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Reply #30 on: September 01, 2020, 11:46:35 PM
Chapter 17 - Boys and Girls are Different Animals.


     Girls and women are strange creatures. Men win, get pumped up and then move on to the next challenge. Women do not stack victories like men do. Each win was magnified, each loss tragic. However in the end, the girls won out. Not because of any prejudiced opinions of sexual politics, but because they overcame not with brute strength, but with wile and cunning.


    The after party was a tad...unique. The girls had taken over the theater pub. I thought I made my zero tolerance for underage drinking to the adults, college girls and other women who worked for me quite clear. Half an hour later, the doors were secured, as no one was in any condition to go home. I made my escape when girls and women started the coyote ugly act on the tables and bar. At midnight, everyone was so sloppy drunk that I left the heater on in the pub, and started moving people to sleep it off in booths and anywhere not the floor. I was aching and sore as I had not even thought of popping a pain pill before the wild party. Not everyone was lost to the world as Miranda was arguing with everyone in a drunken defense of Debra's charms.

   The girls were just floating along in their drunken haze as their guardians stripped them nude and forced me to judge them. A new face in the group, was Aubrey Lemas, and her Mother Julia Lemas, and Aunt Ruby Shireson. No they were not a couple, it was just that their husbands were most likely at their night shift jobs, one a paramedic and the other a police officer. Luckily, he did not get hurt badly at the fire fight, but we manage to hang out a little here and there. I think he feels responsible for my shoulder. I told him he didn't pull the trigger so he's fine, but a mans honor runs deep.

   "Debra has some nice hips. Her rack is still growing though." Miranda argued to the women as they all pointed out what I already knew about their charges.

    Aubry was blushing hard as she fidgeted with her hair drunkenly in the nude in the open. Technically, I was the only clothed man there, as most of the women disrobed at some point because fuck it, or get me to fuck them. I am not really into drunk sex so I tried dodging them all, and that's how I found myself in my current situation. Doesn't anyone know any shame around me?

  "Hey John!" Amelia said with that mix of foxy, bratty, and slightly seductive tone she uses when she's formed a devilish idea.

  "Yo, Amelia, What's up?" I spoke after having gotten away from a heated flesh market fight.

  "This is Aubrey, she wants to join us... ya know why?" She asked as she was slurring her words pretty good.

   "No, I have no clue." I said as I finally taken my pain pill with some cool water. I knew who Aubrey was, she was one of the girls I rescued, and I do fondly remember her clinging to me just as hard as the girls I knew and fucked.

   "She wants to play with your peee..nissss. She is totes jelly that I know how it feels as it thrusts deep inside." She said as she was literally molesting the poor girl right in front of me. The sloppy sounds of fingers fucking a wet cunt was just adding to the mood.

   "Does she now?" I asked trying to calm this down. Not only was I not looking for more or young tail, I was just not feeling the mood tonight. I also did not need to give Fiona any more ammo to hit me with either.

   "Why not wait until you both are sober, then we can make it a group thing." I offered while cooling down.

  "What, am I not good enough?" Aubrey found her courage. She thrust out her modest chest at me. They were not massive, nor was she flat, but had a nice little handful of a pair. Which now was within striking distance.

  "I am not saying that. I am saying you are not in your right mind right now. It wont be fun if I am only having fun." I tried sounding cool to my failure.

   "Fuck you John, I'm getting that dick. Many nights since you rescued me. I laid in bed masturbating to you so hard that I went through three vibes and a dildo. Just thinking about your strong arms holding me tight gets me through most days at school. No John, I dont care if I am drunk or sober, you are going to give me that cock." She said lunging at me.

  I dodged her first attack easily. But she was writing something on a piece of paper on my desk. Holding it up, she made the stunned Amelia read it.

"I Aubrey Ann Lemas consent to John Guyrenski fucking my young brains out until my girl cunt is broken beyond repair." Amelia read the letter failing to stifle her laughter.

 "John this is legally binding." She said as she sat the paper down and joined her friend in what will be known forever as the "Great John Hunt."

--A precious few seconds later---


 "Get John, and Get him naked!" A battle cry rang out as half drunk women were roused, their sexual interest piqued.

  Understand this. Miranda chain locked all exits earlier. There was no way out of the theater, and very few exits. My own lovers were betraying me to the drunken sex fiend horde. I tried sneaking my way to my apartment, but a small group was waiting for me. I ducked into a storage room, but couldn't lock the door. No sooner as I caught my breath I heard outside some terrifying calling.

