High School - The Final Year

A fantasy look at life in high school



It’s the first day of the new school year, for Rob, Nick, Lucinda, and Becky it will be the last one they will share. All four of them have went to school together since kindergarten, and have remained good friends through the years. After this year Rob will play football and basketball at Michigan State where he has accepted a full scholarship. Nick and his band have signed with a record company and will start touring as soon as the school year is done. Lucinda is unsure of her future. Her parents want her to attend a Christian college, but she would rather get any job singing, and not go to college at all. Becky is planning on attending the local college and trying out for their basketball team. She plans on living at home with her mother and her mother’s , Joe, who just moved in with them.


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The four meet in front of the school as planned and head in together.


“So, what’s it like having Joe live with you and your Mom?” Lucinda asks Becky.

“It will take a little for me to get used to,” replies Becky “I’ve never lived with a guy before-it’s always been just me and Mom. The hardest thing is rbering that I have to wear a bathrobe to go from my room to the bathroom. I never bothered to wear one when it was just Mom and I.”

The four arrive at their lockers, deposit the books they don’t need, and head to home room. They arrive at home room just before the bell and take their seats. After homeroom they each go to their classes, and don’t meet again until lunch. While in line for food there is general discussion on who has the best teachers and who has the worst.

When they sit down Becky asks, “So what are you guy’s doing after school today?”

“I’ve got football practice” replies Rob.

“Our band’s practicing for a few hours, then we have a meeting with Sony Records.” Says Nick.

“I’ve got a date with Jason, the new guy.” Says Lucinda happily.

“Sounds like I’ve got to find something to do by myself” said Becky.

That night Becky shot hoops in her driveway until she heard an argument inside her house, and went in to see what was wrong.

“... you know I have a business meeting tonight, so why the hell don’t you have supper ready?” Joe was yelling. Mary, Becky’s mom, was trying to explain why supper wasn’t ready, when Joe took what was cooking on the stove, threw it in the garbage, and muttering something about buying supper on the way there, left the house. “What made him so angry?” asked Becky.

“Don’t worry about it,” replied Mary, “his work is stressing him out. He’ll be in a better mood when he gets home.”

True to Mary’s word, Joe was all smiles when he came home that night. He told them that his business deal had gone extremely well, and to apologize his behavior at supper time, he gave Mary two dozen roses.

Meanwhile Lucinda’s date was going extremely well. She discovered that Jason had a great sense of humour to go along with his movie star looks. She was also impressed when she found out that Jason had his own apartment.

After dinner at the local restaurant, they went to see a movie. The movie was boring, at least the first ten minutes of it were. After that she wasn’t paying attention to anything except Jason. She loved the way he kissed, the way he caressed her body as he kissed her, first caressing her hair, her face, and her back. Then he put his hands up her shirt and touched her breasts like no one had touched them before, and when she thought she couldn’t be pleasured any more, Jason slid his hands down Lucinda’s body towards her waist. Upon reaching her waist Jason undid Lucinda’s blue jeans and slid his hands down her pants. The way he fingered her was as skilful as anything Jason had done, so much in fact that Lucinda had to hold both hands over her mouth so that the rest of the audience could not hear her screams of pleasure. Lucinda wanted to return the favour but just as she reached into Jason’s pants the movie ended, and the lights in the theatre came on. Neither of them wanted to go home, but Lucinda’s parents wanted her back in the house by 9:30 on a school night, so they left the theatre and went to Lucinda’s house.

At school the next day Lucinda told Becky that she had a wonderful time the night before. Lucinda also said that she wasn’t going to see Jason that night, because he worked Wednesday nights at his uncle’s store. Since neither girl had anything planned, they decided to go to Becky’s after school to study and catch up on the latest gossip.

After school Rod went to football tryouts again, while Nick worked until 7:00, and then went home. Upon arrival Nick discovered that his dad wasn’t home from work, and that his mom had gone out for the night, leaving Nick with the house to himself.

The first thing Nick did was check the answering machine. He found that his Dad had left a message saying that there was a surprise business meeting scheduled for that night, and that he wouldn’t be home. Nick wasn’t surprised by this, as his father was often gone over night on business.

Nick did his homework, watched some TV, and was heading to bed when his mother’s car pulled in the driveway. When she entered, Nick was surprised to find that she had a man with her. Nick’s mother saw the startled look on her son’s face and said, “You’re father’s never home, so why can’t I find somebody else? Just don’t tell your father.” And without introducing him, she led the man to her room. Nick wasn’t sure if he agreed with his mother, but he decided not to tell his father. “He’ll figure it out eventually,” thought Nick “If he’s home long enough that is.”

Thursday night there was an exhibition football game, and everyone planned to attend. Rob was the starting running back, Becky wanted to watch him, Nick and his band were playing at half-time, while Jason and Lucinda were planning to watch the game, then head back to Jason’s apartment afterwards.

The entire school was out to watch the football game even though it was only an exhibition game, but the fans would not be disappointed. In the first quarter Rob ran for 100 yards and 2 touchdowns before being pulled so that the coaches could get a better look at some of the younger players.

Nick’s band put on an exceptional performance at half time, they had the entire audience on their feet dancing and singing along with the band’s alternative music. The band finished their performance by announcing that they were going to be playing at a concert the following night and that tickets were still available. By the time the football game ended the concert was sold out.

After the game Becky and Rob went out for dinner, Nick went home for the night, and Jason and Lucinda went to Jason’s apartment as planned.

At the apartment Lucinda helped Jason put the finishing touches to the meal which had been cooking during the game. Once it was ready the two sat down for a romantic candle light dinner, complemented by a fine red wine. After the meal they headed into his den, where they sat drinking wine and talking.

Jason set their glasses on the coffee table and started kissing Lucinda. First he kissed her lips, then he worked his way along the neckline of her blouse. Having worked his way back up to her face, Jason kissed her ear as he undid the buttons of Lucinda’s blouse. After taking off her blouse, Lucinda laid down on the couch as Jason worked his magic. He kissed her naval and massaged her hips before he slid his hands under Lucinda, and towards the clasp on her bra. After he undid her bra, Jason fondled and kissed her breasts. The moisture of his tongue running across her breasts sent an involuntary shiver down Lucinda’s spine. Jason then ran his tongue from between her breasts, down once again toward Lucinda’s navel. As his tongue slowly worked its way down her body, Jason undid the buttons on Lucinda’s skirt and then worked both the skirt and her panties off. By the time Jason had totally undressed Lucinda, his tongue was only at her navel. Lucinda ached with anticipation as his tongue continued its slow pace toward its inevitable destination. Jason’s tongue played with Lucinda’s clit, before driving deep and hard into her very wet slit. Jason drove his tongue into Lucinda a few times before switching to his fingers. He repeatedly jabed his fingers into her, twisting and turning them until Lucinda let out an orgasmic cry of pleasure.

After she had calmed down again, Lucinda took charge. She took Jason’s shirt and pulled it over his head. Lucinda kissed Jason’s muscular upper body as her hands quickly undid his pants. She then pulled Jason’s pants off and, despite the fact that he was still wearing boxers, started playing with his cock. Lucinda guided Jason’s erection through the opening in his boxers and began to suck on it. At first she sucked it slowly and sensuously, then after a while she moved to quick rapid action which caused drove Jason over the edge, and before long he began to cum. Completely caught up in the moment, Lucinda reflexively swallowed his load, and then licked Jason clean. They cuddled together on the couch for half an hour until Lucinda realized it was getting late and she had to go home. They shared one last kiss before Lucinda got dressed and left to go home.

Becky and Rob went with a group of football players to McDonald’s after the game. Through the years the town’s greatest football players had went to McDonald’s with their teams to celebrate after games, and Rob and his team were just the latest in a long standing tradition. The group spent an hour eating, hanging out , and having a real good time. After an hour the group started to dwindle as people headed home for the night. At last there was only a group of 4 boys and 4 girls left, and they decided to head out together. Saying good-bye to the rest of the group, Becky and Rob got into Rob’s beat up Cavalier and drove home to Becky’s house.

When they arrived at Becky’s house the lights were off, since both Joe and Mary had gone to bed already. Rob said good-bye to Becky, and then drove away. Rob drove through the main section of town heading toward his house in the western section of town. The further west Rob drove, the worse condition the houses were in. He had been driving for ten minutes when Rob turned down a dead end street. All the houses on this street looked the same. They had been built after the second world war to accommodate the soldiers coming home from the war. That had been almost sixty years ago and the houses were in dire need of repairs. Rob stopped his car in front of the last house on the street, which was no different than the others on the street. Windows had been boarded up where the glass had broken; shingles were missing on the roof; and some aluminum siding had fallen off and never been replaced. Walking up the walk toward the house, Rob was reminded of the promise he had made to himself. “When I sign my first pro contract, I’m going to buy my parents a nice new house.” he said to himself as he walked into the house. Rob’s parents were already in bed so that they could wake up early and head to work.

Rob’s mom worked as a maid for a rich family in town, and she had to leave home at five o’clock in the morning so that her boss could have breakfast in the morning. She wouldn’t return until after seven at night either, because she had to do the dishes after they had eaten supper. Rob’s dad spent his time wandering around town doing odd jobs and looking for work. A car accident when Rob was young kept him from holding down a serious job, and the medical bills had drained their family’s bank account. Rob’s 14 year old brother, and 11 year old sister were often left to take care of themselves while their parents were at work.

At school on Friday the whole school was talking about the concert that night. Nick’s band was playing at the local arena which held 5,000 people, and every seat was sold. Though they had not yet released an album, the band was famous across the entire state, and many people were coming from out of town to attend the concert. There were also 4 or 5 enterprising people who decided to throw parties after the concert.

After school Rob, Becky, Lucinda, and Jason went to Becky’s house to hang out before the concert. Mary made supper for them, which they ate before they all headed out to the concert which started at 7:30. The opening band tried their best, but did not do a good job of entertaining, and the crowd became restless. Finally at 8:00 Nick and his band came on stage. They rocked the venue for more than two hours before Nick held up his finger indicating that they were going to play one last song. Nick sang their song “Lies” which had become an anthem for the teenagers of the area. When it was over the crowd rushed the stage, and it was all security could do to get the band off stage untouched.

Nick and the band talked with a representative from Sony while the crowd cleared out and the stage was cleaned up. When he was finished, Nick joined the rest of the gang and they all went to a party outside of town. There was already at least 500 people at the party when the group got there, and after they arrived a seemingly endless stream of people showed up. The party was located on the outskirts of town, and the owner had invited everyone to camp there, so the party went long into the night. Rob met up with some of his football buddies and had some drinks with them; Becky ran into a cousin of her’s who lived in another town and spent the night hanging with her; as soon as he arrived, Nick was surrounded by a group of girls, so he spent the night entertaining them and many others; Lucinda and Jason had a few drinks with their friends before sneaking off into a tent, and weren’t seen until the next morning.

The entire group had to work in the afternoon, so after a quick breakfast they all went home to prepare for work. Lucinda had to work until 10:00 on Saturdays; Jason worked until 9:00, as did Becky and Rod; Nick only worked until 8:00, but his band practiced for three hours after that. Because Lucinda had to go to church on Sundays, her parents wouldn’t let her go out with Jason after work. Rob went home after work to spend some time with his family, and Becky went home and watched t.v. with her mother, until Joe got home.

When Joe got home he was in a bad mood, and told Mary that they were going to bed right away.

“I’ll come to bed after this show’s over” Mary replied.

“No,” shouted Joe, “we’re going to bed now.” Since Joe was obviously in a bad mood, Mary decided she would listen, and go to bed with Joe. Becky shook her head at the change in her mother. Before Joe had moved in she was very independent, but now she meekly did whatever Joe told her to do.

Sunday, after church, Lucinda went out to dinner with Jason at an upscale restaurant in town. Following the meal, they decided to go for a walk in the park. They were walking along a path when with a sly smile on her face Lucinda pulled Jason off the path and into a grassy clearing that was secluded from the path by trees.

Once inside the clearing Lucinda began kissing Jason, then she undid his shirt and started kissing his chest. After Lucinda had taken off his shirt, Jason started kissing her. As he kissed her Jason undid the back of Lucinda’s dress and slid it down her body. While the lovers kissed Jason undid Lucinda’s bra, and she took of his pants. She then dropped to her knees, pulled his boxers down, and began sucking Jason’s cock. Jason grabed a hold of her hair as Lucinda’s head bobed up and down. Once she had him good and hard, Lucinda pulled Jason down to the ground. When he was lying on the ground Lucinda took her panties off, and then sat on Jason with her legs straddling him. Like a cow girl on a wild horse, Lucinda thrust her body back and forth on top of Jason, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. After a while Jason grabed Lucinda and rolled her over onto her back. Lucinda then wrestled Jason back under her and they rolled about around the clearing completely oblivious to their surroundings. Eventually they came to rest with Jason on top.

He withdrew his cock from Lucinda, and began licking her cunt. He quickly brought her to an orgasm, and when he had finished licking her, he whispered, “let’s do it doggie style.” Jason helped Lucinda roll over and then when she was kneeling, he inserted his cock from behind and began thrusting it into Lucinda. As he thrust, Jason kissed her neck, then grabed Lucinda by the shoulders and twisted her so that he could kiss her on the lips. This was the first time that Lucinda had tried anything like this, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her satisfaction grew when Jason pulled out and gently entered her ass. She enjoyed it so much that when Jason wanted to go back to the missionary position, Lucinda made Jason continue. Lucinda’s ass was so tight that Jason new he wouldn’t last long and quickly deposited his load inside her ass. The couple spent the rest of the afternoon lying, naked, on the ground kissing, yet conserving there energy so that they could have one more go at it before they left the park.

The friends didn’t see each other until Monday at lunch when Nick told the rest that the record company was so impressed by the performance at the concert, that they wanted the band to start recording an album after school, so that it would be ready to release the week before the end of school. This meant that Nick and the band would be spending all their spare time in the studio. Because they wanted to get the recording done as soon as possible, Sony records offered to give the band an advance on their money, so they could quit there part time jobs, and therefore have more time to do the recording.

The others were all happy for Nick but also sad that they would not be seeing as much of him. The situation made them realize that it would never just be the four of them again, as their adult lives would pull them in different directions. Over the next few weeks they saw less and less of each other as Rob and his team got ready for the regular season, and Lucinda spent most of her time at Jason apartment. This left Becky spending a lot of time by herself, at home. She killed time doing her homework and shooting hoops outside her house, but as Septber turned to October it was getting too cold to play basketball.




Continue reading High School- The Final Year Chapter Two

My Night With The Cop

This is about the night I seduced a very reluctant cop into letting me fuck him up the ass.



Ryan was someone I wanted to do everything with the moment I laid eyes on his photograph. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was half italian, half white, but his eyes and hair were jet black. He was a police officer and that made my cock even harder. Ryan in uniform was a sight to behold, but look of authority he had even in his every day clothes pushed me almost into an obssession. My cock craved him. I knew come hell or high water, I would have him one day. Soon. Only problem was, Ryan and I didn't get along, bad blood between us. And, of course, he was straight.


