeth? You know you can
trust me. You want to trust me. Everything I want for you is
good. Everything I want you to do is good. Everything I say is
good. Do you trust me, Elizabeth?" "..Yes.."

"Will you do what I say?" "..Yes.."

"Good, good. Then listen to me, Elizabeth. Listen well." As
she spoke, Gina slowly let her hand drag up and down Elizabeth's
thigh, producing a soft moan from her hypnotized co-star.
"Elizabeth, stripping for this film no longer holds any worries
for you. You no longer feel reluctant to strip for this film. In
fact, you want to strip. You love to. In fact, you want to strip
for me whenever I ask you to. As you strip, you feel more
excited, more horny. In fact, stripping makes you incredibly
horny. You want to strip and you want to make love to whoever
you're stripping for. As you strip, you'll feel yourself grow
more and more hot for whoever you're stripping for. When you're
done stripping, when all your clothes are gone, you will feel so
hot and horny, you will need to release that satisfaction
immediately with whoever is present. Do you understand all that?"

"Yes.." Elizabeth said, licking her lips.

Gina nodded. "Open your eyes, Elizabeth." Elizabeth eyes,
unfocused, opened, staring straight at the ceiling. "Strip for
me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth slowly got to her feet and walked to
the dance area as Gina sat back to enjoy the show.

Elizabeth began slowly at first, moving her hips slightly.
Then, the music in her mind began in earnest and she followed it.
She moved gracefully, her feet taking on a passion they'd never
shown before. She danced in place, her body gyrating as she went
through her routine. Finally, she placed her hands under her
shirt and pulled it away. Her breasts came free, sliding down her
chest. They bounced as she continued to move, spinning and
grinding in place. Gina stared at the breasts as if hypnotized
herself. She couldn't believe this was working. Elizabeth was
truly under, stripping and loving it.

Elizabeth felt hunger within her, hunger for sex. It seemed
to increase as her shirt left and the tempo changed. She slowly
lowered her leotard, letting the fabric silk down her legs. She
kicked it away, standing only in a pair of sweat-stained panties.
Gina was going out of her mind. She almost ripped apart her
leotard getting out of it. She sat, nude, watching her spellbound
charge perform for her, a hand furiously moving in between her
legs. Her other hand lightly tickled the tight nipples.

Elizabeth was lost in lust. As she gripped her panties, she
could feel the need for release grow to impossible degrees. She
let her panties fall and threw them away. Her eyes suddenly
focused on Gina masturbating in front of her. With a bounding
step, Elizabeth slid to her controller and gripped her by the
thighs. She placed her head in between the legs and kissed the
hairy patch. She first removed Gina's hand and licked each
finger, tasting her mistress' cum on it. She then moved her face
to the pussy, her tongue jabbing out as she began to lick Gina's
clit. Gina groaned as Elizabeth continued, her tongue lapping
away with fervor. Since Gina had already driven herself half to
orgasm, she soon came, her juices pouring onto Elizabeth's
awaiting tongue.

Gina took Elizabeth by the hands and slowly pulled her up.
She let the girl crawl on top of her until they were close enough
to kiss. Tasting her own cum gave the kiss more sweetness to Gina
as she mouthed Elizabeth. She wrapped her tongue around the other
woman's as they hung together. Breaking away, Gina lay her head
down on the mat as Elizabeth straddled her, her pussy over Gina's
mouth. Elizabeth slowly lowered herself onto Gina, her pussy
covering the entire mouth. Gina was quick to work. She began
mouthing the clit, kissing it in between jabs of her tongue. One
hand gripped Elizabeth's ass while the other ran up her body to
one of the breasts. Elizabeth encouraged her lover, rubbing the
other breast herself while fingering her ass. Gina continued to
push her mouth in until she was rewarded with Elizabeth's cum.

Sighing, Gina pulled herself out from under her co-star.
"Sleep now, Elizabeth." Elizabeth immediately collapsed on top of
her. Gina lightly stroked her long hair as she gave instructions
on how Elizabeth would forget everything when she woke up. She
smiled. Whatever the outcome of "Showgirls," it definitely was
going to be a movie to remember.
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Hypno Celeb 6: Kathy Ireland
by MAW
MC,MF

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explict descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help. Enjoy.

Hawaii is one of the few places left on Earth that can truly
be called Paradise. Lush forests, wonderful beaches, site upon
site, it is untainted by the horrors of industrial society. So,
when one wants to shoot a super-model, one goes there.

Josh set up the camera, ready to shoot. He was in his late-
twenties with dark blond hair, an impressive build and a nice
demeanor. Anyone who thought Josh was all looks was dead wrong.
He was an inventor, a tinkerer who loved making mechanical
devices. His freelance photography earned him enough money to
keep his hobby alive. Today, he had come to test something that
would quite literally change his life, hopefully for the better.

Josh stood beside a small waterfall. It was a breathtaking
spot, one of the feats of nature that can never be copied. A
small pool lay next to lush greenery. Atop the pool, water poured
down the rocks and into the pool, the cascade almost concealing a
small cave behind it. But Josh's attention was directed at
something almost as breathtaking as the scene.

Kathy Ireland stood in a solid green bathing suit atop the
rock formation in the middle of the pool. Her red-tinged hair
hung behind her as she posed for Josh, a smile on her beautiful
face. "Good enough?" she said in her famous squeaky voice.

"That's good, Kathy, that's good." Josh moved to his
waterproofed bag and brought out a smaller camera with an
elongated lens. "Okay, Kathy, come here, I want to try a close-
up." Kathy waded through the waist-high water until she could
climb onto the rocks Josh stood on. She wiped her hair away and
posed with her best smile. "How's this?" she asked.

"Perfect," Josh said. He aimed the camera and hit the
button. Instead of a flash, a beam of light came from the camera,
directed right at Kathy. It flashed in her eyes, a greenish tint
that resembled a spiral. That was the last thought Kathy had
before her concious mind shut off. She swayed in place, her eyes
blank and her features slackened.

Josh grinned. It had worked. A year of designing and
building, but it had been worth it. His camera sent out a special
light beam that coincided with a small sub-sonic scrambler. When
flashed into a person's eyes, the light beam sent the scrambler
system through the eyes and into the brain. It then set an
overwhelming hypnotic message that made the subject all to
receptive to suggestions.

"Kathy, can you hear me?" After an agonizing pause, Kathy
nodded her head. "Kathy, how do you feel? And when you speak,
please refer to me as Master."

"Fine, Master," Kathy said. The trance-like state she was in
was so complete that she felt no qualms at all about it. As far
as her hypnotized mind was concerned, this was exactly the way
she should be. Anything that her master wanted was good for her.
It was right to obey him.

"Kathy, it's hot, isn't it? It's very hot and that suit
feels so tight on you. So hot and tight. Why don't you cool down
and take the suit off? Take your suit off and cool down."

Kathy lifted her fingers under the straps and slowly began
to pull her suit off. As her pert breasts were uncovered, Josh
felt his cock harden immediately. The dark tuft between her legs
was soon exposed and then the suit fell to the bottom of her
lovely legs. She stood, wet and nude, the slight breeze blowing a
few locks of her hair. She stood, awaiting her master's newcommand.

Josh stripped out of his shirt as he spoke. "Kathy, it's
such a nice day for a swim. A swim with me, nude. You feel no
qualms about skinny-dipping with me. In fact, you want to, don'tyou?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good." Josh stood and undid his suit, his cock springing
forward as he undressed. He took special note of the stare Kathy
gave his hard rod. He jumped into the water, the cool temperature
doing little to soften his dick. "Come in, Kathy," he called.
"Come in and join me."

With a grace that would shame an Olympic diver, Kathy threw
her small body into the pool. She emerged, her hair dripping all
around her head. Josh swam forward and embraced her. He kissed
her long and hard and she answered passionately. The hypnotic
command had removed her inhibitions to sex, turning her into a
tigress. She raked her fingernails along Josh's back as he swam
them towards the rock in the middle of the pool.

Josh sat himself up on the rock, ignoring the pain in his
ass. Kathy kneeled in the water beneath him. "Kathy," Josh said.
"Suck my cock." Kathy stood, her breasts dripping as she brought
herself up to her master's crotch. She took the hard member and
placed it inside her mouth. She played with it, dancing her
tongue around it. Josh moaned as she moved her lips up and down
his cock, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Under her careful
handling, Josh soon came in her mouth, spilling cum onto herface.

Josh jumped back into the water, kissing Kathy again. He
leaned her back in the water, submerging her wonderful ass and
back. He moved down her body, first burying his head in between
her breasts, sucking one soaked nipple. He moved down to her clit
and let his tongue enter it. He lapped her pussy, ignoring the
taste of salt water on his lips. He gripped her ass with both
hands, squeezing her buttocks. She groaned in response as he
began paddling towards the waterfall, using her as a board. His
tongue drove deeper into her as he pushed them along. Kathy was
so lost in ecstasy that she didn't even notice when the waterfall
smacked into her face.

Josh moved Kathy through the waterfall and into the cave.
Once they were inside, hidden, he removed his tongue and quickly
pushed her back up. He entered her, his cock slamming into her
clit with reckless abandon. He began thrusting himself in and out
of her, pumping his cock with cum, willing it to infuse her. His
riding after the tongue lick was enough to drive Kathy to orgasm,
shrieking as Josh exploded into her. Josh, his back arched, eyes
closed, could only stand and give thanks for the wonders of
technology.

The next day, Josh was on a plane to England, ready for his
next assignment. He and Kathy had spent a lovely night inside the
hotel. Lovely for him at least. He would remember it. Kathy was
implanted with suggestions to not only cancel all memories of
what had occurred but also to reenter her trance whenever Josh
wanted. Josh smiled. Kathy had been a great field test. Now, it
was time to give his device a real workout. He slipped a pair of
headphones on his head and listened to the song that his next
"clients" had become famous for.

"If you wanna be my lover...."
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Hypno Celeb 8: Emanuelle Beart
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB

Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. This story
contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you,
leave now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. If
you feel like trying this, seek help.

This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Spiderloom.com/Private. There, you will find dozens of
images, real and faked, of hypnotized women. Some have inspired
this, and other, stories. Enjoy the site and the stories.

Maurice rubbed his eyes as the customer left. God, some days
it just didn't seem worth it. He'd spent three weeks searching
for an antique table for a customer, only to have it rejected
because it wasn't the right shade of brown. Passing a hand
through his graying hair, the fifty-year old Frenchman once again
marveled at how life in Paris was far from the paradise he had
imagined when he'd set up the shop ten years earlier. The money
was good, but he had yet to find the line into the elite, the
clientele who could benefit him financially and give him the
recognition he felt he deserved. Until then, he was forced to
cater to the middle-class dealers wanting something to spruce up
the office.

He glanced up again as the bell on the door rang and a woman
stepped through. He recognized her instantly and all thoughts of
boredom were erased from his mind. It was the famous French
actress Emanuelle Beart, one of Maurice's favorites. He felt
somewhat ashamed that her only recognition to American audiences
was as the femme fatale in that idiotic "Mission Impossible."
Beart had as much talent as she had beauty, which meant she was
one of the most talented people in France. Her brown hair was in
a small bun behind her, her green eyes searching the aisles of
the shop. She wore a black shirt and pants with a jacket.

As Emanuelle continued to browse around the shop, Maurice
slowly walked to the door. He locked it, drew the blind covering
it and placed up his "closed" sign. He then made his way behind
the counter, reaching under it. "Mademoiselle Beart," he called.
"I think I may have something you'd like."

Emanuelle turned to the counter, startled that the
shopkeeper recognized her. Fame was something she was still
getting used to. She walked towards the counter, as Maurice
turned on a small light on top of the desk. "I think you will
find this most interesting, mademoiselle," Maurice said. He
produced an antique watch on a chain. The watch had finely
crafted features as well as an elegant scroll on it. It also had
a rather audible tick, clearly heard over the counter. "It's been
with me for some time now," Maurice said. "People seem to find it
nice. Take a long look at it, at the scroll. It's quite
interesting." Maurice raised the watch to the level of
Emanualle's eyes and twisted the chain. The watch slowly spun in
place, catching the light off of the lamp, flashing patches of it
into Emanuelle's eyes.

"Just watch the watch, Emanuelle. Watch it spin gently. Try
to make out the scroll. The intricate scroll. You can see it even
as it spins and flashes. You can see it if you look closely. Look
closely at the watch, Emanuelle and you can see the scroll. You
can watch the light flash gently into your eyes, illuminating the
scroll. You can hear the ticking as well. The nice, quiet,
rhythmic ticking. You can hear it sound off into your ears. It's
so relaxing just to listen and watch. Listen and watch. All you
can see is the spinning watch and the lights glancing off it. All
you can hear is my voice and the ticking. They all relax you. You
feel so relax, so tired. Your eyes are so heavy. It would feel so
good to close them and relax. Just close your eyes, give yourself
to me and relax. You can trust me. Just relax and trust me.Relax."

Emanuelle's eyes blinked and then gently closed. Smiling,
Maurice placed the watch down. This was the third, and finest,
female customer he had "collected" this week. Maurice had learned
at an early age that he had a knack for hypnotism and for using
it well. Perhaps it had something to do with the French's lack of
inhibitions, but he had managed to turn several women into items
of pleasure for a time. But this was the first time he had ever
ensnared a star. "Emanuelle, open your eyes but stay deeplyasleep."

Emanuelle opened her eyes, gazing blankly at Maurice. "Now,
Emanuelle, you are asleep. You are asleep and having a wonderful
dream. A dream in which you are hypnotized and forced to do
whatever I say. It is an erotic dream. You want to do whatever I
say as it makes you feel horny and excited. Do you understand?"

"..Yes.." Emanuelle said in a soft accented voice.

"Follow me." Maurice turned and walked to the staircase
behind the counter. Emanuelle followed him, taking robotic steps
up the staircase. Maurice led her to his small apartment over the
shop. The tiny bedroom contained a single bed and dresser.
Maurice sat on the bed, gazing at the hypnotized woman in front
of him. "Emanuelle, you must do everything I say. Strip."

After a brief hesitation, Emanuelle slowly removed her
jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She undid the buttons on
her shirt and let it fall, revealing a black bra on her pale
skin. She unstrapped the bra, letting her sizeable breasts go
free. Topless, she removed her pants and then her panties. She
stood nude, awaiting her next instructions.

"Emanuelle, come to me." Emanuelle crawled onto the bed
until she reached Maurice. "Emanuelle, remove my pants."
Emanuelle leaned over and undid the belt on Maurice's trousers.
Pulling them down, she then tugged at the underwear beneath.
Maurice's erect cock sprung forth. "Emanuelle, rest on my cock."
Emanuelle straightened herself up and maneuvered her pussy onto
Maurice's member. She sat herself down as Maurice slowly began
gyrating. He shifted his pelvis, driving it in and around
Emanuelle. Emanuelle closed her eyes and began to match Maurice's
rythym. They moved together, Maurice grunting as he felt his
juices pour through, Emanuelle moaning as her pleasure increased.
Maurice pushed himself down as he came, shooting his load into
Emanuelle, who groaned in response.

Emanuelle pushed herself off of Maurice and lay face-down on
the bed. Maurice could hardly pass up a worthy target and
inserted his cock into Emanuelle's ass. She cried as he began
thrusting himself into her. He pumped wildly, desires spilling
forth along his cum as he drove himself into her. Emanuelle's
cries grew louder and finally came to a yell as Maurice orgasmed
into her. She collapsed onto the bed, spent from their encounter.

Maurice pulled on his underwear and pants. "Emanuelle, get
dressed." Once Emanuelle was fully clothed, Maurice took her back
downstairs and to the shop. Unlocking the door and removing the
"closed" sign, Maurice raised the watch back at Emanuelle's eyes,
which instantly followed it. "Emanuelle, listen to me," he said.
"In a moment, I will kiss you. After I do, you will awaken. You
will not remember anything that has gone on here. It will all be
a dream. However, you will have an overwhelming urge to return to
this shop. You will also want to recommend this shop to all your
friends and colleagues, particularly the female ones. You want
everyone to know of Maurice and his shop. Do you understand?"

Emanuelle nodded. Maurice leaned close and kissed her
gently, loving the taste of her lips. As he pulled back,
Emanuelle blinked, returning to consciousness. Maurice smiled.
It looked like good fortune was going to smile on him at last.
****************************************

Hypno Celeb 10: Tia Carrere
by MAW
MC,FF,CELEB

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help.

This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Spiderloom.com/Private. It has dozens of images, real and
faked, of hypnotized women and has inspired this and other
stories. Enjoy.


Tia Carrere flopped back on the couch and put her feet up.
Another talk show finished, another night to recover. She had
been plugging "Kull the Conqueror" for a local L.A. radio show.
It had been a good interview and the station had been nice enough
to put her into a nice hotel. Stretching on the couch, Tia let
out a moan as the day's worries and hurts rolled over her. She
wore a buttoned brown vest with no bra and a pair of jeans.

Her reverie was interrupted by a knocking at her door.
Cursing, Tia stood up and walked over to the door. Opening it,
she saw a young black woman in a pair of slacks and a white
shirt. "Oh, hi, Janice," Tia said. "I was wondering where you
were."

Janice was a secretary for Tia's agent, the woman who made
sure everything went okay for the star. It was usual for her to
travel with Tia and make sure she was settled in okay. Brushing
her long black hair aside, Janice stepped into the room as Tia
went back to the couch. "So, how was the show?" Janice asked in a
husky tone.

"Usual," Tia said. She lay back on the couch as Janice sat
in a seat next to her. "Gets a little boring to answer the same
questions all the time. At least I didn't have to bother with a
film clip."

"I'll take your word for it," Janice said. "Like the room?"

"Yeah," Tia said, gazing around. "Good of them to put me up
here." Her gaze fell on something she hadn't noticed before. On
the glass table next to the couch, directly before her, was a
shiny green amulet, attached to a chain hanging off a small lamp.
The amulet caught the lamp's light and seemed to glow from
within. "Cool," Tia said.

"It is a nice decoration, isn't it?" Janice said. "I like
how it catches the light and shines. It draws your gaze in and
you watch it. You have to watch it. Just stare into it, into the
gem, into its center. You can see how it glows and shines. How it
sparkles. You can see the glow coming off the gem and into your
eyes. It's so nice just to watch the gem, to see the glow. To
look deeper and deeper into the heart of the gem. Deeper and
deeper. So deep now you can see the center. It is a place of
calm, of relaxation. You feel so relaxed now. So very relaxed. It
feels good to be so relaxed, to have no worries or cares. Just to
lay and watch the emerald and listen to my voice. Just to relax.
Relax. Feel so very relaxed." Janice looked at Tia. Her face was
slack, her eyes staring blankly at the gem in front of her.

Janice smiled. Tia was under now. Her plan had worked. It
was worth paying for the room and smuggling in the jewel before
Tia arrived. Tia's mind was open now and ready for suggestion.
"Tia, you feel very warm right now, don't you? So warm, so hot.
Very hot. You feel very hot right now, Tia." Tia withered on the
couch, sweat actually appearing on her skin as Janice's
suggestion took hold. "Yes, Tia, you're so very hot. You want to
rid yourself of this heat. So hot. Why don't you take off your
shirt? Take off your shirt and be rid of the heat. So hot. Take
off that nasty feeling top and you may not feel so hot anymore.
Take it off."

Tia's hands went to the buttons on her shirt. With
hesitation, she began undoing them, fumbling with the shirt, her
gaze still fixed on the jewel hanging in front of her. She
unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it away, letting her breasts
free. Janice sucked in a breath as she saw the large mounds let
loose. "You still feel hot, Tia. Very hot. What about your pants,
Tia? Maybe if you took your pants off, you'd feel cooler. It's so
very hot, you have to get cool. Take off your pants, Tia."

Tia's hands drifted down to her hips and began unzipping her
jeans. Janice watched as Tia undid the button and slowly pushed
her jeans down. Janice took them by the legs and pulled them off.
Clad only in dark panties, Tia lay mesmerized on the couch. "Tia,
close your eyes. Close them." Tia's dark eyes closed. "Tia, your
eyes are closed but you can still see the jewel. The lovely
jewel. The beautiful, relaxing jewel. Keep that image in mind,
Tia. Keep thinking of the jewel. As you think of the jewel, you
can feel pleasure throughout yourself. You feel very horny, very
excited. So very excited, Tia. Just give yourself to these
feelings and relax."

Janice moved onto the couch, straddling Tia. She was a
contrast, her fully clothed body on the naked Tia. Janice moved
up until she was ready to begin. She kissed Tia on the lips, her
tongue moving around her mouth. She continued to kiss as she
placed both hands on Tia's breasts and slowly massaged them. She
continued to rub them, pinching the nipples as she and Tia
kissed. Tia responded with slow deliberation that heightened the
pleasure.

Janice moved down, Tia's body, placing herself over the
breasts, massaging one while kissing the other. The other hand
she placed onto Tia's clit and slowly moved up and down it. Her
fingers danced over the pubic hair, darting in and out of Tia's
clit with careful precision. Tia was not Janice's first subject
and the black woman had learned long ago how to manipulate her
hypnotized lovers. She moved her index finger in and out of the
clit, hearing Tia groan. The massaging, coupled with the breast-
play, had Tia's fogged mind in ecstasy. Janice moved down Tia's
body, coming to the clit. She replaced her finger with her tongue
and began lapping at Tia's pussy. As the entranced star groaned,
Janice drove her tongue in and out, slurping the juices that
flowed harder from Tia. Tia's entire body arched as she came onto
Janice, her yellow cum contrasting with the dark face.

Janice raised herself of Tia, wiping her face with a
handkerchief. "Tia, get dressed," she commanded. As Tia put her
shirt and pants back on, Janice went to the washroom and cleaned
her face properly. She walked back into the room where Tia lay,
eyes closed. Janice took the emerald off the table and put it
into her pocket. "Tia, listen to me. When I count to three, you
fall into a deep and restful sleep. When you awaken, you will not
remember anything that has occurred since you came back. You will
not remember me or anything that happened between us. You simply
came back to your room and went to sleep. Do you understand?" Tia
nodded. Janice smiled as she went to the door, opening it. "One.
Two. Goodnight, Tia. Three." Janice shut the door and headed back
to her room. There were times she really loved this job.

******************************



Hypno Celeb 14: Jenny McCarthy and Carmen Electra
by MAW
MC,FF,CELEB

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. Do not
attempt this at home. If you feel like it, seek help.

One of the most requested ideas yet. I'm still taking them.


Carmen Electra sighed as the director yelled "Cut!" Another
episode of "Singled Out" was in the can and as usual, Carmen was
dead on her feet. Having fifty single, horny guys pawing at you
while you screamed your lungs out did that.

Carmen began heading to her dressing room, shaking her head.
She had about an hour and a half to get ready before she headed
over to tape a segment for "Baywatch." Well, she wanted fame. Now
she had it in spades.

Just before she came to her dressing room, a young man
walked up to her. He was in his early twenties with dark hair and
an odd smile. Carmen recognized him as Jeff, one of the
stagehands who had been working for the show since it began.
"Hey, Carmen," Jeff said. "I know you're busy, but I need to show
you something."

Carmen opened up her dressing room door and stepped in, Jeff
behind her. "Is it really important, Jeff? I haven't got a lot of
time."

"Okay, first, I was wondering what you thought about those
tapes I sent you." About a week earlier, Jeff had given Carmen
some tapes she had asked for as part of an upcoming MTV special.

"Oh, yeah, thanks, I listened to all of those. I think they
really helped me out."

"Good, good," Jeff said. "I was wondering, for the special,
could you do me a favor? Could you wear this?" Jeff held up an
emerald disk attached to a chain. Carmen stared at the amulet as
Jeff began to speak. "It's a gift. I thought it would look good
on you. I think it'll attract attention. The way it glows and
shines in the light and the way it catches you eye. I really
think you'd like it. Just watch the way it turns and spins in the
light, the way it sparkles. It's so enticing to watch."

Carmen's eyes were fixed on the slowly spinning medallion,
her facial muscles relaxing. Jeff forced himself not to smile.
The subminimal messages he had placed in the tapes Carmen had
listened to had lowered his resistance to the induction. He could
have brainwashed her completely with the tapes, but he got such a
kick out of putting her under himself. He continued to talk in a
soft monotone. "It's so relaxing to watch, Carmen. So very
calming. You feel so calm and secure right now. As you watch the
medallion sparkle and shine, you feel so relaxed. You feel very
sleepy. Very, very sleepy. So very sleepy. Just let yourself go,
Carmen. Let your eyes shut and go to sleep. Just shut your eyes.
You know you want to. Shut your eyes, go to sleep and listen to
me."

Carmen's eyes shut as she swayed in place. Jeff smiled.
"Carmen, you are asleep. You are asleep and having a dream. A
wonderful dream. A very sexy dream. You feel so sexy now, so
aroused. You're feeling very turned on, Carmen. You want sex and
you want it bad. Do you understand?"

"Yes.." Carmen whispered as she licked her lips. Jeff moved
forward and kissed her. She kissed him back hard, nearly biting
his lip in half. He pushed up her skirt and grabbed her ass. She
wore no panties, as per his instructions. His commands had
removed her inhibitions and aroused her sexuality. Now that he
had her under his power, Jeff could put in motion a plan that had
been building for months. If all worked well, this would only be
the first step.

Embracing Carmen, Jeff continued to kiss her even as he
began pulling off his pants. Once his hard cock was exposed, he
inserted it into Carmen's clit and began pushing into her. Still
standing, he and Carmen made love, continuing to kiss as he
moved his cock in and out of her. He would have loved to have
been able to take his time, to do this longer, to tease with
her magnificent breasts, but she had to be on time for her taping
so as not to arouse suspicion. However, if she had done what he
wanted, he'd have time for her and more. The thought passed
through his head and gave him the push to shoot his cum into her,
eliciting a gasp.

They stood for a moment, Carmen collapsing onto him. Gently
stroking her hair, Jeff pulled himself out and quickly pulled up
his pants. "Carmen, did you perform your other task for me?"

"Yes," Carmen whispered.

"Good, good," Jeff answered. "Now in a moment, I will snap
my fingers. When I do, you will awaken. You will not remember
what has happened here. However, you will remember your task to
perform tonight. You will also remember that if you ever see that
medallion again, you will once again fall asleep and obey my
words. Remember that, but nothing else." Jeff gently kissed
Carmen and smiled in expectation as he snapped his fingers.