  "John, oh Johnny come out to play. We searched everywhere and now you have nowhere to hide." Naomi's accent making it sound even more ominous. I was leaning against the back wall behind some shelves covered in decorations and unused stuff when the door was opened. I pressed myself against the wall as the door swung open. But a faint click and darkness for me as the wall behind me gave way.

  My surprise was short lived as the small hidden room vanished as I was dragged and then carried out of the closet.

--On the Middle Stage---

    Naked women were clapping as I was carried to the stage. Aubrey's mom had a tear in her eye as Aubrey looked like a blond naked angel on the stage, spotlight on her as I was nakedly carried to her. Her spread arms were looking like a welcome, but to me, it was a death sentence.

   "It is sad. I missed out on Halloween night's tradition due to the chicken pox. But tonight I will add my love to the mix and help keep this town going." She spoke with benevolence that completely belied what the fuck was really going on.

  I was held down on the stage as she squatted, with her fresh pussy just centimeters from my mouth.

   "John, I would have died a million times to feel this.." she said as she finished lowering herself onto my mouth. The smell was a little sweet, sweaty, and a tad floral. But it was not bad, and I began to eat her out. I lapped at her honey, which was a whole different flavor from what I had before. I guess girls and women taste differently. But her thighs clamped in her orgasm as I was using my teeth to tug on her clit.

  The other girls helped her up, as she was wobbly from the booze and orgasm. She stumbled a little, drawing laughter from the crowd watching as she worked herself onto my awaiting prick. No foreplay, sucking or tugging, just dine n' bash. Aubrey was riding me for all she was worth, each orgasm would make her clench tight enough to nearly rip my dick off. She needed some kind of training as my pleasure was slower to build than hers. I counted at least five orgasms before she was showing signs of wearing out.

  "Fill me, you sexy bastard!" she shouted.

  "Cool down a little, I'm not feeling it." I said through gritted teeth.

  She finally realized what I was saying and found a pace and rhythm that was making me diamonds. I was now feeling the lava churn in my balls and I knew I could not hold out much longer.

   "Inside or on you?" I asked politely.

  "I want it deep." She said as she slammed herself balls deep a few times, and on the last stroke I erupted deep in her. She did not move anymore, savoring the feel of my balls emptying inside her. We stayed like that for a little while, and then like clockwork she passed out. I disengaged from her, and tried to sneak off. I failed, and it was not until the school bus on the last day of school before fall break left with only a few boys on it honked and passed the theater by before I could drag my half dead ass back to my bed. Fuck taking a shower. I smelled like ten whore houses at the whore Olympics. I was sweaty and sticky and could not give a fuck about anything anymore.


---That morning---


   There was a lot of questions asked, explanations made, and more than a few satisfied pussy cats going home. The great John Hunt ended with fathers looking for wives and daughters, clothes being sorted and found. I was sore, exhausted, drained, and a little happy. But fuck, this is one fucked up town.

--Outside of town--

   The machines rumbled to life. The EPA, Forestry commission, and all parties involved had finally given the green light to this project. Solid stone was being torn away as the large tract of land was being cleared. Some people watched the stone chewing machines with smiles and wicked grins. These people picked the Dilleager fortune and holdings clean. This would cement them to this town deeper than that old hawk could have ever done.

  "Once the casino is done, what's next?" The younger man asked the older man who was standing there with his arm on his sons shoulder.

  "We will squeeze this town dry, son. Then move on. Dilleager failed the boss, we will not." The old man said as the ancient necklace grew cold under his clothes against his skin. In the rising sun, no one who was not attuned for such matters did not notice the screams of pain coming from the stone itself. That day, though cold, the rivers in town steamed and not a single animal made a noise.

  Not one to enjoy these things, a girl sat in the luxury car. She would be starting High school after the break. She hated the city, and the people her parents forced her to associate with. The creepy old men, who always knew where the softest part of her ass was, or those who sniffed her hair like she was a fresh pie. She really hoped that this small town life was better than the city, at least she hoped she can make some friends before her retarded older brother would do his creep shit to them and chase them away. She played some music on her phone as she looked away from her father and brother bonding over some construction bullshit. She looked at the sleepy little town from where she was, and sighed. Maybe life will be better this time.

(TBC see you all next chapter. As always, thank you for the kind words.)

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Reply #31 on: September 03, 2020, 04:39:04 AM
Definitely an unusual story, in a very good way. I'm looking forward to reading more in the future, not just for John's sexual adventures, but how life in town continues on in general.