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I just moved in close to Ryan's house with a friend of mine, April. Four doors down, to be exact. One night driving home from work, about 11 pm, I saw him jogging three streets down from my house. He looked magnificent. I pulled along side of him and rolled down my window. Just talking to the man, I could feel my cock grow inside my pants, that urge to touch him, feel him, fuck him, becoming almost unbearable. He walked up to my window, standing about five feet from my door, unsure of my reasons for stopping. I made casual conversation, taking in his sight, being careful not to let him see me rubing my cock inside the truck. He kept his body turned to the side, keeping an eye on the road in front of him, every now and than turning to glance behind us. The ever watching trained eyes of a cop, I knew he was analizing my every word as I said them. If I didn't have Ryan that night, if I did not feel my cock slide up his tight virgin hole on this night, I knew I wouldn't survive.



I invited him over for a beer, offering a truce between us, telling him my roomate was gone for the weekend. He hesitated, than shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. I knew he was dying to get away from me.



"No, I had better not." He said flatly.



"We're neighbor's, Ryan." I said, in my most accomidating tone. "Come on over for one beer, at least we can be civil to eachother. You act like your afraid of me or something." I played on his over enlarged ego and sence of manly pride. If there was one thing Ryan wasn't, it was a fearful man. He sighed as if he was mentally backed into a corner and knew it, pressed into doing what he hated. He reached up and flatned his hair, which never looked out of place. Everything about him was just right. I think it was just an unconcious nervous reaction. I knew he was uncomfortable around me because of my previous overly aggressive advances towards him. As planned, Ryan's ego blinded him, and he agreed, telling me he wanted to finish his jog, take a shower, eat something, than come over for one. He didn't make it overly obvious, but I was sure he stressed the "one."



I drove home fast. Breaking the 25 mile an hour speed limit. I jumped in the shower, wanting to be clean for my first time with him, than changed my cloths and waited impatiently for him. When he knocked on my door, my cock sprang to attention. I gave it a few good rubs over my pants as I walked to the door to invite him in. He took a few steps in, keeping his back away from me. He didn't trust me as far as he could throw me. I held out my hand and told him to take a seat, which he did, porposly choosing the recliner so I could not sit right next to him.



Handing him a can of beer, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, promising his large size, even when soft. My nipples ached for his touch and my mouth salivated for his tongue. I sat opposite of him on the couch. We talked for an hour, one long tortering hour, before I indulged myself into bringing up sex to him. I was sure he glared at me when I did so, but I played it off as just a normal topic. Within 15 minits I knew the police sargent had to be aroused, at least to some point. When I brought up the subject of head, I knew exactly where I was going with it.



"A man's mouth feels better on a cock. It really does." I took a swig of my beer, crushed the can, and offered him another. He looked down at the can and turned me down.



"No, I still have half a can left, thanks though."



I got up to grab another, giving him a minit to think about what I had just said. When I got back, he tired to do a fast subject change, but I wouldn't let him. I went right back to it, explaining myself to him. "A man know's what a man likes, what feels good. A woman sucking your cock has no clue. You've never tried it? Never been tempted?"



He cast his glance outside my livingroom window, staring at the blackness outside. "No, I haven't." I knew he wasn't lying, but I sensed arousal in his voice and the way he avoided my eyes when he answered me. "I should prolly get going. Thanks for the beer."



He couldn't leave yet! Not when I was so close! I motioned for him to sit down as I swallowed my beer. Inside my head, I was swallowing his juice. My balls throbed with need. "Sit down, have another beer, I'm all alone in this house all weekend, I could use the company." He sighed again but did as I said, much to my relief.



I knew it was now or never.



I stood up, acting like I was going to grab another beer, when I walked over to him, standing in front of him. His eyes panned up my body, resting on mine. I knew he was wondering what the hell I was doing, and concern spread over his face. I put my beer can on his body, where the first button on his shirt lay open, and before he could stop me, poured the rest of my drink, which was only a quarter of the can down his chest. The coldness of it and what I did must have suprised him, because his eyes flew wider.



"What the fuck did you do that for?" He demanded of me, setting his own can on the table next to him. Befor he could stand up to leave, I put each of my hands on each of his knees and squeesed.



"Relax, Ryan." I moved my hands up his legs, un till my thumbs were putting pressure on his cock. I made circuler motions with them, hoping to feel his cock swell inside his pants. Befor he could object, I licked the side of his neck, than his earlobe, taking it in my mouth to suck on it. I heard him groan under his breath and I knew as long as I didn't let up on him, he would be mine, I would have his body. I continued rubing his cock, but let my mouth run down his neck, over his chest, tasting the beer off him. It clung to his body like sweat. My cock hurt now from not being touched. I took his hand and placed it on my crotch, showing him with my hand over his how to rub it, squeese it, grope it. I pulled away from his face long enough to see his eyes were closed. A look of forced submission across his face. I had aroused him to the point he coulnd't refuse me. Making love to this man was all I wanted. My cock lusted after him, driving it into his tight ass even once would last me a lifetime. My kissing became more aggressive as the tension mounted and my hunger for his body became more of a need than a want. I began to unbutton his shirt. After every button I relesed and set free, I would kiss the exposed flesh of his chest, than pushed his shirt over his strong shoulders and down his back. My mouth sought his, and after a few attempts to avoid me, my tonge gained the permision it begged for as he let it slip past his lips and inside his mouth. We kissed pasionatly for a long time, while I fumbled getting my own cock out. With his eyes closed, he stroked mine. His hands weren't as experienced as mine, but knowing that it was his flesh that touched mine made it feel so dam good, I had to stop him so I didn't blow my load. When we both looked down at his cock, taking in the size his pants had grown, we both knew he wanted action.



I got on my knees in front of him, as he sat back against the couch, letting me take his cock out. I felt his unsteady hands trble as they held my head as I began to suck him. Precumm had formed on the head of his cock, and the sweetness of it sent a spike of extasy up the shaft of my cock and through the rest of my body. I was sucking the meat I wanted for so long. And even though he was unshure and afraid, he was giving his body to me. I took so long working his balls and cock with my mouth. When my eyes met his, I could tell his were glazed over, but he quikly looked away. I think he was ashamed he was being made to feel this good by another man. That was O.K. I could handle that as long as he didn't stop me.



His cock was standing at full attention, str8 up. When I would lick the bottom of his shaft up to the head, I would stop for a minit, watching it. To tease it, to hear his breathing become erratic, I would flick the head with my tongue, than engulf his cock with my mouth. That sent him up the wall with excitment, I could feel that the way he would grab on to my shoulders tightly.



Ryan's cock had been so tasty, so tantalizing, so wonderfull to suck, lick, and touch, but it was now his tight ass I craved. I wanted to finger it, lick it, suck it, tease it. I stood up and motioned for him to do the same. With a deep breath, he did. I removed his socks, shoes, pants, and underwear, leaving him naked in front of me. I than did the same with myself. My hands cupped his waste as I turned him around, than lowered him down to the couch again, making shure he was bent over the arm so I could kneel behind him to spread his ass apart and eat it. I gave his back a few good strokes to calm him down. His reluctance was now again on his mind. I wouldn't give him the chance to mentaly shift gears. My hands cupped each of his cheeks and squeesed a few times before seperating them. My first lick to his hole was an exploshion to my body. Every cell of my brain seemed to dance. He tasted so good. I liked around the hole, carefull not to lick the actuall hole, feeling him squirm. I wanted him to want it. I wanted him to wait for it, as I had to for him so long. I ran my finger over it, rubing it. It must have felt dam good to him, because he was moaning and groaning, lowering his head more and more with enjoyment, only to pick it back up in suprise with one of my touches he wasn't expecting. When I finaly shoved my tonge into his hole, you would have though he died and went to hevean. I loved the feeling of giving him that much pleshure. I tongue fucked him for a long time, reaching under him to flick his nipples with my finger. When I wasn't flicking his nipples, I was jerking my own cock which was dripping with precumm. That's when I got the idea to catch the precumm off the end of his cock and spread it over his ass like butter to a sandwitch. I wish it had lasted longer, but after a few seconds of sucking and licking it off, it was all gone. His hole was nice and wet now though. I pressed my finger against it, wiggling it side to side. I could hear him saying "Oh God, Oh, God," under his breath. He wanted my finger up his ass. He wanted me to finger fuck him. I knew he would soon want me to cock fuck him to. My cock would be up his ass tonite, creating heat, friction, and alot of cumming between the 2 of us. I pushed my finger up his hole half way, sending him into a world of pure pleashure. He bent over more for me. I pushed my finger up all the way, so my knuckles were touching his tight balls. I rubed his prostate and every other place up his ass I could reach. I licked around the base of my finger that fucked him, sucking on his cheek, than back to his finger filled hole. I took out my finger, and I think I felt his dis apointment.



"Hush, Ryan, I'm not done making you feel good, don't worry." He muttered what I took as a "mmm," as I laid on my back under neath him, once again sticking my finger, only this time it was 2 fingers, up his hole, the same time taking his cock down my throat. I sucked and fucked him good, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and my fingers in and out of his hole. He sat up, leaned back, the heels of his feet against his ass cheeks. He tweeked his own nipples and I could see beads of sweat on his four head. He didn't break a sweat from jogging, but he did from getting finger fucked and sucked. I knew he was loving what I was doing to him. This sexy stud loved to get it from a man. Our eyes met, and for the first time, he didn't look away. I kept 2 fingers in his ass, but added one to make 3. Than I used my free hand to play softly with his nipple.



Ryan took the initative to get off of me after a few minits of that. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked by my cock, as I laid it in his hand. His eyes burned into mine as he took his time answering me. Finaly, he said "yes." I took him by the hand to my waiting bed. Before laying him down on his belly, I let my hands roam his body. His pysiqe was extrordinary. So tone. So smooth. So ready. So willing.



I didn't know if this was going to be a 1 time nite of sex or not, so I wanted to take my time with him. I didn't want to rush only to have it a memory. I laid his hot body down as he turned his face to the side, resting it on his crossed arms.



"Fuck, Ryan, you are so sexy, do you know that?" I asked him in a lusty voice. I saw his eyes float shut as he let out a quiet "mmm," for me again. I rubed his back and shoulders, relaxing him, eraseing the knots his stressfull job gave him. I massagged his lower back, his ass, than the inside of his ass cheeks untill he was squirming again, begging me to fuck him. I will never forget his words.



"Shawn, oh God, I'm so ready for your cock, please," He stumbled over his words, as if all his strenth was focosed on feeling good, than continued with his plea, "please Shawn, fuck me, put your thick hard cock in me and fuck me." His words were as lusty as mine as I told him I wanted to fuck him, that I would, I promised.



I put my hands on the sides of his hips and he took the direction to kneel. He arched his back for me like he had done it a thousand times, but I knew it was his first time. I rubed my cock's head over his hole, letting the lube drible over my cock and on to his ass. I spread it all over, than used my hand to coat my cock with it. I firmly held him in place as I pushed the head in him. His body tensed.



"Relax, it will only hurt for a minit. Just relax, that's it." I felt his body losen some so I pushed it about an inch in. Again he tensed. I reached around and stroked his cock slowly. The extra lube on my hand caused my hand to slip easaly over his cock, which was so hard. I whispered to him it would be O.K., that in a little while he would be feeling good, that he would adjust to my size. He trusted me and gave himeself to me. I pushed it in all the way. I could feel his balls against mine. Slowly I pumped him. In. Out. My hands holding his hips so I could move in and out of him. In. Out again. He didn't seem to be enjoying it at first, but after about 3 or 4 minits, he began to moan. I knew his ass now belonged to my cock. My pumping became faster with more determination. I pumped and his body came to meet mine each time. He felt so good.



"I want you, Ryan. I've wanted this for so long. To fuck you. To make love to you. To see you take me in. To watch my cock slide up your ass. To cumm in your ass. Ryan. Oh, Ryan. Your being fucked by a man. I'm fucking you. Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good? Tell me you love me making love to you like this. Tell me you love my cock in your tight ass." I begged him, hoping he could understand me. My words were a huskey whisper.



But his were the same. "Yes," He said. "I love it, your making me feel good, Shawn. Fuck me, that's it. Fuck, Oh fuck, Shawn, fuck you feel good. Don't stop. Don't stop, please, Shawn, don't stop!"



"I'm not going to stop." I began pounding his ass, thrusting my cock in and out of his ass. I reached around him and pumped his cock with my hand. It didn't take long for either of us to cumm when I did that. I felt his ass tighten around my cock and I felt his milky man juice spurt in my hand as mine poured in to his ass. We colapsed on my bed out of breath as I played with his softening cock. I rolled over on his chest, kissing him, thanking him for giving himself to me. He kissed me back and I felt his hand move to my cock. It felt good, just playing with eachother's sex organs. I knew the way he touched me he would want more from me and my cock. Cop conquest suxessful! I turned to him.



"Next time do you think I could fuck you in your uniform?"



He smiled and told me I could have him any way I wanted.




Neighbors - chapter 2



"Next time, I want you to put it in me"



All day, that phrase had been pushing itself to the front of my mind. And each time, I asked myself the same question: What did she mean by that?


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I had heard those words the night before at my neighbor Jenny's house. She had said it to me after a mutual masturbation session more exciting, more intensely satisfying, than I had ever dreamed possible. After our shuddering orgasms Jenny had used her fingers, still warm and wet from her vagina, to gather my semen from where it had landed on my body. She then slid those cum covered fingers back inside herself, and as she did so she spoke the sentence that would not leave me. "Next time, I want you to put it in me" could mean a couple of things. To paraphrase a President, it all depends on what the meaning of "it" is.



I suppose I managed to get through the day without showing my inner turmoil. But I couldn't begin to tell you what I did.



When I got home that evening, my wife was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine. It may sound callous, but I didn't feel any sort of guilt about my dalliance with Jenny. The way I looked at it, my wife hadn't lost anything; it had been years since she had shown any interest in sex, so I wasn't depriving her of anything. And our marriage wasn't at any risk; I had no intention of leaving my wife for Jenny or anybody else. It seemed to me that it was a win-win situation. My wife wasn't bothered, and I had relieved some long pent-up sexual pressure.



"How was your day?" she asked as I hung up my jacket and hat. "Oh, fine I suppose" I answered. I didn't go into any detail because I couldn't. "How about yours?" I asked in return.



She answered at some length, describing a day pleasantly full of useful activity. I listened, commented when appropriate, and after dinner suggested that we take a walk. We often do that when the weather is good, and I wanted to make sure that I didn't neglect the many parts of our marriage that were in good working order.



We left the house, and at the end of the walk my wife turned left, toward the house that Jenny rented. Just as we reached Jenny's walk her door opened and Jenny appeared.



Jenny isn't a stunning beauty, but she has a very pleasing body and, (as I had just learned the night before) an impish, devil-may-care grin when she is feeling good. She moved down her walk toward us, and we stopped to swap greetings. Jenny was acting perfectly normal, and I hope I was. If so it was pretty good acting on my part; it was all I could do to keep from staring hungrily at her small, shapely breasts whose nipples had so delightfully announced themselves the night before, at the perfect V where her legs met and where her fingers had gently caressed, then rubed, and finally penetrated her beautiful pussy.



The three of us shared a few moments of neighborhood gossip, and then Jenny said she had to be going and stepped toward her car. My wife and I began to walk again. Then, from behind us, we heard Jenny say "Oh, I just rbered. I'm glad I ran into you" We turned back, and I was thrilled to see the same smile that I has seen the night before. "I really appreciate your helping me last night" she said to me. Then she turned to my wife and said "You have the most helpful husband. I don't know how I could have moved all those boxes without him. Do you think you could spare him again one evening this week? We didn't finish everything I wanted to do last night."