Jenny McCarthy sighed as she walked into her hotel room.
Seems that MTV had cooked up a crazy crossover idea. First,
Carmen did an appearance on Jenny's sitcom. Then Jenny did a
guest shot on "Baywatch." Finally, the two would get together for
a special for MTV. Well, if it boosted her image more, Jenny
would go along with it. She tugged at her one-piece blue outfit
that she was wearing and decided to add something to it. Sitting
in front of her bathroom mirror, she brushed her long blond hair
out before thinking about what makeup to put on. A knock on the
door interrupted her thoughts. Grunting with exasperation, Jenny
headed to the door. Opening it, she saw Carmen standing before
her, wearing a white robe and brushing her dark wet hair. "Sorry
to bug you," Carmen said. "But I need to borrow some makeup. Just
got out of the pool."

Sighing inwardly, Jenny moved aside. "Come on in, I've got
the entire Revlon line here." Carmen moved to the counter,
looking over the various makeup items scattered around. "You
know, you could use a different eyestyle," she said as she picked
up a brush. "It would bring out your eyes better."

"You really think so?" Jenny asked. She kind of liked
Carmen, not surprising considering that the two had a lot in
common. Playboy models to "Singled Out" hosts to stars in popular
TV shows. Not to mention they were two of the most beautiful
women on the planet. Sitting on a chair across from Carmen, Jenny
allowed the other woman to begin brushing at her eyes.

"I really think this will help," Carmen said as she gently
moved the brush around Jenny's face. "I like doing it myself. I
just brush around my face. My chin, my cheekbones, my forehead
and around my eyes. I just like the way the brush feels moving
along my skin. So smooth, so gentle. Just nice, gentle brushes
along the skin. Around and around. So gentle, so soothing. Very,
very soothing. It helps my eyes. You can see my eyes, can't you,
Jenny."

Jenny nodded. Her eyes were firmly locked onto Carmen's and
a small "o" was forming on her lips. "Yes, look at my eyes,
Jenny. Look into them. Deeply into them. Just keep gazing into my
eyes as you feel the brush. Just keep looking deeper and deeper
into my eyes. It's so relaxing, so soothing. You can feel
yourself growing tired as you look. So tired. It's all right,
it's fine. Looking into my eyes and feeling the brush move on
your face. You feel so very, very tired. You feel like sleeping.
You feel like going to sleep. A wonderful sleep. As you gaze
deeper and deeper into my eyes, you feel so very sleepy. All you
want to do is close you eyes and sleep. And as you feel the brush
touch your eyebrows, your eyes will close. You'll close your eyes
and go to sleep."

Carmen touched each of Jenny's eyebrows with the brush.
Jenny's eyes instantly closed as her head slumped down. Carmen
continued to move the brush along Jenny's face as she moved a
hand to one of those shapely thighs, visible under the skirt of
the dress. "You're asleep, Jenny. Asleep and so very, very
content. You can still feel the brushing on your skin, the
soothing feeling. It's so soothing, Jenny. So soothing. It makes
you feel very relaxed and very calm. It's so calm just to listen
to me, to trust me. Just listen to me and trust me, Jenny. Trust
me and you can stay asleep and relaxed. Do you want that?"

"..Yes.." Jenny whispered.

"Stand up, Jenny," Carmen commanded. Eyes closed, the
hypnotized blonde complied. "Take off your dress." Jenny undid a
strap, letting the dress fall to the floor around her. She was
nude underneath. Carmen let her gaze drift down that wonderful
body, its full breasts and the blonde clit. "Very good, Jenny.
Now just let yourself go and let me take care of you." Carmen
stood and undid her robe. She was also nude, her darker skin and
hair almost the only difference between her and Jenny. Taking her
charge by the hand, Carmen moved her to the bedroom and lay her
down onto the soft sheets. Straddling her, Carmen kissed Jenny,
gently at first, then with more excitement.

Embracing, the two women pressed against each other. Carmen
moved her head down, kissing Jenny's breasts, suckling on nipple.
Jenny moaned in pleasure, her fogged mind not truly understanding
what was happening. Carmen buried her head in between Jenny's
breasts as her hand moved down her smooth belly and came to the
clit. She placed two fingers inside the lips and began massaging
them, slowly moving them in and out of Jenny. Continuing to
suckle on nipple, Carmen expertly massaged Jenny's pussy,
beginning a series of soft moans. Carmen moved her mouth away
from Jenny's tits and moved down to her pussy, her hands gripping
the tender thighs as she placed her mouth under Jenny's clit. She
began lapping at Jenny's pussy, licking up the juices that began
to spray out. Jenny's entire body bucked as she came, spilling
cum onto Carmen's face.

Moving off of Jenny, Carmen was about to begin another
orgasm when a knock came at the door. Cursing, Carmen quickly
moved to the door. She opened it a crack, hiding her nude body
behind the door. Looking out, she saw Jeff standing before her in
a white robe. Before she could say anything, Jeff held up the
medallion. Carmen's eyes instantly shut and she gave no
resistance as Jeff walked into the room. He ran a hand down
Carmen's chest, feeling those glorious breasts, before heading to
the bedroom, Carmen following him like a dog following his
master.

Jeff stopped before the bed and looked at the mesmerized
Jenny straddled on top of it. "Instruct her, Carmen," Jeff said.
"Jenny, you must do everything Jeff asks of you just as you must
do as I ask you," Carmen intoned. Jeff took off his robe, his
muscular body gleaming with oil, his hard cock protruding out. He
crawled onto the bed and moved up Jenny's body. The tapes had
worked as well on her as they did on Carmen. Kissing the over-
excited star, Jeff could feel Carmen climb onto the bed as well.
Jeff ignored her, kissing Jenny, feeling those lips locked around
his, the reward for months of watching her tease all those men.
He let his tongue drag along her breasts before he inserted his
cock into her. He began slowly, shifting around, letting himself
move into her.

As Jeff began fucking Jenny, Carmen felt like joining the
fun. The entranced actress straddled herself on Jenny's face, her
pussy an inch from her mouth. Moving to lick her own lips,
Jenny's tongue touched Carmen's clit. The sweet taste of the
aroused Carmen gave another thrill to Jenny. She placed her
tongue inside Carmen's pussy and began licking. She moved her
tongue around, pushing it in and out. She was trying to match two
rhythms: Carmen slowly shifting on top of her and Jeff thrusting
himself in and out of her. Each time Jeff rammed his cock in,
Jenny's tongue dived deeper into Carmen. By the time Jeff shot
his load into her, Jenny was going out of her mind with ecstasy.
She gasped as she orgasmed and swallowed the cum that spurted
from Carmen's mouth.

Jeff grinned wildly as he withdrew himself from Jenny and
moved towards Carmen. He had two gorgeous women to himself for an
entire weekend, each willing to do anything for him. And his dad
had said that nothing would come out of working for MTV.

**********************************

Hypno Celeb 38: Kim Basinger
MC,MF

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Privatepages.com. All suggestions/scenarios and comments are
welcome. Enjoy.


Kim Basinger frowned and pulled up the black dress she wore.
She was trying outfits out for the Oscars while Alec was at a
production meeting. Getting an outfit was bad enough, but the
fact she might actually win an award added to the pressure. Her
blond hair flowed past her shoulders and she kicked off the high
heels she wore, throwing them onto a growing pile near the
closet.
She paced the living room of her house, trying to keep her
breathing even. It wasn't until she'd won the Golden Globe that
the possibility of an Oscar for "L.A. Confidential" became real.
She suddenly found herself wishing she was among the regular
celebrities in the crowd, the ones who could watch in patience,
not having to worry about the pressure. It was overwhelming and
she knew, win or lose, she was going to cry when the award was
presented. If she didn't, she'd burst.
A knock on the door interrupted Kim's musings. She walked
through the palatial living room and opened it to see a young man
wearing a white shirt and shorts standing there, a dress bag hung
over his shoulder. His blond hair was apparent under his cap and
he seemed in good shape. "Ms. Basinger? I'm Tim. I was sent to
deliver some outfits to you?"
"Oh, right, come on in," Kim said, standing aside so Tim
could enter. "Just throw those on the chair, that'll be fine."
"Nervous about the big night?"
"Does it show?"
"I've delivered to women in your position before. I've seen
them all nervous. Well, except for Juliette Binoche, Marisa Tomei
and Anna Paquin. Go figure."
"Any advice?" Kim said, taking a deep breath.
"Well, whenever I get nervous, I use this." Tim reached into
his pocket and pulled out a small medallion attached to a chain.
Kim looked at it as it caught the light. It seemed to be a
kaleidoscope of some sort, patterns of color moving in lines,
merging together. "What does it do?" Kim asked.
"It helps me take my mind off things," Tim explained. "See,
the patterns move slowly and gently. Very soothing, very
relaxing. You see them and you're caught instantly. You watch as
they pulse and move, pulse and move, like wonderful windmills of
color. You watch as they move, around and around, in and out of
one another. The colors shift and merge, shift and merge. It's so
relaxing just to watch the pretty waves turn, so relaxing. So
soothing. It just feels so good to let all the worries drift
away. Away with the wonderful waves."
Kim's eyes were firmly fixed to the medallion, her face
slightly flushed, but relaxed, her breathing even as Tim's words
took hold. "So relaxing, Kim, so soothing. Just keep watching the
waves of color, watch them swim and merge, swim and merge and you
feel so very, very relaxed. All your worries are leaving you,
Kim, all your tension is leaving you. No more pressures, Kim. You
don't feel any more pressure or worries or tension. You feel calm
and serene. Do you like that feeling, Kim?"
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes stuck to the medallion.
"Good. Keep watching the waves, Kim. Watch the waves and
listen to my voice and you won't have any more tension. You feel
so relaxed, Kim. Very relaxed. You feel sleepy, Kim. Very sleepy.
It's all right, let it come. Don't fight it. You don't want to
fight it. You want to sleep so much, Kim. You're so sleepy. You
can't keep your eyes open any longer. You have to sleep. You want
to sleep. Just let your eyes close, Kim. Let them close and fall
into a nice, wonderful sleep."
Kim's eyes fluttered closed and her head slumped onto her
chest. Smiling, Tim pocketed the medallion and continued to speak
in a low, commanding tone. "Kim, are you relaxed now?"
"Yes."
"You like being this relaxed, Kim?"
"Yes."
"Would you do anything I say if it makes you feel this
relaxed, Kim?"
Her inviting lips went into a slight frown.
"Kim, you feel so relaxed, so at ease. You'd do anything to
stay this relaxed, Kim. Isn't that true?"
".Yes.."
"You will do anything I tell you to in order to remain this
relaxed, wouldn't you?"
"Yes.."
"If I told you you were feeling very excited, you'd feel it,
wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"If I said you were feeling horny, you'd feel it, wouldn't
you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to fuck you, Kim?"
"Yes.."
Tim was completely undressed by this point, his hard cock
ready to plunge into Kim. He began to slip the dress off of her,
pushing it down her shoulders and waist. She wore no bra and as
he slid off her dark panties, he let his hands feel her smooth
skin. For a 45-year old woman, she was in beautiful shape. He
took her by the neck and kissed her. She was slow to respond, her
reactions dulled by the hypnotic state she was in, but she did
manage to answer him, wrapping her tongue around his and pressing
herself against him. He felt her breasts pushed against his chest
and he nearly came as his cock touched her thigh. But he held
back, waiting.
He took her into the bedroom, placing her by the bed.
"Kneel," he commanded. She obediently went to her knees on the
mattress. He stuck his hard member in her face and gave her a
command. "Suck it." She took the rod in her hands and began to
mouth it, pushing it down her throat. He moaned as he felt her
hands on his ass, the nails touching the asshole. He pushed
himself forward slightly, as if willing his semen along. She
licked the tip of the cock, tasting the long tendrils of cum that
begin to come out of it. She pulled it down deeper in her throat
and her lips tickled the cock as she did. He shot his wad down
her throat and kept his cock inside until she had swallowed it
all.
He pushed her onto her back and straddled her. Her breasts
weren't huge, but they were enough for him to play with,
squeezing the mounds as he plunged his cock into her pussy. She
moaned with delight, her arousal turned on full blast by her
entranced state. He began to pump her, his cock sliding in and
out of her vagina as he went to work. He kissed one nipple as he
continued, thrusting in and out of the blonde star, enjoying her
increasing cries as she felt herself build up. He pushed her
deeper into the bed as he felt himself building to release,
kissing each of her breasts in succession. He brought his face to
hers and gave her a long, wet kiss. They were kissing when they
orgasmed, their cries muffled as they shoved their tongues into
each other's mouths. It was an incredible feeling for both.
Pulling his cock out, Tim glanced at his watch. Damn,
Baldwin's meeting was going to be ending soon and he couldn't
stay here. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped off
Kim's mouth and clit. "Kim, follow me." He led her back into the
living room and had her put her dress back on. "Kim, when the
door closes, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that has
happened here. If you do remember anything, it will simply be a
dream about Alec. A dream. The dresses have just been delivered
and that is all you will remember. Understand?" At Kim's nod, Tim
moved forward and gave her a kiss to remember her by. He then
walked out, shutting the door behind him. He went back to his
van, shaking his head. "I love Oscar season."

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Authors name: Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
Story title : A Christmas for Carole

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A Christmas for Carole
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
An erotic tale for adults only. (mf)

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It was a beautiful library. Two walls of dark wood
shelves held numerous books and knickknacks and the
sort of awards and honors and sporting trophies that a
successful man earns in a lifetime. The room's wood
paneled walls were decorated with hunting prints and
landscapes. There was a rock-faced fireplace hissing
with the flickering flames of gas logs. At one end of
the room was large wooden desk stained to match the
walls and shelves. Seated at the desk was a middle-aged
man. He looked fit and trim with a full face and dark
hair that was highlighted with silver highlights. The
man was absorbed in the information he was gleaning
from a computer monitor that took up a corner of the
desk.

At the other end of the room a door opened and a woman
appeared in the doorway. She struck a little pose, one
hand resting high up on the doorframe and a leg, bent
at the knee, thrust in front just a bit. She smiled
seductively at the man behind the desk, but her smile
was completely lost on the man, who never looked up. In
fact he looked up neither when she daintily cleared her
throat, nor when she gave him a full phlegm-clearing
rattle.

"John," she called, managing to draw out the single
syllable into a low, seductive three-note love call.

"Hmmm?" John said, finally raising his head. His gaze
fell across the room to his wife. In her mid-twenties,
two decades younger than her husband, the tall blonde
looked stunning. She was wearing a red babydoll
negligee trimmed with white fur-like marabou around the
neckline and hem. In one hand she held a small bottle
of wine and two glasses. "Carole," he smiled, "you look
good enough to eat."

Carole gave him a shy smile and then she pirouetted,
revealing nothing in the way of underclothing when the
hem of her babydoll swirled up. She curtsied and said,
"Eating me is sort of what I had in mind, good sir."
Then she grew more serious, "John, it's Christmas Eve.
She held up the wine and glasses to eye level. The fine
crystal made a tinkling sound. "Can't you set aside
time from your business for a little fun?"

"Unfortunately babe, business competition doesn't
recognize holidays, but if you'll pour the wine, I'll
be there just as soon as I finish this report."

Carole saw her husband turn his attention back to the
computer screen. In a second he was completely
engrossed. She sighed; it was as if she hadn't been in
the room at all. Shoulders slumped; she turned and left
the library, softly closing the door behind her.

John continued to read until the words began to blur on
the screen. He leaned back in his chair and massaged
his eyes with his fingertips. He rubbed his hand across
his face, trying to wipe away his weariness. Just one
more page and he would finish the report and then he
could go to bed. John leaned forward and peered back at
the computer monitor.

"Hello John," said a menacing, dark haired woman from
the screen.

"Ha!" cried John, jerking upright in his chair. The
woman on the screen was his long dead first wife,
Markie. She was dressed in a hideous orange nylon over-
stuffed winter coat and on her head was a pink stocking
cap with a purple ball at its crown.

A dozen things went through John's mind. His computer
wasn't running the Internet browser, so it couldn't be
some sort of transmission. He didn't have any pictures
of his former spouse in the computer. In fact, he
couldn't remember any time when she would have been
dressed like the woman on the screen. Was this some
kind of joke? He continued to stare in amazement at the
image on the screen. He and Markie hadn't had a
particularly exciting marriage. He'd worked at building
a successful business. In fact he'd worked a lot and
made a pile of money and spent what little free time he
had on the golf course. Markie had seemed content to
spend her fair share of that pile of money on herself
and run their social life. They had rattled on like
that for years, childless, and sort of content with
their own separate lives until Markie made an ill timed
left turn into the path of an eighteen-wheeler and John
became a widower.

"Come on John, say something," commanded the woman on
the screen.

John reached for the keyboard.

"This isn't a chat room John, just talk to me."

"You can hear me?" asked John, his voice a couple of
octaves above normal.

"Obviously I can hear you. I'm not a program, John. I'm
the spirit of your loving wife."

"Uh...OK Markie, why are you here, and..." he gestured
at the screen, "why on earth are you wearing that awful
coat and stocking cap."

"I've been sent here to try and redeem some part of
your shriveled soul. And as far as these clothes are
concerned, you know, you wear in death those things you
make for yourself in life."

John frowned at the thick winter clothing, "I don't
remember you being particularly cold natured when we
were married."

"For goodness sakes John, it's a metaphor. These awful
things show how I became frigid in our marriage. And
frankly, I blame you."

John became defensive, "I know our sex life was sort of
hit and miss, but I always did my best. I didn't get a
lot of practice. You were hardly ever in the mood."

"Are you kidding? Maybe I would have been in the mood
more often if you had spent more time at home instead
of the office. In fact, when I was in the mood, as you
put it, I practically had to tackle and rape you before
you could run back to work." Markie took a deep breath
and waved her hand in front of her face. "Never mind
that, the time for our relationship has passed. Now
listen, three more spirits will visit you tonight. I'm
sure you know the drill. Maybe you'll learn something."

John had regained some measure of composure and he was
a little miffed at being blamed for their poor marital
life. He knew that he hadn't been a great husband, but
he'd done his best. "Come on Markie, I don't want to
waste sleep on this Dickensian stuff, can't you just
make your point now?"

"Sorry John, the powers that be just called me in for
the intro'. Actually, most of my spirit is about a
thousand universes over that way." She jerked a thumb
over her shoulder. "I'm studying to become a minor
deity. I only wish the sentient beings there didn't
have such an awful shade of green skin. "Oh well," she
began to fade away. "Good luck, John." She disappeared.

John groaned. Was this some sort of waking dream
brought about by too much work? Would he be scared
witless out of his sleep three times in one night as
the spirits invaded his bedroom? And how about Carole,
would she sleep through all these visitations? He
paused. Carole. What was he was supposed to remember
about Carole?

"Ahem."

John shivered, startled once again. There was another
figure on his computer screen. It was a nice looking
young lady dressed something like a flight attendant.

"Hello, I am the Spirit of Christmas past. We feel..."

John interrupted, "Can you hear me?"

She tossed her auburn hair and looked a bit testy. "Of
course I can hear you. Now if you please, I have a long
night ahead of me."

"Sorry," mumbled John.

"No problem." She gestured to her right and a blank
window appeared on the screen. "Now, as I was saying,
we feel that, like a lot of men, you have some issues
with intimacy. This episode, from a Christmas in your
past, should give you insight into those issues."

John hated the word issues used in that context, but he
kept his mouth shut and dutifully watched as a picture
appeared in the screen window. Almost immediately he
recognized the scene that it revealed. He'd been
sixteen years old. It was Christmas Eve sometime in the
mid-nineteen sixties. His parents, who were real
partygoers, had insisted that he accompany them to a
dinner with friends. John had been pretty sure that
since he had just received his driver's license that he
was along as a chauffeur for his hard drinking parents.

There were three married couples at the dinner - John's
parents, the Halls and the Leathermans. Also present at
the party was Kay Leatherman, the daughter of their
hosts. Kay and John were in the same grade at the same
school but rarely shared classes.

There were plenty of before dinner drinks for the
adults and John found himself sitting with the men in
the Leatherman's comfortable den. John nodded his head
and smiled at the older men as they managed to blend
politics, the Vietnam War, football, the space program
and car maintenance into an alcohol blurred
conversation.

After dinner the men headed back to the den and the
television for a football game while the wives
adjourned to the kitchen with a bottle of wine. John
was about to accompany the men when he heard Kay hiss
his name. When he turned to look, Kay was curling a
finger at him in a come here gesture. He followed the
girl down some stairs to a family room in the basement.
The main feature of the room was a pool table that
stood at its center. There was also an old couch and a
black and white television as well as the odds and ends
and junk that a family collects.

Kay smiled, "I thought maybe you'd had enough of the
adults."

"Yeah," said John, "they were getting pretty wasted."

"Would you like a drink?" she asked conspiratorially.

"A drink?" echoed John. He'd never had anything
stronger than a sip or two of beer, but he knew he
wasn't about to refuse Kay. She wasn't the prettiest
girl in school, but she certainly had nothing to be
ashamed of. She was of average height, with dark,
straight, shoulder length hair. She was wearing a red
and green tartan mini-skirt and a matching green
sleeveless turtleneck blouse with a thin gold chain
necklace. "Uh...sure," agreed John, "I'll have a drink,
that is, if you are."

"Of course." Kay moved some junk that was in front of a
low cabinet and opened it. She removed a bottle that
proved to be half full of bourbon. Kay disappeared into
a small bathroom and reappeared a minute later with two
glasses nearly filled with a bourbon and water mix.

She handed one of the glasses to John. He didn't want
to take a cautious little sip in front of Kay. So his
first gulp was twice as much as he had intended. His
first thought was, gahhh...how can anyone possibly
drink this stuff? And then the burning started. He
gasped. Of course that was a mistake. The fumes he in
haled made him cough and his eyes began to water.

Kay's eyes were laughing at him, but she managed to
keep a straight face when she said, "Maybe I made yours
a little too strong."

"Maybe," was all John could manage to gasp. But soon he
realized that once the burning got past his throat, the
bourbon produced a pleasant sensation. The warmth
flowed down to his stomach, and then to his surprise,
it seemed to sort of swell and tickle his penis.

"Drink up," said Kay, "we don't want anyone to catch
us."

John held his breath and gulped down the rest of the
drink. He could feel his face begin to flush and he
felt as if his senses were beginning to sort of ooze
away from his brain. After Kay put away the bottle and
glasses she grabbed a cue stick and said, "Lets play
some pool."

John readily agreed and they rolled into a game of
eight ball. Kay claimed that she hardly ever played and
proved it by clumsily rolling the balls around the
table to little effect. John didn't care. He spent the
time he wasn't shooting by positioning himself to look
at the generous amount of leg Kay showed every time she
bent over the table.

After John won the first game Kay smiled and said, "I
lost, does that mean that I have to make us another
drink?"

"Oh yeah." John was enjoying himself. Between the
liquor and Kay's skin show he was a little light headed
and sported a nice hard on.

They downed another drink and started another game. Now
they giggled at every miss and flubbed shot. John's
cock was achingly hard. He took to giving it a little
rub whenever Kay bent over the table.

Suddenly she straightened up in the middle of lining up
one of her shots and looked over her shoulder at John,
"Are you looking at my butt?"

"Oh...nooo," said John, holding up his right hand, and
crossing his heart with his left.

"Oh...OK" said Kay, with a little disappointment in her
voice. She returned to her shot.

"I've been too busy looking at those beautiful legs to
notice your butt." Oh God, thought John. Is this what
liquor does to you? He couldn't believe he'd had the
nerve to say that.

Kay flattened out on the table, shaking with laughter.
She finally managed to say, "Well stop it and show me
what I'm doing wrong."

John felt as if his fuzzy mind was just along for the
ride as his body walked up behind Kay. He had the
feeling that he'd seen this scene in a movie. He slid
his warm hands down the length of Kay's bare arms until
his hands rested on hers and his hard on nestled onto
her firm butt.

"You see," he spoke softly into her fragrant hair,
"you're holding onto the cue much too firmly with your
left hand." He moved the fingers of her left hand into
a looser position. "The cue," he whispered as he slid
the cue back and forth by guiding her right hand with
his, "should move in and out, in and out like this."
With each thrust of the cue he slid his erection up and
down and side to side on Kay's tight butt.

"I think I'm getting it now," said Kay. "Let me give it
a try."

John slid his hands back up Kay's arms, but he wasn't
about to move his burning body away from hers. He moved
his hands underneath her arms and cupped her breasts.
All John could feel was the sensation of the fabric of
Kay's blouse slipping over her bra, but he thought it
was the sexiest thing in the world.

Despite all of John's help - or perhaps because of it -
Kay missed her shot. The two teens straightened up. Kay
turned and looked into John's eyes. "No fair," she said
in a throaty voice. Her hand slid down between their
bodies until the back of Kay's had was brushing against
John's erection. "Let's see if you can shoot with my
body all over yours."

"Sounds fair to me," said John. His alcohol-fueled
libido kicked into high gear and John leaned forward to
Kay give a sloppy, wet kiss. At the same time he
grabbed her hand and mashed Kay's palm against his
stiff member. Kay's responded enthusiastically. Her
tongue went into John's mouth and her fingers danced
all over the bulge in his pants.

The result of which was that John creamed in his jeans
right then and there. He couldn't help it. He felt hot
cum streaming over the head of his cock and warming his
groin. John broke off their kiss and jumped back in a
panic. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked Kay franticly.

"It's over there," she said in a confused voice as she
pointed to a door in a corner of the room.

John rushed into the bathroom and managed to clean out
his under shorts before the wetness could stain his
blue jeans. He looked at himself in the bathroom
mirror. God, he was such a weenie. Did Kay realize what
had happened? She was probably out there laughing at
him right now.

Back in his library the older John protested to his
spirit guide on the computer monitor, "Hey, I was only
sixteen. I couldn't help it if I popped off like that."

"That's not where you went wrong John." She pointed to
the long ago scene on the screen. John's younger self
bolted out of the bathroom and without so much as a nod
to Kay, he ran up the basement steps back to the adults
and their party.