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Reply #32 on: September 09, 2020, 08:10:14 AM
Chapter 18 - The Potters Touch


    "Fuck it." I thought as I decided once everyone was home. However the mess of clothes, food and some vomit all over the place meant that the theater was closed until further notice. So I hit the closed button on the door, and stepped over the messes of people who should have absolutely know better. As my staff arrived to work, I told them that the theater was closed, until it stopped looking and smelling like a seedy bar. I called a professional cleaning crew, but I gathered what was left and salvageable and stuffed it in moving boxes that would be available to pick through at my discretion.

   My biggest concern was that secret room. I couldn't get a good look at it, and my shoulder was really smarting today, after falling into the wall last night. I left my crew to clean up what they could as the Pro's were already working in the theaters. The extent of the mess I could not even grasp, but by the end of it, the theater smelled fresh and clean in a few hours.

--Secret Room---

   I was scratching my head staring at the wall. How did it open last night? I tried everything and almost gave up when I leaned on it, the wall slipped in a little with a click and the secret door swung open.

   Inside was a room about the size of two janitors closets side by side. It held tables and shelves filled with what I can say are oddities at best, and the weirdest shit at worst. I always known my grandmother was into the occult, but this was an extreme. The largest table held a map of the town and lands around it, with blue circles in various spots that circle the town. The strange thing was that recalling the news of the new casino being built outside of town between Sunnyville and the city of Blicksburg was right on top of a large blue circle.

   I was a little curious as I poked around the room, as I flipped through a couple of photo albums. Of course it would be my sweet kindly grandmother in various sexual encounters with girls, and women through out the years. There was a couple of pictures of me as a boy of thirteen, naked playing in the nude with four naked girls who were my age at the time. It did not surprise me at all, because I grew up in a very liberal family, and back then we knew no shame.

   "John....help." A voice spoke out into the dim light of the room.

   "Who are you and why are you here?" I asked out loud.

  From the desk an unearthly beautiful voice cried out softly from a piece of rock in a decorative stand spoke to me, as the stone glowed faintly.

  "Please John, it hurts really bad. Make it stop!" The voice cried out in agony.

   "Who are you?" I asked again, this time a bit more unnerved.

   "Listen to me, human." She said with a painful authority...



---Before Mans Rise---

  The earth returned to peace after the death of the large walking beasts. It was cold, and the land finished moving in upheaval. The first humans poked their heads out of their caves and the spirits were worried. They could not understand the funny creatures that spent their days like animals, but far removed. Fire was discovered, and the spirits grew even more concerned. The humans learned to band together over the ages, and in a final ditch to avoid being tied to a side in the coming pro/anti human war, a group of powerful spirits fled across the wide blue world.

   I found this place, and my sisters and I settled here. We slept peacefully as the spirits and unknowing humans fought an ageless war of survival, as they adopted entirely new belief systems, and then worship the creator itself. Our powers across the world were diminishing due to mankind's sudden growth in maturity as a species. Humans fought, conquered and died as they could not even grasp the severity of their own actions.

       I was deep in the dream, when I heard something odd. Men, and women in animal pulled things settling in my bedroom. I was taken aback by their audacity. I tried to make them leave, but even I could not stop what was happening. Soon they had the metal beast on iron lines moving over my bed. I was angered to the point my sisters could not calm me down. They broke through rock, to take more minerals, they cut my trees to build houses and worst of all, they offered no form of repayment. That is until someone in your past line moved in.

   There were always a few humans who can sense us and fewer that can actually bridge the gap to speak to us and She was the first human since the lost war to actually directly talk to me. This was after the earthen tunnels rejected the humans moving further and had taken the men as a blood sacrifice in repayment. She sat on a rock in the remote area near the settlement for hours calling out to us in her mind. It grew louder and louder and after being annoyed I appeared to her.

    We spoke. and spoke. She fascinated me. I ended up bonding with her as we explored each others bodies and minds. She taught me about humanity, and I taught her things that would help her and the humans survive after she convinced me that the humans here were not out to subjugate us. Slowly, my sisters and I had become increasingly active participants in the affairs of this little town, in one form or another. Humans really did fascinate us.

    But the land, though enough to sustain us, could not sustain the spirits of the humans, and no matter what they did to try to be gentle on the land, it was dying. The many, many years of our sleep had left the land barren of energy as we drained it without knowing. So my sisters and I along with the Woman.

   The Leylines in the area were blocked by us when we arrived to sleep and hide, so we could not be found. But just removing the blocks would be as devastating as unblocking a river. The flood of energy would do more harm than the lack of it. So we came up with a solution. Solving the problem of the human women losing their mates, and a way to bring the energy back. On what you call Halloween, the barriers between our world and the others are weak. The barriers are kept alive by the leyline energy. So we suggested that the female energies of the town mix with the energy of one male who is spiritually sensitive enough to feel the energy, even if he is unaware of it.