What nerve! I thought admiringly. She looked perfectly natural. I could only hope that I was keeping a straight face.



My wife smiled at Jenny and answered "He is a dear, isn't he? Of course you can have him again. Just don't wear him out; I expect to get several more years of box moving out of him myself."



Jenny turned back to me, and this time I did spot the hint of a gleam in her eyes. "I have to go out now, but how about later, say 9:00 or so?." I managed to ignore the fact that I was in danger of displaying a rather impressive erection. I smiled back and said "Sure. Always my pleasure to assist a damsel in distress."



My wife and I got home from our walk around 8:30, and for the next hour I tried to look as though I was reading. But I just stared at one page while thinking "It's going to happen again. I'm really going to happen again."



At 9:25 I could wait no longer. "I'm going over to Jenny's now" I called to my wife who was upstairs watching television. "OK" she answered. "If I'm asleep when you get back I'll see you in the morning."



The walk to Jenny's house seemed to take days and seconds; that doesn't make much sense, but that's what it felt like. When I got to her door, I took a shaky breath and pressed the doorbell button. "It's open, come on in" I heard Jenny call.



I opened the door and stepped into her small entry hall. There was a faint light from the back of the house. From Jenny's bedroom. From that room, I heard Jenny say "Why don't you lock the door and come on back here."



When I stepped into Jenny's bedroom I was almost swept away by the sheer sensual impact of what I saw. There was Jenny in her double bed. She was propped up on a couple of pillows.



She was naked. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread wide, revealing the faintly glistening cleft in her neatly trimmed bush. One hand was stroking and teasing a perfect breast. The other hand held a phallus. Not one of the comically large ones you see in porn films; this one was a nearly perfect replica of a normal erect penis.



"Please come here" Jenny said, her voice almost a purr. When I reached the bed she slipped the dildo into my hand, and in an echo of the previous night said "I want you to put it in me."



I wanted to move slowly, to savor each moment of this exquisite experience. I put the tip of the dildo on the breast that Jenny wasn't caressing, about a half inch away from her erect nipple. Her eyes closed, and she sighed in pleasure. I slowly circled her nipple, gently but not so softly as to tickle. My circle got smaller, slowly closing in on the perfect little bud. When I finally grazed her nipple with the dildo Jenny gave a small, almost soundless gasp and whispered "Ah, yes, there - right there." Then she dreamily opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Don't you feel a little overdressed?" she asked.



I kept the dildo gently caressing her nipple as I used one hand to unbuckle my belt. That done, I undid the button and worked the zipper down. Still using only one hand I worked my jeans down over one leg, then the other, and stepped out of them. My boxers looked like as though someone had pitched a tent sideways; my penis felt like an iron bar.



I began to slip my boxers down, and then stopped as I realized that the soft friction of the cotton cloth against my penis was really exciting. Instead, I open the fly and allowed my shaft to spring free, standing hard and proud. And was then thrilled beyond description when Jenny reached out and began to gently stroke me.



I replaced the imitation penis with my real thumb and forefinger at her nipple. I felt the soft ridges of that beautiful little sprout as I gently pinched it, not quite twisting. While I enjoyed the feel of her between my fingers, I began to trace the dildo slowly down her belly toward her delicious vagina. And I shuddered with pleasure at the feel of Jenny's warm hand caressing my penis, her fingers gently exploring its length, now soft as butterfly kisses, now hard and insistent.



When I reached Jenny's vulva with the dildo I stopped. By now Jenny had spread her legs even wider, and I could just make out the tiny bulge of her clit within the filmy tangle of her pubic hair. Slowly, I approached the tender mound with the tip of the plastic penis. Then, just as I had with her nipple, I slowly circled her clit, not quite touching. As I did so, Jenny moaned, the sound of a woman who frankly wants gratification.



By now my penis was harder than it had ever been before. The tip, so swollen that it looked faintly purple, throbed. By some magic, Jenny was able to sense when I was approaching orgasm, and slowed her strokes just enough to keep me on the edge without pushing me over.



My fingers on Jenny's nipple had begun working it more insistently. Not hard enough to hurt, just the beginnings of a twist.



The imitation penis was only a hair's breadth from Jenny's now swollen clit. In one fluid motion, I grazed the tip of the dildo over her clit, slid it down her moist cleft, and slipped it inside her fully wet vagina.



Jenny's moan now became a gasp, and she arched her hips away from the bed to bed the dildo more deeply inside her. At the same time, her grasp on my penis tightened, and her stroke took on a slight twist as she slid her hand up and down my shaft.



I worked the dildo inside Jenny, raising it to provide a massage for her clit when it was mostly out of her, lowering it to tease the upper part of her vagina when it was deep inside her.



Jenny's worked my penis with her hand, stroking, twisting, sometimes gently exploring the tip with a fingernail.



My breath was now jagged gasps. Jenny was still arched above the bed, thrusting harder and harder against the dildo which I now kept deep in her vagina.



And then, in an explosion of sensation far beyond anything I had ever known before, I began to cum. For what seemed like minutes my penis thrust and jerked in Jenny's hand as it spewed jets of warm semen over Jenny's belly, her breasts, her damp pubic hair.



At the same time, Jenny gave a long, shuddering groan, almost a wail, and the muscles of her vagina clinched around the dildo. Again and again, her muscles tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, and a thick rope of my semen slid down onto her clit as her orgasm took control and swept through her.



My trbling legs threatened to give out, and I let myself collapse across Jenny's body. We lay there for minutes, slowly regaining our composure.



At last, I raised my head and looked at Jenny. Her complexion was rosy in the aftermath of her release, and there was an enticing sheen of sweat on her breasts. Her eyes opened and when she saw me her lips curved in a faint but completely satisfied smile.



"That was almost perfect" she sighed.



And then, the faint smile turned into the impish grin I had seen before.



"But next time, I want you to put it all in me."




The Club

Wife has a surprise for her man



“I won the bet, so I get to do it my way,” my wife explained as we got out of the car. “I’ll pick whom I choose and you’ve only got a yes or no vote, no negotiations or questions. All right?”


“Okay by me,” I said. This was certainly a new turn of events, as she usually was more sedate and reserved and let me always take the lead. My wife is a petite brunette, with awesome legs, a very nice ass, little pert boobs, and she wore her dark hair long. Tonight she had painted her face to really emphasize her eyes and she looked like a million bucks. She had on this blue-jeans dress that buttoned up the front. She’d unbuttoned the top four buttons on her dress and three on the sheer blouse underneath. She never wore a bra and every once in awhile I could catch a glimpse or her tiny nipples.


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Her shapely legs were really shown off by those hose, and I recognized them as the kind that required a garter belt. I wondered if she was wearing the matching panties and was tempted to raise her skirt to find out, but we were directly in the light over the door.



The interior of the club was dimly lit and it wasn’t that crowded, not for a Friday night, but it was still early. We got a small table in the back and I ordered for us and then watched the waitress shay her ass in the way to the bar. De nudged me under the table and leaned closer to whisper that it was okay for me to flirt, but I wasn’t to pick anyone special. I asked how far the flirting was allowed to go, and she smiled impishly and told me that we could touch and kiss and that was it.



“Yes or no,” she demanded.



“Yes, of course,” I quickly agreed and by then the waitress was at our table, setting our drinks down. I bent over to check out her legs and she laughed as she looked at De.



“You going to let him get away with that?” she asked, but she was still laughing.



“Why not? You’ve got such a beautiful ass. I wish mine looked as good,” De sighed with a laugh.



“Don’t be silly, stand up and let me see your butt,” said the waitress.



I thought De was going to refuse, but she surprised me by standing up and bending over her chair, slowly swaying her ass. “See? Not as beautiful as yours.”



“Let’s say equally as beautiful,” said the waitress, “so it’s a tie.”



De quickly agreed and sat down. Then the waitress touched De’s hand and leaned over and whispered something in her ear. They both smiled at each other and De brushed her thigh as she moved off to take more orders.



“What did she say to you?”



“Girl talk,” said De and no matter how I asked her she always gave the same answer, so I dropped the subject and we talked of other things. However, I did notice that every time the waitress checked on our table, she always managed to touch my wife or De managed to touch her first. By the time we were on our third round, De was rubing the waitress’s thigh when she sat our drinks down.



“My name’s Hanna,” said the waitress as she wiggled against De’s hand. “I get off at ten.”



“Mmmm, I’d like to get you off before that!” laughed my wife.



“Meet me out front a few minutes after ten and you can get me off by ten-thirty!”



De patted her ass and told her it was a date. We finished our drinks and went out for some fresh air. It was almost ten so we decided to wait and see if Hanna actually came out or if that was her way of getting a better tip. If it was, it worked as De insisted on giving her an eleven dollar tip on a nine dollar tab. Oh well, it was worth the ten dollars to get to watch them together.



We were just getting to our car, when Hanna joined us. She had on tight jeans and a button-up blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples strained the material.



“I’m glad you guys waited on me to change,” she said as she sat her purse on the trunk. “I know this great club right down the road or we could go to my place for a few drinks. I’ve got a pretty well-stocked bar and I know I have what you two drink,” she laughed.



De quickly agreed that drinks at her house sounded better than a noisy club. “Do you want to ride with us, or do you want us to follow you?”



“Follow me, but I only live two blocks over. Turn right at this light and left two lights down. My place is on the right and you can park at the curb.”



“Great. Want us to pick anything up on the way?”



“Nope, I think I’ve got it all,” replied Hanna.



We got there just as Hanna was turning off her engine, and we joined her on the porch as she unlocked the door. Ushering us inside, she motioned to the couch as she went over to the bar and fixed all three of us a drink.



When she turned back around, I noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse almost all the way down, giving us an excellent view of her rounded breasts. She wiggled her way back across the carpet and handed me my soda, bending way over when she did. She leaned even farther over De and lightly kissed her on the neck.



“Wanna dance?” she cooed as she pulled De to her feet.



“Sure,” replied De as she slipped into Hanna’s arms. They rubed their nipples against each other until each set were hard as rocks. When the radio played a slow rock song, Hanna slipped her hands between them and gently started unbuttoning De’s dress. It wasn’t long before De kicked it off completely along with her shoes.



My wife un-tucked Hanna’s blouse and slipped it off over the tall brunette’s head. Her nipples were dark and huge, quite a contrast to De’s. My wife had tiny, light-pink nipples and even when they were hard, they were tiny compared to Hanna’s. I watched as they got back to rubing each other’s breasts as they kissed, and I was hard as a rock, my cock straining against my slacks.



The song finally ended and they swayed across the room to me and dropped to their knees in front of me, one on each side, and De reached up and ran her fingers over the bulge in my pants.



“Mmmm,” she sighed, “Look what I’ve found.”



“What? Show me,” whispered Hanna. “Let me see his hard cock.”



De undid my belt and pants, slowly pulling them down over my knees. I kicked them off barely in time before Hanna had my hard cock firmly in her hand. “I love it,” she sighed. “It’s so big and hard.”



“It tastes good too,” chimed in De as she took the head in her mouth. Hanna started stroking me deeper and deeper into my wife’s eager mouth, then she leaned in and kissed my balls. Sucking first one then the other as she kept stroking my hard cock into De’s mouth. Just when I thought I would explode, Hanna licked up the shaft and forced De off my throbing cock with a deep kiss.



They continued to kiss over the head of my cock for several seconds then Hanna slipped me in to her mouth and quickly bobed her head, forcing almost all of my ten inch cock down her throat.



De pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. Hanna kept sucking my cock, taking more with each thrust until she had it all down her throat. That was all I could take and I exploded, shooting great gobs of hot cum down her throat and into her mouth. De quickly joined Hanna in sucking my cock, licking all the sticky goo off Hanna’s lips as well as my shaft.



With a moan, Hanna slipped up over top of me and kissed me. Shoving me back on the couch, she managed to get my shirt off with little trouble and then De joined us in kissing. Shortly, it was just the two girls kissing and De gasped when Hanna pushed her down on the floor and went down on her.



I reached down and rubed Hanna’s beautiful ass, she sighed even as De moaned and came under her flicking tongue. Hanna kept getting my wife off, over and over again until De forced her to release her tender clit.



“Get naked,” De pleaded to Hanna. “I want you!”



As Hanna slipped off the couch, De pulled me down on top of her and kissed me, wiggling her hips to rub her wet pussy against my hardening cock. I felt Hanna’s hand grab my cock and guide it into my wife’s tight pussy. She continued to fondle my balls as I fucked De with long, slow strokes. Then she gently tried to pull me off the couch so I could join her on the carpet.



I slowly pulled out of my wife and got off the couch. By the time I pushed Hanna back onto her back, De had joined us. She laid down between Hanna’s shapely legs, her long hair falling over Hanna’s stomach as she kissed her. Hanna pulled me down and kissed me hard as her hand found my cock. She pulled my hard cock towards her greedy mouth as I licked down her throat, to capture her hard nipple in my mouth. Sucking first one, then the other of her swaying breasts, I could tell by Hanna’s moans that she was loving the attention De was paying to her as well.



Kissing down Hanna’s stomach, I licked my way thru De’s hair, gently pushing her farther down Hanna’s legs. Just as Hanna took my hard cock in her mouth, De sat up and let me see all of Hanna’s body.



What a surprise that was, as Hanna had a cock, and she was rock hard! De leaned in and kissed me, and guided my head down towards Hanna’s swaying cock. I felt her jump as I slipped the head in my mouth and started sucking. I kept sucking her cock as I turned around so I could fondle her balls as well. With my other hand, I grasped the hard shaft and stroked it in time to my bobing head.



My wife had moved up and was kissing Hanna, then she pushed me away so she could straddle Hanna’s hips. With a wiggle and a moan, De slipped Hanna’s huge cock deep inside her pussy. My wife increased her rocking and seconds later she came on Hanna’s thrusting cock. With a gasp, Hanna filled De’s pussy with hot cum and they kissed as they both came several times over.



When De finally rolled off, I took Hanna’s shrinking cock in my hand and stroked her even as I found De’s cunt with my other hand.



“Suck it,” whispered De. “I want to see you taste her cum mixed with mine.”



I leaned down and took her in my mouth, and she was salty, sticky and very slippery in my mouth. Hanna groaned and pulled my hair as I forced all of her down my throat. Luckily, she was only half hard, as I could of never taken all of her massive cock when she was fully erect.



“Oh,” moaned Hanna after a few more minutes under my tongue, “I want you to fuck me.”



I found the lotion where she’d pointed, and quickly lubed my hard cock especially around the head while Hanna raised her shapely buttocks up off the floor and begged me to fuck her in the ass. I gently eased myself into her tight little hole, and she moaned every time I slipped a bit more of my hard cock inside her. Catching her legs behind the knees, I held her butt in the air as I pushed all ten inched inside her. I started fucking her tight little asshole with long, slow strokes. Hanna moaned each time my balls slapped her upturned ass cheeks.



My wife leaned in and pushed Hanna’s legs down enough to get her head down on her stomach, then she took Hanna’s cock in her eager mouth. A few strokes latter, Hanna came in great shuddering gasps and De quickly swallowed every drop of her sticky cum. When her muscles tightened on my shaft, I groaned and shoved my throbing cock as deep in her ass and I came as well. We finally untangled and collapsed on the floor, with Hanna cuddling my wife.





Busted, Chapter 1

A weekend begins for three old friends.