"It would have been nice if you'd stuck around," said
the spirit. "After all, it would have taken
you...what...five minutes at that age to be hard as a
rock again? And you wouldn't have left poor Kay
standing there, wondering what she'd done wrong. She
liked you. She would have made a nice girlfriend for
you."

Before John could say anything else the image of the
Spirit of Christmas past on his monitor faded away. "Oh
well," he mumbled, "I wonder when the spirit of
Christmas present will show up."

There was a tap on his shoulder and voice behind him
said, "How about now."

John yelped and he would have leaped out of his chair
except that his thighs slammed into the bottom of his
desk. "Oh damn," he moaned as he struggled out of his
chair. The spirit who had been on the screen was now
standing in his library, in the unsubstantial flesh, so
to speak. "What are you trying to do?" complained John.
"Give me a heart attack?"

"Sorry," said the spirit. "We wouldn't want you to have
a heart attack, at least not yet," she said in a non-
joking tone of voice.

"Does this mean that you're going to be all three of my
spirits?"

"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all, " I can
change my appearance if you like." Suddenly, the spirit
was an eight-foot tall monster with six-inch fangs
hanging from her upper jaw.

"No, no that's all right," cried John. He was relieved
when the spirit returned to being a petite female.
"Ahem...well..."said John as he stood and rubbed his
sore thighs. "Since you're now the spirit of Christmas
present I suppose we must visit some Christmas Eve
party or other."

"Correct," said the spirit. "It's nice when my clients
are familiar with the agenda." She touched the sleeve
of his shirt and suddenly, frighteningly, and without
moving his legs John felt himself accelerating toward
the fireplace and its flames. Before he could cry out
though, they had passed through the flames unharmed and
John opened his eyes to see his downtown business
office.

There was indeed a lively Christmas party in progress.
Someone had placed a small, decorated tree on the
office conference table and all around the tree were
wrapped packages. One end of the table was devoted to
hors d'oeuvres and a generous supply of liquor.

John smiled, "I'm glad to see everyone is having a good
time." The office workers passed by John and the spirit
without giving them so much as a smile or nod. "I
suppose no one can see or hear us?" John asked the
spirit.

She gave him a thumbs-up and a sarcastic little smile.

"Well what's the matter with this?" asked John
defensively as he gestured to the revelers. "I paid for
the party. I even picked out the gifts personally for
some of the senior staff."

The spirit shook her head. "You were very generous, but
you could have stayed an hour after work to attend the
party. Even though you're their boss, most of these
people like you. They would have felt even closer to
you if they could have thanked you for the party and
presents."

John frowned, "Look I spent a lot of time and money on
these people, besides I'm sure Ms Smathers, my
assistant, has me covered quite nicely." He looked
around the office. "Where is Ms Smathers? I don't see
her. Don't tell me she's still working."

"Let's go see," said the spirit as she once again
touched John's sleeve and another wall across the room
rushed at them.

"Damn," cursed John. "There's a door right over there.
I wish you'd..." He stopped in mid-complaint at the
scene before him and the spirit. They were in the small
room that housed the office's sophisticated
printer/copier and shelf after shelf of office
supplies. The room was usually the domain of an intern
or trainee hired by Ms Smathers. In fact, a trainee and
his trainer occupied the room. Ms Smathers was seated
on the edge of an office chair, her skirt around her
waist. She had her panties in one hand and a bottle of
vodka in the other. She had a ridiculously large
Santa's elf hat pulled down over her ears. Between her
legs, on his knees, was the trainee. He was a handsome
young African-American who was doing his best to bury
his face in her crotch.

"Oh yeah," Ms Smathers cried out. She took a swig from
the bottle and hunched her hips lower in the chair.
"Eat that pussy my black stud."

"Eat that pussy my black stud?" echoed John
incredulously. "I didn't think the old girl had it in
her." John chuckled, "She's having a merrier Christmas
than I thought she could."

"Yes...well," said the spirit quite primly. "It's
obvious that Ms Smathers is not covering for you, as
you put it. Now let's move on."

This time John managed not to flinch to badly as they
seemed to pass through the wall of the office.
Instantly they emerged into John's bedroom. When he saw
Carole lying on the bed, John smacked himself on the
forehead and groaned, "Oh shit, I forgot Carole was
waiting on me."

The spirit just shook her head. Carole was still in her
very revealing lingerie, but evidently she'd given up
on John. The bottle of wine remained unopened. There
was a stack of papers on the bed and Carole was marking
them with a red pen. "That's a lot of woman to forget,"
said the spirit.

"You're telling me," agreed John. "She's not only
gorgeous and a talented athlete. She's a school teacher
and she manages my charity foundation."

"And she picked you to marry."

John shrugged, "Yes, she's twenty years my junior and
she could have had any guy she wanted. But," he sighed,
"I'm very rich and..."

The spirit mumbled, "They always stay in denial until
the end." She didn't merely touch his sleeve this time;
she grabbed John's shirtfront in her fist and yanked
him through the nearest wall.

There was a flash of light and John was blinded by
glare until he realized that he was squinting into an
early afternoon winter sun.

He blinked his eyes until they cleared and he could
look around. He and the spirit were standing on the
porch of what he called his 'little mountain cabin'. It
was actually the former hunting lodge of an outdoors
club. The lodge could house twenty people comfortably
and it was situated in the middle of a thousand acres
of private forest.

The door to the lodge opened and Carole stepped into
the cool afternoon air. She was wearing a golden fox
faux-fur coat of mid-calf length and she was carrying
what looked to be a bronze urn in the crook of one arm.

She walked to the edge of the porch and placed the urn
on the rough-hewn railing that had prevented many a
drunken visitor from a nasty fall. For a long moment
she stared out at the breathtaking view of the dark
mountain peaks that receded into the distance.

John and Carole had shared that view many times, but he
couldn't take his eyes away from the bronze urn. He
asked the spirit, "Do I dare ask what or maybe who's in
the urn?"

When he didn't hear an answer, John turned and looked
at the spirit. Where her mouth should have been, there
was smooth skin. "Oh...yeah" said John. "The spirit of
Christmas future doesn't speak."

He got another sarcastic thumbs up from the spirit.

John turned again when he heard the door to the lodge
open once more. And even though he was spending time
with a time traveling apparition, John thought that
what had just come through that door was the most
startling thing he'd seen that night. A man in his
early twenties had emerged from the lodge. He looked
around and when he saw Carole he began to walk toward
her. He was tall and trim and looked as if he spent
hours in a gym every day toning each and every muscle
in his body to perfection. And John knew that because
the young man was totally naked. His blonde hair fell
to his shoulders and he tossed it back carelessly as he
walked across the porch with a dancer's grace.

John shook his head in admiration. You sure had to hand
it to the guy. Not many men could walk around naked
like that with total nonchalance. Even that erect penis
he was sporting seemed perfectly natural.

Of course the capper to the moment was the fact that
coming out of the door right behind the blonde stud was
another guy who looked just like him. It had to be the
first young man's identical twin. Identical except for
a slight droop in the manhood department, that is. A
condition he was working handily to correct.

The first man reached Jane's side. He very delicately
opened the front of her coat. It became apparent to
John that underneath the coat Carole was as naked as
the man.

The blonde stud cupped one of Carole's breasts as he
kissed her. At first it was a soft, gentle brushing of
lips, but then he pressed on and John quickly began to
wonder if the man was trying to get absolutely all of
his tongue down Carole's throat.

Finally the kiss ended and as the young stud tickled
the head of his penis in the fur of Carole's coat, he
spoke to her. "Please come back inside my dear. This
cool air will make things shrink that should never grow
smaller."

Carole smiled slightly at his joke. "You boys go keep
the bed warm. I'll be there in a minute."

The man closed her coat, kissed Carole on the cheek and
then he and his twin padded back into the lodge.

Carole sighed deeply and lightly caressed the top of
the urn. "John," she said, looking at the metal
container, "I think I'll leave you here on the porch
for a while. I hope you don't mind, but I'll feel more
comfortable if you're out here while they're in there."
She shook her head, "I'd much rather be spending my
Christmas with you. I'll never love another."

She touched the urn once more. "OK...later we'll ride
out on the ridge and I'll spread your ashes like I
promised." She took a deep breath and glanced over her
shoulder at the lodge door. "But right now I'm going to
go chase away my blues with two very expensive sex
toys." With that she made her way back inside.

John looked stunned. He sat down heavily on a nearby
chair and then lowered his head until it was resting on
the porch railing. The rough wood of the railing bit
into the side of his face, but John didn't notice. He
gazed at the urn and asked the spirit, "I guess this
isn't too far in the future. Is it? I mean Carole
doesn't look much older."

"Beep," intoned the spirit.

"Beep?" echoed John. "OK, so you can't talk, but I
swear I've learned my lesson," he said.

"Beep," intoned the spirit once more.

John closed his eyes. Lights began to strobe beyond his
eyelids. "Please," begged John. "I just want to go
home."

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep," said the spirit.

John jerked upright with a gasp. Suddenly, he was back
in his library. The side of his face ached and John
realized that he had passed out, face down, on the
computer's keyboard. The beeping and flashing lights
had come from the computer complaining about his abuse
of its keys.

So I'm back, thought John. Or had it all been a dream?
He thoughtfully rubbed his fingertips across the little
dents in his cheek. Were they computer key dents or
rough wood dents? If it had been a dream, it had
certainly been a real one.

Across the room an antique clock chimed the midnight
hour. It's Christmas day, thought John. He wasn't going
to ignore Carole for another second, or ever again he
amended. He opened a drawer in his desk and withdrew a
small package wrapped in gold paper and sealed with a
Christmas ribbon. The package contained a diamond
bracelet for Carole. The cost of the present had made
John, even with his deep pockets, hesitate before he
handed over his credit card.

John was almost out of the library before he slowed to
a stop, turned and went back to his desk. He put the
bracelet back in its place, quietly closed the drawer,
and then he nearly broke into a run as he hurried to
the bedroom.

Carole was still there. She had fallen asleep as she
graded papers. Apparently she had felt a chill in her
sleep because she was all wrapped up in a comforter and
her student's papers. The papers crinkled with each
breath she took.

John carefully pulled back the comforter. He gathered
up all the papers and stacked them neatly on the
nightstand along with her marking pen. Then he bent
over and kissed Carole lightly on the forehead and
whispered, "I love you."

He kissed the bridge of her nose and whispered, "I love
you." He kissed her eyes and cheeks and lips with an,
"I love you," between each kiss.

He was about move on to more erotic areas when John
felt Carole's cool arms slide around his neck. "Merry
Christmas," he said softly. "Would you like to open
presents now?"

"Oh John," she said in an emotion filled voice, "you're
the only present I really want."

John gave her warmest smile he could manage. He knew in
his heart, finally, that she meant every word.

End
************************************

Amelia's Naughty Stories
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Amelia, a school girl with something extra, attracts
the attention of her beautiful teacher. (MF, FF, voy,
mast, herm)

***

Lila lay back on her bed. She had a forearm across her
eyes and she was moaning softly. Her long chestnut
brown hair fanned out on the pillow. Her D-cup breasts
rose and fell in time with her moans. Past her flat
tummy and between her long tapered legs a head topped
with short black hair worked feverishly at Lila's
shaved pussy.

"Fuck, yeah," cried out Lila as she grabbed at the dark
hair of the other woman. Pulling her face tight against
her wet cunt, Lila rode out her orgasm, writhing and
bucking against the tongue that had invaded her pussy.
When her orgasm subsided, Lila rolled over onto her
side and scrunching the pillow under her head. She
watched as Patricia, her face covered in vaginal
juices, retreated to the bathroom.

Patricia was the physical education teacher for
Roosevelt High. She certainly looked the part. Her
short, black hair was cut in a style more suitable for
a boy, and she had practically no tits or ass on her
slender frame.

Lila must have dozed off because the next thing she
knew, Patricia was standing next to the bed in her
slacks, knit shirt and athletic shoes. "I cleaned up
the bathroom," she said in a shy, eager to please
voice.

"Mmmph," said Lila into her pillow.

"Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow, then," said
Patricia.

"Mmmmph," agreed Lila. She rolled over and was back to
sleep before Patricia could get out the door.

Lila was the English teacher for the advanced students
as Roosevelt. She was also the school's resident sex
goddess. In bare feet she stood just over six feet
tall. Her thick, luxurious chestnut hair fell nearly to
her waist. Using Patricia as her personal trainer, as
well as sex toy, she stayed seriously fit. Although she
dressed conservatively for school, in more revealing
outfits, her smooth, bulging muscles were quite
evident. No one with her outstanding bust line and
curvaceous hips would ever be called trim.

The bell sounded for the end of the last class of the
day, and Lila followed the last of her students to the
classroom door as they rushed out. It was her job to
monitor the hall for any wrong doing as the students
streamed out of the school. She didn't mind this part
of her work. It was amusing to see how the students
reacted to her presence.

Most of the boys ogled her figure as they hurried by.
The very few that caught her eye always quickly looked
away. Most of the girls gave her an envious or jealous
glance as they passed by, but there were others who
smiled up at her with meek expressions. They were like
Patricia, they looked eager to please, almost
worshipful.

It took only a few minutes for the rushing river of
students to become a trickle. Lila returned to her
desk. She still had an hour or so of work. She pulled
out her laptop and began to fill in the paperwork that
went with her classroom work. She was typing in a
series of test scores when there was a gentle tapping
on her open door.

She looked up to see Cathy Phillips, the school
principal. Cathy was an average looking woman in her
forties. She had severely permed dark hair and today
she was wearing an unflattering, tweed suit. Cathy
could be a real ball buster when aroused to anger, but
she always seemed to be quiet and restrained around
Lila.

"Do you have a minute?" Cathy asked.

"Certainly."

Cathy came into the room and took a seat at one of the
student's desks. "Something's come up, and I'm hoping
that you can help me with it."

"What's that?" Lila asked. She sat back, crossing her
legs and giving the principal her attention.

"The school board's computer Compliance Coordinator
found something on one of the machines in the library,"
said Cathy.

Lila nodded. The coordinator, better known as the
'computer Nazi,' visited the local schools and checked
out the computers in order to make sure that the
students weren't doing anything they shouldn't. He was
actually a nerdy young man named Rodney who always had
a cup of coffee in his hand. He had the annoying habit
of explaining technical matters at a thousand words a
minute, and then looking faintly confused when people
couldn't keep up.

"Somebody stored a couple of partial short stories on
the computer's hard drive. They deleted the stories,
but of course nothing is erased on a drive until it's
overwritten. The coordinator's snooper program picked
them up." Cathy reached into a pocket of her jacket and
brought out a floppy disk and held it up for Lila to
see. "I have a copy of the stories. They're hardly more
sexually graphic than what you find in the romance
section of the local book store, but the coordinator
had to make a report to the board, and now I have to
make a reply."

"How can I help?" asked Lila.

"The coordinator couldn't tell who wrote the stories.
The computer is a stand alone and the student didn't
have to sign in to his school network account. So I was
hoping that you could read the stories and see if you
recognized the writing style. I'm assuming it was one
of your juniors or seniors." She stood, handing the
floppy out to Lila.

Lila eyed the piece of plastic thoughtfully. "So what
will happen to the student?" she asked.

"I'm thinking some term of expulsion," said Cathy, "the
school board will be expecting that."

And you certainly wouldn't want to disappoint the
board, thought Lila. It was no secret that Cathy's next
step up the school administration ladder was to be the
district superintendent. She took the floppy and said,
"I'll take a look at it and get back to you."

"Tomorrow's Friday and I'm going out of town, but I'll
be in the office on Saturday. I'd like to have this
wrapped up by Monday."

Lila frowned at the arbitrary deadline. Cathy wanted
the student tried and hung by sundown in order to make
herself look good. "I'll read it tonight," she said
levelly.

"Good," said Cathy, looking at Lila's cloudy face.
"Well, I'll see you later, then," she said, suddenly
sounding nervous as she backed out the door.

**

Lila walked into her bedroom. She was wearing a soft
yellow silk robe and carrying her laptop. She fluffed
up the pillows on her king sized bed and sat back in
the center with the computer on her lap.

Patricia padded into the room on bare feet. She was
wearing sweats and a tank top. "You're going to work?"
she asked, clearly sounding disappointed.

"Yeah," Lila sighed, "some student's left a series of
naughty stories on one of the school computers. Cathy
wants me to figure out who-done-it by reading the story
and seeing if I recognize the writing style."

"Ohh… naughty stories," said Patricia with a giggle.
"Can I read along?"

"I suppose," said Lila. She brought up the first story
on the computer's screen as Patricia snuggled to her
side.

Lila and Patricia read:

**

Emma's story.

The spacious office was comfortably cool. The late
afternoon sun, filtered through the darkened windows,
shown on two men. Marcus Fields sat behind his desk
with a phone to his ear. "So you're going to approach
Charlie tonight?" he asked in his soft southern drawl.
He nodded absently at the answer. The conversation went
on for a few minutes, and ended when he said, "OK,
honey, let me know how it turns out. Bye."

Fields glanced from the phone to the younger man
sitting across the desk. "Alright, your man got Black
to pick Emma, she's in."

Adam Fuller nodded. "I'm glad to help. It's hard to
believe that you can't take this situation to the
Justice Department."

Fields pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his
eyes. "Four straight Republican administrations have
gutted business regulation. Justice won't touch a case
of industrial espionage unless it's wrapped up with a
pretty, pink bow. First we have to establish a
connection between Black over at Deville and whoever
he's got in my company."

"I'm sure that Emma will be able to do her part," said
Fuller.

"Do you know my daughter?"

"We worked together in Columbia," said Fuller. He
shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "We were close…very
close. She was working for me when she almost got
killed."

"I see," said Fields.

**

Charlie Reed rested his elbow on the bar, and then he
rested his head on his fist. His co-worker, Sam, droned
on about something or another while Charlie looked over
the happy hour crowd at the local watering hole. The
place was full of business types unwinding from their
day. He shifted his weight on his bar stool, suddenly
aware that he had a full bladder from the beers he had
been drinking. He held up his finger in front of Sam's
face and said, "Hold that thought, I have to go to the
men's room."

Charlie made his way between the tables in the bar and
stepped into the bathroom. Harry's Bar and Grill, that
was the name of the watering hole, was known for its
restrooms. Locals had been known to bring their out of
town friends here, just to see the expression on their
faces after a trip to the bathroom.

Charlie walked past the sinks and stalls and stood at
one of the urinals. He pulled his cock from his pants
and unleashed a stream of used beer. Once he had things
flowing, he peered through the darkened glass that
began at chest level and made up the top half of the
wall beyond the urinal. At that point he was looking
into the woman's restroom next door.

A young woman on the other side of the wall was looking
back at him. At least it seemed as if she was looking
at him. Due to a trick of lighting in the ladies room,
the sheet of glass was used as a mirror as well as for
its main purpose of providing a peep show for both
sexes. The young woman swept a strand of auburn hair
behind an ear, and then pointed a finger directly at
Charlie. She made a brushing gesture at her cheek.

Charlie tentatively reached up and brushed at his own
cheek. He felt something fall away. It must be a crumb
from the corn chips I've been snacking on at the bar,
he thought. The girl smiled, nodded, and then turned.
Charlie enjoyed the view as she walked away. The girl
was wearing a yellow summer dress that showed off a
healthy looking athletic figure.

Charlie's bladder finally emptied and he put away his
cock. He washed his hands and checked his face for more
crumbs in the conventional mirror above the sink. He
wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world but he was
tall, slim and had at least average looks.

As he emerged from the restroom, Charlie came face to
face with the girl in the summer dress who had just
come from the ladies room. "Hi," he said, "thanks for
your help."

"No problem," said the girl, "there's nothing worse
than coming home and realizing that you've had food
plastered to your face or a booger hanging from your
nose."

Charlie barked out a laugh. This girl was funny as well
as cute. "Can I buy you a drink to thank you?" He
really wasn't in the habit of trying to pick up girls
in bars, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Well, I'm supposed to meet someone," she said, and
then a ringing sound came from her purse. She pulled
out her cell phone and checked its display. "Here he is
now."

Charlie gave her a smile and wave. He turned to go back
to the bar; he didn't want to eavesdrop on her
conversation. He was surprised when the girl grabbed
his sleeve and held him back. Her end of the phone
conversation was terse. Clearly, she wasn't pleased
with whoever was on the other end.

"Well," she said as she snapped her cell closed and
stuffed it back in her purse, "apparently I'm free for
that drink you offered. My date's cancelled." She
looked thoughtfully at Charlie. "Or, if you have the
time, I have a reservation at a restaurant around the
block. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

Charlie grinned at her and said, "Let me go tell my
friend that the prettiest girl here has asked me out to
dinner. I'll be right back."

The restaurant turned out to be small and exclusive.
The head waiter greeted them as if they dined there
nightly and showed them to a table. They settled on a
glass of house wine and an appetizer to open the meal.
After the wine was poured, Charlie raised his glass and
said, "Hi, I'm Charlie Reed."

"Oh," the girl said, startled. "I guess I should have
introduced myself. My name is Emma Peel."

"Nice to meet you, Emma," he said. "We might as well
get right to the trite questions. What do you do for a
living?"

"I'm an intra-city courier," she said, after sipping
from her glass.

"You're one of those guys who go zipping around on a
bicycle?" he asked.

"No, too slow, I use a motorcycle."

"Oh my God," said Charlie, "you're one of those
kamikaze pilots."

"That's me," she said with a grin.

"I've always envied you guys, running up between the
lanes of traffic, breaking all the rules." Charlie
said.

"Yeah, it's all fun and games until I'm sliding down
the street on my ass at sixty miles per hour."

"That's happened to you?" he asked, surprised.

"Not yet, I'm too good," she said confidently. "But my
boss keeps telling me that it will if I don't slow
down. So, what do you do?"

"I do computer programming for a company called Hanes &
Fields. We do high-tech research and development," he
said.

"Sounds interesting," said Emma, "what are you working
on?"

"It's an application that will allow free form
interaction between different groups of mass actors
with disparate programming protocols," Charlie said.
What he had just said was all gobbledy-gook. He was
actually working on some stuff his company hoped to
sell to the military, and he couldn't talk about it.

"That sounds interesting," Emma said, sounding
mystified. "I'm sure that it will be very helpful – to
someone?" she ended lamely.

"It's not a bit interesting," he said with a laugh.
"But thanks for saying so."

They talked all through their meal. Charlie was
absolutely captivated. Emma could talk about anything.
She cracked jokes, and even better, laughed at his. She
flirted shamelessly, and then acted as if she hadn't.
He was beginning to send up silent prayers that whoever
had broken his date with her wasn't a steady boy
friend.

He was about to ask if he could take her home, or at
least get her number, when she said, "How would you
like some dessert?"

Charlie looked down at his plate and then back at Emma.
"We just finished a chocolate something-or-another that
had enough calories to keep us alive for a week. What
other kind of dessert did you have in mind?"

Emma smiled at him with a gleam in her eye and said,
"Follow me."

Charlie trailed Emma's swaying hips through the dining
area and down a flight of stairs. The restrooms for the
restaurant were in its basement. But Emma stopped short
of the bathrooms in front of a door that was marked for
employees only. She glanced around as if to see if
anyone was looking, and then opened the door and
beckoned for Charlie. He followed her into a small room
with harsh florescent lighting. There were wine racks
against the walls and cases of liquor stacked on the
floor. "We shouldn't be in here," he said.

Emma put her hands on his chest, and then ran them up
to his neck. She drew his head down and gave him a
long, hard kiss on the lips. "No, we shouldn't," she
said with a salacious grin when they drew apart. Then
she was kissing him again, with her tongue in his mouth
and her hand on his crotch.

Between the wine and Emma's flirting Charlie had
enjoyed a happy glow in his cock all evening. Now it
blossomed into a full steel erection at her touch. "We
could get caught," he said, even though he sincerely
didn't want her to heed the warning.

Emma reached behind her back. There was the sound of a
zipper opening, and then Emma shrugged off the straps
of her dress to reveal two perfect breasts. They were
full and rounded with tapered areolas peaked with perky
nipples. She took Charlie's hand and rubbed his palm on
one of those nipples. Emma quietly moaned in pleasure
and said, "The fear of getting caught makes me horny as
hell."

Charlie growled deep in his throat. He didn't want his
hand to ever leave her warm, firm breast. He wrapped
his other arm around her waist and drew her body close.
Their lips and tongues mashed against one another
frantically. Charlie found himself dry-humping his
turgid cock against her hips.

Emma broke off their kiss and whispered, "Just a
moment, baby." She reached beneath her loose skirt and
a second later there was a wisp of panties in her hand.
She looked around and then took a seat on the edge of
some stacked boxes. She pulled her skirt up to her
waist and then looked Charlie in the eye. "I'm already
hot and wet for you," she said eagerly as one of her
middle fingers disappeared into her shaved pussy.

Charlie's eyes were as big as saucers. All thoughts of
being caught, indeed, any sort of thinking in general
left his brain. The only thing he wanted right now was
to get the head of his aching dick past that pretty
pink slit. In seconds his pants and shorts were around
his knees. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist as he
leaned forward. His knees were bent, his back was
arched, one hand grabbed at a wine rack for support. It
was a painfully awkward position for a fuck. But none
of that mattered when he felt her hot, wet flesh engulf
the head his cock.

"Oh, that's it," moaned Emma.

Charlie plunged his cock as far as possible into Emma's
tight cunt. He began to hump her as fast as he could
manage. More than once his cock slipped out. Once it
painfully skidded down the front of the box on which
Emma sat. But somewhere in the back of Charlie's mind,
he was very pleased with himself. He hadn't shot off
like a firecracker like he usually did at this level of
excitement. Maybe it was his aching muscles or all the
wine he'd had at dinner, but he was lasting much longer
than usual.

Suddenly, Emma's legs tightened around his waist. She
grabbed at his shoulders as her head lolled back and
her mouth stretched open. Her breath came in hollow
gasps and her cunt milked at his thrusting cock. He
couldn't help himself; Emma's orgasm triggered his
release. He grabbed her hips and fired shot after shot
of hot cum deep into her pussy.

When his dick finally stopped twitching, he looked up
to see Emma grinning at him. "I didn't mean to make you
work that hard," she said.

Charlie felt a drop of sweat roll off his nose and land
on his chin. "It's worth it," he said with a smile.

"It was wonderful," agreed Emma. "But we better get
cleaned up and back to our table before they think we
skipped on the bill."