   Through the act of mating, or sex as the woman called it, the male will be the conduit that the energy flows back into the area from the energy of the females. Obviously more than one woman would be needed, and thus the tradition was formed. But as well as it works, it does have its draw backs. For one we are now tied to you humans, and the land. And another, this town will attract all forms of evil, as this is a pure place.

   But now, there is another threat to the peace and purity. The man who tried to kill you was not working alone. He is part of a group that seeks out places like this and things related to the spirits and such. I cannot tell you who or what their leader is, but what I can sense is that they will not stop until this town is no more.

--Back to Now, Back to Reality--

  "Having heard this, John, Will you help us?" She asked as the stone shone with a gentle light.

   I have to admit that this was all pretty fucked up. I was beginning to feel like I was being pranked. There was something to her words that I could not within any form of reason say she was lying to me. So I decided to at least hear out her request. I mean there was not much I could do, and if it was what it claimed to be, it could be trouble if I didn't.

  "What do you need me to do? I cant fight anyone, and I am in no condition to do much until I fully heal." I spoke honestly. Not out of fear, but just brutal honesty.

  "You have to do nothing more than a small favor. The town will be okay, and will be safe, but right now we have no way to save ourselves as we are." She explained.

  "What?" I asked

  "All of our work over the years to provide mutual protections to the town, where we protect the town, and the town protects us are failing. The ritual works, but more and more energy is pouring in unchecked and we are getting too weak to contain it." She explained further.

  "We are not immortal, nor goddesses, so when we weaken enough, we vanish. Your grandmother cried when she heard this. So she spent time studying the practices of energy manipulation, what you humans call magic. So in her studies, she came across a book from a far away place. And in it, there was instructions for containing spirits to give them life. She poured years of study and practice into it. Once she was confident, she prepared her studies into practice and made me and my sisters things we can place our essences into, to form some semblance of life. How well it works is yet to be seen." She laid out the plan to me.

  "But what can I do?" I asked.

  "John, my sisters spot on the map was just destroyed. Though not a huge problem as she wont vanish quickly, she is exposed to both worlds, and all the evil in them. What you will do, is simple. In this room sits a sealed box, it is very heavy, and also dangerous.  
All you have to do is wash your hands with the bottle of water on the desk, and take a handful of that special clay from the sealed box and make a form, and once you make the form, draw the symbol for woman on it, then take it as close to the stone as you can and leave it. Hide it, and wait. The animals say that the best time for this is late afternoon as everyone is gone, and the security guards are not walking around." she said as her voice started to fade.

  "That's a bit above my pay grade. How do we know it will work?" I asked very skeptically.

  "It worked before, John. You of all people should know how well it worked." She said as the voice was fading.

 "What do you mean?" I was almost shouting.

  "Look for her book and you will know." She said as the stone stopped glowing and the room fell silent save for my heavy breathing.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in that room. Finding the book revealed something I cannot begin to fathom.

----Hospital, two hours after heart surgery ---

  "I'm sorry, we did all we could. The surgery was just too high risk. At most he is stable right now, but overall his quality of life is decreased to the point, he may never leave this bed." The doctor spoke to the assembled family in the waiting room.

  "What do you mean doctor? Will John live?" Gustov Guyrenski shouted at the doctor.

  "Calm down, I am saying he will live, but the outlook for any kind of life is not good. He will be confined to a bed at worst, and wheel chair at best. Any stress more than normal will kill him." The doctor explained.

  "But...but...he is so young.." Linda Guyrenski sobbed into her husband.

  At this point, though his fists were clenched, Piortr left the room, to smoke his one a day cigarette. Before leaving the room, he nods to his wife.

  Later that night, Katharine Guyrenski stayed with her her grandson in his room. She began to put to practice what she was learning.

--Right now In the Dark Room---

  "....That night in order to save my beloved grandson, I did something so unholy, so against the natural order that I know down to my soul that I damned myself. My only concern is that John is not damned for the grave act I committed that night. It was really simple in the grand scheme of things, A little of his hair, a few drops of his blood and sweat and a small handful of the Primordial clay me and Piortr nearly died getting. I moved the energies of the area to move the soul of my grandson into the Golem I created. I watched his eyes open in horror as he died in the process, his old body turning to dust. His new body started to twitch, and he awoke with a start. I had to make sure to make the scars on his new body, which remained as the life energy was turning the clay to flesh and bone. John passed out, his beating heart thudding normally, as his chest rose and fell with sleep. I know from all that I learned, this isn't immortality, he will live, and though I have stolen his death from him, it is only a small measure as Fate will rewrite his demise to return to some idea of normalcy. God bless him."