"First of all, we have house rules." Allie said, wagging her finger under my nose in mock-seriousness.


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"House rules?" I thought to myself. We just got here for a visit, and already our hostess is telling us there are rules? What is this, reform school?



"Rules?" I prompted, cautiously.



"Yes." She said, crisply. "One, we are nudists, so no clothes are allowed inside the house."



Oh, okay. That one I’m good with.



"How about jewelry?" Eve asked. She likes to wear a ton of jewelry when she’s naked.



"Jewelry is not clothing." Allie pronounced, and then got a thoughtful look. "Seductionwear is okay, as long as it comes off eventually."



"Okay. And…?"



"Second, we are eroticists. Everything we do is erotic, so no one can pass another at any time without touching each other in an intimate way. The more intimate and erotic, the better."



My eyebrows shot up. That sounds like an interesting rule in itself. "What else?"



"Pursuant to rule two, you are not allowed bathe yourself. You must always have someone else bathe you. No exceptions."



I could feel my loins stirring. There were two of them, and only one of me. Girls, that is. These were the best rules I ever heard of.



"Lastly, jealousy is forbidden, as is straying, and the word `no’ is frowned upon. Are we agreed?"



I gave a look to my woman, Eve, who shrugged her shoulders, nodded and said "I guess so."



Damn straight. She was the one who thought of making the trip to visit Allie in the first place. Both women turned and looked quizzically at me. Like they had to guess.



"I’ll..try to be a good boy." I said with mock-piety matching Allie’s mock-seriousness. "Now what?"



"Let’s get naked!" Allie squealed, and began to pull her tight T-shirt over her head.



A little background here. Eve and I have been together for years, and have the perfect marriage. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a man is "satyrisis." We just like to fuck. Allie is an old friend from when we all lived together in another time and place. Just out of college, we all lived together in this one huge attic room of an old house that had been converted to an apartment. Clothing was optional in those days too, and we just lived a lotus-eating existence.



Allie was such a nympho in those days too, and she used to spin her tales of sexual adventure for us to pant and drool over, stories of threesomes, foursomes, sixsomes…boys, girls, boys and girls, girls and boys, she liked it everywhichaway. Eve and I were a little more into each other at the time, but every so often we took a lover together and gorged ourselves on sex, sex, and more sex while it lasted.



Times change, though. We all got jobs, then the jobs got better, or in distant cities, and our little commune eventually dissolved. Allie moved to the southwest, while we moved first to the west coast, then back east, then south.



One night, after a particularly fine one-on-one session, Eve suddenly sat up (after her legs quit trbling), and said: "Why don’t we go visit Allie?"



She knew there would be no argument from me. Our last lover had been a wonderful man, as bi- a boy as I, but he found a woman and fell in love, and she wasn’t into multiples. You get the picture. We were both horny for some more group-gropering, and for Eve to pick Allie could only mean that she had a taste for girl-girl.



Eve and Allie had been together once way back when. Eve told me about it later, that she and Allie had gone out shopping one day while I was at work, and had come back to the attic and taken a shower together, with more in the bedroom later. When I heard about it I was pissed. Not because she had gone behind my back, but because they hadn’t included me!



Allie is a dark-haired woman with a rather voluptuous build. She liked to tan at a nudist resort, and would always get dark all over (yes, even there) every summer, with no tan lines. Eve, on the other hand, is more petite-slender, almost paper-white, as true celtic redheads are. It makes her nipples sooo pink! Allie was voluptuous, Eve was slender and girlish. Allie had jugs, Eve had perky titties. Next to them (a place I like to be), I have arms that tan brown to just above the elbow where my shirtsleeves end, and around my face and neck where the collar of my shirt lies. What can I say, I work a lot and don't have the time or patience to lie out in the sun. Besides, if I did tan I wouldn’t want tan lines, but I don’t have a nearby place to do it in the buff.



"STOP!" I commanded, and Allie paused, with her shirt up around her shoulders. She looked at me with a frown.



"Five point penalty for removal of your own clothes. If you can’t bathe yourself, you can’t remove your own clothes either." I crossed my arms across my chest in a "cop" pose and acted like I had a "gotcha," which I did.



Immediately seeing my point, Allie dropped her shirt back down and held her arms straight up like a child waiting to be undressed.



Slowly, I moved behind her and slipped my hands under her shirt, and against her sides, just below those stupendous tits of hers. Ever so slowly I slid my hands up her skin, cupping her fine jugs and pulling her back against me. Allie purred like a cat and melted to me like butter. I slipped her shirt off and repeated the action with her satiny red gym shorts, making sure to get a good feel of her fine ass and thighs in the process.



Standing again behind this naked dark-skinned goddess, I took her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Your turn." And pushed her gently toward Eve. Shit, what a mistake!



I’m a guy, right? And what is it that we guys like to see more than anything else? Two girls getting it on, right? Only now I had made it illegal to pull off my own clothes to get at my stiffness, which needed immediate adjustment NOW! I’ll never make that mistake again!



Allie slowly approached Eve, who was also wearing a T-shirt and shorts with nothing on under them. She cupped Eve’s breasts, and gently kissed her on the lips. Eve has always said she preferred men over women, and to be sure I’ve never kissed a guy myself, although I’ve certainly sucked and jacked a lot of cocks. Their first kiss was close-lipped, but then Allie opened hers and began to tug at Eve’s lips with her teeth. Eventually, Eve opened hers and the two girls went full-in with each other.



Eve began to squeeze Allie’s breasts, as Allie slipped Eve’s pants off, letting them drop to the floor, then she began to finger Eve’s bush, as the two braced each other tighter and tighter.



I’m dying here. I can’t just take a "five-point penalty," they’d never let me live it down! But all I can do is watch! Eve was beginning to heat up, and I could now smell the two girls’ bouquets. Eve’s breathing became more rapid, and she began to grunt and bite her lip, but I knew she wouldn’t cum, because I knew how she liked to sequence her first climaxes.



Eve backed away from Allie suddenly, then braced her and turned her face towards me. "Let’s get him!" she said.



Uh, oh. I’m about to get sexually assaulted. Cool!



Both women were Cosmo-reading "fashionistas" in "real" life. Both knew how to "cat-walk," that strutting way of crossing each leg in front of the other when strutting, the better to make the hips (and tits) sway. When it’s done like a predatory cat closing for the kill it’s irresistible. They circled me and pressed against me, making me the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Okay!



Eve worked at my shorts, while Allie pulled my shirt, and in a second I was naked too. Allie reached for my cock and experimentally stroked it a time or two.



"What’s it like to ride him, Evie?" she asked.



"Oh, he usually rides me." Eve replied. "I like it on my back."



"What, no doggiestyle?"



"I’ve always been too small for that."



Allie looked at me. "You poor boy! How long has it been since you took a woman from behind?"



It had actually been longer than Eve and I had been together, which is to say a very long time. She didn’t like it, and I had quit asking long ago.



"Well," Allie said, "I just love it from behind! You’ll have to give it to me hard, understand?" She gave my cock an extra squeeze when she gushed the word "hard."



"Yes, ma’am!"



"Hey, Evie," she said, "let’s suck him up good and hard and ride him `till he pops, whatcha’ say?"



"Okay. What technique do you like to use when you’re blowing a guy?"



"It’s a combination of mouth and hands." Allie replied. "Watch!" And with that she shifted around in front of me, knelt down and took my whole package in both her hands. Eve knelt beside her, like an attentive student.



Eve had actually already learned from a master. Yes, that’s master in the masculine sense. That lover we had that found a woman? He was a wizard of cock! Nobody knows how to blow you better than another guy, because we have the same set of buttons. After a couple of sessions watching him she could suck as well as the best of them, all the way down to the base. Whatta woman!



When Allie began to slide her lips down one side of my shaft, Eve began on the other. Soon, their lips met over my cock and I was in the middle of their making out. I looked down and could see hands exploring tits and slits. Soon, they both slid off the end (whew!), and began to kiss, stroke, and fondle each other for real. Gladly, I took over operation of my twang and watched the show.



They both raised up on their knees and twined in brace, their breasts pressed tight together. Few things in this world are so beautiful as two beautiful women, naked, and making love. I knelt beside them and stroked their backs and behinds as they kissed, gently working my fingers between their legs.



Both were moist with feminine honey. They started a little as I touched their labia, but opened wider to allow me access. I had to move so close that my cock pressed against their hips to reach both cunts, but I soon had a rhythm going, and both girls began to grunt and moan as they began to heat.



Suddenly, Eve broke away, which mystified Allie. "It’s okay." I said to her. "This is how she gets her motor running. Watch!"



I brought Allie under my wing, and she wrapped her arm around my back, as Eve took a towel and lay on her back, very stiff and still, eyes closed. She put the towel over her slit and began to rub her nubin through the cloth. Mesmerized, Allie reflexively reached for my cock without taking her eyes from the scene before her. Naturally, I took one of her fine boobs in my hand and pulled her tighter. Little by little, Eve began to stiffen and stretch like a cat as she reached her first peak, then relaxed on the downslope. Allie looked at me in wonder, but I only gave her a smile and a wink that said "Keep watching."



I disengaged from Allie with a brief kiss and a tweak of her nipple, then lay close to Eve and gently laid my hand around her throat. "As if you were going to choke me." Were her original instructions about this, which I found frightening at first, but which later became such a charge once I learned how to do it right. Allie moved around to the other side, watching intently.



I felt Eve begin her rhythm again, and ever so slowly I began to stiffen my hand around her neck. Not tighten, stiffen. There was actually very little pressure on my woman’s neck, rather it was the tension in my hand against her collarbone she was feeling. She began to make little kitten-mewing sounds as she neared the top, and at last arched her back off the floor as she climaxed. Still, she made no move or sound, her eyes still shut.



Allie began to stroke her breast as she began again. Both of us could feel the power that was building. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Rub that cunt. Get it good and wet. I want to dump a load in you. Come on, baby, cum on…cum on…cum on.." I matched her tempo with my whispers, my lips now close to her ear. Allie moved her lips to her nipple.



Allie erupted in a monumental climax, moaning out as if she had been struck, then curled tightly into a fetal ball. Gently, I stroked her side and legs while she recovered.



"Wow!" Allie said, thunderstruck. "Does she always do this?"



"Every time." I quietly replied. "Now, get ready."



After a moment, Eve came suddenly out of her ball and attacked us both like a cat in heat. She grabed my cock and wrapped her arm behind my head and started frenching with a vengeance. I reached blindly for Allie, who joined us, and we three locked lips, our tongues dancing together. She opened her legs a little wider to allow me access, and her smooth-shaved slit was wet with her juices.



I could tell that Allie was fingering Eve, and both were beginning to heat up from the stroking. Fortunately, I don’t easily cum from someone else stroking me, so their grunts of pleasure only heightened my own excitement, without bringing me too close to the edge. Both girls reached the peak together and ran over the top, collapsing onto each other, and sinking to the floor. It’s MY turn now!



Gently, I parted Allie’s legs and positioned myself to feast on her cunt. From the way she moaned and arched when I landed, I could tell that this bitch was in serious heat. I looked up to see Eve feeding her one of her breasts, and Allie’s hips just wouldn’t hold still as I licked her. I had to grab her velvet-silk thighs to hold her steady, and locked onto her clit. She rocketed over the top, screeching her climax loudly, and then lay still, panting.



Eve’s turn, except I used my fingers. I crawled up next to her and laid her down. We necked for a few minutes, and I used the opportunity to feel her fine little body up, her tits, her cunt, her thighs, her belly…I like to feel up naked girls!



She liked it too, judging by the increased speed of her breathing. Finally, I parted her nether lips with my finger, laying it on her like a hot dog in a bun and gently sawing back and forth. She was gushing wet, and I slipped my middle finger in, curling it up to reach her G-spot. Eve stiffened and arched, and grabed me even tighter, holding on for her dear life as I finger-frigged her, then I switched to flicking that little volcano inside with my fingertip. That did it. She blew up like a bomb and began thrashing her arms around as she came.



Allie to the rescue. My cock was throbing now, visibly twitching from my excitement. In one gulp Allie deep-throated me and put on the suction. Sure, tear it out by the roots, I don’t care! She maneuvered over me and smashed her messy cunt hard into my face, all the time without letting me out of her mouth. I grabed her butt cheeks and pulled her even more and began to eat her box as hard as I could. Soon, I felt another pair of lips begin to suck at my nutsack. "If a woman wants your cock, give it to her!" suddenly flashed through my mind. Yup!



Before long, Allie shuddered and climaxed, then lost steam and dismounted. I wondered what to do next, but Eve took her place. Eve was a little harder to get to, since she was shorter than Allie, and her sweet slit was out of reach unless I held my head up off the floor, which I knew I couldn’t do for long. I thrashed about for a pillow, but all were on the couch, out of reach. Allie took a minute to comprehend, but saw what I was pointing at and came to the rescue.



Now, I ate pussy! Eve got her pussy eaten. See Dick eat Jane! Eat, Dick, eat! Jane likes Dick. Jane likes Dick to eat her pussy. Dick likes eating Jane’s pussy. Jane likes getting her pussy eaten, but she likes Dick (dick?) more, and with that, she changed position and impaled herself on my cock (Hah! Bet you thought I was going to say "dick" again, didn’t you?), riding cowgirl-style. That was a switch! That’s just how excited she was, I thought to myself.



I brought my knees up behind her for support and let her slide up and down on my rod herself. Allie joined in, squeezing Eve’s tits and frenching her. Eve quickened her pace, and I had the time of my life trying to hold off. After all, I have TWO women here.



This time I was lucky, and Eve peaked quickly. I was right on the edge and holding on for dear life. The thought of mounting Allie like a stallion and slamming my cock into her from behind was in my mind, but it wasn’t helping things while Eve was riding me. Normally, if I’m in a woman that’s it, that’s the end of the evening. Soon, Eve got off, and Allie looked at me to see if it was her turn now.



"Take me and ride me hard. Now!" She hissed. "I need cock!" She turned and dropped to all fours, her bare ass blatantly displayed for me, her jugs dangling straight down. How does she know that I like this most of all? Of course, of all women in this world, a nympho like Allie would know what signals sexual readiness to a male, or female for that matter.



I mused for a moment, and admired the view. The most submissive pose possible. Her legs slightly apart, her bare cunt completely exposed to view, her funbags swaying gently with the slightest of movement. The flare of her hips signaling "FEMALE" at the top of the evolutionary scale…gotta love that in a woman!



Apparently I was taking too long for her, for she began to beg me: "Mount me! Take me! Please take me now! I need you, I need your cock in my cunt! Pleeeze!" All those exclamation points only made it better. I love it when a woman gets desperate.



I took my time, feeling her up. I crawled around her, squeezing her tits, stroking the inside of her thighs, fingering her pussy and bung. Made her cum again with my fingers, fed her my cock and fucked her mouth for a minute or two, just to show her who was boss. I tortured her with this game of "keep-away." I treated her like a prize cow at the State Fair judging ring. Her pleas only got louder and dirtier: "Goddamn it, why won’t you fuck me? I need you to fuck me now! I gotta have cock! Gimme that stallion cock of yours! I need you to ram it in my cunt and pound my ass! C’mon boy, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!!"



And with that I grabed two handsful of her fine wide brown ass and mounted her, thrusting in to the hilt which turned her last word into a scream, and she collapsed her head and shoulders onto the floor, thrusting her ass skyward to receive me. I paused for what seemed an eternity. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder to see why I was waiting. Only then did I begin the rhythm.