Charlie practically staggered across the hall and into
the men's room. He splashed some water on his face and
took a few minutes to get his breathing under control
and his clothes straightened. He made his way back to
their table, but Emma wasn't there yet. He took his
seat, assuming that she was still in the restroom.

Their waiter approached and turned over Charlie's
coffee cup. As he poured from a steaming carafe, the
waiter said, "The young lady ordered coffee and paid
for your meals. She said to tell you that she had a
wonderful time, however she had to leave."

Charlie was stunned. He looked about the dining room to
see if he might catch Emma before she left, but she
wasn't there. He looked up at the waiter and said, "I
didn't even get her phone number."

The waiter raised one eyebrow as if to say, yeah you
really screwed up, pal. But all he said aloud was:
"Perhaps you would like some cognac with your coffee?"
**

The next day at work, Charlie spent about one minute at
work for every ten minutes he spent thinking about
Emma. He winced every time he remembered that he had no
easy way to get in touch with her. As lunchtime neared,
he considered using his time to call each of the
delivery services in the area until he found her. He
was actually reaching for the phone, when it began to
ring.

"Charlie Reed speaking," he said into the handset.

"Charlie, it's Emma," he heard.

"Hey," he said, "I missed you last night."

"I'm sorry about that," she said, "something came up,
but I'm here to make it up to you now."

"You're here?"

"Yeah, I'm down in the lobby. I wanted to see where you
work and take you to lunch," she said, "but the guard
down here won't let me in."

"Hang on, I'll be down there in a minute," he said.

Emma wasn't hard to spot as he approached the security
desk in the lobby of his building. She was wearing a
light gray motorcycle riding suit. The material fit her
like another skin. Her auburn hair fell in gentle curls
to her shoulders. If anything, she looked sexier today
than she had last night. She was holding a pair of
sunglasses that she twirled about by one of its
earpieces.

"He wouldn't let me come up to see you," she said,
nodding at the security guard as Charlie approached.

"He's not supposed to let you," said Charlie, "besides,
my office is nothing to look at."

"Oh, come on, It'll let me get to know you better."

Charlie shrugged mentally. His office was off limits,
but there was really nothing of a sensitive nature to
see. All of his work was on his computer and it was
password protected. Charlie looked at the security
guard. "OK, Gordon? Just a quick look around, then
we'll be gone to lunch."

The security guard was an elderly, retired policeman.
He had thin white hair and looked as if a giant had
squashed the features of his face together between
thumb and forefinger. "It's up to you," he said to
Charlie. He picked up something that looked like a
child's plastic ball bat, and walked around his desk
toward Emma. "I'll have to wand you first," he said.

"I don't think it'll fit," said Emma with a smirk at
Charlie.

"Like I haven't heard that one a thousand times,"
grumbled Gordon as he ran the sensor wand around Emma's
shapely figure.

Gordon put the wand on his desk and picked up a plastic
visitor pass. The pass was about three by five inches
with an alligator clip on one end. He handed it to Emma
and said, "Wear this some where visible at all times."

Emma took the pass and looked down the front of her
aerodynamic suit. After hesitating a second, she pulled
the zipper of her jacket down until she revealed a
white scoop-neck tee shirt and a bit of cleavage. She
clipped the pass to her zipper tab so that the pass
dangled in the air beneath her breasts.

"Like this?" she asked Gordon, innocently.

Gordon looked as if he had just bitten into a lemon.
"Whatever, young lady, just be sure that you give it
back when you leave."

"I like him," said Emma as she and Charlie left the
security station.

When they got to Charlie's office, he said, "Hang on a
second, I have to unlock the door." Emma watched
Charlie as she leaned against the wall and held the tip
of the earpiece of her sunglasses thoughtfully against
her pursed lips. He took his employee identification
tag, that hung around his neck on a lanyard, and swiped
it through the slot on a keypad next to the door. Then
he tapped in a series of numbers on the pad and the
locked clicked open.

She followed Charlie into his office. It was a room
about ten feet on a side. Two unfinished I-beams ran
the length of the room near the ceiling. One wall was
taken up by a desk and shelving. On the opposite side
of the room was a large display panel that was
currently acting as a window. It looked as if it were
showing the view from a camera on the top of the
building.

"Well, I love what you haven't done with the place,"
said Emma as she glanced around the basically bare
room.

Charlie laughed and shrugged. "I'll have to admit, I'm
not much of a decorator."

Emma pointed to a corkboard above Charlie's desk. There
was a calendar as well as notes and business cards
pinned there. "I don't see any pictures of a wife,
girlfriend or children." she said, half asking a
question.

Charlie grinned and said. "Is that what you came in
here to see?"

"Well, a girl likes to know these things," she said.
"Some plants and couple of wall hangings would make
things more homey in here." She took him by the arm.
"But for now, let's go to lunch. I have a treat for
you."

Emma flipped her visitor's pass back onto Gordon's desk
with a wink and a smile at the guard as they passed his
station. She and Charlie left the building and
immediately found themselves next to Emma's bike. She
had parked it on the walkway leading to the building.

"You couldn't find a parking space?" Charlie asked.

"Right here," said Emma, waving at the bike as if it
were perfectly obvious that she should have parked it
on that spot.

"Oh, well, right," said Charlie, giving into her
flippant attitude. He looked over the bike. It was
larger than the street racer bikes that he had seen
zipping around town. There was a storage area above the
rear wheel. Obviously, a courier would need something
like that. All in all, the bike looked too big for
someone of Emma's size.

"What kind is it?" he asked. There didn't seem to be
any sort of decal or badge.

"It's based on an old Honda design, but it's been
beefed up. It has a twenty-k motor and a power cell
that will last for a week, plus an active suspension
and adaptive brakes." While she talked, Emma opened the
storage area. The thing broke down into a series of
panels that she flipped and folded and slid around
until a rear seat appeared, complete with backrest.
When finished, she was standing there with two helmets
in her hand. She presented one of the helmets to
Charlie and said, "Here, put this on."

Charlie handled the helmet as if it might blow up any
second. He'd never been on a bike before. "That's OK,
my car's not far. We can take it," he said.

"Don't worry," said Emma. "I'm a good driver." She
leaned to one side, flipping her hair forward over one
shoulder. She gathered it up in one hand, and with a
twist she piled her hair on top of her head and pulled
her helmet on. She took Charlie's helmet from his hand
and clamped it on his head.

Charlie felt the helmet wobble about on his head, then
Emma did something and he heard a click. There was a
hiss and he could feel the lining of the helmet press
around his head.

"Can you hear me?" Emma's voice came from inside the
helmet.

"Yes," he answered.

She gestured at the bike and said, "Hop on."

Charlie hesitated, but his fear of being thought less
of by Emma won out over his fear of riding. He threw
his leg over the seat and settled down.

Emma literally hopped onto her seat. She said, "Myrtle,
power up," as she grasped the controls.

Charlie felt a slight vibration. He figured that Emma
must have some sort of voice communication with the
bike. "You named your bike Myrtle?" he asked.

"Yeah, doesn't she look like a Myrtle?"

Charlie rolled his shoulders in a massive shrug,
although he knew that Emma couldn't see it. "If you say
so," he said.

"And she knows you're back there so do me a favor and
hold onto those grab-bars under your seat, otherwise
she'll whine about safety all the way there. By the
way, just where do you live?"

Charlie gave her his address. He lived in a development
about fifteen miles away. "But in the lunchtime
traffic, that's kind of far, isn't it? I mean, there
are plenty of places to eat closer."

"I thought that we might have a little noontime
dessert," she said in a suggestive voice.

"Oh," said Charlie, remembering Emma's idea of dessert.
The stand for the bike snapped into place, and then
they were rolling into the parking lot. Charlie reached
for the grab-bars.

They moved sedately through the lot and onto the road
that fronted the campus of Hanes & Fields. Charlie took
a deep breath and tried to relax. The sun and wind felt
nice, and there was a wonderful sense of freedom about
this motorcycle business. Maybe I ought to get one, he
thought. Emma turned onto the ramp for the cross town
expressway. She accelerated smoothly into the four
lanes of traffic. And then she continued to accelerate,
a lot.

Charlie took a deep breath. Even the slowest cars on
this stretch of highway moved at well over the posted
speed limit, and Emma was passing them all. They
constantly changed lanes and slalomed neatly through
the traffic. He had to admit that she seemed to sense
what the other drivers would do and where they would go
before they actually did it. He let the air out of his
lungs in a long sigh and tried to relax. "Do you
usually drive this fast?" he asked, wondering if she
was just trying to impress him.

"Oh no," she said, "With your weight on the bike, I'm
taking it easy." They went through a major interchange,
and the traffic thinned considerably. "Now we can make
up some time," she said.

Charlie felt the bike accelerate. And then it just kept
on accelerating. He fought the airflow to look over
Emma's shoulder to see if he could read the
speedometer, but there was nothing there. "Where does
Myrtle hide her gages?" he asked.

"There's a heads-up display on my helmet visor. Why?"

"I was wondering how fast we were going," he said.
Suddenly, there was a huge roar of sound, and a blur of
movement to his right. He turned his head and saw a
dozen interstate trucks moving in convoy. He knew that
they were probably doing at least eighty. He and Emma
had just passed the entire group in the blink of an
eye.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked.

"No, that's OK," Charlie said softly. He watched as
they hurtled toward the next interchange with
frightening rapidity. He saw a pickup shaped dot come
down an onramp and disappear in front of a clump of
cars. Suddenly, brake lights flashed, the cars in the
clump swerved to avoid one another as the truck forced
its way into an interior lane, and then all the lanes
of the highway were occupied. Emma was on the brakes
even before Charlie had realized what was happening.
But even a non-rider like himself could tell that they
couldn't possibly bleed off enough speed to avoid
becoming somebody's bloody bumper ornament.

"Hold tight," said Emma coolly.

Charlie could have sworn that his hands and arms were
already in danger of snapping the grab-bars, and that
his thighs might just crack the power cell that they
were clamped onto. But he found a whole other degree of
tension as the rear of a SUV grew to fill his vision.

At the last instant before impact, Emma released the
brakes and heeled the bike over. Charlie could have
sworn that the sleeve of his jacket dusted the fender
of a nearby car, and that the leg of his khakis had
flapped against the bumper of the SUV as they dived
between the two vehicles.

"Charlie?" said Emma.

"Yes?" he managed to answer, after three attempts to
get some air in his lungs.

"Myrtle says that you're in danger of warping her
suspension."

He managed another breath and said, "Tell her that my
muscles may be cramped like this permanently."

When they finally came to a stop in front of his small,
prefab house, Charlie staggered off the bike. He took a
step, but then he had to lock his knees and steady
himself by leaning against the bike. He watched as Emma
took off her helmet and shook her hair into place. Then
she did her thing with his helmet. There was a whoosh
of air, a release of pressure and suddenly the thing
came off his head. Charlie felt the fresh air cooling
the sweat from his brow. Emma was standing there,
looking at him expectantly, but he was afraid to move
and had to confess, "My knees seem to be a little
wobbly."

"Yeah," she said brightly, "it's the adrenalin rush.
Isn't it great?"

"Just fantastic," he said weakly as he managed to push
away from the bike and walk stiffly toward his front
door.

By the time they reached his bedroom, Charlie was
feeling better. He was standing next to his bed, unsure
now of just exactly what Emma had on her mind about
'dessert', when she put both hands to his chest and
shoved him into a sitting position on the bed.

"You're still looking a little gray," she said as she
straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed. "Let me see
if I can get some color back in those cheeks."

She bent over and gave him a long, firm kiss. Her
tongue went into his mouth and the kiss got wetter and
looser, especially when she began to take off his
clothes. Emma slipped his jacket off his shoulders and
threw it over her head so that it landed on the floor
across the room against a dresser. Off came his shirt
and with it the lanyard with its employee pass. They
joined his jacket on the floor.

Emma had to get off the bed at that point. She slid
Charlie's loafers off his feet and then moved up to his
belt. Soon his pants were with his other clothes. He
was obviously aroused. The bulge of his cock lay
outlined in his jockey shorts. Charlie moved his hands
towards his underwear, but he stopped when Emma slapped
him sharply on the knuckles.

"That's my job today," she said. Emma proceeded to give
Charlie a striptease. She slowly peeled away her riding
suit while doing a bump and grind.

Charlie thoroughly enjoyed the show. Emma had just
enough muscle definition to show that she was in great
shape. In fact, he was beginning to feel self
conscious, like he was some old time porn star with his
soft tummy and still wearing his dark socks.

Emma came over and picked up Charlie's foot. She pulled
off his sock and began to knead the sole of his foot
with her thumbs. "Are you a foot guy?" she asked.

"Not really," he said, "but that does feel good."

Emma lifted his foot higher and began to tickle the
sole of his foot with the nipple of one her firm
breasts. "Now I'm a foot guy," he said with a laugh.
"Or maybe just a weird breast man."

She licked and kissed and teased her way down his
thighs. When she reached his crotch, she gently nibbled
at his cock through his shorts. "Time to get to heart
of the matter," she said, grinning at Charlie. Then she
pulled down his shorts, and his freed cock popped into
the open. Emma proceeded to make out with his rigid
manhood. She kissed it, petted it, stroked it and laved
it with her tongue. Every few seconds, she would take
half his dick in her mouth and suck until the head was
swollen into a near painful state.

Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had been so
aroused for so long. It felt like the head of his dick
was going to pop open any second. His body twitched and
heaved about of its own accord. Every time he raised
his arms to do something, Emma would swat them back
down.

Finally, Emma crawled on top and slipped his almost
numb cock into her tight pussy. Oh shit, it's about
time, he thought. He was ready to pound her cunt like a
jackhammer. But she wasn't about to let that happen.
Somehow, she got all her weight on his thighs, and she
used her hands to pin his arms to the bed. She had a
taunting smiled on her face, as she slowly fucked him.

"You're killing me," he gasped as he tried to hunch his
hips up to meet her downward stroke on his cock.

"Just trying to show you a good time," she said. Emma
sped up her pussy on his cock and brought him to the
edge of orgasm before she stopped completely.

"Please, please" he moaned. He was at the point of
sincerely begging for it.

"Oh alright," she said. "You've been a good boy." Emma
tightened her slick pussy on his dick and pumped her
hips until his cock swelled and shot its hot load. His
entire body vibrated in orgasm for a good half-minute,
and then he went limp as a wet rag.

Emma rolled off of Charlie's sweaty body. He smiled in
contentment and crossed his arms over his chest, as he
rolled on his side into a fetal position. Emma spooned
her body to his and hugged him with one arm. "Let's
take a little nap," she whispered in his ear.

In less than a minute, Charlie's breathing became deep
and regular. Emma waited another two minutes before she
eased off the bed. She went over to the pile of
clothing that she had created. She found the jacket of
her riding suit and pulled what looked like two plain
white plastic cards from an inner pocket. She fished
Charlie's employee ID card from the pile of clothes,
and placed it between her two plastic cards. She took
the corners of the cards between her fingers and bent
them until she heard and felt a soft snap. She held all
three cards together for a full minute before putting
them back where she had found them.

Emma gathered up her clothes and went into the
bathroom. She cleaned up the gooey mess Charlie had
made between her legs and then dressed. She checked her
look in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her
hair. Her thick auburn tresses could use a few minutes
with a brush, but she knew that they would just be
stuffed back under that helmet in a few minutes. She
gave herself a half satisfied shrug at her appearance
and left the bathroom. Charlie was softly snoring, so
she made her way into the kitchen. She checked the
refrigerator and found a small bag of apples. She took
one, and after rinsing it off, she took a loud, juicy
bite. Chewing on the apple she went back to the
bedroom.

Emma shook Charlie by the shoulder. When his eyes
snapped open, she said around the mouth full of apple,
"Let's go honey, we need to get back."

Charlie watched as Emma pulled away on her motorcycle.
Their ride back to Hanes & Fields hadn't been nearly as
hair-raising as the one to his house. He slowly made
his way up the walk back to his office. He didn't know
which was the stronger sensation: the satisfied ache in
his depleted cock, or the hungry ache in his empty
stomach. He certainly hadn't had anything to eat on his
lunch break. He opened the door to the building, and
saw Gordon sitting at his security post. The man was
reading a newspaper and munching on a sandwich.

Charlie gave Gordon a weak smile as he passed by. Then
he stopped short, and turned back to the security man.
He said, "You know, I still don't have that girl's
number."

Gordon cleared his throat loudly and looked at
Charlie's windblown clothes and matted hair. "Maybe
that's all for the best," he said.

**

Emma rode her bike back into the city. She pulled into
a narrow, shabby street lined with tall buildings that
managed to block any direct sunlight. The bike swerved
down into an underground garage and Emma braked to a
stop next to a freight elevator. She went through the
routine of pulling off her helmet and shaking out her
hair, then she took her dark glasses from a small
compartment in the bike and popped them on top of her
head.

She entered the dusty elevator and punched a button,
not for just one floor, but for a series of floors.
When she finished, she looked into a dime-sized glass
panel above the buttons. She knew that a computer was
matching her face to its database.

Finally, the elevator moved, but not upwards. It
descended to a subbasement that didn't exist as far as
the casual elevator user could tell. The doors opened
and Emma exited the cab to see a man striding toward
her.

Franklin Black was head of security at Deville
Incorporated. He had dark, curly hair and a face with
sharp features. He smiled and rubbed his palms together
like a man who had great expectations as he approached
Emma. "How did it go?" he asked, looking slightly
upwards into her eyes. He wasn't a tall man. He wore a
pinstripe suit that was carefully tailored to accent
what height he had and to hide a slight paunch.

"I got it," said Emma.

"Wonderful," said Franklin. "let's go down to the
electronics lab."

They walked down a bare cement hallway lined with
unmarked doors. This was the center of Deville's
industrial espionage department. In past years, this
part of the basement had been filled with the machinery
that kept the building above livable. But in this age,
that chore was done by much more compact mechanisms,
and this area had been walled off to become Black's
secret domain. In addition to being the corporation's
security head, he was also its chief spy.

They stopped in front of a door. Emma couldn't see a
knob or handle on its surface. There was a dark, glassy
square on one edge, however. Black pressed his palm to
the square, a second later there was a soft click and
the door opened. They entered into a room full of work
benches and racks that held electronic equipment.

"May I have the items?" Black asked.

Emma pulled the dark glasses from the top of her head
and handed them to Black. She unzipped her jacket
nearly to her navel. Pulling back one side of the
jacket, she revealed one perfect breast to Black's
gaze. She hadn't bothered to put her t-shirt back on
before she had left Charlie's house. She reached into
an inner pocket and pulled out the two plastic cards.

Charlie's gaze was locked on Emma's chest as he took
the cards. "Thank you," he said, noticing that she
hadn't re-zipped her jacket. He reached into an inner
pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a wad of cash.
"As we agreed, here's half your money. You'll get the
other half after I've confirmed the worth of your
data."

Black was intrigued when Emma didn't reach for the
money. She just stood there with a slight smile on her
face, staring into his eyes. Black took a step forward.
"Of course, we could have a little party before you
leave," he said, reaching out a hand toward her now
half exposed breasts.

Emma knew about Franklin Black. He was a vicious little
dictator to the people who worked under him. If they
wanted to keep their jobs, the men had to be
sycophants, and the women had to endure an endless
stream of sexual innuendo. Oddly enough, the women who
tried to advance their careers by responding to him
found themselves on the street.

Emma grabbed Black's fingers before they actually
touched her skin. She levered his wrist backwards until
he gasped with pain and moved away. She saw something
close to adoration in his eyes as he massaged his hand
and wrist.

"Why don't we check that stuff now? Then there won't be
any question about how much data was gathered," Emma
said with a humorless smile.

"Alright," said Black. He moved to a computer on one of
the workbenches and started a program. He took the two
plastic cards and popped them into some sort of black
box reader. After the computer worked for a few
seconds, views of both sides of Charlie Reed's employee
pass appeared on a monitor. A long list of
specifications and technical data followed.

Black pulled his eyes away from Emma's chest long
enough to check the screen. He nodded and said, "Good,
we've got all the data including the electronic
encoding."

He moved on to the glasses. They also went into a
reader. "These glasses are cool stuff," Black said as
he brought up another program on the computer. "There
are hundreds of tiny photo receptors sandwiched in
between the inner and outer lenses. The receptors are
connected by ultra-fine wire filaments to a crystal
memory in one of the temple pieces. So we end up with a
picture of whatever the lenses saw." He tapped at the
keyboard and squinted at the monitor as he tilted his
head from side to side.

"The good news is that the glasses are undetectable by
any sensors short of the latest government equipment.
And the bad news is that the software used to sort out
the data is hardly user friendly." He fiddled with the
computer several minutes, then a picture of Charlie's
fingers appeared as they tapped in the pass code to his
office. "And there we go – you got just what we
needed," Black said with an evil grin.

"I thought you'd be happy," said Emma.

Black shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have the rest of
your money on me. You'll have to wait until I get it
from the accounting department."

Emma stepped up to Black. She grabbed his hair and
jerked his head back. She kissed him so savagely that
when they parted, there were imprints of her teeth on
his lips. But before they parted, Emma could tell that
Black was beginning to respond to her. That was when
she set one of her feet behind his heel and gave him a
shove.

Black tripped and fell to the floor on his ass. By
turns he looked stunned, chagrinned and amazed when he
finally looked up at Emma. She stepped between his legs
and put the heel of one shoe next to his ass and rested
its toe firmly on his crotch. She sneered at him and
said, "I don't want simply the other half of my pay. I
want to make ten or a hundred times that much."

"Why? What are you talking about?" he asked in
confusion.

"Don't play me for an idiot," she said. "The security
at Hanes & Fields may be subtle, but it's thorough. The
stuff I gave you today will only get you past one door.
There has to be more going on, and I want in on it."

Black looked thoughtful as he managed to prop himself
into a sitting position, using one arm to stay upright.
"It's not that simple. You must know that these things
are compartmentalized," he said. His free hand went to
Emma's shoe, but he didn't try to remove her foot from
his crotch; he used the toe to rub back and forth on
his hardening cock.

Emma jerked her foot from his grasp and knelt beside
him on the floor. She grabbed his hair once more and
gave him another smash-mouth kiss. It wasn't as savage
as the first one, but there was no doubt as to who was
kissing whom. Her hand went to his crotch and began to
jerk on his cock through his pants.

Breaking her ruthless kiss, Emma said, "So, pencil-
dick, you don't really know what's happening. Maybe
you'd better tell me who does, so I can talk to someone
with real authority." She stopped masturbating him and
locked up his cock and balls, along with a handful of
cloth, in a viselike grip.

"No," he gasped through clenched teeth, "I'm your man.
I just need some time to plan out the next move."

Emma resumed her cock stroke. She looked Black in the
eyes until he blinked and his gaze slid down to where
her fingers moved around on his dick. Emma felt his
body shudder and stiffen. She put her hand on his face
and shoved him prone on the floor once more as she
stood up. "You cum like a schoolboy," she sneered. "of
course that sort of goes along with the size of your
prick."

Emma jerked the zipper of her jacket back into place.
She looked down her nose at Black, but then the scowl
on her face disappeared and was replaced with a faint
smile. Her voice was low and intimate as she said, "I
know what you like, Franklin. Work with me and I'll
turn you every which way but loose."

Black lifted his head enough to watch Emma's shapely
ass as it left the room. When the door closed behind
her, he laid his head back on the cool, tile floor.
There was a scheming smile on his lips as his hands
groped at his cum coated penis.

**

Emma rode her bike back into the city traffic. "Myrtle,
call father's cell," she told the computer that watched
over her bike as well as providing other services.

"Dialing," said the motherly voice.

"Hi, honey, how's it going" said the soft southern
drawl of Marcus Fields as he answered the call.

"Hey," said Emma, "I have some information for you."

"That didn't take long." Fields said, "How about
meeting for dinner? We can talk it over."

"I suppose you want to eat at that steak house," Emma
said as she slalomed around a Porsche that was going
too slow to suit her. Her father was a multi-
millionaire with very common taste, at least as far as
food was concerned.

"Yes, meet you there at seven, bye"

"Bye, Dad," said Emma. Her father was also known for
his brevity on the phone.

Emma drove her bike into the apartment complex where
she lived, and parked next to a Toyota Camry, her other
vehicle. Her passion for speed didn't extend to her
cars, at least not currently.

Emma went to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of
water from the refrigerator. She sipped at the cold
liquid as she shed her clothes in her bedroom and took
a seat at her vanity. After pulling cotton swabs from a
drawer, she dipped one into an unmarked jar of liquid
and wiped it across one eyebrow. The swab turned brown
as it took the color out of her fine hairs.

When both eyebrows were back to their natural blonde,
Emma went to work on her hair. She used another swab
and a different liquid on her hairline. In a minute,
she was able to remove the auburn wig that she had been
wearing from her head. She popped brown tinted contacts
out of her eyes, putting them in a case along with
other contacts of different colors.

Emma's naturally icy blue eyes examined her reflection
in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her short,
blonde hair and frowned at the sight of the shapeless
yellow mop. Oh well, she thought, I'm going shampoo it
in a minute anyway.

Emma drew a hot bath and poured a liberal dose of bath
oil in the water. She sunk up to her neck in the
scented water and sighed. Suddenly, she was exhausted.
The doctors had released her, and hours of physical
therapy had left her toned and fit, but is seemed as if
the least amount of tension in her life left her
drained of energy. As the hot water relaxed her
muscles, Emma's eyes closed and she fell asleep.

**

Five years earlier:

Seth's handsome face arose from between Emma's thighs.
"Ready, baby?" he asked with a leering grin.

Emma exhaled with a ragged sigh. His tongue had done
its job between her vaginal lips. She knew that her
pussy was practically oozing. She held out her arms and
spread her legs wide. "Yeah, let's do it," she said.

Seth rose up on his knees. His cock stood proudly
against his torso; its flared head hovered well above
Seth's bellybutton. Emma loved to simply drink in the
sight of his fantastic body. His well developed muscles
flowed sinuously as moved between her upraised knees.