Ever so slowly did I withdraw, and ever so slowly did I thrust back. Allie groaned from the depths of her being as I pushed back in. Eve sat up and watched the show intently as I withdrew and thrust again, a little faster this time, like a steam locomotive starting up. Allie was so slick inside I could barely feel her, and she wasn’t as tight as Eve, but so what? My cock was sliding in and out, and what with the heat my balls were hanging low, swinging back and forth, slapping her mound with each stroke, until…



A hand slipped between my legs and cupped my balls. Eve came close against me and kissed me on the cheek, her signal that she approved. Then she squeezed my nuts hard and I jerked stiff and slammed even harder into Allie, who cried out again in passion. I became a wild man and all but lost control, mating with this female like a lion and his queen. I jerked Allie’s ass against my crotch as hard as I could, shoving my cock into her cunt as hard as I could. I was lost in the moment, a tiny being attached to a penis the size of a rhino as I fucked Allie like a wild animal. Higher and higher, harder and harder, I felt the juice rising in me, and grunted through my clenched teeth like I do when I’m bench pressing my limit. Finally, I let go and began shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, white cream into Allie’s cunt, which sent her screaming over the top as well. Even Eve was making noises, the electricity of our cumming flowing through her as well.



We all collapsed in a pile together. Amazingly, we didn’t give off any steam or smoke. There was free-for-all kissing, hugging and stroking, then a lot of giggling. At last, Eve raised herself up above us, hands on her hips.



"Now," she said, "who wants to wash me?"



Uh-oh…




Girl in My Dreams (Part ONE)

I want you, I crave you, Woman in My Dreams


I've been reading very hot stories here lately and I thought I should write mine. 

Summer has finally started. Instead of celebrating, our excuses to sneak around my parents back to do exactly what they fear we would do. Make love. My boyfriend and I have been together for the longest time. we have done steamy hot passionate sex a million times! but I crave him more and more. 


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I want his pussy-tearing, hot, strong masculine dick inside my steaming, desperate hole through days, and nights. it makes me wet just thinking about his dick. 

Lately, I have been dreaming of my wonderful sexual fantasies. Some of which he is familiar with. 



I dreamt that I was on a boat with a woman and a man. a very masculine man with a good build, but somehow, he wasn't catching my attention. this woman sitting next to me... she was so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. her face. her lips. her fine curves caught my undivided attention. I was desperate for her attention only to find out she wasn't interested in a woman. Not that I have had relationships with a woman before. Instead, I caught her and the man on the same boat together. the boat was stable. we were in the middle of the ocean. I saw them both giggling and using flirtatious body language towards one another. I couldn't help look at them with jealousy. next thing I know, I was following them down the compartment of the boat. they entered a room with a double bed on the corner of the room. they kissed each other so passionately I couldn't help myself imagine those lips were mine, progressively moistened by her sweet saliva. my heart beat went as fast as I could feel in real life. their hands exploring every inch of their bodies. fingers entering one another. tongues exploring like thirsty dogs hopelessly licking a dry river. although the river seemed to have been splashed unstoppable. Their bodies both hitting the walls and the floor as their awareness toward the environment vanishes. their eyes couldn't get off each others and there I was, dying to be found so that I could be invited into this wonderful ritual. but no luck. I was helplessly wanting for their animal-like behavior as they pleasure each other. His magic wand working the spells in her narrow hat, working wonders that I could only imagine. Her groaning grew louder and it made me envy him. I wanted more and more to give her that pleasure. The same pleasure that's making her cum out her juices . I wanted his dick not because I wanted it in me. I wanted it so I could give it to her good. Only better. 



I watched through it all. Until his semen flew mid-air and landed on her smooth skin. I watched her magical vagina flow what-seemed-to-be tasteful juices. 



I wanted to wake up and touch myself. If only I could tell myself to do the practical way to end all the misery. To fucking wake up and pleasure myself!!! 

Somehow, my brain granted my wish. I didn't wake up, but their monstrous yet pleasurable scene was done. We got off the boat... After being told that we had a mission to save someone from the island. Not quite sure who, or who gave the command. But there she was. 



I was frozen. Her perfect figure facing me. Her eyes giving me the most mysterious look. Her lips were naturally wet. They seemed soft and sweet. Her breasts were perfect. They were nice looking and tempting. 



What I would do if I had my hands on those... 



Her big, tender breasts were bare. Her long hair glistening under the sun, not even covering them. She was topless. I was in awe.. Still frozen at the sight of her. 

Finally. I blurted it out. 

"fuck, CAN I EAT YOUR TITS"

Not sure if I acted correctly on this foolish instinct, she replied without hesitation,

"sure!"

She flirtatiously ran away from me, giggling while lookin back at me... A signal for me to run after her. I saw right there and then did she want me as much as I wanted her. Her big breasts bouncing up and down, seducing me by each bounce. My desire to pleasure her grew stronger each step I was closer to her. Finally... I was only two steps away from her. I was almost getting my hands on her treasures. 

We slowed down and my hands were about to touch her breasts like a sinful woman who's about to touch the holy grail. I felt like a man who's just about to take virginity out of a woman, as well as giving my virginity to her. She was hot as fuck and I would do whatever it takes to eat her up and make her wet.



Stay tuned what happens next !




RedTails : Blue Rosette

Olivia gets more than she bargained for when she volunteers to let her ass serve as a keg.


RedTails

Blue Rosette

By

Scarletdown



"Hester," Olivia purred, "I want to order what those people are drinking." The Furling Ocelot cuddled the Furling Chinchilla who was sitting on her lap, and gestured in the direction of the party a couple tables over. Everyone present at Hot Summer Nights had paused in their dancing, dining, and drinking to watch the impromptu demonstration the inn keepers were conducting.

Hester was shocked and stunned by what he was witnessing. The inn keeper's mate, a most stunning Furling Raccoon was placed on a small wheeled table, clad in nothing but her fur, and her ass thrust up in the air. The inn keeper then handed a thick bamboo straw to a green robed Human fellow, most likely a wizard. The wizard inserted the straw up the Raccoon's ass, and the inn keeper smacked his mate's bottom with his paddle, which caused a flow of delicious-looking ale to pour from her depths into the mug the wizard was holding. Even more disturbing to the Chinchilla was what happened after the rest of the party filled their mugs from the Raccoon's ass. One of the girls, a copper-haired Human lass, put her lips to the end of the straw and drank directly from the Furling. When she finished, she looked like she was going to have an orgasm right where she was standing.

Hester smiled up at his feline lover and patted her wide, muscular bottom, "I don't know, Olivia. That just seems so," he paused to think of the right description, but could only come up with, "not right."

"Aw, loosen up a bit, Fuzzball," Lewellyn, one of their Furling Raccoon companions admonished him, "It ain't as if you've never tasted a pretty bottom or two in your day yerself." He gave the Chinchilla a knowing smirk as he staggered over to his chair and sat his furry butt down, pulling his mate clumsily onto his lap.

"Yeah," Teski, the other Furling Raccoon agreed. She draped an arm around Lew's shoulders and matched his smirk, "We've seen you with your tongue up Olivia's butt on many more than one occasion." The pair of Ringtails shared a laugh together and nuzzled each other's cheeks.

Hester felt the insides of his ears heat up as the Raccoons openly discussed his intimate probings of the Ocelot's assets. Additionally, the memories of those moments caused a not so discreet hardening between his thighs, which made him blush even more.

Olivia looked down at the aroused Furling on her lap and idly ran her fingers over the stiff shaft he was showing, "The Rattycoons do have a point, love," she said, "You have tasted me before, and I have likewise tasted you. So why would tasting that lovely lady over there be any different."

Hester looked up at his lovely feline sweetheart and gave her a sheepish grin, "Er...Well...Taildiving each other is one thing," he stammered, "Drinking ale from someone's butt, especially someone whom we do not know, well, that's..."

"That's no different," Lewellyn finished the thought for him, "I'm sure the lady had a thorough deep scrub first. That's a no brainer."

"Come on, love," Olivia whined, "Look how much they are enjoying it. I want this really bad."

"Me too," Teski said, "Although even more, I wouldn't mind trying it from Lew's ass." Her paw slid down his back and came to rest on his soft, buckskin-clad rump"

Lewellyn chuckled and slipped a paw under Teski's skirt to fondle her plush assets. A naughty gleam in his eyes caused the girl to momentarily avert her gaze, "Likewise, love, I would very much enjoy sipping ale from your sweet bottom as well."

She answered by pressing her mouth hard against his, which silenced both of them for half a minute.

The Chinchilla sighed, both out of frustration with his incorrigible companions, as well as with contentment at the Ocelot's expert massaging of his fully erect shaft, "Personally, I think that all of you have had way too much to drink already," he declared, "And we haven't even eaten anything yet."

"Yeah, right," Olivia giggled. She gave him a playful swat on his bottom then took a long sip from her chalice of Azure Depths, finishing off the round, "You know all too well that I have only begun. I'm nowhere near too much, love."

She was interrupted abruptly by the inn keeper, a most delightful looking Furling Deer, clad in a collar and the cutest little black and white lacy apron. "Pardon me, good Furlings," he began.

"Well, good is a relative term," Hester interjected, "especially where these three are concerned." He was silenced by a much harder smack on his rump from Olivia.

"Yes yes," the Deer chuckled, "I know all too well what you mean. Anyway, I must first introduce myself. I am Brannel, one of the proprietors of Hot Summer Nights, and we are currently in a minor crisis situation."

Teski immediately came to their defense, "Whatever we did, we didn't do it."

Brannel laughed again and shook his head, "Please hear me out. I am certain you witnessed the little demonstration my mate and I conducted with the help of that party over there."

Hester nodded, "Yes, we saw it all. That was a most, er...interesting display of naughtiness, drinking from your mate's ass, and in front of this rowdy lot no less."

"Indeed it was," Brannel replied, "And I fear that we have made a critical error. We are now inundated with orders for Ringtail Ale, which is what Mistress Ravenna was serving from her aft end. But with only Ravenna serving, there is no way we can keep up with the demand. Therefore, I have a proposal for you and your friends."

"Say no more!" Lewellyn interrupted, "You need more Ringtails to serve as kegs, correct?"

"Most perceptive of you, sir," Brannel said, "We are indeed attempting to get volunteers to serve as kegs just as my mate did. And in return, those who volunteer may dine and drink for free here tonight, and can keep all gratuities they earn."

Teski's eyes went wide at the mention of free drinks and food, "Count me in," she declared, "And Lewellyn here too. We'll try anything once. Oh, ouch!"

Lewellyn silenced his girlfriend with a firm digging of his claws into her rump, "Honey, you know I don't like to be volunteered for anything. I would rather speak for myself."

Teski giggled and nuzzled Lew, "Sorry, love. I was just so excited, and figured you wouldn't mind."

"That's okay," he reassured her, "And I will offer my tail for service tonight. I could use a few extra silvers." He and Teski rose unsteadily to their feet.

"Oh, wonderful," Brannel cheered, "This will be a night to rber indeed." He then turned to Hester and Olivia, "And what about you two lovebirds? We can take more than just Furling Raccoons for this assignment."

The Chinchilla waved him off and gave the Deer a knowing look, "I'll decline. But thank-you for the offer."

"I'm in," Olivia said, "No way am I going to let these two Rattycoons outdo me." She gently set Hester on the table and stood up to join Lew and Teski.

Brannel looked over his trio of giggling living vessels then leaned over to mutter to the Chinchilla, "You know, don't you, and they do not?"

Hester smiled and nodded, "I have better hearing than those three realize, so I overheard everything about how Ringtail Ale is made."

"And you don't mind them being put through this ordeal?"

"Not at all. This might help sober them up somewhat."

"It will," Brannel assured him, "It definitely will."

Olivia and the two Raccoons fell into step behind Brannel as he led them towards the kitchen. They paused briefly at a table occupied by a Furling Bat and a Furling Tigress. Kneeling beside the Bat was another Furling, a very sexy brown-furred Pony girl with a blonde mane and tail. She was clad in nothing but a leather collar, and her short fur did nothing to provide any modesty for either her ample breasts, tight mound, and even more ample and muscular rump. She was obviously a pleasure slave or pet to the other two. Brannel exchanged a few pleasantries with the two seated at the table. Less than a minute later, the Pony joined the group of volunteers and stood humbly to Olivia's right. She was followed immediately by the Tigress, who arose, shed her sandals and silk minidress, and stood on the other side of the Ocelot.

As Brannel led them away, Lewellyn and Teski were quietly giggling and chattering back and forth to each other, speculating about what it was going to feel like having their bottoms filled with ale and other people drinking from them. Olivia smiled at the Tigress. She was a most striking and lovely creature, svelte and and graceful, with feminine curves and softness that belied the powerful strength bedded in her form. Even skyclad and being led to the kitchen so her ass could be filled with ale or some other drink, this creature carried herself with tremendous dignity and pride. She was the second finest example of animal beauty and sensual felinity Olivia had ever seen. Olivia herself was the number one example of course.

"Like, hi," she said, "I'm Olivia."

"I know," the Tigress replied.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, can I have it?"

"Why? You already have a name, Olivia."

The Ocelot sighed and shook her head in frustration at this lady's terseness, which to her, bordered on arrogance. "Aw come on. I just want to know who is joining us to get our asses filled tonight."

The Tigress looked Olivia over as if sizing her up, and gave her a polite, toothy grin, "You can call me Sheena," she finally said, "and the lovely little Pony there is Merriweather, mine and my mate's beloved pleasure pet."

Olivia giggled, "Well then, 'tis an honor to meet you, Sheena, and you too, Merriweather."

Sheena quietly nodded acknowledgment and Merriweather gave Olivia a coy smile, "It is indeed an honor to meet Mistress Sheena, and an even greater honor to serve her and Master Syrinx."

Sheena's demeanor softened a little. She laughed and reached around behind Olivia to give her pet a loving pat and squeeze on her rump, "Merriweather, dear girl, you have learned well since you first offered yourself to us. Flattery will get you everywhere, especially with me."

The Pony bashfully averted her gaze. Her face warmed with the feel of her owner's paw on her bottom and kind words in her long, equine ears. "Have you ever done anything like this before, Olivia?" Merriweather asked.

"No," came the reply, "I've never had anyone drink from my bottom. However, Hester has taildived me many times after giving me a deep scrubing. What about you? Is this a first time for you as well?"

"The drinking bit is," she admitted, "I have gone through the cleansing ritual many times though, for the pleasure of Master and Mistress. I get all tingly between my thighs just thinking about it."

"Yes," Olivia agreed, "I get that way thinking about the scrubing wand inside my ass too. It's so..."

"Scrubing wand?" Merriweather interrupted her, "Those are fun, but what we do for deep cleansing is much more intense. You see..." She was silenced by a firm smack on her ass. It seems that with great stealth, Sheena managed to lift Brannel's paddle from his belt while the Pony and Ocelot were babling. "Ouch! Mistress, is there a problem?"

"Yes there is," the Tigress confirmed. She slipped the paddle back onto the Deer's belt as easily as she had removed it, "You are once again speaking way too much."

Merriweather looked quite chastened and barrassed, "I am sorry, m'lady," she apologized, "I just wanted to tell Miss Olivia here how wonderful the cleansing process is."

"She will find out soon enough," Sheena said, "Since this is a first for her, we really shouldn't spoil the surprise."