Of course, Seth had good reason to possess all those
muscles. He was a declared football player at their
college, which meant that he attended class on only a
voluntary basis. Most of his day was spent eating,
sleeping, working out and wondering which professional
team was going to hand him an obscene amount of money.
Any of his spare time was devoted to his sex life. That
suited Emma just fine. He was always hard and eager to
stuff her full of potent cock. He was the ultimate fuck
toy, or maybe she was his. It was hard to tell.

At that moment however, it didn't matter. She moaned as
he split her pussy lips wide and slid eight inches of
thick man meat into her wet and eager cunt. Seth locked
his elbows and knees so that only his hands and toes
were on the bed, then he began to swing his hips,
driving his dick back and forth.

Emma came, her contracting pussy milking at his big
cock. She ran her hands up the corded muscles of his
arms and gazed into his brown eyes. He smiled down at
her and said, "Another one?"

"Yeah," she agreed, and began to thrust her hips up in
time to meet his down strokes. The liquid, slapping
sounds of sex filled the room. Emma came again, and
then Seth arched his back and shuddered as he poured
out his steaming ropes of cum.

Seth was in the shower almost before Emma realized that
he had left the bed. She stretched languidly and
snuggled against one of the fluffy pillows. She must
have dozed off, because the next thing she knew she saw
that Seth was pulling on a jacket and pocketing his
keys. "You in a hurry?" she asked, propping her head on
her hand.

"Sorry babe," he said, "I have a team meeting." He came
to the bed and gave her a quick smack on the lips. "How
about locking the door on your way out?" And with that,
he was gone.

Emma took her time dressing. She checked her face in a
mirror and ran her fingers through her long blonde
hair. She sighed as she traced the tip of her finger
along one eyebrow. It was eight in the evening and she
needed to go back to her room and study for her
upcoming finals, but her heart just wasn't in it. She
left Seth's apartment, and was halfway across campus,
when she decided that a big dose of caffeine would perk
her up.

She detoured to a coffee shop and bought a quart-sized
latte. She sipped on her coffee as she maneuvered
between the cars parked near one of the housing units.
She came to a stop when she saw a familiar bright red
car stop, and Seth emerge from the driver's side. The
door to one of the apartments opened, and a girl ran
out to greet Seth. She laid a long hard kiss on his
lips.

Emma finally got a good look at the girl after the
couple stop trying to swallow one another's tongues.
She was wearing a red sheath that started halfway down
her breasts and stopped halfway up her thighs. That
must be some meeting Seth's going to, Emma thought.
Maybe it was a meeting of the cheerleading squad. With
a sinking heart, she watched until the couple was in
Seth's car and well down the road before she resumed
her trek back to her room.

Sitting at her desk in her room, Emma stared down at
her pad without really seeing it. For the third time in
the past hour, it had gone blank through lack of input.
She sighed and took a sip of the near empty cup of
coffee. It was cold and unappealing. The image of Seth
and that girl kept on intruding into her mind. She and
Seth didn't share any sort of emotional or romantic
connection. At least that was what she had been telling
herself. It was more of a cunt to cock relationship
that was ultimately doomed to failure. Instinctively,
she had known that Seth was getting more pussy than she
supplied. But now that she knew it for sure, they were
through.

She tapped at her pad and the text on childhood
education reappeared. She sighed. She had had trouble
deciding on a major, and she had finally chosen
elementary school education. Teaching had seemed like
something worthwhile that she could sink her teeth
into, but the basic classes were boring and she
certainly couldn't work up any enthusiasm for the
subjects.

Emma tapped on the Internet connection and brought up
the site that every young person in the United States
dreaded. Ever since the Bush wars at the turn of the
century, the United States Government had mandated
universal service for every young citizen. College
graduates could serve in their chosen fields, but
everyone who waited for the draft got processed and
assigned where they were most needed. People who signed
up for their service had at least some say in what
happened to them.

It was foolish to wait until you were drafted. Emma
pursed her lips around the end of her stylus for a
minute, and then brought up the application for
service. Thirty minutes later she shut down her pad and
rolled into bed. At the end of her school term, she
would be off to the former marine base at Paris Island
for indoctrination. Her father would be disappointed.
Not that she had joined up, but that he hadn't had a
chance to whisper in a few well placed ears in order to
smooth her way.

**

Four months later at the Paris Island Joint Services
Training and Evaluation Center, known simply as boot
camp by everyone, Emma entered one of the base
conference rooms. A man stood as she came through the
door, and stuck out his hand. "Trainee Fields, nice to
meet you," he said.

The man wasn't in uniform so Emma didn't snap to or
salute. She said a simple, "Hello," as she took his
hand.

The man gestured for her to sit down. "My name is Ralph
Banks. I'm in charge of recruiting for a group
organized under the Homeland Security Act. Its official
title is Special Action Group Seven, which of course
gets reduced 'SAG-seven.' We are tasked with gathering
intelligence on the terrorist groups that are financed
by drug money in Latin America." He picked up a pad and
turned his gaze to its screen. When he began to speak
to Emma once more, it was in rapid fire Spanish. "Your
aptitude tests show that you are fluent in Spanish."

"Yes," Emma replied in kind, "I grew up around Latinos
and learned Spanish almost as a first language.

Banks nodded. "Your training and test scores have made
you eligible for several different specialties. We'd
like for you to consider our outfit. If you're
interested, then you'd take the small arms and hand to
hand combat courses here at Paris Island. After that,
we'd evaluate your progress and go from there."

Six months later Emma found herself in Columbia, South
America. She was stationed at a U.S. consulate in the
city of Cali. Somewhat to her surprise, she had
excelled in her training and now she found herself in
charge of three other agents - SAG-seven didn't use
military ranks. She and her group spent most of their
time in the consulate compound. They translated Spanish
into English for the intelligence spooks. Most of the
time, they worked with telephone conversations and
taped interviews.

It was chilling work. The bad guys could best be
described as ruthlessly evil. Emma lost count of the
number of times she had translated an account of a
brutal slaying. Dismemberment seemed to be the favorite
non-lethal punishment. On her few journeys outside of
the compound, Emma was surprised that she didn't see
wholesale lots of men with missing body parts. The
women didn't fair much better in her translations.
Casual rape and abuse seemed to be their fate.

When they weren't translating, Emma's team took a
rotation at guard duty and twice they had worked as
backup to the full time professionals as they arrested
one of the narco-terrorists. The Columbians were more
than happy to sanction such arrests. It kept them
relatively free from reprisals, and at the same time it
let them appease the U.S. government.

Emma spent her limited free time with a man named Adam
who was officially one of the translators.
Unofficially, he was one of the intelligence spooks.
Either way, he wasn't Emma's boss and they made the
most of their situation.

Emma awoke and looked at her watch. It was just past
midnight. Adam's muscular arm was draped over her waist
and she could feel his warm breath on her bare neck as
he slept. She smiled in the faint light of the sparsely
furnished room. She figured that Adam should be
recovered from their furious love making that had left
them exhausted and dozing for the last two hours. She
gently turned until she was face to face with her
lover.

Emma reached between their bodies and found his flaccid
cock. She twirled her fingers around its head and drew
them down the length of its shaft. In a few seconds,
she felt Adam's dick begin to lengthen and fill. His
penis slipped across his smoothly muscled thigh until
it was parallel to his trim stomach. She turned in the
bed until her tongue could reach the sensitive skin of
his cock that was just under its swollen head. She
licked and kissed and teased until Adam's cock head was
jumping and twitching about on her lips.

After playing with his dick for a few minutes, Emma
decided that if Adam wasn't simply feigning sleep, then
it was time for him to wake up. After all, she wasn't
in his bed to grant free blow jobs. She threw a leg
over his head, forcing Adam onto his back. She heard a
muffled groan of surprise, and felt his arms wrap
around her hips.

Emma felt his head move just enough to free it up, and
then she heard Adam say, "What time is it?"

She took her lips off his cock and said, "I could stop
and take a look if you'd like."

"Don't you dare," she heard from between her legs,
followed by his tongue stabbing into her pussy.

Adam's talented lips washed up and down her vaginal
lips, and his tongue teased her clit as it speared into
her wet cunt. Emma felt the hot blood flood her pussy.
The pressure in her groin grew and peaked sooner than
she had expected. She laid her head on Adam's thigh,
her face in a grimace of ecstasy as her orgasm
exploded.

Emma's fingers jerked on Adam's dick as she enjoyed
multiple orgasms. She smeared pussy juice all over his
face as her hips writhed from side to side. She
rewarded her lover by sucking the length of his
distended cock into her mouth and working it over until
it popped its load of cum.

Emma had just snuggled back under the covers when the
insistent chirping of an alert sounded in the room. She
and Adam reached for their pads.

**

"Mmm... I liked that," said Patricia when the last of
the story scrolled across the screen, "a take charge
woman. It makes me horny."

"Me too," said Lila. She flipped aside the opening of
her robe to reveal her long, tanned legs. "So why don't
you do something about it?" She spread her legs wide
and her shaved pussy came into view. Her vaginal lips
were pink and moist with excitement.

Patricia moved eagerly to comply. She scrambled between
Lila's smoothly muscled thighs. Moistening her lips she
gave Lila's pussy a light, loving kiss. Her tongue
parted Lila's lips and licked upwards until it crossed
the swelling bud of her clit. She reversed the process
by moving the back of her tongue over Lila's clitoris
and inserting it as far into the woman's glistening
pussy as she could manage.

Meanwhile, Lila brought up the second story on the
disk:

**

Snow

Once upon a time long ago and in a country far away
there was a fairytale kingdom. The King was a good
ruler. He was kind to his people and the kingdom
prospered. The King had a daughter named Snow White.
She was a lovely child and destined to take her
father's place on the throne. One day the Queen, Snow
White's mother, died in an accident. The King was
deeply depressed for months and very unhappy for years.
He thought that he would never love again. Then one day
a princess from a far off land came to the King's
castle and asked for refuge. Her country had undergone
a revolution and she was an exile.

Her name was Charlotte and she was quite beautiful and
charming. It wasn't long before she captured the King's
heart – among other body parts – and they were wed.
Charlotte wasn't known for her warm heart. She never
bothered to be a mother to Snow White. She cultivated
the rich and powerful and ignored most everyone else.
But first, a bit about how Charlotte came to the
Kingdom:

The woman walked into the tavern. She was dressed like
a peasant in a simple dress that was worn with age. She
had a shawl that covered her head and shoulders and she
held it clasped in hands that crossed her bosom. But
the woman didn't walk like a peasant, worn down from
years of hard labor.

She held her head high as she coolly surveyed the
tavern's patrons. They were a mixture of men of the
town as well as travelers and farmers come to market to
sell their harvest. They were here to drink and gamble
and have their pleasure with the women who awaited them
on the second floor of the tavern.

The woman made her way to bar. The tavern's owner and
his wife were there. He was pouring drinks and talking
with the patrons while she gave orders to the serving
wenches and took in the money. As the woman watched, a
man approached the wife and after a short discussion,
he exchanged money for a token from her and headed up
the stairs. He disappeared into one of the rooms
visible from the ground floor.

The woman stepped in front of the wife and pulled the
shawl from her head and settled it on her shoulders.
The wife looked up from her money box and said, "What
do you want, deary?"

"I need a job," the woman said, glancing up to the
floor above.

The wife looked her over. The woman was tall with sharp
features. She had dark hair with more than a touch of
gray in it. "Aren't you a bit old for that work?" she
asked.

The woman pulled the shawl from around her shoulders
and draped it over her arm. She ran her hands over her
breasts and held the dress tight to her waist. "I have
a good figure," she said. "Don't worry; I know how to
please a man."

"Give her a try," said the owner, who had been
listening in. He gave the woman a leering grin.

"You never mind," the wife snarled at her husband, who
laughed and went back to his own business.

"Alright deary, here's the key to number seven in the
back. When a man comes up he'll give you one of these
tokens." She showed the woman a square wooden chunk of
wood with a number scratched on it. "At noon tomorrow,
you bring me the tokens you've earned and I'll buy them
back from you."

The woman nodded. "How much for each token?"

The wife named a figure and the woman nodded again. She
took the key and said, "I'm ready any time."

"And who should I tell the gentlemen to ask for?" said
the wife.

"My name is Charlotte," said the woman. She left the
tavern keeper and his wife, and walked up the stairs as
if a suite of rooms and a dozen servants awaited her.

The reality was much harsher. Number seven was a bare
room except for a hefty bed and a small table that held
a single lit candle. She tossed her shawl on the bed
and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair.
She put her hands on her hips and turned about,
frowning at the plain floor and walls. She was about to
sit on the bed to await her first customer when there
was a knock at the door. Charlotte answered the door
and had to look down into the eyes of an ill clad
farmer. He thrust his token at her as if it was a gift
that he was eager to give.

Charlotte took the token and said, "Come in good sir,
and what is your name?"

The man held his hat in both hands, clutched in front
of his crotch as he entered the room. "My name
is…uh…John."

"Well of course it is," said Charlotte with a smile.
She took a seat on the bed. "Come stand over here,
John." The man approached and she pulled his hat out of
his hands to reveal a bold tenting of his loose
trousers. There was a dark stain at the tip of the
bulge. "You seem very eager."

"I haven't had a woman in months," he blurted out. He
watched as Charlotte loosened his pants and his stiff,
dark red member popped into view. He was amazed when
she slipped her lips around the head of his cock. He
felt a tickling sensation that that quickly grew in
intensity and suddenly he was cumming like never before
in his life.

His back arched and his face froze in a rictus as he
poured shot after shot of milky cum into her eager
mouth. Just when he thought he was drained, another
bolt of sexual energy would shoot from her lips through
his cock into his balls and even more cum would pour
out. Amazingly, he had more orgasms, one after the
other until the muscles of his groin cramped and his
sturdy farmer's legs trembled with fatigue.

Finally her lips pulled away and John staggered back.
He saw Charlotte swallow and dab at her lips as if she
had just sampled a fine wine. She stepped up to John
and ran her fingers along his cheek. "Did you enjoy
that?"

"It was amazing. No woman has ever done that to me."

Charlotte smiled. "And no other woman will ever be able
to make you feel like that again. Now I want you to go
downstairs and tell those other men how much you
enjoyed it."

John frowned, he had paid good money for that token and
he had been with her for only a couple of minutes. He
was about to complain, but then he looked into her eyes
and felt the cool touch of her fingers and suddenly his
complaint disappeared. "Those men will laugh at me when
I return so quickly, but they'll thank me after they've
been with you," he said with a dreamy smile.

"That's right," said Charlotte. "Now send them to me."
She practically shoved John out the door.

Three hours later the pile of tokens on the table in
Charlotte's room had overflowed onto the floor. There
hadn't been a knock on her door for several minutes and
she was beginning to think that she had exhausted the
supply of men. She stretched and yawned and began to
contemplate actually sleeping on her bed when there was
a heavy pounding on her door.

"Come in," she called out. "There's no need to knock it
down."

The door swung open to reveal a man who filled the
doorway from top to bottom and side to side. He was
wearing a heavy leather vest and a belt that held a
long sword and dagger. He gave Charlotte a searching
look and held out a ham sized hand. When he opened his
hand a dozen tokens fell out. His voice rumbled as he
said, "The men downstairs can't stop talking about you.
I've bought you for the rest of the night."

Charlotte smiled. "You're no farmer."

"My name is Thard," he said. He began to remove his
belt and vest. "You're correct, I am not a farmer. I'm
the captain of a band of mercenaries."

"Oh really," said Charlotte, suddenly interested.
"Where are your men? Will they be following you?"

Thard continued to undress as her crossed the room.
"I'm not in the habit of revealing the whereabouts of
my men. Besides, you won't want another man after me."

I'll know all that I want to know before the night
ends, thought Charlotte. She watched as Thard finished
disrobing. He was heavily muscled and his body showed
numerous scars.

He pointed at Charlotte and said, "Undress, woman.
Every man who returned from this room talked about your
sweet mouth. I want more."

She smiled and began to pull off her tattered dress.
She slipped the rough material off of her smooth
shoulders and let the top of the dress fall to her
waist. Thard's eyes widened. Her breasts were near
perfect creamy globes tipped with pert nipples. She
stepped out the dress to reveal wide hips and long,
slender legs. He couldn't find the first sign of a
blemish on her supple body. Thard's cock sprang erect.
"You look much younger now than when you first entered
the tavern," he rumbled.

"It must be the candle light," she said. Charlotte
grasped Thard's erection and stroked it a couple of
times. To his embarrassment Thard's cock immediately
shot a half dozen streams of milky cum onto her hand
and arm.

"Damn you," he cursed. But Charlotte just smiled lazily
at the big man as she licked his cum from her arm and
swallowed it, all the while running her fingers around
and over the sensitive head of his cock. Thard was
amazed to find that his cock not only stayed rock hard,
his desire hadn't diminished at all.

Charlotte took a firm grip on his dick and pulled him
over and onto the bed. She didn't stop pulling until
his erection was nestled firmly in her pussy and her
legs wrapped around his waist. Thard began to pump his
hips at a furious rate. For nearly an hour Charlotte's
pussy tickled and teased and milked at his swollen
cock. When he finally came, he thought that his dick
had simply exploded.

The following morning the tavern keeper's wife watched
as Thard came and went from her establishment. He
carried numerous packages up the stairs only to leave
empty handed and return with more. At noon he came down
the stairs once more, but this time he was carrying a
huge travel bag in each hand. Behind him came Charlotte
dressed in fashionable, yet practical traveling
clothes. At least the wife thought it was Charlotte.
She wondered if the woman's younger sister hadn't
arrived in the night.

Charlotte approached the bar and laid out the shawl
that she had been wearing the previous evening. She
unwrapped the material to reveal the impressive pile of
tokens that she had accumulated. "I'd like my money for
these please."

The wife squinted at Charlotte. "You look different,
much younger than you did last night."

Charlotte smiled patiently. "Perhaps it was that
delightful room that you gave me, plus a good night's
rest."

The sarcasm was lost on the old woman. She snorted and
said, "You didn't get much rest last night, deary. The
other girls'll be glad to see you go. They hardly made
a penny last night."

"I'll be happy to leave," said Charlotte, "if you'll
just pay me."

"Let's see," said the wife. She carefully counted out
the tokens, and then she pulled out a money box and,
even more carefully, she counted out a sum of money.
She shoved the money across the bar in front of
Charlotte.

She shook her head. "That's not what we agreed upon."

The wife shrugged. "I have to take out for your room
rent, the sheets and candles and so forth."

"Are you sure that you don't want to charge me for the
air I breathed as well? Look, I know what the men paid
for those tokens. I want my fair share."

The wife shook her head. She put her hands flat on the
bar and leaned over to hiss, "Take it or leave it. If
you cause trouble, I'll call the high sheriff on you."

Charlotte glanced over her shoulder. "Thard? Please
collect what this lady owes me. I'll wait outside."

The wife glanced at Thard. She was about to tell him
where to leave off when the dagger that he had been
wearing at his waist suddenly lanced through her hand,
pinning it to the bar. She opened her mouth to scream
but then she felt the cold steel of Thard's sword at
her throat. He dumped out the contents of the money box
onto the bar, and then he scooped up a double handful
of gold coins and stuffed them into a pocket. "I
wouldn't make a fuss," he said to the wife," as he
roughly pulled the dagger from her hand. "Otherwise,
you might lose more than a little money." In a second,
he had followed Charlotte out the door.

Thard and Charlotte rode through the countryside
unmolested. Apparently, the inn keeper and his wife had
decided to cut their losses, or perhaps the local
constabulary was just slow to respond. In any event it
was nearly dark when they pulled into a dark wood and
were immediately challenged by a sentry.

"Thard and a friend," Thard said in answer to the
challenge. He and Charlotte moved on and soon entered a
camp where several small fires burned.

"How many men do you have?" asked Charlotte.

**

Patricia's neck ached with the effort of keeping her
head in place in order to service Lila's weeping pussy.
Her lips were locked onto to Lila's cunt, and she had
lapped the woman's clit until her tongue was sore. Lila
had shuddered through several orgasms, but apparently
she was eager for more. She closed her thighs on
Patricia's head and crossed her ankles on top of
Patricia's butt.

Lila read on:

**

Sandy

1500 hours – Mountain Valley Golf Resort - Mountain
Valley, North Carolina

Sandy unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside.
She stood still for a second and reveled in the cool,
dry conditioned air that seemed to suck the
perspiration away from her bare arms and legs. She
plopped the golf bag that she was carrying into a
corner of the room. The dents and marks in the corner
told her that she wasn't the first person to take
advantage of that convenient spot.

Sandy took a liter bottle of cold water from the room's
small refrigerator. She opened it and took a long
swallow as she walked into the bathroom. She examined
her trim and fit figure in the wide bathroom mirror to
see what eighteen holes of golf had done to her look.
Her shirt was still tucked neatly into her shorts, but
there were some severe sweat stains under her arms. She
took off the visor that she'd worn on the golf course
to protect her face from the sun and ran her fingers
through her dark blonde hair.

Strands of her hair were plastered to her brow with
sweat. "It'll be nice and cool in the mountains," she
mocked to the face in the mirror. The temperature had
been in the eighties for her ten-thirty tee time and it
must have been over ninety by the time she'd finished
her round. Everyone at the resort kept assuring her
that 'It'll cool off, this is mighty hot for the Smoky
Mountains, especially in June'.

Sandy picked up a brush and started to run it through
her hair, but then she decided that there was no point;
she needed a cool shower before she did anything else.
She turned to the shower door and she was about to
start the water when there was a knock at the outer
room's door.

Sandy went to the door and put her eye to the peephole.
Don, the golf pro, with whom she'd been partnered that
morning, was standing there. At first the starter had
paired her with a couple of retired salesman on the
first tee. Then Don had run up and asked if he could
join them. It turned out that he was one of the
assistant golf professionals at the resort and that he
wanted to get in a round on his day off. He was a tall,
blonde, good-looking young man and Sandy had enjoyed
their game together.

She opened the door. "Hi," she said.

"Hi there," answered Don. He held up a battered old,
dirty white club head cover. "I found this next to the
golf cart we were using. I thought maybe you'd dropped
it."

Sandy glanced at the cover. She knew that ratty old
thing didn't belong to her. And she knew that he knew.
Sandy examined the sly smile on Don's handsome face.
She turned, not bothering to close the door and said,
"I was about to take a shower."

A minute later there were two puddles of clothing on
the floor and Don and Sandy were standing under a
comfortably cool shower of water. Don poured a generous
glob of liquid soap into the palms of his hands, and
then he massaged the slippery stuff into Sandy's neck
and shoulders.

"Oh that's good," she sighed. She could feel the
tension flowing out of her muscles.

Don ran his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her
arms. Sandy took his hands in hers and cupped them over
her breasts. Don took the hint and soaped and caressed
every square inch of her tits, strumming his fingers
across her erect nipples repeatedly.

Sandy could feel the tip of his hardening cock begin to
work its way up her firm butt. She leaned back and
swayed her ass around, massaging Don's hardness between
their bodies. He responded by moving his hands lower
and lower on her torso until one of his fingers dipped
into her pussy. "Mmmmm…"Sandy moaned. They played with
one another that way until Sandy felt dizzy with
passion and she could feel Don's hot breath snorting
against her neck.

She turned in Don's embrace until they were face to
face. She took his cock in hand. She slipped her
fingers along the length of his stiff member, swirling
her palm around its sensitive head, until Don was
gasping and pumping his hips. Suddenly, Sandy stopped,
she wasn't about to waste a good hard on by letting it
shoot off in the shower. She said, "Why don't we finish
this on the bed?"

"OK," Don said with a husky voice. They stepped out of
the shower and dried each other off. Sandy ran across
the room and jumped on the bed. She was hot for a good
fuck, but her passion hadn't overwhelmed her good
sense. She was about to ask Don about condoms when she
saw him stop at his pants and take one out of a back
pocket.

She laughed and gestured at the little foil pack. "I
like a man who's prepared, but that leads me to believe
that you've entertained a lot of golf widows in these
rooms."

Don shrugged. "It's not nice to kiss and tell," he said
as he opened the pack and deftly rolled the condom over
his cock with one hand.

"And maybe I'm better off not knowing," said Sandy. She
arranged the bed pillows one on top of the other and
leaned back on them. With her knees bent and spread
wide Sandy dipped a finger in and out of her pussy and
spread her wetness on her swollen pussy lips and across
her clit. She held out an inviting hand to Don and
said, "Let's do it."

Don climbed onto the bed and moved between Sandy's
legs. "Certainly none of those golf widows were this
direct," he said.

Sandy smiled. "You got me hot as hell in the shower,
now come here." She grasped his cock and guided it in.
As their eyes locked, her hands roamed over his ass and
then up his back to his shoulders. Don hadn't moved yet
and she was beginning to wonder if this was some mind
game. Did he think that she was so hot that she was
going to start thrashing her hips up and down on his
penis?

Sandy was about two seconds from thinking that maybe
that was the way to go, when Don surprised her by
bending down and giving her a tender kiss on the lips.
And then he began to move. He pumped her with short but
powerful strokes that shook her clit.

"Oh, that's good," Sandy moaned. "Just like that," she
urged him, and Don responded by moving even faster.

"Oh yeah baby," Sand said breathlessly as she squeezed
her legs around his torso and her thighs trembled in
orgasm.

Don's chest glistened with perspiration and rivulets of
sweat ran down his face to form drops that landed on
Sandy's tits. He was panting so hard that Sandy was
scared that he might hurt himself, but he continued to
pound her pussy until she had another orgasm, shorter
but more intense than the first.

Finally Don's arms locked at the elbow, his back arched
and as he made little gasping and wheezing noises as
his hips bucked out his own orgasm. He lowered his
weight on top of Sandy and then the couple rolled onto
their sides.

Sandy slowly opened her eyes. Don's face was inches
from hers. His eyes were closed and he was breathing
deeply and regularly. We must have dozed off, she
thought. Sandy stretched her muscles in satisfaction.
That, as one of her girlfriends would have said, was a
fine and pleasant fuck. In fact, she wondered if they
might not have another round. She wouldn't mind being
on top this time.

She was about to accidentally on purpose wake up Don
when an electronic chirping filled the room. Don's eyes
popped open. "What's that," he said throatily.

Sandy sighed. "That's the paging signal on my cell
phone. Excuse me," she said as she reached across Don's
body to grab the phone from the bed table. She read the
display and then looked back to Don. "I'm afraid I have
to call the office."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Is that my cue to leave? I was
thinking that we might …you know."