The Pony nodded her head, "Okay, Mistress Sheena. I will say no more," she promised, then addressed the Ocelot once more, "other than this will be like nothing you have ever experienced in your south end before."

Olivia smiled and purred, "Mmmmm... I'm getting all hot and tingly just thinking about it." They completed the remainder of the short little trip in silence, and soon vanished through the double doors in the far wall.

The kitchen was a beehive of activity. A team of six cooks; one male Dwarf, an Ornith Hawk girl, a Furling Skunk lad, a Halfling boy, and two Furling Mice, who looked like they were most likely brother and sister, were busy manning the fire pits and grills. A mouth watering mix of aromas filled the air, as floor girls and boys padded in and out to deliver plates of succulent meats, fish, steaming vegetables, fresh baked breads, and a wide assortment of drinks to the hungry and thirsty guests out in the dining room.

Bent over one low counter at the far end of the room, with their legs spread and tails raised high were two Furlings, the Raccoon Brannel called Ravenna, and Issibel the Otter. They were being attended to by a handsome young Furling. He was obviously a crossbreed. His face was that of a Deer; as were his legs, digitigrade and ending in hard, black cloven hooves. He had the typical black, furry Raccoon mask framing his eyes, and a thick, bushy tail, dark gray with black rings. His mane of dark red hair was tied in a ponytail, and a set of short, two-pronged antlers protruded from the top of his head, between a pair of short, perky ears.

His hand was deep up Ravenna's butt, as if he was stuffing a game bird. But instead of putting bits of shredded bread inside her, he was extracting a large amount of copper and silver coins from her depths. He removed them two and three at a time, securing them in a leather pouch on his belt. When the last of the coin was removed from beneath Ravenna's tail, he repeated the same procedure with Issibel. Olivia could not help but notice the expression on the Furling lad's face as he worked. He looked as if he was experiencing considerable discomfort, moreso than what the telltale blush beneath the white fur of his rump would indicate. "Prolly just had an extra extra hard paddling is all," she thought to herself."

"Okay, ladies," Brannel said, "Stand over there with the others by the cellar door. Anton will be with you shortly."

Olivia and the others followed the Deer's instruction and waited patiently while Brannel checked on how the Raccoon-Deer was faring. She let her gaze wander, until it came to rest on the others whom they had joined. Standing and waiting with them were a pair of Ornith Ducks, whom she recognized as Selene and Marcko. They were with the little band performing here at Hot Summer Nights tonight. It was no surprise to her that these two would volunteer for this, as Orniths are generally notoriously obsessed with their ass ends. Also with them, and dressed in a short green apprentice's tunic was a handsome young Furling Fox. Olivia guessed that he was probably about to begin his sixteenth or seventeenth summer. She could smell a faint scent of arousal as he watched with amusement, the spectacle of the Raccoon-Deer pulling coin after coin from Issibel's bottom. But also mingled with his arousal was a scent of nervousness, confirmed by the constant swishing back and forth of his white-tipped brick red bushy tail, which protruded through a hole in the back of his tunic. He was certainly a cute one, and Olivia found herself entertaining thoughts of being mounted and taken pony style by him.

He must have sensed her gaze on him, because while the Ocelot was having her hottest thoughts, the young Fox turned his attention away from the action over on the counter, and looked directly at her. Their eyes met, and she noticed a reddening visible through the white fluff of his cheeks. He quickly looked away and focused his attention on an indeterminate spot on the floor in front of him.

After what seemed like forever, the Raccoon-Deer finally finished his enviable task, and Ravenna and Issibel joined the others near the cellar door. Brannel turned their attention to the small group of volunteers and gave them a warm welcoming smile. "Thank-you for volunteering the use of your bottoms in an attempt to resolve this supply crisis we are suddenly experiencing. As I said before, you will be well compensated for your troubles." He looked each volunteer over thoroughly, then continued his speech.

"Now, 'tis only proper that you know who you are serving with. Therefore, before we begin, I would like you to please give us a very brief introduction, even if it is just your name. We will start with the handsome young Fox here."

"I am Syrano, from out in the middle of nowhere to the east of Mistport," the vulpine lad said, "I'm a wizard's apprentice, with the Order of the Wild Rose."

Next to speak up was the Duck girl, "I'm Selene. I play a bowharp for the band that's here tonight. I also dance for them as well. And this is my little brother, Marcko," she gestured to the other Duck standing next to her.

"Yes," Marcko replied, "I am Marcko, drummer and another dancer. We, and the rest of our group hail from Icy Straits, way south of here."

"We are excited about having our bottoms used in such a unique way," Selene added, "Any chance to have things stuffed up our..."

"Yes, yes," Sheena interrupted her, "You featherheads' obsession with your behinds is well known world-wide. Anyway, you already know me, Brannel. But for the benefit of the others, I am Sheena, co-owner of the Crimson Glow Pet Shop in Coralport, and this lovely filly here is Merriweather, mine and my mate's personal pet." She gave the Pony a loving pat on her ass.

"Lewellyn here, at your service." The Furling Raccoon performed a graceful bow, at least as graceful as his intoxicated state would allow. "I'm native to Mistport. But i will admit, this is my first time here at your lovely little inn. Normally, we haunt Feathers over on the east end of town, closer to home."

"When he says we, he is referring to himself, me, Olivia, and Hester," the other Raccoon offered. She smiled and introduced herself, "Teski, I am. Me and Lew share a small home over on the east side. We're not officially mates yet, but I'm working on him."

Finally it was Olivia's turn. She performed a proper curtsy and purred, "I'm Olivia. I keep these two ringtail brats in line." She smirked at Lewellyn and Teski, then added, "At least I try my damnedest to keep them in line. I volunteered for this little adventure because the love of my life likes the taste of my bottom, and after he drinks from me, I fully expect a long wild night of passionate boinking."

"I'm certain that charming Chinchilla fellow of yours will not be disappointed, m'lady," Brannel complimented her. "Now, I'm sure you already know Issibel here. She's one of our floor girls." He padded over to the Otter and gave her a loving pat on her rump, then did likewise with Ravenna.

"And this delightful creature here is my beloved mate and Mistress, Ravenna."

The Deer paced back and forth in front of his volunteers, "Now that we all know each other, it is time to begin your greatest adventure. First, I must request that those of you who are wearing any clothing, including collars, please remove them."

Olivia shed her black cotton vest and matching black leather thigh boots, the only bits of clothing she was wearing tonight, and stood quietly, idly caressing her soft wide flanks and rump while the others went about disrobing. After Lewellyn stripped off his buckskin trousers and jerkin, he helped Teski out of her red silk micro minidress, then wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him for a short time, cuddling her and lovingly caressing her soft, curves.

The Ducks were already skyclad, as they typically preferred, as were Ravenna, Issibel, and Sheena, the Tigress having stripped back out in the dining room. Syrano looked rather nervous and barrassed as he unfastened his belt and squirmed out of his tunic, revealing his soft, furry body and the erect shaft protruding from between his thighs.

Olivia padded over to the young Fox and placed a paw on his shoulder. She leaned over, her tail raised high for everyone else to get a delightful look at her assets while she purred in his ear, "Syrano, why do you look so barrassed?"

The Fox gave the Ocelot a sheepish grin, "M'lady, although I may be a wizard's apprentice, and have presented myself to my Master many times," he replied, "I and Master Arthur are of a hermitic order, and I am not accustomed to being exposed skyclad amidst strangers."

Olivia smiled and ran her paw down Syrano's back and over his cute bottom, then slipped it between his thighs and playfully stroked his hard cock, eliciting a surprised gasp from him, "Trust me, silly boy," she assured him, her voice seductively soft and low, "You most certainly have nothing to be ashamed of. And what of that little performance you had with that lovely Rabit not too long ago? The way you had her bent over the table and the way you were ramming her, it certainly looked as if you had no worries about being exposed in public."

Syrano whimpered at the Ocelot's gentle touch on his treasures, "That was out of character for me, I must admit. The Bunny was in season, I think, so she was impossible to resist. Heat of the moment, y'know."

Olivia playfully nibled on Syrano's ear and slid her paw back to give his rump a teasing squeeze, "If Hester doesn't mind, I would very much like to engage you in an encore performance later," She padded back to her place in line and gave him a seductive gaze over her shoulder, "in private."

"Mistress Sheena," Merriweather said, "I need you to unlock my collar please."

"Oh, my," the Tigress replied, "I don't have your key with me. It's with my clothes back at our table."

"Don't you worry your pretty not-so-little bottoms, ladies," Brannel said, "I'll go fetch the key from Syrinx while you are receiving your cleansings."

"Cleansings?" Olivia repeated, "but I had a deep scrubing just this afternoon."

"That is not sufficient," the Deer told her, "The cleansing required for vessel service is much more extensive and intense than a mere deep scrub."

"You'll like it, I think," Merriweather assured her, "It really is one helluva experience, and definitely something to write home about."

"Yes, it is indeed," Brannel agreed, "Now, Anton here will take you down into the cellar to begin the procedure. I will be down when it is time to begin the brewing. But first, I have another matter to address." He nodded to the Raccoon-Deer who had earlier been extracting the coins from Ravenna and Issibel. "They are all yours, son. Kwenekka, come attend to me." He lay himself over the counter, and a cute little Furling Chipmunk girl scurried up behind him to begin remove and secure his recent earnings from beneath his tail.

Anton faced the group of volunteers and looked them over one at a time, then gestured towards the door leading to the cellar, "Follow me, ladies" Olivia couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded a little unsteady, as if he was in some small amount of pain.

Anton led the group of Furlings and Orniths through the door and down a long flight of stone stairs. The cellar was a massive underground chamber. The air down here was hot and stifling, considerably warmer than the dining room and kitchen areas above, and was permeated with the scent of lilacs, though there were no such flowers to be seen anywhere. Stacked four high, casks and barrels lined two of the walls, and also formed aisles in the middle of the room. A third wall was taken up by a deep trough of dark stone, of a type that did not look familiar at all to Olivia. A metal grill sat along the length of the trough, and at regular intervals along the wall above it and in the floor in front, were pairs of rings that looked like they were made of mithril silver. The fourth wall had another trough. This was filled with glowing molten stone that flowed slowly like oil from a small hole in the wall and out another similar hole at the other end.

Close to the river of liquid fire, was a long, wide table, with mithril rings attached around its edges, like those on the wall over the grill. It was to this table that Anton led his party of volunteers.

"Alright now," he said, "Except for Issibel and you, Mother, since you have had your cleansings already, I need everyone to get on the table and assume cleansing position. That is with your head down, legs spread, knees tucked underneath you, and bottom in the air."

One by one, the volunteers, including Ravenna, climbed up onto the dark, warm table and assumed what was commonly referred to as the invite position, save for the Otter girl.

"What are you doing, Mother?" Anton asked, "You shouldn't have to go through this again."

"Nonsense," Ravenna snapped back at him, "You have brewed Ringtail Ale twice in me tonight, and I have also had a considerable amount of copper and silver up my ass since that second batch. Therefore, it is for the best that my bottom receive another cleansing to return it to its pristine state for this next round."

"Very well, Mother," he conceded, "I suspect that the real reason you are doing this is because you actually enjoy this process. However, it is not my place to argue or question your motives."

Ravenna smirked at her son, "You bet your ass it isn't, dear. And for questioning my reasons, you can expect a nice long paddling out on the stage later tonight. Now, get on with it."

A soft blush was visible through the white fur on Anton's cheeks as he set about prepping his guests for their imminent cleansings. "Right then. Issibel, secure their ankles and wrists."

The Otter went about busily locking the guests in shackles and attaching them to the mithril rings which lined the edges of the table. Meanwhile, Anton opened up a small chest in one corner of the room and withdrew a set of small rods with chain harnesses attached, also made of mithril. As he bent over the open chest, Olivia spied a round metal disk with a grip ring attached, pressed up against his furry nether cheeks. That answered her unasked question about why he looked so uncomfortable. It must have been a pretty large butt plug that he was wearing while he worked.

"Anton, is this step really necessary?" Lewellyn asked, "I mean, you are just going to give us a quick cleansing, so why the restraints?"

"Yes," the Raccoon-Deer replied, "this is indeed necessary. This procedure will cause a bit of discomfort, and you need to be properly restrained to keep from hurting yourself."

"Hah, that's the understatement to end all understatements," Issibel muttered as she tightened the Ocelot's bonds. She gave Olivia a playful slap on her upturned ass, "How's that, kitten?"

"Too tight," Olivia protested, "I can barely move."

"Good," the Otter replied. She gave Olivia another slap on her bottom, then continued her task, securing Sheena and finally Ravenna.

Olivia was starting to have second thoughts about this little adventure, as Anton went to each volunteer, and held up one of the mithril bits.

"Open your mouth, Syrano," he ordered. The Fox complied, and Anton placed a bit in his mouth. He gently bit down on it while the chain harness was clasped around his head.

Anton repeated this for Lewellyn, Teski, and the two Ducks. Merriweather shook her blonde-maned head when Anton instructed her to take the bit.

"I don't need it," she told him, "I've done this many times already, and am quite comfortable with the process."

"Very well," Anton conceded, "I assume your Mistress will also decline?"

Lying on the table to Olivia's left, Sheena looked over at her pet and Anton, "Correct," she growled, "If my pet needs no such accessories, then neither do I."

"Okay, suit yourselves," he replied, "I was simply obligated to offer an S-bit as a courtesy."

Now it was Olivia's turn. Following the examples of the others, she obediently opened her mouth. Anton set the bar of mithril across her lower jaw, behind her back teeth, and she gently bit down on it. The chain harness was secured around her head, and adjusted so it couldn't work itself loose.

After Anton finished up with Ravenna, he marched around to the front of the table and faced the nine trussed up Furlings and Orniths, "Again, I wish to thank you all for volunteering to serve in this minor moment of crisis," he gave a soft gasp and winced, briefly slipping a hand under his tail to make some minor adjustments to the plug he was carrying, then continued his address.

"Before your bottoms are filled with ale, or mead, or wine, or other drinks to be enjoyed by our guests up there," he gestured in the direction of the stairs back up to the kitchen and the dining room beyond, "Issibel and I must give you the most thorough cleansing you have ever known. This process will take about five minutes, and I will tell you now that it will involve some amount of pain."

Issibel handed Anton a mithril chain glove, and then she donned one herself. The two stepped over to the open chest and each withdrew a long metal rod, with a wide flat disc and a mithril silver grip ring at one end. They dipped these up to the hilt in the molten lava that flowed through the trough in front of the table. When they pulled the rods out of the trough, they were covered along their entire length with the liquid fire.

Olivia was now terrified as she realized what was in store for her and the others. Her breathing grew heavy and labored, and she trbled in her bonds while Anton explained further what was about to happen.

"This is gehennite," Anton explained. He held up the glowing rod for all to see. The molten stone seemed to flow and swirl around the shaft it clung to, but not a drop fell to the floor.

"As you may have guessed, this is a form of lava. But unlike that which is found in most volcanic areas of the world, gehennite is only found where there is a gateway between Niath and one of the infernal realms. Therefore, it is a very rare material, and highly coveted among wizards, acolytes, and others who use magick." He ran a mithril-clad hand over the end of the molten shaft, rounding it and forming it into a dull point, then continued the lesson.

"As I just demonstrated, mithril is one of two substances that is impervious to gehennite, and will not even conduct the terrible heat. The other is ferallite, which will conduct heat but will not melt."

Issibel followed Anton's lead and also molded the end of her gehennite rod into a tapered, round shape, then padded around behind Syrano and lifted his tail, awaiting the Raccoon-Deer's command.

The Fox was absolutely terrified, his eyes wide as saucers as he felt the Otter girl grab his tail and hold the hot, glowing rod close to his furry bottom. He tried to struggle, but Issibel had secured his bonds too well, and all he could do was twitch in his shackles and thrash his head left and right.

"Now," Anton continued, "I was not completely accurate when I said there were only two substances that are impervious to gehennite. There are actually three. And that is what makes this diabolical material the perfect cleansing agent. Issibel, tell them what that third substance is."

Issibel nodded and gave a devilish smile as she held the glowing rod pointed at the crevasse between Syrano's nether cheeks, "The third substance impervious to gehennite is any living flesh. It may hurt like hell, but it causes no actual harm to the living." And with a firm nod from Anton, the Otter expertly slid the molten rod with one smooth stroke, deep up the Fox's upturned butt, until the disc was pressed firmly against his furry rump.

As soon as the molten rod penetrated his southern star, Syrano's entire body went taut. His paws clenched hard and his head was thrashing from side to side. Strangely, no sound escaped his muzzle, no screams, not even a whimper. Issibel fetched another ferallite rod from the chest, while Anton slipped around behind the Raccoons. Both Lewellyn and Teski were wide eyed in abject terror as their inevitable fate approached. Before Anton even grabed his tail, Lewellyn was already thrashing about as best he could in his bonds. But there was no escape, and with a single smooth thrust, the molten rod disappeared under his tail. Like Syrano, the Raccoon tensed up to where it looked like he could snap in two. His back arched and his head flew back in unfathomable agony. Yet also like the Fox, he neither screamed nor cried.

Issibel padded around behind the table, with her freshly drawn and molded gehennite rod, and gave Teski the same treatment Anton had given Lewellyn. Again, like the previous two, she writhed in her chains, but made no sound.

"Oh, lookie," the Otter said, pointing to the hard shaft that was emerging from between Lewellyn's legs, "He's getting aroused."

Anton nodded and ran a finger along the underside of the Raccoon's erect mber, "Yes, that is not an uncommon occurance. No one is sure why, but gehennite insertions frequently cause arousal despite the intense agony of the cleansing. See? The Fox is getting rather hard down there too." He gestured towards Syrano as they returned to the chest for more ferallite rods. The Fox had, for the most part stopped his squirming about and now had his eyes closed and his chin resting submissively on the table. His cock bobed and pulsed beneath him while the liquid fire burned inside his depths.

Selene and Marcko were a different story altogether. It looked to Anton as if these two Ducks were already intimately familiar with the sweet searing kiss of gehennite burning in their nether channels. As he and Issibel slipped around behind them, the two Ornith siblings instinctively arched their backs, thrusting their downy white bottoms up a little higher in nervous anticipation. Anton gave Selene's soft rump a gentle squeeze, and Issibel did likewise to Marcko. Then with no further delay, the burning rods were stuffed deep up their tight rectal passages. There was no squirming or thrashing about from either of the Ducks. However, Marcko's maleness was clearly and immediately evident, fully emerged from the hidden sheath between his legs. And when Anton slipped his fingers into the soft down between Selene's thighs, he felt sticky moistness, the telltale sign of her arousal and desire.

Issibel grinned childlike at Anton, "See? I was right about these two," she bragged.

Anton licked Selene's sweet juices off his fingers and slapped the Duck girl on her cute, burning ass, "That was a no brainer," he replied, "Everyone knows that birds are all notorious, anal-obsessed pain sluts. Now come along, Otter. We still have four more to do. You take the Pony and her Mistress; I will take Olivia and Mother."

Issibel was already a step ahead of him; and armed with another lava-covered rod, padded back around the table and stood behind Merriweather.

"Are you sure you don't want an S-bit?" she asked the Pony.

"Yes," she whickered, "I have no need for such silliness, as...Oh!"

Merriweather was abruptly silenced as the molten plug was driven home between her muscular nether cheeks, and buried to the hilt up her ass. Despite her protests about not needing the bit, she still squirmed and thrashed about on the table while gasping and moaning in pure ecstasy.

Olivia was driven to a state of confusion by all she had witnessed so far. Here were these Furlings and Orniths getting molten lava stuffed up their asses, some of them writhing in complete agony. Yet all were obviously becoming quite aroused almost to the point of orgasm. It made no sense to the Ocelot. Now, it was her turn, and she was absolutely terrified of what was about to go under her tail. She strained against her bonds, trying to snap them free so she could escape from this hellish cellar. But the mithril was far too strong for her, and her shackles held fast.

"Olivia! Stop your struggling!" Anton commanded. He punctuated his order by landing a wooden paddle across the Ocelot's muscular butt a dozen times. "Look at me, kitten."

She regained her composure and looked up at the Raccoon-Deer who was standing over her. His expression was calm and reflected compassion and understanding. His fingers gently caressed beneath her chin and behind her ears, causing her to purr.

"Olivia," Anton repeated, "I know this is going to hurt. In fact, I know all too well what you are about to experience. I myself have gone through this many times, and am, in fact, going through it myself even as I speak." He turned away from the Ocelot, bent over, raised his thick bushy tail, and summoned Issibel to assist him.

"Show her what I speak of."

The Otter girl hooked a finger through the mithril ring in the end of the plug Anton was wearing. She pulled it out of him halfway, revealing the cruel red-orange glow of gehennite.

"You see," Issibel said, "if a young buck such as Anton here can take the fire, and he is under orders to wear this all evening, then a big girl like yourself should be able to suffer such a treat for a mere five minutes." She reinserted the molten plug up Anton's butt, and padded around to the backside of the table to attend to Sheena.

Anton stood erect and gingerly turned back around to face Olivia again. "I would not put anyone here through anything that I myself would never submit to," he told her. "And look at the others. They have already received the fire. It would be a great disservice to them if we were to release you now."

Olivia turned her head to look at the other six who were writhing in pleasured pain on the table while the liquid fire burned inside their rectal passages, searing them to perfect cleanliness. To her left, she heard the Tigress give a sharp gasp, which was followed by a loud purring moan as Issibel put the burning shaft between her furry cheeks and slid it home.

As Sheena squirmed on the table, moaning with pure pained bliss, her sweet scent of arousal washed over Olivia, and the Ocelot found herself desiring the same gift of passion the Tigress was enjoying.

Issibel came back around to the front of the table, leaned forward, and in her soft, childlike voice added, "Sheena is doing this for her mate. After the music stops and the torches are extinguished tonight, Master Syrinx will be intoxicated on our finest champagne, spiced with his lady's own unique intimate flavor."

"He and Sheena will climb to the summit of the Mink's Mountain tonight," Anton added, "Together, they will lose themselves in an unbridled fever of passion that normally only the Immortals could know." He padded around behind the Ocelot and held her tail up high. She trbled with both fear and longing. Her wide, muscular bottom flexed and clenched in anticipation.

"Do this for for your love, kitten."

"Yes yes yes," Issibel agreed, "Do it for Hester. Trust me, you will not regret this."

Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, resting her chin on the table. Without another word, Issibel gave Anton a grim smile and nod, and the Raccoon-Deer pushed the burning rod up the Ocelot's ass until, like the others, all that was visible beneath her tail was the round ferallite disc and mithril grip ring. He then left Olivia to enjoy the kiss of fire, took the fresh gehennite rod offered him by Issibel, and turned his attention to Ravenna.

"Mother, are you absolutely positive that you wish to go through this again tonight?" he asked, holding the Raccoon's tail up to expose her lovely furry bottom.

Ravenna looked over her shoulder at her eldest child, and gave a proud nod of her head. In went the rod. The Raccoon's body tensed. She squirmed very briefly, and then relaxed. Anton put a hand between Ravenna's thighs and smirked as he felt the moist, sticky juices coating her tight sex. He licked the sweetness off his fingers, then removed his mithril glove and addressed the group of squirming, burning Furlings and Orniths.

"I will be back soon. I must go report your status to Father, as well as tend to some other routine matters upstairs. Issibel, stay down here and keep an eye on our guests." He took his leave of the group and disappeared up the stone stairs.

They were right. The cleansing was indeed like nothing Olivia had ever known before. From the moment the molten rod pressed between the Ocelot's muscular nether cheeks and deep up her ass, time came to a halt. All she knew was agonizing pain to which no mortal could ever put words. It was as if a sun had been born in her hidden depths, searing her bowels with its unfathomable heat. Reflexively, she tried to force the burning plug out of her ass, but white-hot spikes of gehennite protracted from all around its surface and pierced deep into her rectal wall, holding it fast inside her. She tried to scream; she tried to cry, yet no sound escaped from her throat. Through the pain, Olivia realized why Anton had muzzled her, Syrano, the Ducks, and the Raccoons. The mithril was warm on her tongue, and she felt magickal energy emanating from it, which tingled harmlessly in her mouth. The S-bit, as Anton had called it, was enchanted. The S, she now understood, stood for silence. And so, in silent agony the Ocelot writhed on the table, helpless to do naught but submit to the liquid fire that burned with a punishing heat inside her aft channel.

As she burned inside, Olivia felt a great energy course through her. The fire cleansed her body, but even moreso, it purified her spirit. Despite the tremendous pain the fiery shaft inflicted in her rectum, she found herself feeling a heat of a different sort coursing through her. It started between her thighs and rapidly spread throughout her entire body to mingle with the searing heat of the liquid fire in a confusing mixture of pleasure and agony. Her breathing heavily labored and her sex growing slick and moist, the Ocelot felt as if she was being fucked by a mighty Fire Elemental. She was rapidly approaching the summit of the Mink's Mountain, and would soon plummet over the edge into a flaming sea of passion unlike any she had ever known before.

She did not know how long she had burned, but as quickly as the cleansing began, and before she could plunge into unbridled orgasm, it was finished. The molten spikes piercing Olivia's rectal wall retracted, and the burning shaft was removed from her butt. All that remained was a pleasant lingering soreness in her southern passage and an unsatisfied ache deep within her feminine depths. So close, she thought, heaving a great sigh as the desire still burned inside her. The Ocelot purred and weakly squirmed in her bonds. All she wanted was to once more feel that unfathomable and terrible kiss of fire beneath her tail, that searing kiss that would push her into sweet, passionate bliss. But such a wish would not be granted, at least not yet.

She heard Brannel's soothing voice behind her while he petted her rump, "There, you see, Olivia? That wasn't so bad now. Was it?" She sighed and shook her head, changed her mind and nodded instead, then changed her mind again and once more shook her head left and right, grudgingly admitting that the Deer was correct.

Brannel laughed at Olivia's indecisiveness and slapped her jiggly bottom, "The kitten is confused," was his diagnosis, "Don't worry. That is common with most people on their first fire cleansing. Although it sears the flesh, gehennite also stimulates the spirit. That is why you nearly reached the summit of the Mink's Mountain."

He placed both hands on the Ocelot's ass and spread her cheeks, "Now, let us see what exotic drink will best complement your unique flavor." Without another word, the Deer buried his muzzle under Olivia's tail, pressed his tongue past her tight southern star and tasted her hot, freshly cleaned aft channel. Olivia closed her eyes and purred softly, all the while squirming playfully as Brannel's long tongue expertly probed her ass.

After a half minute of sampling the Ocelot's delightful flavor, he stood upright and smiled, "As I suspected when I first saw you dancing with your mate this evening," he announced, then turned to Anton. But Anton was busy testing Ravenna's flavor, so he turned instead to one of the Furling girls who had accompanied him down to the cellar, "Kwenekka, go fetch two bottles of Azure Depths."

The Chipmunk girl scurried over to the back wall to fetch the wine, while Brannel turned his attention to Merriweather. Issibel was sampling the Ducks, and Anton was still busy with Ravenna.

"Hurry it up, Son," Brannel said, impatiently tapping a hoof on the warm stone floor. "We don't have all night."

Anton finally came up for air and announced, "Twilight Ale for Mother."

"Well, duh!" the other Furling girl who had accompanied Brannel shot back. She had a key in her paw, which she used to unlock the collar that was around the Pony's neck. "We always use our house specialty on Ringtails. Otherwise, it wouldn't be Ringtail Ale." She was shorter than Anton, and with a cute furry face that resbled Ravenna's, though her fur color was the same wild brown as Brannel's, and with the white treasure trail that went from under her chin, down between her thighs, and up over her plush butt. Despite having the face, body, digitigrade legs, and feet of a Raccoon, this girl's ears were like a Deer's, as was her perky tail. Her hair was cropped short to just above her shoulders, and was dark red like Brannel's, and she carried herself with the same smugness and sauciness as Ravenna.

"Pick up the pace here, Melody," Brannel prodded his young daughter along, "Get that apron off and get yourself ready for your cleansing."

The girl removed her black and white lacy apron and hung it, along with Merriweather's collar, on a hook behind the stairs.

"Emerald Sea," for Marcko," Issibel announced, as she extracted her tongue from the Duck lad's ass. She then slipped her tongue up inside the other Duck, and sampled her flavor. "And also for Selene."

"Give them each two full bottles," Brannel instructed her. Just as he did with Olivia, he pressed his muzzle between Merriweather's nether cheeks and slipped his tongue up inside her, causing her to squirm and moan.

"Sweet Cinnamon Meade for the Pony," he determined, "three large flasks."

"Tameran Porter for the Tigress," Anton said, after reluctantly removing his face from Sheena's bottom and licking his chops.

Before positioning herself on the table, Melody padded up behind Syrano, and just like the others were doing, she buried her muzzle under the Fox's tail and tasted him. "Honeybee Beer for this one." She gave Syrano's still erect cock a playful caress and squeeze, then climbed up onto the table beside him and assumed the invite position, ready to receive the liquid fire like the others had already taken.

Although it was a foregone conclusion that Lewellyn and Teski would also serve up Twilight Ale, Brannel and Anton tasted them just as a matter of fairness. And finally, it was Issibel's turn. Like Melody, she positioned herself on the table and presented her ass.

Brannel knelt behind her and pushed his tongue as far as it would go up inside her tight nether passage. He lingered inside her for a quarter minute, then pulled back and licked his chops thoughtfully. "Hrm...I'm thinking perhaps a Fizzy Firewater." He smiled at his son and gestured towards the Otter girl, "What do you think, Anton?"

Following his father's example, Anton knelt behind Issibel, parted her soft bottom with his muzzle, and slid his tongue up inside. The lad's cock hardened as her sweet flavor washed over his taste buds. He gave her nether chamber a deep, heavy lick then rose once more to his hooves.

"Yes, I heartily agree. Fizzy Firewater would be perfect for her." he said. "One full jug would be best."

"Aye," Brannel concurred, "Firewater is pretty potent, and we wouldn't want her passing out on the job. Now, go ahead and secure your sister for her cleansing, while I start filling the kegs."

"Do you need any more help, Boss?" Kwenekka chittered as she set a pair of bottles on the table beside Ravenna, "Or should I get on the table now?"

Brannel returned with a large ceramic jug, sealed with a wax stopper. He set it on the floor beneath Issibel and smiled at the young Chipmunk lass. "Fetch the fill tubes and ferallite stoppers first," he instructed her, "and then you can present your ass."