"Yeah I know," said Sandy, "I was hoping too, but this
really takes an edge off the moment," she said, holding
up the phone and waggling it between her fingers. "It
would be on my mind."


**

Patricia gasped for air when Lila finally released her
from the confines of her burning thighs. She rolled to
the foot of the huge bed, and despite the pain in her
neck and bruised lips, she spread her legs wide and
immediately began to finger her pussy. She gazed up at
Lila who was closing up her computer and putting it to
the side. "Did you finish the stories?" Patricia asked.

"Yes," Lila said, stretching and causing her pert
nipples to thrust at the silk robe.

"Do you know who wrote the stories?"

"I believe so," said "Lila. The writing reminds me of a
girl in my last period class named Amelia Lockhart."

"Oh, Amelia," Patricia said thoughtfully. Her hands
stopped pawing at her privates for a second.

"What about her?" asked Lila.

"Nothing really, I shouldn't say. It would be an
invasion of her privacy," said Patricia. She resumed
fingering her puss and rubbing at her clit.

With her silk robe swirling about her sculpted body,
Lila jumped off the bed and strode to its foot. She
clamped her hands around Patricia's wrists and froze
them in place. "You," she said firmly, "are a P. E.
instructor, not the school councilor. Now tell me."

Patricia relaxed, she didn't even try to match her wiry
strength against Lila. "Alright, alright," she said.
"You know how the showers are arranged in the girl's
dressing room?"

Lila nodded. The showers were designed to let the girls
retain some modesty. There was a shower curtain, then a
small area where the girls could hang their clothes,
another curtain and then the shower itself. A girl
didn't have to strut her naked body around if she
didn't want to.

"Back when Amelia was a freshman," Patricia continued,
"she was taking her mandatory P.E. course. She was in
the shower after class one day when a couple of girls
got into a fight over some boy. I heard the commotion
and got to the shower room just in time to see one girl
push the other into Amelia's shower stall. Both of the
curtains got pulled to one side and for a second I
could see Amelia in full frontal nudity. She covered
herself up and got turned around as I pulled the girl,
one of the fighters that is, off the floor and pulled
the curtains closed."

"I suppose you're telling me that you saw something
about Amelia. What, a third nipple or breast?" said
Lila.

"No, said Patricia, smiling knowingly and warming to
her tale. She had the prettiest pink penis that you've
ever seen."

"So she's actually a male?" asked Lila, sounding as if
she were tired of digging out the story.

"No. I did some investigating with the school nurse –
Mary something, at that time. It turns out that Amelia
is a hermaphrodite. She has both sets of sex organs.
She…"

"I'm familiar with the term," interrupted Lila. She
released Patricia and stood up straight. "That's
interesting," she said. She let her robe fall to the
floor as she looked thoughtfully into the distance.

Patricia resumed masturbating as she watched Lila
absently cup her magnificent breasts and strum her
nipples with her fingers. The woman's body was simply
fantastic and Patricia ached to masturbate every time
she even thought about it. She frantically thrust three
fingers in and out of her cunt and rubbed her clit with
a vengeance. Her hips bounced and jerked in orgasm as
Lila yawned and stretched, thrusting her firm tits
higher into the air.

Lila looked down on Patricia's post-orgasmic, languid
form and said, "I'm going to take a shower and go to
sleep." She gestured at the rumpled bed. "Be sure you
straighten that up before you leave."

The following day Lila studied Amelia during last
period. As usual, the girl was dressed in baggy jeans
and a sweatshirt. That was how some of the overweight
girls dressed, but Amelia was hardly overweight. Her
face was thin with sharp features. With some makeup,
which she habitually didn't wear, the girl could be
striking. She sat slouched at her desk with her sandy
blonde hair falling around her face, insulating her
from the other students.

Amelia was one of those students that went mostly
unnoticed by teachers. She made decent grades, but she
wasn't one of the overachievers or trouble makers, so
she flew under the scholastic radar, not calling
attention to herself.

When the final bell rang and the students began to file
out, Lila stopped Amelia before she could get out the
door. "I need to speak with you, Amelia. Can you hang
around?"

Amelia nodded mutely and took a seat until Lila
returned from her hall monitoring duties. After closing
the classroom door, Lila returned to her desk. She
inserted the disk with the stories into her computer
and brought up one of the stories. "Take a look at
this," she told Amelia.

Amelia came to the teacher's desk and bent over to peer
at the screen. The girl's wide eyes and arched eyebrows
told Lila all she needed to know. "I thought that was
your sparse prose," said Lila.

Amelia could tell that her expression had given her
away. "But, but how did you get this?" she stammered.

"It was found on one of the library computers."

"But I erased that file. I didn't mean to save it there
anyway. I save my stories on a floppy disk," Amelia
said, vaguely pointing at her book bag.

"I'm afraid the Computer Compliance officer from the
superintendent's office used one of his voodoo programs
to raise your deleted file from the dead," Lila said in
a dry voice. "Why are you writing stories like this,
anyway?"

Amelia took a deep breath. "I post them on a story-site
on the Internet. I get a thrill when someone e-mails me
and tells me that they like my stories."

"I see," said Lila. She could just imagine what some
horny male would write about his masturbatory
facilitators. "I bet some of those e-mails get pretty
graphic."

Lila grinned and said, "Yeah, some of them do." Her
face grew more serious. "So can we just forget this? I
promise not to use a school computer again."

"I'm afraid not," said Lila. "The principal wants
someone's head on a platter."

"Can't you just tell her that you couldn't tell who
wrote the stories?"

Lila sighed. "No, she would turn the task over to
Jones," she said, naming one of the school's other
English teachers who was a notorious brownnoser.
"There's no telling who he'd misname as the culprit. It
wouldn't be fair."

Amelia looked distraught for a moment but then her face
hardened. "So what happens now?" she asked evenly.

Lila studied the girl. She liked the way that Amelia
wasn't whining or trying to plead some sort of excuse.
"Well, we'll have to go to Ms. Phillips." She stood and
ran a critical eye over Amelia's clothes. The girl
straightened and shook her hair off her face. Lila was
slightly surprised to see that Amelia was only
marginally shorter than she. "It wouldn't hurt if you
dressed in something more feminine." She stepped to
Amelia's side, grasped a handful of sweatshirt at her
back and pulled the material tight. "Hmmm…you do have a
figure, don't you?"

Amelia looked down over a pair of generous breasts and
down to her slim waist. "I guess I do," she admitted.

Lila stepped face to face with the girl. "Are you
trying to hide something?" she asked softly. Then she
deliberately reached down and pressed her palm the
Amelia's crotch. To her satisfaction she felt the
elongated bulge of an erect cock. Amelia gasped, but
she didn't pull away or cry out.

"How did you know?" Amelia whispered.

Lila stroked her palm up and down the firm erection and
gave the girl a knowing smile. "I sensed something
special in you," she said. She leaned slowly forward
and kissed Amelia gently on the lips. She took the tip
of the girl's upper lip and softly massaged it between
her own luscious lips. She wet Amelia's pink skin with
the tip of her tongue. The girl began to breathe more
deeply and Lila could feel the heat from her radiant
cheeks. By degrees, Lila's head tilted and Amelia's
lips began to respond. Lila pressed in, and in seconds
the girl's lips were moving wetly against Lila's.

Lila became more aggressive. She slipped her tongue
between Lila's writhing lips, and then the two women
wildly Frenched one another. She rubbed at the bulge in
Lila's pants until the girl shuddered and stiffened in
orgasm.

Without pause, Lila grasped Amelia's sweatshirt and
pulled it over her head. The girl was wearing a
utilitarian plain-Jane white bra. Lila undid the clasp
with a flick of her fingers and Amelia's breasts popped
into view. They looked delicious in their rounded
perkiness, tipped with swelling areola. Amelia gasped
when Lila swirled her palms around her erect nipples.

"Take off those pants," ordered Lila as she turned and
walked to the classroom door. She locked it and turned
in time to see Amelia step out of her oversized pants
that had fallen around her ankles. Lila smiled when she
saw the thick, white panties. That ugly undergarment
would be necessary, of course. It served to contain
Amelia's bulging penis and soaked up the spreading wet
stain at its tip. Amelia hesitated only a second, and
then her panties hit the floor along side her discarded
pants.

"Sit in my chair," Lila told her.

Amelia took a seat on the plain, armless chair. She
winced a bit as her skin touched the cold steel and
plastic. Lila came to her, all swinging hips and
jutting breasts. She bunched her skirt up to her waist,
pulling the crotch band of her panties aside. She
straddled Amelia's hips and slipped the girl's six inch
cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh shit, that's good," moaned Amelia.

Lila stuck her tongue down the girl's throat for a
long, sloppy wet kiss. "You haven't felt anything yet,"
she said when their hungry mouths parted. She tightened
her vaginal muscles and began to work her hips.

Amelia lasted all of thirty seconds before her head
fell back and she said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," in
a strangled voice.

To Lila's surprise, Amelia's cock stayed erect even
after it delivered a health load of cum. She rode it
hard and in a minute she shuddered through a satisfying
orgasm. She hopped off Amelia's squirming hips and
grabbed her cum wet member. Lila stroked the cock hard
and fast. "What do you have left, baby? Let's see what
you got, huh?" she urged.

Amelia watched wide-eyed as Lila's hand flashed up and
down the length of her cock. "Here it comes," she
gasped.

Lila saw a string of milky cum erupt from the tip of
Amelia's turgid cock. It was followed by two more
healthy blasts and then a final drizzle oozed out. Lila
massaged the cum into Lila's tits and gave her another
long, wet kiss. "You're one sexy little bitch," she
told the panting girl.

A few minutes later both women were dressed. Amelia sat
quietly at one of the student desks while Lila studied
her through half-lidded eyes. "Principal Phillips will
be back in town and here at the school tomorrow," said
Lila thoughtfully. "I think that would be a good time
for us to pay her a little visit."

"But tomorrow's Saturday," said Amelia.

"Yes," Lila said with a smile. "The school will be nice
and quiet."

Amelia wondered what the beautiful teacher had in mind.
"What time should I be here?" she asked.

Lila raised a finger in the air. "First things first,"
she said, "you need to meet me at the mall as soon as
it opens. We're going to give you a makeover, and then
we need to talk about a strategy on how to handle Ms.
Phillips."

Amelia nodded. She wasn't sure that her appearance
would have any affect on how the principal would treat
her. But she was willing to let Lila lead the way.

**

"Oh, let's go in here," said Amelia. They had met at
the mall entrance promptly at opening, and now she was
practically pulling Lila into one of the trendy
clothing stores that catered to young women.

Lila sighed as she let herself be led into the blaring
music and colored lights. It was not her type of store,
but they were shopping for the more youthful Amelia.
They had already been to Lila's cosmetician. Jason was
so gay that he almost floated off the floor, but he
knew his way around a woman's face. Not that Amelia
needed very much makeup. He had only to bring out her
eyes and highlight her cheekbones a bit and she was
good to go.

"I'm going to try this on," said Amelia as pulled a
dress from one of the racks and headed for an open
dressing room. She emerged minutes later in a
sleeveless cocktail dress of shimmering off white. The
dress looked good on her, however it was ruined by a
purple leather thong that held the dress together and
ran up the side from thigh to arm.

As Amelia turned and modeled the dress, Lila saw one of
the store workers watching her twist about. Lila
immediately knew the type. The worker was a woman in
her thirties and she wasn't there for the wages or
employee discount. Lila could see the hunger in the
woman's eyes from across the room.

On a pretense of checking the dress, Lila spoke into
Amelia's ear. The pulsing techno-beat of the store's
music system masked her words to anyone more than two
feet away. When Lila finished talking, Amelia looked at
her with a mixture of apprehension and amusement. She
glanced over to the clerk and then slowly made her way
to where the woman was working, casually browsing
through merchandise as she went.

Lila watched as the clerk approached Amelia. Amelia
gestured to the dress and the clerk looked it over with
a critical eye. She picked at the dress material as if
to adjust its fit. Then she smoothed down a couple of
wrinkles, managing to run her hand over Amelia's ass in
the process. The two women talked. At one point Amelia
made a fleeting gesture in Lila's direction. Finally,
the two parted leaving the clerk with a wistful look.

"You were right," Amelia said when she got back to
Lila. "She is totally into women."

"Yes, I saw her grabbing your ass," said Lila, dryly.

Amelia giggled. "She asked me out for a drink. I think
she had a small orgasm when I lied and said that I
would try to ditch you and meet her later. I can't
believe that I have that kind of affect."

"You do, honey," said Lila. "And you'll have then
creaming in their panties at just the sight of you if
we can get you into some decent clothes. Now take off
that dress and let's find something else."

**

Cathy Phillips was sitting at her desk when she heard
someone unlocking the door to the school's public
outer-office. There was the sound of heels approaching
and then two women entered her private office. It was
Lila and a younger woman that Cathy didn't know.

Lila looked fabulous as usual. She wore a forest green
miniskirt and a shimmering gold silk blouse which had a
crisscross closure that only served to highlight her
fantastic rack. The girl looked only slightly less
stunning. She was in a pleated, thigh high navy skirt
that she wore low on her hips. Her sky blue, knit top
was stretched full and it left her flat tummy bare.

"Hello, ladies," said Cathy. "What can I do for you?"

"You wanted to know who wrote those erotic stories on
one of the library computers," said Lila as she and
Amelia sat in chairs before the principal's desk.

"Oh, yes," said Cathy. The sight of the two women had
made her forget why Lila would be in her office on a
Saturday. Eagerly she asked, "Who do you think is
responsible?" A quick reaction to this little problem
would make her look good in the eyes of the school
board.

Lila gestured to the girl at her side and said as if
the answer were perfectly obvious, "Amelia. Amelia
Lockhart."

"Oh," said Cathy. For long seconds, she couldn't
reconcile the name with the stunning young woman before
her. Then Amelia's facial features fell into place in
her mind and Cathy realized who she was. "Amelia," she
said in recognition, "I don't believe that I've ever
seen you dressed quite like that."

"Lila helped me pick it out," Amelia said simply.

Cathy frowned. She didn't like a student being so
familiar with a teacher. She stood and walked to the
corner of her desk nearest Amelia. Setting a butt cheek
on the edge of the desk she said, "So, you're the one
who left those disgraceful stories on a school
computer?"

Amelia crossed her legs, exposing one smooth thigh all
the way to her ass. "Yes", she said coolly, "I was
working on some stories for fun and accidentally saved
them on the hard drive. When I realized what I'd done,
I deleted the files. The way I see it – no harm, no
foul."

"I'm afraid that's not the way I see it. I'll have to
expel you for a week. I'm sure that you can make up…"

"I'll appeal that to the school board," interrupted
Amelia.

"Well, you can try, but I doubt that it will do you any
good."

"If not, then I'll hire a lawyer and get an
injunction," said Amelia as if anything that Cathy or
the board could do were of no account. She stood and
looked down at the principal. "I'm eighteen, and there
are privacy rights, not to mention first amendment
rights at issue here."

Cathy turned to look at Lila for some help, but all she
could see were thrusting breasts because Lila had also
stood, and both women were looming over her. "Perhaps I
can be the mediator here," said Lila.

"What…what do you mean?" said Cathy, suddenly unsure of
the situation.

"I think a gentle letter of reprimand for Amelia's
records would be more than enough," Lila said as if
that were the most reasonable thing in the world.

"The school board won't be happy with just that," Cathy
protested weakly.

"Maybe I could do something else as penitence," Amelia
said softly as she brushed Cathy's hair off her cheek
and ran her finger around the shell of the woman's ear.

Cathy felt as if someone had just caressed her clit
with their hot, moist tongue. There was a sexual heat
emanating from the two women that almost made her
swoon. She felt confused and dazed, and then Amelia
compounded her confusion by giving her a soft kiss on
the lips.

"What's going on?" Cathy asked breathlessly.

"Just a little seduction," said Lila as she stroked
Cathy's chin with the tip of a finger. "You don't mind
do you?"

Cathy couldn't reply because she suddenly had a
mouthful of Lila's writhing tongue. And then there were
hands all over her body, clutching and rubbing and
caressing her breasts and ass and inner thighs. It felt
as if her tits were swelling and she thought that she
might cum from the mere feel of her bra's satin
material being rubbed over her yearning nipples.

Hands pulled at her clothes, and soon she was naked and
limply draped over one of the office chairs. She looked
up to see Lila and Amelia standing in the center of the
room, kissing one another. Cathy could see their
tongues flashing into view as the two exchanged long
luxurious caresses. As if she was in a trance, Cathy
lifted a leg and slipped a finger into her pussy. She
ran a finger over her tongue, and then began to rub her
clit with her wet fingertip.

"Stop that," said Lila sharply. Cathy's hands jerked
away from her overheated pussy as if she had been
burned. She had to watch in sexual agony as the two
heavenly bodies were revealed as they undressed. Her
mouth dropped open at the sight of Amelia's erect cock.
The amazing thing was the sight only doubled her erotic
yearning. It seemed an age before they were completely
nude, but then they turned their attention to Cathy.

Lila appropriated Cathy's leather office chair. She sat
on the edge of the seat with her knees spread. She
smiled at Cathy and gestured for her to come to her
smoothly shaved pussy mound. Cathy approached
tentatively and reached out a nervous hand. "No
fingers," said Lila. She put a hand on the back of
Cathy's neck and pushed her onto her knees.

Cathy had never seen a pussy up close and personal like
this before. The perfectly smooth skin looked
incredibly inviting. She approached the slit like a
schoolgirl anticipating her first French kiss. Her
trembling lips caressed Lila's pussy mound and then her
tongue separated the lips and she found the little nub
of ultra-sensitive flesh.

Lila moaned softly. "Mmmm... that's right, baby, now
suck on my clit, use your tongue and play with it."

Cathy found herself eager to do just that. She nuzzled
her lips into Lila's moist cunt and lapped fervently at
her hard clit. She had almost forgotten about Amelia,
but then she felt the girl's hands on her ass. A split
second later she realized what was happening when she
felt Amelia's cock slide into her pussy.

Cathy bucked forward in surprise, but that only buried
her face into Lila's wet pussy. She could only back off
and that just urged Amelia on. Pretty soon the office
was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and the
erotic moans and sighs coming from the three women.

Cathy lost count of the number of times that Lila's
pussy pulsed in orgasm on her deeply plunging tongue.
Every spasm sent a gush of vaginal juices onto her
face. Amelia seemed insatiable. Time after time, Cathy
felt hot cum coat her pussy, but the girl continued to
tirelessly pound away. Finally exhausted, Cathy lowered
her head to the office rug, her arms splayed outward.
She passed out feeling Lila's pussy fluid dripping on
her face, and a heated stream of cum from Amelia fall
across her back.

**

Lila looked up as Amelia came into her bedroom. The
young woman was completely nude. Her skin radiated
health and vitality, and her sleek muscles let her move
with an athletic grace.

"You look fantastic," said Lila as Amelia joined her on
the king sized bed.

"A workout with Patricia and a massage from Cathy and
I'm good to go," Amelia said. She snuggled to Lila's
side.

"Speaking of Cathy, what ever happened about that
little flap over your stories?" Lila asked.

Amelia laughed. "You know, she was so clever about
that. She managed to convince the computer cop to tell
the school board that there was no way to know exactly
how long those stories had been on that computer, and
that it wasn't practical to try to find the culprit
now."

"How did she talk him into telling such an outrageous
lie?"

"One good blow job and that nerd was willing to do
anything," said Amelia.

"Well, aren't you the clever one," said Lila, as she
reached down and ruffled Cathy's hair as if she were an
obedient dog. The woman was busily lapping at Amelia's
pussy, just like Patricia was eagerly servicing Lila's.
The two women had followed Amelia into the room.

Lila looked at Amelia's pretty pink penis. It was
stiffly waving about in the air as Cathy ate out her
dripping cunt. Every few seconds a glob of pre-cum
would burble from her cock-slit and ooze syrup like
down her erect flesh. At that point, Cathy's tongue
would lap up the clear fluid before she went back to
Amelia's pussy.

"What's this?" asked Lila, "Are you abstaining from
producing those marvelous gushers of yours?"

"I'm saving it all for you after our sex toys are too
tired to carry on," said Amelia with a grin.

"Mmm... I don't think I want to wait that long," said
Lila. Her abs rippling, Lila drew up her legs and put
her feet on the shoulders of Cathy and Patricia. She
gave them a shove and said, "Why don't you two go stand
in the corner or something."

As the two older women climbed off the bed, Lila drew
Amelia into a deep kiss. Their tongues languidly
stroked one another as their lips pressed together
wetly. Amelia moved to Lila's neck and kissed her way
down the woman's neck to her shoulders and breasts.
Lila shivered and ran her fingers through Amelia's
silken hair as the girl sucked at her swollen nipples.

Amelia gingerly slipped her middle finger into Lila's
pussy. The hot, wet flesh embraced her digit as if to
suck it deeper. She rubbed her thumb over Amelia's clit
and felt the sensitive lump bulge at her touch. She
sucked at Lila's tits loudly and pounded her fingers
into the older woman's pussy until the room was filled
with the liquid sounds of sex.

"Oh, yes…oh fuck yes," moaned Lila. Her hips surged off
the bed, seeking out Lila's piercing fingers as she
heaved about in orgasm. After a long sigh of
completion, Lila pulled Amelia up and gave her another
wet, deep kiss. "Fuck me now," she whispered urgently.

Pressed mouth to mouth and breast to breast, Amelia
guided her cock into Lila's steaming pussy. With one
thrust she was buried to the hilt between Lila's smooth
thighs. She moaned and Amelia began to pound into Lila
with a passion. She brought her mouth down on Lila's
and speared it with her tongue in time with her fuck
strokes.

Lila wrapped her legs around Amelia's slim waist and
urged her onward. "That's it bitch, fuck the shit out
of me…pound me harder."

Across the room Cathy and Patricia watched eagerly as
their mistresses, for lack of a better term, fucked on
relentlessly. Both women had their legs spread and
their fingers flashed in and out of their pussies. They
saw Lila begin to heave her hips up and down on the
bed, nearly bouncing her lover into the air.

"Now, fuck yeah, now," screamed Lila, and all four
women came at the same time. Amelia shot streams of hot
cum into her lover's hungry pussy, shuddering in
ecstasy. Cathy and Patricia shuddered and leaned
against the wall, their thighs quivering.

After a moment of tender cuddling, Amelia and Lila
flowed off the bed. With their arms about one another's
waist, they made their way to the bathroom. Lila saw
the two women lounging against the wall and said, "Do
you two not have anything to do? Change the sheets on
the bed while we shower. My girl here, makes quite a
mess."

Cathy and Patricia happily rushed to oblige.

End

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Beauty, Sleeping and Otherwise (MF, mast)
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

An erotic story for adults only.

A retelling of the story of Sleeping Beauty.

Clifford picked up the quill pen and carefully dipped it
into the bottle of ink. He made one last notation on the
parchment that lay before him and then he set the paper
aside to dry. He glanced at the sunlight as it shone
through the window of his tower room and reckoned that it
was mid-afternoon. Clifford put away the quill, and
smiled to himself. It was time for a break. He went to
the only door to his chambers and carefully threw the
bolt that would lock out any visitors. What he was about
to do was for his eyes only.

Clifford was a wizard. In fact, he was a very good one.
He just didn't look the part. Instead of being a tall,
imposing figure with strong features like the classic
idea of how a wizard should appear. He was short and
scrawny with a nose that was too large for his face. His
thin hair defied any brush or comb to tame it, and the
wispy strands stuck out from his scalp at all angles. His
unfortunate looks drove away any desirable females, but
children just loved him. Clifford always had an endless
supply of tricks and magic to astound and amaze their
young minds.

But tricks for children were far from his mind this
afternoon. It was definitely time for adult play. As he
did a little dance step back across the room, Clifford
sang tunelessly to himself, "What does a wizard wear
beneath his robes?" He grabbed the opening of his
voluminous robe and whipped it away from his body. "Why
nothing," he announced to the air as his naked and very
pale body came into view. He came to a heavy cabinet, the
door of which would open only to his magical touch, and
from there he removed a candle and a leather wallet.
Moving to the wide cot that served as his bed, Clifford
lit the candle and placed it on a nearby table. He opened
the wallet and removed one long, dark human hair. He
grasped the hair by one end and swung it into the candle
flame. There was a puff of smoke that grew all out of
proportion to the material burned. The smoke thickened
and expanded and began to take on a human form, a very
feminine human form. In seconds a simulacrum to
Clifford's Queen stood before him. The candle was
powerful magic and the hair he had used was from the real
Queen.

"Hello, Clifford," she said in a sultry voice.

"Hello, Anna," answered Clifford, using the Queen's given
name.

Clifford was in his late forties and the real Queen was
almost twenty years younger. The double that stood before
him now was slightly taller than Clifford and just as
nude. Her thick, dark hair fell to her waist. She had
flawless skin and a generous figure that had Clifford
hard and throbbing in seconds. They came together in a
deep kiss that became wetter and more frenzied with each
second. Anna reached between their bodies and gabbed his
rigid cock. "Make it bigger, darling," she whispered in
his ear. Clifford responded by muttering an incantation
that made his cock grower longer and thicker with each
stroke of her hand.

It was a conceit on Clifford's part, of course. Anna's
double would have loved Clifford's cock no matter its
size, but the growth added to the excitement of his
fantasy. His cock enlarged until it was longer and
thicker than his arm and its fist-sized head was trying
to burrow its way between Anna's breasts. She stepped
back and used both her hands to stroke the giant member.
A gush of precum erupted from its tip and Anna swirled
the clear liquid around and over his engorged cock-head.

"Oh, Anna" moaned Clifford, the sensations from his
oversized cock were almost more than he could stand.

Anna wrapped her arms around his cock and clasped it to
her breasts. When another pulse of precum washed over her
breasts, Anna smiled and said, "I think you better fuck
me before you waste anymore of this." She teased his huge
cock head as she used it to rub the hot cum into her
creamy skin.

"I think you're right," said Clifford as he led her to
his cot.

Anna lay down and spread her legs wide for her lover.
Thanks to his magic, Clifford's enormous cock slipped
effortlessly into Anna's steaming hot pussy. He lowered
his weight onto her pillowing breasts and stuffed his
tongue into her mouth. Their bodies hunched and flopped
around on the cot in a graceless rhythm. Clifford knew
that he couldn't hurt Anna and he banged and thrust at
her as hard as he could. All he wanted now was to drive
his body to an orgasm that would have him streaming cum
like a fountain. He was oh so close to his release when
the door to his chambers rattled.

Clifford's eyes flew open and his body went rigid. Damn,
damn and double damn, he thought. He took a deep breath
and tried to make his voice sound normal and polite. "I'm
very busy," he called out. "Please come back later."

The door rattled impatiently and a commanding voice said,
"It's me Clifford."

"Oh shit," Clifford gasped, and his stiff body quivered
in surprise. It was the King at his door. He starred down
at Anna. The King's voice hadn't bothered her of course.
She wasn't the real Queen. In fact, her face was
contorted with sexual pleasure and her pussy was in
constant spasm trying to urge the cum from his body. But
it wasn't going to happen. Clifford couldn't have
produced an orgasm at this moment if his life depended on
it. He sighed and stretched out his hand to snuff out the
magical candle. Unfortunately, when the flame
disappeared, so did Anna's body. Clifford fell onto the
edge of the cot and then toppled onto the floor.

He scrambled to his feet, and called out, "Just a second,
Sire." Clifford threw on his wizard's robe and ran to the
door. In his haste, Clifford had forgotten about his
freakishly huge cock and before his hand could reach the
bolt, his cock fell from his robe and thudded painfully
onto the door.

"Damn it all to hell," muttered Clifford as he rubbed the
hurt. He waved his hands meaningfully over the huge
organ, and it quickly shrank back to its normal size and
disappeared into his robe. Clifford threw the bolt and
opened the door. He bowed as the King strode into the
room.

"Clifford, is everything all right?" asked the King as he
glanced around the room.

"Everything's fine, Sire," said Clifford. "I was just
working on a particularly sensitive spell."

"You're not going to make half the castle disappear
again, are you?" chided the King, referring to an
unfortunate episode from his and Clifford's younger days.

"It was hardly half the castle, Sire. And as I remember,
you were right there, urging me on."

"But I'm not the one who substituted ingredients in that
spell."

"But you were the one who was so hot to see Lady Farvish
in the nude."

Both men laughed. It was an old argument between friends.
They reminisced and spoke of this and that until the King
remembered why he had come. "Clarence," he said, "as you
know, my daughter will be one year old a month from now.
There will be a festival and of course we'll have her
naming ceremony at the same time. I would like for you to
send an invitation to the Fairies of the forest, and ask
their blessing."

It was a tradition among royalty and commoner alike to
ask the Fairies to watch over newborns, however the
Fairies seemed to help or hinder humanity at their whim.
Clifford could contact the Fairies of course, but he had
no illusions that he could induce them to do anything;
their magic was superior to anything he could conjure.
"Sending the invitations is no problem, Sire. But I can
hardly guarantee that they'll attend, and you may not
know it even if they do."

The King nodded. "The Fairies do as they wish, of course.
However, the Queen insists that we try."

Clifford cringed inwardly at the mention of the Queen. He
felt guilty at using a simulacrum of his friend's wife as
a sex toy, but he could hardly wait to resume his play.
Outwardly though, he smiled and said, "I will attend to
it immediately." After a few more pleasantries the King
took his leave.

Clifford remained extremely horny, but he put duty before
pleasure and went straight to work on the invitations.
First he went to his window, and using a minor spell as
well as a sprinkle of seeds, he lured several pigeons
into a cage. He wrote out the invitations for the Fairies
on a special parchment, and then he ground the parchment
into powder, and mixed the powder with various potions.
He fed the concoction to the pigeons and then one by one
he removed the birds from their cage. He murmured a spell
of protection over each bird, and then released it into
the open. Each bird would fly to an area of the kingdom
where a Fairy dwelt to deliver its message.
Unfortunately, the closer Clifford got to the end of his
labors, the hornier he became and the faster he worked.
As a result, his spell of protection over the last pigeon
wasn't worded perfectly.

But Clifford didn't notice. He had already flung off his
robe; regrown his cock back to its former stature, and
relit the candle that brought the Queen's hot and eager
double back to his cot. Clifford ravaged Anna's pussy
with his rock hard penis until a magically enhanced
orgasm overtook him. For a full minute he squirted
copious amounts of cum into a pussy that sucked on his
cock better than any ordinary mouth or pussy could have
managed. After that, an exhausted Clifford fell asleep.
He had no way of knowing that several miles south of the
castle, his last pigeon had become a falcon's dinner.

**

It's not easy to ascribe human emotions to a Fairy, but
the one named Elise seemed to be both pissed off and
jealous. She was jealous because the other Fairies had
received invitations to the King's festival and she had
not. Elise was pissed off because she hated feeling
jealous concerning anything to do with humans. Oh they
could be amusing, but like any inferior and self-aware
species, they thought that their antics actually had
meaning in the grand scheme of things.

The lack of an invitation certainly couldn't stop her
from attending though, so Elise showed up at the festival
after the other Fairies had departed. Once there she
entered the mind of an elderly woman who had stood in
line for hours to catch a glimpse of the new Princess and
the babe's proud parents. A Fairy could enter the mind
and body of a mortal at will. She could simply observe or
she could control the mortal to whatever extent she
wanted. When it became her turn Elise, as the old woman,
peered into the child's crib where the Princess was
quietly content to suck at a toy and watch the parade of
adults pass by. "She is really such a beauty, Sire," said
the old woman.

The King nodded, "Thank you madam, many people have said
that very thing today. In fact, I'm beginning to think
that we should call her Beauty."

The Queen shook her head vehemently, "It would be cruel
to saddle a girl with a name like that."

The King laughed, "I suppose you're right, my dear." Much
to the Queen's chagrin however, their conversation was
overheard, and despite the fact that the Princess was
given a dozen other names that day, she was known as
'Beauty' from then on.

As the King and the elderly woman chatted, Elise studied
the baby. It had been her plan to curse the child so as
to make her father pay for his slight. However, she could
tell that the other Fairies had blessed the child with
beauty, intelligence and good health so there was nothing
that she could do immediately. But Fairies lived long
lives and Elise was willing to be patient.

**

It was Beauty's sixth birthday. There was no grand
festival this time. The affair was a birthday party
geared for children instead of their parents. The
children played in the castle courtyard, while the adults
stood around the edges and talked amongst themselves.
Currently, both groups were watching Clarence as he
performed a series of magic tricks for the children. They
giggled and laughed as he made flowers grow out of ears
and buckets of sweet, brightly colored goop suddenly
appear and pour their contents over unsuspecting heads.
For his last trick, Clarence placed a box that was no
larger than his fist on top of a small table that he had
been using. After warning the children that magic could
be dangerous and that things didn't always go as planned,
he flipped open the box then jumped back in terror as a
huge tiger flowed from the small container and perched
right on top of the table The big cat casually licked one
paw, and then the children gasped as it roared and sliced
through the air with its bared claws. Suddenly the tiger
roared again and leapt from its spindly perch to soar
over the head's of the children. They shrieked in
delighted fear as the tiger looked as if it were about to
eat them all. At the apex of its leap however, the tiger
exploded into hundreds of candies and treats - the
children scrambled from their seats to grab up the
goodies.

The King watched the children with quiet amusement. He
motioned Clarence over and pointed to one of the
children. "I know that boy in the blue shirt, who is he?"

Clarence followed the King's gaze. The boy in question
had garnered more than his fair portion of the candy, but
he was sharing his gain with the smaller children who
hadn't been able to get as much. "That's Hal, the son of
stable-master Harold."

"Oh yes, now I remember. A well behaved and intelligent
lad, I hear."

"Yes Sire," agreed the wizard.

The King looked thoughtful. "I want you to cast a spell
on Hal. Beauty needs a companion from among the
commoners. Bind him to her, lightly and subtly of
course."

"Without his father's consent?" Clarence was surprised.
The King was usually very conscious of his subject's
freedom of choice in such matters.

"I'll take care of the boy," said the King. "He may
attend school with Beauty and the other children of the
nobles."

"Yes Sire," said Clarence. There wasn't much else he
could say. Anna, the King's beloved queen, had passed
away while attempting to give birth to a male heir for
the throne. The child had died as well and in his grief
the King had become fixated on his daughter. She was
going to be his heir and the queen of his kingdom when he
was gone and that was that. Whatever the King thought had
to be done toward that end was to be done.

**

Hal stood and stretched his lanky frame. Two horses,
which were tied behind him, whinnied and stepped about
nervously. Hal turned and patted one of the horses on the
nose. He said, "Don't worry, she'll show up eventually."
For the last decade Hal and Beauty had seen one another
almost every day. They had school together in the
mornings. And then in the afternoon, Beauty was tutored
in the art and science of ruling a country, while Hal
spent his time either in mock combat with the young
knights in training, or he helped his father in the
stables. Twice a week it was his job to saddle a riding
horse for the princess and accompany her on a ride
through the royal forest that surrounded the castle.

Hal looked at the lengthening shadows in the courtyard
and decided that they best cut this afternoon's outing
short. He heard a door open and turned in time to see
Beauty stomping down the steps from the castle. She was
dressed in her usual riding attire, which tended to be
more practical than fashionable. She was wearing a man's
plain cloth shirt with long sleeves. The shirt was tucked
into what looked like a mid-calf length skirt, but was
really a pair of pants with large, pleated legs. Her
boots were scruffy, but well used and comfortable, and
she wore a large cloth hat like ones that the peasants
used to keep the sun off their heads. Her only
concessions to fashion were an embroidered vest that
fastened beneath, and accented, her ample bosom and a
colored ribbon that tied back her dark hair.

Hal could tell by the way her boot heels smacked on the
stones, and the way that she jabbed her hands into her
riding gloves that she was definitely not in a good mood.
She threw up her hand to forestall any comments from him.
"Yes, I'm late," she said. She grabbed her horse's reins
from his hand and threw herself into the saddle. "I don't
know why I have to know the history of every square foot
of land in this kingdom. Even father has advisors. And
then the politics of ..." She went on and on as they
trotted away from the castle. One of her many instructors
had put her in a really petulant mood. Hal knew from long
experience not to say anything beyond making agreeable
sounds. They had been on the trail for an hour when he
realized that she had stopped ranting and was actually
talking to him. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Oh just the usual, tactics and strategy after lunch, and
then swordplay. We were on the practice ground when..."
He launched into a story that ended with a particularly
unlikable mutual acquaintance lying face down in a puddle
of mud. Beauty giggled and then laughed out loud. Hal
congratulated himself on lightening her mood.

They arrived at a fork in the trail and reined in their
horses. One trail wound its way deeper into the forest,
and the other was a shorter route that paralleled a
stream that ran back to the castle. Hal said, "We better
go down to the creek. We got a late start and I think
it's going to rain." He frowned at the darkening sky.

Beauty shook her head. "I've been looking forward to this
ride all day. We can hurry," she argued to his
disapproving countenance. "If you can keep up, that is,"
she laughed as she kicked her horse into a gallop down
the longer trail.

Hal shook his head. She was a good rider, but not in his
class. He caught her soon enough and they slowed to a
more reasonable pace. They had reached the halfway point
in their outing when Hal's prediction of rain came true.
They found shelter and waited out a thunderstorm.
Unfortunately, the storm turned into a drizzle and as the
day grew later and darker they had to take to the trail
without any sort of rainwear. Slowly but surely their
clothing became soaked. The brim on Beauty's hat grew
heavy with rain and flopped around her face. Her shirt
became plastered to her breasts and the cool temperatures
made her nipples stand out. Hal took advantage of the
erotic view to keep his mind off his own discomfort. In
fact, the sight of Beauty's breasts bouncing and swaying
with the motion of her horse gave him an aching erection.

I was nearly dark when they slogged back to the castle
stables. When they were finally inside and out of the
rain, the riders dismounted. They looked around but there
was no one to be seen. Apparently the inclement weather
had driven any other riders in early, and the grooms on
duty had left for dinner or a warm fire somewhere.

Beauty took off her hat and wrung the water out of it.
She ran her fingers through her hair and said casually,
"Hal, put up my horse, I'm liable to miss dinner."

Hal snorted. He had always treated Beauty with the
respect due a princess but he was miserable and in no
mood to let her get away with this stuff. "Put up your
own damn horse. You have a hundred servants to bring you
a hot meal whenever you like. I'm the one who's liable to
miss dinner."

Beauty's eyes flashed. She took a couple of quick steps
to stand directly in front of Hal. She planted her hands
on her hips and said, "I know that's not true. I hear the
young maids talking about you. 'Did you hear what Hal
did? He's so nice. He's so clever and handsome,'" she
mocked in a high girlish voice. "You're the one who's
more likely to get his supper and his other appetites
satisfied by the castle staff."

Hal blushed, he'd had his way with more than one of the
pretty young chambermaids in the castle, but that had
little to do with who was going to care for two wet and
hungry horses. "Jealous?" he asked in a mocking tone.

Beauty's eyes flew open in rage. She took a deep breath,
which thrust her breasts even more tightly against the
clinging wet material of her shirt. She was about to
verbally lash Hal, when he grabbed her around the waist
and kissed her hard and fast.

Hal couldn't believe that he'd given in to his lust like
that. But she was just so beautiful and regal and
desirable and vulnerable right now that he couldn't
resist. He half expected Beauty to struggle and scream
for help, but she didn't. In fact, when Hal thrust his
tongue into her mouth, she returned the kiss just as
ardently. They couldn't hold each other closely enough.
Beauty's breasts pillowed against his chest and he could
feel her hard nipples through their clothing. He had one
hand around her waist and the other was on her ass,
pressing her hips against his raging cock. Her hands were
all over his back and in his hair as she pulled their
mouths together even more tightly.

Physically, Beauty was no little girl. She was as tall as
most men and her clothing was leaden with rain, but Hal
easily swept her off her feet and carried her into one of
the empty horse stalls. Without breaking their kiss, he
laid her in clean straw. Their tongues dueled as Hal
caressed her breasts. She moaned when he pulled the wet
material of her shirt across her sensitive nipples.

Hal's cock was so hard it felt numb. If Beauty had been
one of the castle maids, then he would have been pounding
away at her pussy by now. But she was no chambermaid who
was looking for a quick thrill; she was a princess and
soon-to-be queen. He had too much respect for her and her
position to assume that she wanted him to go farther. If
she would just give some sort of signal, he thought.

Beauty used both hands to push Hal away. He rocked back
on his heels and made ready to give an abject apology.
Beauty glared at him and said in a hiss, "Will you please
hurry before someone comes along?" She began to fumble at
her clothing and in seconds her riding pants/skirt were
gone.

And a sign is what I got, thought Hal as he tugged at his
pants until they were around his knees. He waddled
between Beauty's thighs and was surprised when she
grabbed his cock and pulled it into her. After the
coolness of the rain, Beauty's pussy was like liquid
heat. He was going to ease himself inside her slowly but
Beauty had other ideas. She hunched her hips up to his
and hissed in his ear, "Come on, fuck me hard." Her nails
bit into his back to urge him on.

Hal responded eagerly. He pounded into her as fast as he
could move. He knew that he couldn't last long at this
pace, but it didn't matter. Beauty wrapped her arms and
legs around him in a quivering embrace as she came, and
he followed seconds later. The couple rolled on their
sides as Hal's softening cock tickled its way out of
Beauty's pussy. They embraced and kissed again, but more
with affection than sexual heat this time. Beauty
whispered, "Now we're really late. You really wouldn't
mind putting up my horse for me, would you? Please?"

Hal caressed her cheek with his fingertips and flicked
bits of yellow hay out of her dark hair. He looked
dreamily into her eyes and whispered back, "Put up your
own damn horse."

**

Although Hal and Beauty thought they were being discreet,
most anyone who knew them noticed the change in their
relationship. There were shared smiles and whispers and a
certain glow on their faces when they were in the same
room. It took a while, but eventually even the King
noticed a change in their attitudes towards one another.
And when he did finally take notice, he called for
Clarence.

"Clarence," said the King, "I want you to remove the
spell that binds that Hal to my daughter, and if they
still spend time together after that I want you to do
some of your spying on them. I want to know what kind of
a relationship they're having."

"Yes, Your Highness," was what Clarence said, but what he
thought was: That little binding spell wore off years
ago, and any young man Hal's age would obviously be doing
his best to get his hands all over the aptly named
Beauty.

So the wizard went back to his room and prepared to do a
bit of snooping. He captured another pigeon. And the next
time that Beauty and Hal went on one of their little
rides, Clarence cast a spell on the bird and set it to
follow the young couple.

Clarence was able to see what the pigeon saw through the
use of a magic mirror. At first the bird had to swoop and
dive and circle to keep the couple in sight. The jerky
motions were enough to give Clarence a headache and a
queasy stomach. But then Hal and Beauty left the main
trail and picked their way slowly through heavy growth
along a small stream. The bird had to take to hopping
from branch to branch when the foliage closed in, and the
couple left their horses tied to some brush while they
continued on foot. After traveling for a few minutes,
they popped through the dense growth and into a clearing.
Hal spread out a heavy ground cloth that he'd been
carrying and the couple smiled at one another.

Beauty gave Hal a curtsey, complete with a dainty finger
under her chin, and said, "May I suck your cock, kind
sir?"

Hal returned her curtsey with a sweeping bow and said,
"It would be a pleasure, my lady."

Beauty fell to her knees and unfastened Hal's pants. His
cock popped into view, rampant and pointing at the sky.
Beauty pulled it level with her mouth and wrapped her
lips around the throbbing head. She slid her lips down
his cock, twisting her head first one way and then the
other.

Clarence's eyes flew open wide in surprise. He'd expected
some adolescent kissing and fumbling and giggling, maybe
even some heavy duty groping, but not this. I guess
there's no question now as to how intimate they are,
thought Clarence.

Hal stood there with his hands on his hips, eyes closed,
as Beauty bobbed her head on his cock. Hal began to grind
his hips in slow circles, and then to pump them back and
forth. He grabbed Beauty's head began to fuck his cock
into her mouth faster and faster. "Ohhh...here it
comes...here it comes," he moaned. Hal shuddered and
convulsed as Beauty sucked and swirled her tongue around
Hal's spurting cock. "Oh shit, oh gaaah..." he protested
as Beauty continued to play with his swollen dick.

Finally she released him and stood up. She slid her arms
over his shoulders and gave him a hard kiss. She said,
"Too much for you?"

Hal shook his head. "It feels like you're trying to
swallow my dick when you do that." He kissed her back and
then said with a grin, "But I like it."

"And now it's my turn, kind sir," said Beauty as she gave
Hal another curtsey, and then she began to disrobe.

Clarence pulled open his wizard's robes and brought his
fully hard cock into the open. "Oh my word," he said in
an awed voice as Beauty's breathtaking body was revealed.
The little girl he had amused with simple magic tricks
was now a complete woman. Chestnut hair fell across her
broad shoulders and swirled around her proud breasts that
jutted out firmly. Clarence grabbed his cock and began to
rub it as Hal put his hands on Beauty's waist and ran
them down her full hips and ass as he kissed her. Beauty
lay on the ground and pulled Hal down with her. She
spread her legs and he immediately covered her pussy with
his mouth.

Clarence, through the eyes of the pigeon, could only see
the back of Hal's head, but it was obvious that he must
have his tongue buried in her pussy or whipping at her
clit. Beauty rolled her head from side to side in
excitement and rubbed her palms across her nipples.
Clarence jerked at his cock with a steady rhythm that
already had dribbles of precum lubricating his fingers.

Beauty arched her back and moaned out her orgasm. It went
on and on until she finally relaxed and Hal stopped
tonguing her pussy just long enough to stick his newly
hardened cock in it. He humped madly between Beauty's
thighs until she came alive once more. "Oh yeah, honey,"
she moaned. "Slow down a little and I'll cum with you."
Clearly, Hal didn't want to hear that. His hips continued
to beat out a steady slapping sound against Beauty's
body.

Beauty put a hand and a foot squarely on the ground and
gave a good push. In a second she was the one on top and
they hadn't even broken their cock to pussy connection.
"Hey," yelped Hal in surprise.

"Sorry," said Beauty in a tone that inferred the she
wasn't the least bit sorry. "I told you to slow down."

"Well, please don't stop altogether," pleaded Hal.

"I'm hardly finished with you," Beauty assured him. She
sat up straight and began to lazily roll her hips on
Hal's cock like she was riding a horse. She put one hand
on her hip and began to rub her clit with the other.
Clarence flailed his fist up and down his cock as he
watched Beauty arch her back, her tits pointing nearly
straight up, as she came once more. Then Hal's face
screwed up and it was obvious that he was pumping his
second load of the afternoon into Beauty's grasping
pussy.

Clarence's cock gushed and cum spilled all over his
fingers and dripped onto the floor between his legs. He
sighed deeply and then he began to worry about what he
would tell the King. Not the truth obviously, the King
would probably have Hal beheaded. He would have to think
of something very circumspect to say in his report to the
King.

**

"So what you're telling me," said the King, "is that
Beauty and Hal are screwing their brains out."

Clarence winced, "I never said that, Your Highness."

"You didn't have to, Clarence," said the King with a
sigh. "I threw those two together, I suppose that I
should have seen it coming."

Like a knight on horseback charging though the throne
room, thought Clarence, but he said nothing.

"Well they can't go on," said the King. "Beauty must
marry a noble from one of the baronies in order to
strengthen the political ties of the kingdom. Once he's
taken her supposed virginity and sired a successor to the
throne, then she can discreetly take all the lovers that
she cares to." The King stared thoughtfully into space
for a moment and said, "I'm going to give Hal a
commission in my army and send him to Gorgia. Then I'll
make Beauty one of my official advisors. That should keep
those two separated and too busy to think about each
other."

Clarence could only nod in agreement. Gorgia was the
southernmost barony of the kingdom. Beyond it lay a
desolate mountain region that was home to outlaws and
petty tyrants who would constantly plunder the richer
land to their north if it weren't for Lord Vance, the
Baron of Gorgia. Lord Vance was a brilliant military
leader and fiercely loyal to the King. Elements of the
King's army were constantly rotated into Gorgia in order
to give them training and to keep the southern raiders
from growing too strong. It was dangerous work, Hal could
advance himself nicely in Gorgia, or he could die there.

**

Two years passed and Beauty attended another ball in
celebration of her birthday. She was breathtakingly
stunning in an off the shoulder white gown decorated in
pale blue gemstones. She spent the evening surrounded by
most of the nobility of the kingdom. They knew that she
was assuming more and more responsibility for running the
country, and they all wanted to be near her. For her
part, Beauty tolerated the attentions of the powerful,
the near powerful and the mere sycophants with grace and
charm. Throughout the evening she danced and chatted with
those men her father had deemed most acceptable as
suitors. Some of them were fat and smarmy, some of them
charming and handsome, but none of them were Hal.

Beauty was very careful not to mention Hal to anyone,
especially her father. She knew that Hal was exiled from
the castle because of her, and she knew that the less she
appeared to care, then the more likely it was that he
might return some day. That was also the reason that she
hadn't tried to contact him, and she hoped that that was
the reason she hadn't heard from him. It was a mighty
thin thread of logic she was clinging to, but it was the
best she had.

The Fairy, Elise, arrived at the ball unnoticed. She was
still enraged at the King, and now more than ever it was
evident that the best way to strike at him was through
his daughter. She didn't have to read very many minds to
find out that not only was Beauty the most desirable
woman there; she was also unattached. And, thought Elise,
there was nothing like a sex scandal among the high and
mighty to bring them humiliation. Elise studied the men
in the room and picked out a handsome military officer in
his twenties. She entered his mind and body.

Beauty was sitting alone for once that evening. Alone
except for the half dozen servants hovering nearby. Then,
from around a clump of partygoers, a man in uniform
approached with a goblet in hand. For a second her heart
fluttered, she thought that Hal had miraculously
appeared, but then the man drew closer and she realized
that the soldier wasn't her beloved.

The man stopped before Beauty and gave her a low bow. He
said, "Forgive my impertinence, Your Highness, but I
thought that you might like some refreshment."

Perhaps because the officer reminded her of Hal, Beauty
reacted before her keepers could shoo the man away. She
said, "Thank you," and took the goblet. She examined the
wine and its container and said, "I appreciate your
gesture, but I'm afraid members of royalty can hardly
afford to accept drinks from strangers, Lieutenant...?"

"Miller, Your Highness, James Miller - if I can't serve
you drink, can I offer you a refreshing walk on the
terrace?"

That sounded like a wonderful idea to the hot and tired
princess. She took James' arm and they strolled to a
terrace just off the ballroom. The couple followed a low
wall, which surrounded the terrace, until they found a
dark corner. It was the first time in ages that Beauty
had had a chance to talk to someone near her own age. The
young officer was kind and charming, not - it seemed to
Beauty - because he was out to advance his career, but
because he was genuinely interested in her. Thanks to
some magical assistance from Elise, the terrace soon
cleared of everyone except James and Beauty.

"You must have danced with every eligible nobleman in the
kingdom tonight," said James.

Beauty laughed. "Yes, I'm afraid that I have to pick out
a husband from amongst that lot."

"There must be dozens of them, it'll be quite a chore."

"Not really," said Beauty. "Only a few of them meet my
father's approval."

"And which one meets your approval?" asked James.

Suddenly reminded of the conflict between her duty and
her own desires Beauty said, "I'm not sure."

"I wish it could be me," said James. And with that Beauty
was in his arms. They kissed as if they were old lovers.
Their bodies meshed perfectly. Beauty ran her hands up
James' arms to his shoulders and pulled him to her
urgently. She could feel her juices begin to flow and her
knees weakened. It was all she could do to break the
passionate kiss and draw away from James.

Beauty loudly cleared her throat. She avoided James' eyes
when she said, "Please escort me back inside." James
didn't speak, but he offered his arm and they reentered
the ballroom.

Two hours later Beauty was in her bedroom. As she sat in
front of her mirror combing out her hair, Beauty replayed
every second of her encounter with James. Her breathing
became faster as she remembered how his tongue had
wrapped around hers. Beauty shook her head and looked at
herself in the mirror. You meet a guy and two seconds
later you're so horny you can't stand it, she thought.
"You need to get laid," she advised her image in the
mirror.