Kwenekka gave him a respectful curtsy, then hustled over to the open chest. Anton finished securing the mithril bit in Melody's mouth and paused briefly to steal a glance at the Chipmunk who was bending over and rummaging through the chest.

"Wow!" he said, "That is quite the number someone did on her bottom." Clearly visible through the white fur on Kwenekka's butt was a deep crimson blush. "What did she do to deserve that?"

Brannel busied himself with securing his daughter's ankles in the mithril shackles while Kwenekka fished out the plugs and tubes from the storage chest, "The same reason she has been volunteered for keg service," he replied, "She insulted one of our customers, so I paddled her in front of everyone, and now she will be serving as his personal keg, at least for one round."

The Chipmunk padded back around behind the table, placing a ferallite butt plug and a flexible tube beside each volunteer. There was a blush in her cheeks that almost matched the blush on her bottom, "Aw, come on, Boss," she pleaded, "I was only teasing around with him."

Her protests were silenced with the firm smack of Brannel's paddle across her cute little bottom, "What you said to him was absolutely inappropriate, even as a tease," the Deer scolded her, "Now get into position on the table so Anton can prep you for cleansing."

Deciding it wise to say no more, Kwenekka climbed up onto the table and assumed the same position the others were in. While Anton shackled her and secured an S-bit in her mouth, Brannel removed the wax stopper on the Firewater jug. He slipped the open end of the fill tube over the neck and inserted the other end, which consisted of a rounded applicator with a hole in the end, up Issibel's butt. He hefted the jug, tipping it so that its contents could pour through the tube and fill the Otter's aft chamber.

Issibel moaned and squirmed playfully as the Firewater filled her, stretching her tight rectal chamber. Brannel smiled and gave her an affectionate pat on her rump, "You are going to make Benden very happy tonight," he chirred, "Then again, you make him happy every night. He is one lucky Otter to have such a sweet little lady like you to share his bed." He gave the ceramic jug one last shake, then removed the tube from Issibel's butt and replaced it with one of the ferallite butt plugs to keep the Firewater inside her ass.

"Okay," he said, giving her rump a firm, open handed smack, "Go sit on the grill over there against the wall and wait for the others." She sat up and then climbed off the table and padded over to the empty trough along the wall to the left, sitting her full ass daintily down on the ferallite rods that covered its entire length.

"Kwenekka and Melody are ready for you, Father," Anton announced, showing off his handiwork. The two young Furling lasses were securely shackled to the table, and the S-bits were in place so that their screams and cries would not disturb Hot Summer Nights' patrons upstairs.

Brannel donned a pair of mithril gloves and pulled two long mithril shafts from the storage chest. He dipped these in the stream of gehennite, then padded around behind the Chipmunk and his daughter and in tandem, slid them up their asses so that only the ferallite discs were pressed against their cheeks. He then removed his gloves and affectionately patted the girls' bottoms. He and his son resumed the enviable task of filling their living kegs, two bottles each of their designated beverages. He started with Syrano and Anton filled Lewellyn, and simply proceeding right down the line. As they finished each one, they would seal them with a ferallite plug, unlock their shackles, and send them over to wait on the grill.

Olivia's turn finally came at last. She heard the clop of Brannel's hooves on the stone floor behind her, and the popping of the stopper being removed from one of the bottles of Azure Depths. The Deer pressed the round end of the insertion tube against the Ocelot's southern star. "Are you ready for this?"

She took a deep breath, nodded her head, then tensed briefly as the long flexible tube entered her freshly fire-cleaned ass. It was not much different than receiving an enema, she realized. Except unlike an enema, the translucent blue wine filling and stretching her rectal chamber was cooler, and its fizziness tickled inside her. Olivia couldn't help but squirm in her bonds as the first bottle was emptied into her. As soon as the first was finished, she heard the snap of the tube's other end being stretched over the next bottle. She squirmed more. Brannel was filling her so full, she felt as if she could burst at any moment. Finally, it was finished.

"Clench your cheeks," Brannel instructed her, after removing the tube from her ass. She flexed her haunches and her aft entrance tightened, holding the cool, fizzy wine inside the Ocelot's depths.

The ferallite plug was pressed between her cheeks, "Relax," Brannel instructed. She unclenched her ass muscles and the plug was thrust up inside her. The shackles binding her wrists and ankles were unlocked, and with a firm paddle smack on her bottom, Olivia was sent over to join the others on the grill while Brannel turned his attention to his mate.

One by one, Anton secured the volunteers on the grill. He fastened ferallite shackles to the rings in the wall and floor and locked their wrists and ankles in place, tightening them so that, as before, they would be unable to hurt themselves by struggling and thrashing about.

As he was cinching up the chains holding Olivia to the grill, he smiled up at her, "I'm sure it need not be said that this is going to hurt a bit." The Ocelot sighed and closed her eyes, fully understanding what was about to take place. She mentally chastised herself over the foolish acts she was willing to suffer for the pleasure of her mate.

Last to be secured to the grill was Ravenna. After Anton adjusted his mother's bonds, he turned to Brannel, who was removing the gehennite plugs from Melody and Kwenekka. "Father, should I start the brewing now, or shall we wait until those two are ready?"

The Deer did not answer right away. He put his muzzle beneath his daughter's tail and tasted her depths, then did the same to the Chipmunk, "Midnight Sun for Melody; Hazelnut Cordial for Kwenekka," he declared, then, "Carry on, Anton. We need to get caught up on our orders as soon as possible. I'll take care of these two."

Anton smiled and nodded his head, and gave his little sister an affectionate wink, "Good call, Midnight Sun," he agreed, "Save a mug for me." He turned his attention back to his charges on the grill, "Close your eyes and take a deep breath," he instructed them.

As one, they inhaled deeply, "Hold it. Now on the count of three," He put his hand on a small lever in the floor near the junction where the two troughs met.

"One..." He pulled the lever and the slab of ferallite separating the two rose several inches. Gehennite flowed into the trough beneath the shackled Furlings and Orniths and promptly heated the grill which their bottoms were seated upon. Anton pushed the lever forward again and the divider was lowered once more. Leaving his charges to broil, he busied himself by helping his father fill the other two.

Held fast in her shackles, Olivia could do nothing except burn. Within seconds after the divider was raised and the liquid fire filled the trough beneath her, the Ocelot's rump and thighs were kissed by cruel tongues of flame. She strained against her bonds, but as before, there was no escape; there was no relief. She looked down, and saw that the once dark grill she sat upon was now glowing red, super heated by the raging immortal inferno beneath her. Likewise, she felt the ferallite plug up her butt grow unfathomably hot, searing her body and spirit as it brought the blue wine she carried to a rapid boil. As before, she felt another burning well up inside her. It was a pleasant burn that mingled with the agony of the fire that caressed her nether regions, and caused that confusing mix of feelings she had felt during her cleansing. Once more, she found herself nearing the summit of the Mink's Mountain. She teetered on the brink of the flaming abyss, writhing in sweet suffering. The Ocelot's tears streamed down her face, vanishing with a hiss into the fire. She wished to be free of the fiery torment burning beneath her tail, burning within her most intimate depths. She wished this agonizing passion would never end, searing her body and spirit in endless tortured ecstasy. Pain and pleasure were as one. There was no dividing line between the two. The first enhanced the second. As she sat burning on the infernal grill, Olivia's eyes were opened as never before. A brief moment of crystal clarity washed over her and she now understood the Falcon, the Mink, and many others who seemed to live for what she was suffering. She too would join them. Of this she was certain. Never before in her life had she desired anything such as this, and it would be hers. This would be the greatest gift she could ever bestow upon her beloved Hester.

As quickly as it had started, the inferno beneath the volunteers died. The liquid fire was drained from the trough and the ferallite grill cooled once more. Anton released his charges from their shackles and removed their S-bits. The silence down in the cellar was broken by a chorus of soft gasps and moans, as if those on the grill had just received the greatest fucking of their life. He led them back to the long table and had them once more lay on top, while his father secured Melody and Kwenekka to the grill and set their aft ends on fire.

"You must not speak of this to anyone," Ravenna warned them, now that she was no longer silenced. "The ritual that you have just undergone is to remain a secret, known only to those who already know."

"Or to those who have guessed," Brannel added as he joined them, leaving his daughter and the Chipmunk to burn for a while. He rummaged through the chest again, and withdrew a small pile of little sampler thimbles and hollow bamboo tubes, then took his leave of the group once more and trotted back up to the kitchen.

Anton donned his mithril gloves once more and disappeared through a door in the wall behind them. He returned a minute later with a bucket of ice, which he set on the floor behind the table.

"This is going to be a little uncomfortable," he advised everyone. He reached into the bucket and withdrew a small handful of ice, "but nowhere near as intense as the cleansing and brewing was." He removed the ferallite plug from Issibel's ass and held the chunk of ice to her southern star.

The Otter girl gasped and flexed her cheeks as the ice was slipped between the plush hills of her ass. After a quarter minute, Anton reinserted the plug, paddled her butt, and repeated the procedure for Syrano.

"Just like the gehennite we used in and on you, this is no ordinary ice."

The Fox moaned as the ice touched his tight little opening, then he moaned again when the plug was put back in and the paddle landed three times across his furry bottom. "It's from the Beastlands Glaciers, isn't it?" he guessed.

"Indeed it is," Ravenna confirmed. "It chills just as fast, if not faster, than gehennite heats."

Marcko whimpered as the ice touched his love hole and the paddle struck his rear, "And just out of curiosity, why the paddling?" the Duck asked, "Not that me and Big Sis mind it."

Selene moaned seductively when the immortal ice seared her aft channel with its frigid kiss. She thrust her plush, white-downed ass upwards to meet the inevitable wooden burn of Anton's paddle.

"The paddling..." Brannel explained as he trotted back down the stairs with a platter of carrots in hand, "the paddling helps mix your own unique flavor with the brew that has just been warmed and chilled inside you."

He set the platter down, took up a pair of sampler thimbles and a bamboo tube, and stood behind Issibel, while Anton continued chilling and paddling his charges' bottoms.

Brannel removed the ferallite plug from Issibel's butt and replaced it with the bamboo. Holding a thimble under the end of the tube, he patted the Otter's ass, "Relax a brief moment," he instructed her. She unclenched her cheeks and a small flow of clear firewater trickled from the tube and filled the thimble. He then held the other thimble under the spout, and when it too was full, ordered her to hold again. The Deer handed one thimble to Issibel, and brought the other up to his mouth.

"Bottoms up," he said, and poured the firewater onto his tongue. Issibel took a dainty sniff at hers, then downed it in one swallow.

She whistled and shook her head, then smiled, "Wow! That is powerful stuff. I think Benden is going to be quite pleased."

"He will indeed," Brannel agreed with her. "I will call this Fireotter." He set the empty thimble down and picked up the firewater jug, "It is way too powerful to serve directly from the keg however. Anton, refill this from Issibel's ass."

Anton finished chilling and mixing, landing an extra swat on Ravenna's bottom, and padded over to take the jug. While he was draining the firewater from the Otter girl's butt, Brannel turned his attention to Syrano. Just as he did with Issibel, he replaced the ferallite plug with a bamboo tube and filled a pair of thimbles. He handed one to the Fox, and drained the contents of the other down his own throat.

"We will call this one Blushing Vixen," he declared, which caused Syrano to blush. Instead of refilling the flasks the sweet beer had been in before being poured up the young Fox's butt, Brannel replaced the bamboo tube with one of the carrots he had brought down from the kitchen.

"No point risking the loss of a valuable piece of ferallite among that rowdy lot up there," he explained. "And when the keg is empty, your Master can nosh on the stopper."

Next to be sampled were the Ducks. Brannel tapped them and as with the previous two, let them taste themselves. "Jaded Duck," was what he christened the emerald brews to be served from their depths. Carrots in place, he next did the Raccoons.

"Very subtle differences in your flavors from Mistress Ravenna's," he said, "but 'tis still Ringtail Ale." They giggled and squirmed playfully as Brannel put the carrot stoppers under their tails.

"Merri Meade," was what he declared for the Furling Pony. He slapped her on the ass after giving her an exceptionally large carrot, "I bet you will be the Count's favorite tonight."

Finally, it was Olivia's turn. The Ocelot thrust her bottom upwards reflexively at Brannel's gentle touch. The ferallite plug was removed and replaced with one of those bamboo straws. At the Deer's command, she relaxed her nether muscles just long enough to fill the two thimbles. Then the tube was removed and replaced with a carrot that felt even larger than the one Merriweather was wearing. She took the offered sampling thimble and sniffed at it. The wine smelled very much as normal Azure Depths smelled, but with a little additional scent that made the girl purr and her sex tingle and moisten even more than it already was.

"Bottoms up," she heard the Deer say. The blatant pun made her giggle. She put the thimble to her muzzle and poured the blue wine onto her tongue. It was quite cold, and fizzy, just like it should be. At first, it tasted no different than before, until it hit the back of her mouth. Her large eyes grew even larger as the subtle spicy flavor, the flavor of her own fire-cleansed nether chamber, took her by surprise. Her purr grew louder and she started to writhe on the table, her bottom clenching hard around the carrot that Brannel had inserted in her. However, her writhings this time were not those of a girl in agony, but of a girl in need of the most intimate attentions to soothe the burning longing between her thighs.

"Well well," Brannel chuckled, it appears the kitten approves of the taste of her own sweet naughty end." He gave her a pair of smacks on her rump with his paddle, which caused her writhings and pleadings for satisfaction to intensify.

"Oh please, Master Brannel," she begged him, "I...I need..." her words trailed off to a pathetic whimper as she thrust her aft end up even higher, a blatant invitation for the Deer to mount and take her like a wild doe.

Another smack with the paddle, and then she felt something long and thick enter her tight, slick cunt. The Ocelot gasped for breath and kneaded her claws on the table.

"As much as I would like to boink you right here and now, dear kitten," Brannel apologized, "this is neither the time nor the place. So hopefully, the second carrot you have just received will satisfy you until your lover can take you later this evening."

He patted her on the rump again, "And before I forget, I am christening the wine you carry up inside your ass, Blue Rosette."

Next to be sampled was Sheena. Olivia envied the way the Tigress was able to contain and control her passion. She responded to her own flavor with the detached coolness of a professional wine and beer taster, and agreed with Brannel's decision to call the Tameran Porter filling her nether chamber, Prowling Sun.

Finally, Brannel took a sampling of Ringtail Ale from his mate's bottom. He nodded his approval, and like with the others, inserted a carrot up her butt to hold the ale in. "Now, everyone on your feet."

Lined up in front of the gehennite trough, Brannel looked his living kegs over and gave them a warm smile. He put Merriweather's collar back on around her neck, handed the large jug of Fireotter to Issibel, and expressed his gratitude for their service. "Once again, I can not thank you people enough for volunteering your tails in our moment of crisis. I guarantee that your sacrifice will not go unrewarded. In fact, by the time you leave here tonight, you will be carrying so much coin under your tails that walking itself will be a major undertaking."

"Come on, dear," Ravenna prodded him, "Enough with the mushy speech. We have thirsty guests awaiting us up there." She gestured towards the stairs.

"Right then," Brannel said, "you heard the lady. Let's go. Anton, attend to Kwenekka and your sister. When they are ready, Melody is to join us out in the dining room, and Kwenekka is to wait down here until I return to deliver her myself."

Saying no more, Brannel led the motley group of Furlings and Orniths up the stairs, to serve their waiting guests.

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