There was a tapping at her door. Beauty frowned,
wondering who it could be, her maid had gone to sleep
long ago. "Come in," she called out. The door softly
opened and James Miller slipped in. He smiled at Beauty.

"How did you get in here?" she asked. There were guards
at the base of the tower that lead to her rooms, and her
maid always locked the outer doors to their suite.

James shrugged and began to remove his jacket. "I'm a
trusted officer of His Majesty's Army, and by definition
a very resourceful chap." He continued to strip off
various pieces of clothing.

"What...what are you doing?" Beauty said. She tried to
sound demanding, but the words came out breathlessly.

"Exactly what you want me to do," said James. By now he
was down to an undergarment that did nothing to hide his
erection.

Beauty took in his broad shoulders, flat stomach and the
impressive tent in his shorts. She remembered his kisses
and how he had felt in her arms and said, "What I want
you to do...is to wait for me over there." She pointed to
her oversized bed.

Beauty stood beside her bed and stripped off her bed
robes. James took in every luscious curve of her body as
he slowly stroked his cock. When Beauty joined him on the
bed, James kissed her mouth. Their lips and tongues
melted together. His hands seemed to be everywhere at
once and then suddenly he had a finger in her pussy. He
found a particularly sensitive spot and he lingered
there, bringing her to orgasm. Then he kissed her neck
and her breasts and trailed his lips across her stomach
until his tongue touched her clit.

Minutes later Beauty moaned, "Ohhh...do it again." She'd
lost count of the number of times that her body had
shaken with yet another orgasm. James seemed to know just
when and where to touch her swollen pussy and clit to
bring her off, but now she wanted more. "Fuck me," she
demanded. "Do it now."

James manipulated her clit until she was at the brink of
another cum and then he slid his cock into her aching
pussy. It filled her perfectly, as she knew it would.
James began to fuck her with slow steady strokes. Despite
the fact the his cock had been swollen and stiff and
drooling precum ever since he had entered her room, James
was certainly in no hurry to cum.

"Harder, damn you," urged Beauty, but James held her on
the edge with his slow strokes for what seemed like an
eternity. When she finally came, Beauty passed out and
then fell into an exhausted sleep.

James dressed back into his uniform with jerky, wooden
movements. Elise was having trouble controlling his tired
limbs as she looked into Beauty's mind. Elise couldn't
believe it, James was everything that Beauty could want
in a lover. He was handsome, charming, caring and he'd
just fucked her until she literally couldn't stand it
anymore, but James wasn't the lover in her heart. It was
some peasant whom she hadn't seen in months, someone who
was too far away to figure into Elise's scandalous plans.
She studied Beauty's sleeping form and decided on another
tact. Elise summoned her magic. Very well, she thought,
you'll sleep and sleep forever unless this true love of
yours comes to rescue you. She spread a pall of gloom and
malaise over the palace and then she enchanted the
surrounding grounds and forests. Elise flew from James's
body and her invisible spirit hovered over Beauty. You're
in love with this peasant boy? We'll just see how much he
wants you, she thought.

**

Hal's horse picked its way through the main camp of Lord
Vance's army. It had been two years since he had heard of
the mysterious deaths of Beauty and her father, the King.
Hal had had little time for mourning because war between
the barons of the leaderless kingdom had broken out
almost immediately. Lord Vance, the Baron of Gorgia, and
his allies had fought to keep the kingdom together until
a new king could be named. Under the pressure of war,
Hal's military career with Lord Vance had advanced
rapidly. He had become one of the baron's aides.

Hal pulled up before a large tent in the center of the
camp and dismounted. He turned his horse over to a
soldier and entered the tent. Lord Vance and a number of
his officers were standing around a table that held a map
of the surrounding area. "Hal," called out Vance when he
saw him. "What news do you have?"

The men in the tent grew silent as Hal approached the map
table. He pointed to road on the map and said, "We
engaged Lord Rupert's men here and fought a delaying
action through Green Valley until we reached the river.
It was a bloody two days, but when we reached the river
your trap was sprung." Hal allowed himself a brief smile.
"Your plan worked, Lord Vance. Rupert surrendered when he
saw that his men would be crushed."

A cheer went up in the tent. Several of the men slapped
Hal on the back and congratulated him. Hal appreciated
the acclaim of his fellow officers, but to him the
victory was just another battle in a long and bloody war.
Vance roared over the clamor in the room, "You don't
understand, Hal. It's all over. With Rupert out of the
way, the rest is simply a mopping up. I'll be able to
call an enclave of the barons before the summer is
through. We should have a king before the first snows
fall."

Hal was stunned. The battles and bad food and hardships
of the field had seemed interminable. Lord Vance put his
arm around Hal and said, "I'll want you at that enclave,
but for now I want you to go home. You certainly deserve
a rest."

A few hours later Hal was headed out of the encampment on
his way north. After days of travel he entered the
village of Leedston. It was the last independent village
that he would pass through before he reached the castle
district. He decided to stop there for a meal and to wipe
away the grime of the road. With any luck he would be
seeing his parents the next day.

Hal had reached the center of the village when he saw a
group of small children being entertained by some sort of
street showman. The children shrieked as a tiger leapt
over their heads and burst into a shower of candy and
small toys. Hal smiled; there was only one person who
could do that trick. He waited until the show was over
and approached the short, wild haired performer.
"Clarence," he called out.

Clarence studied the young man before him. It took him a
few seconds to realize that the young man with the thin,
haggard face and tired smile was Hal. "My boy, I'd hoped
that you would come through here one day."

The two men went to a nearby tavern and talked at length
about the war. Hal told his story and ended with, "...and
Lord Vance felt that he could convene an enclave of the
barons before the end of summer."

Clarence suddenly looked shocked. "That means they would
pick a new ruler," he said.

Hal shrugged. "Of course."

"But Beauty is still alive!"

Hal felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. He
shook his head. "Clarence, Beauty's dead. Everyone knows
that."

Clarence shook his head violently. "Yes, that's what
everyone thinks and feels, but here's the truth. I was
summoned to Beauty's rooms on the morning following a
ball that celebrated her eighteenth birthday. No one
could awaken her, and some of the servants were sure that
she had died in her sleep. It was very difficult for me
to detect her breathing and heartbeat, but I could tell
that she was barely alive."

"Some sort of enchantment?" asked Hal.

The wizard nodded. "Yes, and a very powerful one at that.
The King and I stayed by her side day and night. I tried
everything I knew to bring her out of her state, but
nothing worked. She still lies in her rooms at the
castle. An incredible feeling of loss and hopelessness
filled the castle and the surrounding forest. It was much
more than the natural feeling of loss for a loved one. A
number of people committed suicide and the rest fled in
despair."

"My parents?" asked Hal.

"They were among the last to leave. When the King died,
it broke their spirit. Your father saved as many of the
royal horses as he could and fled. He breeds and cares
for them at a farm not far from the castle."

"Thank goodness for that," said Hal. "And you say that
the King is truly dead?"

Clarence nodded. "Yes, he stayed by Beauty as I tried to
arouse her. Neither one of us rested for days; I had my
magic to sustain me, but the King died - more of a broken
heart than anything else I think."

Hal stared hard into Clarence's eyes. "We have to try to
help Beauty, you know that don't you?"

"I've been preparing to do that for the last two years. I
have several new spells that I can try on her, but the
truth is that I'm an old man and I won't be able to fight
the enchantments that surround the castle and the dragon
at the same time."

"Dragon?" said Hal.

"Yes, a rather large one I'm afraid."

Hal shook his head. "Dragon's don't live this far north."

Clarence smiled thinly. "Perhaps he'll toddle on home if
you point that out to him."

A few small dragons could be found in some of the wetter
areas in the south of the kingdom, but the truly large
beasts, the ones that gave the dragons their fierce
reputations, lived in the swamps far beyond the southern
border. One of Hal's soldiers had been a dragon hunter.
The man could tell tale after tale of harrowing escapes
from the beasts that could kill a man with claws, or
teeth or fiery breath. He'd made it clear that it took a
team of men working in concert to bring down a large
dragon.

Hal said, "I suppose I can get together some of the
returning veterans to take on a dragon, especially if it
means helping Beauty."

Clarence shook his head in disagreement. "You don't
understand, anyone who nears the castle is filled with
dread and foreboding. They become absolutely certain that
there is neither anything nor anyone worth finding in the
castle. And don't think that people just haven't tried. I
watched as hundreds of adventures tried to reach the
castle. The overgrown forest and their own fears repelled
most long before they even came within view of the
castle. A few strong willed individuals reached the
walls, but the dragon either killed them or drove them
away. You'll never get a group of men to the castle, much
less have them work as a team once they get there."

Hal frowned in frustration. "How do we - or I - do it
then?"

"I do have something up my sleeve," said Clarence as he
actually reached into one of the voluminous sleeves of
his robe and pulled out a small leather pouch. He opened
the pouch and poured a red jewel as big as his thumb into
Hal's hand.

"I got that from a wizard who was fleeing the war. He
said that if you could get that into a dragon it would
die almost instantly," continued Clarence.

"Any chance he was lying?" said Hal as he looked askance
at the small stone.

Clarence gave him wicked smile, "Wizards rarely lie to
one another; the consequences are too severe."

Hal replaced the jewel in its pouch and put the pouch
away in his jacket. "Alright then," said Hal. "I'll take
care of the dragon and you revive Beauty."

Clarence nodded and looked out a nearby window. "I have
to get going. I have to give at least one more
performance this afternoon, or else the children will be
in here after me."

"And I need to eat a meal," said Hal. He looked around
for one of the serving wenches. "I haven't eaten since
dawn."

**

Elise had been alerted to Hal's arrival in Leedston. Her
thirst for revenge against the King had been quenched
when he had died miserable and broken. But she had found
the predicament in which she had placed Beauty most
amusing. Now she was going to find out how faithful Hal
could be to his quest.

Elise flitted about the tavern, looking at the available
women. It was in the upstairs quarters of the owner that
she found her mark. There was the tavern owner's
daughter. Elise entered her mind and body. The girls name
was Rebecca. She was a pretty but headstrong and
conceited girl. Her father was no doubt anxious to
betroth her to the first eligible man who came along.
Unfortunately, she looked nothing like Beauty, but Elise
decided to use her to entice Hal anyway. Rebecca was
short and bit plump with blonde hair. Elise used that
extra weight to her advantage. She moved pounds of flesh
from the girl's stomach and thighs to her breasts. Now
the bosom of her dress was filled to near bursting. Next,
Elise smoothed out her skin and made her butter-yellow
hair fairly glow.

**

Hal had finished his meal and he was contemplating what
to do next when someone walked up to his table. He turned
his head and looked up into an enormous pair of breasts.
It took a moment before he realized that their owner was
speaking.

"Excuse me?" said Hal.

"I said, 'Did you enjoy your meal?'" came a high-pitched
voice from above the breasts.

Hal dragged his eyes upward until he was looking into the
face of a lovely young lady. "Oh, it was good...good,
thank you...uh?" he prompted.

"My name's Rebecca," said the girl as she sat opposite
Hal. "My father's the owner here."

"Oh really," said Hal, and a second later they were
discussing the pros and cons of the life of a tavern
owner's family. Hal couldn't get his fill of Rebecca's
stunning figure and beautiful features. For the last two
years about the only women he'd seen were camp followers
of Lord Vance's army. The hard lifestyle they had to
endure wasn't conducive to making a woman attractive.

As they spoke, Hal felt a pressure against his boot. The
pressure traveled up his leg until it was obvious that
Rebecca was feeling him up with her bare foot. As she
pressed her toes against his crotch, she said, "Is there
anything else I can do for you?"

Hal could have sworn that he heard his cock moving in his
pants as it became instantly stiff. For two years the
thought of Beauty's death had driven away his sexual
desire, but now with the idea that he might see her again
and this exquisite pubescent female making a pass at him,
he was suddenly aching with lust. He took a deep, calming
breath and said, "I may spend the night; do you have any
rooms available?"

Rebecca jumped up and grabbed Hal by the sleeve of his
coat. "We have lots of nice rooms; let me show you," she
said, as she dragged him up the stairs. She ushered Hal
into a spacious room and locked the door behind them. Hal
looked around room. He was almost certain that he was
about to get lucky, but he wasn't sure what his next move
should be. The matter was resolved when Rebecca sat on
the edge of the bed and pulled the top of her dress off
her shoulders and down to her waist, revealing her
magnificent breasts. As she eyed Hal's tented pants, she
said, "I bet you can't wait to fuck my titties."

Hal waited only the length of time it took him to cross
the room, pull down his pants and gather up the plump
fullness of Rebecca's breasts in his hands. He wrapped
her tits around his throbbing cock and sighed. Her skin
was like warm silk on the head of his dick. He thrust his
hips a dozen times and then it felt as if something hot
and almost solid was surging through the end of his cock.
A half dozen full, scalding jets of cum followed the
first one.

Hal withdrew his cum-slick cock from between Rebecca's
breasts. He felt embarrassed. "Well, that was a little
quick," he mumbled.

"It sure was," giggled Rebecca, as she massaged his
massive load of cum into her breasts. "But that's
alright," she said, and promptly grabbed Hal's dripping
cock and stuffed it into her mouth.

Hal grunted in surprise, but he quickly gave into the
sensations that her tongue and lips were creating. In a
couple of minutes he was as hard as ever. Rebecca
released his cock and said innocently, "Do you want to
fuck me now?"

"Oh baby," said Hal as he took his cock in hand to keep
the feeling going. It took only seconds for Rebecca to
drop her undergarments to the floor and gather her dress
around her waist. Hal maneuvered himself between her legs
and slid his cock into her pussy with surprising ease.
He'd expected that the little lady's pussy would be
really tight on his cock, but it wasn't. It was certainly
hot and liquid but he wasn't getting all the friction
that he wanted.

Rebecca didn't seem to suffer from any lack of
stimulation. She lifted her hips and knees until her legs
slipped over Hal's shoulders. Her nails scratched at his
arms as she chanted, "Come on Hal, fuck me faster -
harder - fuck me, fuck me..."

Hal pounded straight down into Rebecca's relaxed pussy.
He went harder and faster until the screwing couple were
bouncing of the bed with each thrust. Sweat formed on his
well-muscled torso and dripped onto Rebecca's pillow
sized breasts. By the time Hal shot his second charge of
cum she was enjoying continuous orgasms. Well spent, Hal
fell on his side and promptly went to sleep.

Rebecca stood and arranged her clothing back into shape
for public viewing as Elise left her body. Rebecca looked
at herself in the room's mirror. It was as if she had
been in a dream for the last couple of hours. Somehow,
every wish she'd ever had about her body had come true.
Her face and hair were flawless and her body would cause
a man to start drooling at a hundred yards. She looked at
Hal as he dozed on the bed. He was cute, and if he hung
around, she might give him a tumble or two. But he was
obviously not a rich man, just a soldier home from the
war. She knew that her father was aching to marry her
off, but she wasn't going to become involved with Hal
just to spite her father. Rebecca arrogantly flipped her
hair over her shoulders and strolled out of the room. It
was time to tell her father that she wasn't about to
settle for just anyone.

Elise let the girl wander off. She was getting bored with
her little game. If Hal awoke to go panting after the
gorgeous Rebecca, then so be it. If he still wanted
Beauty, then he was going to have to overcome Elise's
spells and dragon to have her. Either way, the affairs of
humans were beginning to pale. She disappeared from the
tavern as quickly she had appeared.

Hal slept through the evening and didn't arise until
daylight the next morning. He ate breakfast in the
tavern. Rebecca was there. She was flirting with a half-
dozen men on the other side of the room. She didn't seem
inclined to seek him out, and that suited Hal. He paid
his bill and left.

He sought out Clarence and they made plans in the event
that Hal was able to reach the castle and subdue the
dragon. Then Hal went to the town's local fletcher. He
had the man tip an arrow with the dragon-killing jewel
that Clarence had given him. He also purchased a heavy
long bow and a quiver of ordinary arrows. With that
business out of the way, Hal was off.

It was late that day that Hal arrived at his parent's
home. They had a tearful reunion and Hal was relieved to
see that they were doing well. They spent hours and hours
discussing the events of the past two years, but when Hal
told them about his discussion with Clarence they looked
at him with a mixture of pity and indulgence. Hal's
father said, "I'm afraid that Clarence went quite mad
with grief when he failed to save the princess. He would
go on and on about how she was under a spell. Of course
everyone knew that she was dead."

"Did you go to her funeral?" asked Hal.

"Oh no," said his father. "We had to get away from the
castle, everyone was leaving at that point."

"But why?" insisted Hal.

His father looked frustrated and confused, as if he was
tired of answering the questions of an overly inquisitive
child. "We just left, we had to take care of the horses
didn't we?"

Hal dropped the subject. His father wouldn't have
abandoned his place at the castle so quickly without some
magical influence, so Hal kept his plans to go to the
castle to himself. He spent his days honing his archery
skills, claiming that he was planning a hunting trip. A
week later he assembled his gear and headed out.

Hal had to approach the castle on foot. The surrounding
forest had become more like a jungle than woods with the
widely spaced trees of his youth. A trip that would have
been a pleasant morning's ride two years ago became a
two-day ordeal. Hal had to hack his way through
undergrowth that seemed determined to trip his feet and
block his progress at every turn. More than once he
almost gave up. His attempt seemed more worthless with
each step. But then he would remember Beauty and his
resolve would strengthen.

Late on the second day Hal cut through an overhanging
vine and the castle was suddenly there across an opening
of trampled down vegetation. He sheathed his sword and
took several steps toward the huge main entrance. He had
completely forgotten about the dragon until he felt the
ground shake. Then it trembled again and again in a
plodding rhythm until the dragon made his appearance. It
filled the main gate to the castle. It was higher at the
shoulder than Hal was tall and it's head was at least
twice that high above the ground.

Hal had only a second to appreciate the dragon's size
before he turned and ran for his life. He could hear and
feel the dragon thudding after him. When Hal reached the
screen of leaves and branches of the forest, he took a
hard left turn and dove for the ground. There was a
tremendous whoosh of flame from the dragon that crisped
the vegetation immediately above and behind him. It would
have burned him alive if he'd continued to flee in a
straight line. As it was he could feel the heat singeing
his unprotected skin.

Hal crawled to a point in the jungle like vegetation
where he could see the dragon without being seen. Twice
more its neck arched back as it inhaled deeply. Then its
head would jut forward as its tail arose and flame would
shoot out of its mouth. It watched the forest intently
for several minutes. At that point it seemed that the
dragon was satisfied that Hal had fled for good or was a
pile of charred flesh. It huffed mightily, smoke puffing
from its nostrils, and made its way back into the castle
courtyard.

Hal retreated into the woods to think things over. He'd
hoped that Clarence had exaggerated the size of the
dragon, but the wizard certainly hadn't. The scales of a
dragon grew larger and tougher as it grew older, and the
one guarding the castle was one well-aged, well-armored
beast. The jewel tipped arrow that Hal carried would only
bounce off its hide if he attacked it directly. He would
have to use his backup plan. It wasn't nearly as simple
as shooting the monster from a safe distance, but it was
all he could come up with.

Hal spent the night inaudibly moving about in the forest
that abutted the clearing before the castle. He found a
sapling in just the right position, and he trimmed it so
that it would hold his jacket in place with its arms
outstretched. Then he bent the sapling to the ground and
tied it there with a rope that he had carried from home.
He wrapped the rope around a couple of small bushes and
then stretched it out along the forest floor to a point
where he could watch the clearing. At that point Hal ate
his dinner and fell into an exhausted sleep.

It was well past dawn when he awoke. He stretched and
scratched and watered a nearby tree. After a meager
breakfast, Hal decided that he'd better tackle the dragon
before he gave it too much thought and lost his nerve. He
made sure that his bow and arrow were ready and then took
up the end of the rope. He took a deep breath and yelled,
"Hey ugly, you awake in there?" Almost immediately he
felt the ground vibrate to the dragon's steps.

The dragon emerged from the main gate of the castle and
covered half the distance across the clearing before it
stopped and began to look for the source of the noise
that had disturbed its day. Hal gave several light jerks
on the rope and twenty yards away bushes rustled. The
dragon moved closer, its head turning this way and that,
looking for whatever was making that sound.

Hal continued to tease the dragon and the beast moved a
few steps to one side so as to peer into the forest at a
different angle. When the dragon was facing away from
Hal, he gave a good hard pull on the rope and the knot
that was holding the sapling down came loose. Hal's
jacket arose from the forest floor and waved its arms
about in front of the dragon like someone who was bent on
suicide.

The dragon roared and then its head came back as it began
to inhale. Hal took that as his cue and he broke cover;
he ran to within twenty feet of the rear of the dragon.
When the beast's tail arose and the dragon began to
destroy Hal's jacket with gouts of flame, Hal set his
feet and pulled back his bowstring. He tried not the
think about the fact that he would have only one shot.
When the arrow steadied on target, Hal's fingers released
it. The arrow covered the distance to the dragon in less
than a second and disappeared into the beast's asshole.

The roar of flame from the dragon turned into a roar of
pain. It spun on its hind legs much more quickly than Hal
would have given it credit for and came face-to-face with
its attacker.

Hal realized that he'd made a fatal tactical error. He'd
made his attack, but then he'd forgotten to retreat. He
dropped his bow and sprinted for the woods as fast as his
adrenaline-flooded muscles would take him. After the
second step though, he knew it was useless. The dragon
would have him squished flat, clawed into little chunks
and nicely barbequed long before he could reach safety.
Clarence had said that the jewel would work almost
instantly. Of course one man's 'almost instantly' was
another man's 'takes a while'. The distinction, Hal
thought, was about to get him killed. Then something
shoved him hard in the back and he went flying through
the air.

Hal tumbled through the weeds and when he stopped he
desperately looked around for the dragon, but it wasn't
there - at least not in one piece. Something red and
bloody thudded on the ground next to him, and then the
sky began to rain chunks of exploded dragon flesh.

Hal shook his head in an effort to clear his thoughts.
Whatever spells had been cast around the castle had
certainly addled his brain; he'd almost gotten himself
killed. He stood and gathered his few provisions. Now
that I've slain the dragon, he thought, I might as well
look around the castle. He entered the main gate and
wandered into the great hall. He had known that the place
would be deserted, but he hadn't been prepared for the
emotional impact. For his entire life, this huge room had
been full of energy and bustling with life, and now it
was as quiet as a tomb.

Hal strayed into what had been the living quarters of the
castle's inhabitants. It hardly seemed worth the effort,
but he took the time to wash away the grime of the last
two days and to put on fresh clothing that someone had
left behind. Then he resumed his tour of the castle. He
walked about until he came to a flight of stairs that
climbed into one of the castle towers. It seemed to him
that there might be something up there of interest. But
the stairs looked so steep, and he was leg-weary from his
exertions. He very nearly turned away, but then he found
himself trudging upwards in what he knew would be a
useless quest.

At the top of the stairs there was a suite of rooms.
There were rooms filled with feminine furnishings and
clothing. There were other rooms with enough books and
charts and maps to stock a library. But there was nothing
in the suite that he wanted. He was about to head back
down the stairs and out of the tower, when he saw one
last unopened door. Just to be thorough, he unlatched the
heavy, ornate door and peered in. Across the room, in a
wide bed, was a woman who appeared to be sleeping.

Hal smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand so
hard that the back of his head crashed into the
doorframe. He cradled his head in pain as he stumbled
into Beauty's bedroom. How could he have been so stupid?
He'd completely forgotten the reason he was here, not to
mention the woman who was his reason for life.

Hal neared the bed and took Beauty's hand. It wasn't cold
in death, but it certainly wasn't the warm hand that he'd
held so many times. And it certainly wasn't the hand, hot
with sexual fever, which had stroked his erection so many
times. She's in a coma and she can still give me a hard-
on, thought Hal.

He stroked her hand as he said, "Don't worry, I won't
forget you again. Now that the dragon's dead, Clarence
will be able to come and remove the spell." He held her
hand and studied her face for long minutes. She was even
more beautiful than he remembered.
Finally he murmured, "I'd better go. The sooner I leave,
then the sooner I can get back."

He carefully laid Beauty's hand back beneath her breasts
and then he softly kissed her cool lips. Hal was about to
pull away when he thought that he had felt Beauty's lips
move against his. He kissed her harder and was amazed
when he found that her lips were warm and moist and
responding. He felt her arms move and then they were
around his neck as she pulled his face fiercely to hers.

After a long minute they broke their kiss and gazed into
one another's eyes. "You know that I love you more than
anything, don't you?" Beauty whispered.

Hal nodded.

"And you feel the same way about me?" she continued.

Hal nodded again.

"Then where the hell have you been?" she said as she gave
him a healthy slap on the shoulder.

"I...I..." began Hal, but then they both began to laugh
and weep as they held each other tight.

**

With Hal's kiss, Elise's spells were broken. The people
of the kingdom wondered why they ever thought that Beauty
had died and she was crowned Queen in short order. The
castle staff, including Hal's parents and Clarence,
returned to their former lives. Hal was made the captain
of the Queen's personal guard. He was very diligent in
his duties, especially at night when he made sure that he
stayed very near the Queen.

Beneath the sheets of Her Majesty's bed, Hal slid his leg
between Beauty's. He wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her close until her breasts were spread across his
chest, and her face was next to his. As he spoke his lips
brushed hers. "When are you going to marry me, and make
an honest man of me?"

"It has been arranged," said Beauty, "for me to marry
Limner, the son of Lord Willowbrook."

"What?" cried Hal. "You can't be serious."

"Have you ever seen Limner," asked Beauty with a sly
smile.

"Of course," said Hal. "He's a fop and a dandy, and he
surrounds himself with young boys who look just like..."
Hal stopped for a second and then said, "He doesn't like
women, does he?"

"Not in the least," said Beauty. "He likes the hard work
that comes with being a leader even less. I've arranged
with Lord Willowbrook that one of our children - that you
would be yours and mine - to be the next Lord
Willowbrook. Our family will be even more powerful and
the crown will be even more secure."

"You're certainly your father's daughter, aren't you?"

Beauty nodded. "It's what he would have wanted."

"Then I'll never get to be a king, or prince, or
whatever?"

"You want to be a king?" asked Beauty.

"Yes, I think so," said Hal in mock seriousness.

"Get your own damn kingdom," said Beauty, then she
squealed with laughter as Hal hugged her even harder."

End