   After reading that, I vomited into the trashcan. The only question I had was am I human? I pulled out my pocket knife and cut the back of my hand. I bled. I was left with more questions and answers. But I knew this was all real. So I did as the spirit asked. I washed my hands with the weird water, as I noticed the clay felt a little alive to my touch. Fortunately my grandmother made a person shaped mold, and I made the doll, even putting the female symbol on the body.

  I left the theater, to the questioning looks of everyone there.

  "Fiona, pay the workers, and if there is time after the cleaning, open the theater for the night, the girls know their jobs. I will be back soon." I spoke as I slung the bag with the stone on my shoulder and left.

   The drive was an awkward one. The late afternoon sky was overcast and the wind had a cold bite to it. It had taken me half an hour or so to reach the border of the construction site. I parked a ways away, and hoofed it to where the stone said to go. She was right. The site stood quiet as the only noise was the security guard smoking outside of the guard shack. I knew he had cameras recording all over the place, but the spot I was directed to go was a blind spot. Safe as it seemed I knew it would be a place of importance for him to patrol. The stone started to speak a little, guiding me to the spot for the small ritual. She told me the animals still awake were watching the guard to give me eyes where mine were not.


   The ritual consisted of me making scratch looking symbols on the bare rock that felt really warm to the touch despite it being just below seventy degrees outside. The circle was completed as I was told to place the clay doll in the center and put my bare hands on either side of it. The animals told me that the guard went inside, but it will be only for a little while before the other guard would make his rounds. I began the chant as the air stood still. The snowfall starting was suspended around me and the animals began to make a loud noise. The circle glowed with a soft blue light as each symbol glowed and vanished. The doll was gone in a blinding flash. I shielded my eyes to the bright light, but felt small burning pains on my chest. The smell did smell like burnt flesh, but also cooked clay fresh from the kiln.

   Underneath my hunched over body once the spirit guiding me fell silent, was a girl. she looked like a normal human girl roughly fourteen, fifteen if I pressed the issue. She was not moving at all. The prowling wolves who were acting like my eyes alerted me that both guards were coming out of the shack.

  "I know through your words, the feelings of them that you have no trust in me as a human, but could you do me one favor, for the cost of one favor you may ask of me." I spoke as I had, through that stone. The sleepy spirit translated it for me to them and replied.

  "They say that a favor for a favor does not change anything." the stone replied.

  "I cannot offer more right now, but if there is anything you ever need, I will not hesitate to help." I spoke quietly, the guards still a good bit away.

  "Sweet words mean nothing. Only actions. Keep your word. Change our minds. Ask the favor." was the response.

  "Do not harm the guards, but distract them long enough for me to escape with the spirit girl. Just scare them back to their box." I asked.

  "Foolish human, we bare fangs for no one. But this we will do to honor our pact with the Spirit Mother." the stone spoke.

   A few seconds later, growls and howls filled the area as wolves started to slowly advance on the unarmed guards. Pissing themselves in fear they were backed up until they closed the door on the shed. In that given time, I scooped up the girl in my arms, wincing in pain as my shoulder screamed at me in pain. I made sure to leave nothing behind that could be traced back to me. But the area seemed less alive upon leaving it, that feeling was the same as if you drove through an abandoned town. like something was supposed to be there, but isn't anymore.

---Home---

   The drive was nerve wracking. In the backseat was a naked fourteen year old. Beyond any shadow of doubt I would go to jail just because there was a naked minor in the car. I drove into town right down main street with people about getting their last minute shopping done for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I had the worst luck. People I knew stopped and waved at me at the light. Soon I was pulling into the back of the theater. I bundled the girl in the moving blanket and avoided most of my staff, but the do good squad, including Aubrey, who was working for me as assistant drink staff at the counters. She was good at her job, so fuck it.

   "John what is that?" Amelia asked as I unlocked the door to my apartment quickly.

   "Nothing, I will explain later." I said left her and the girls puzzled.

  Once inside I laid the girl down on my bed. A faint symbol glowed on her chest, and my chest had the same one, but smaller above my heart. She started to stir, when I placed the stone next to her.

  "Where am I?!?!" she said with a start.

  Before I could answer she began speaking in a language that started to hurt my brain. Seconds later, the stone glowed to life.

  "Stop it sister. His mortal ears cannot handle the spirit language. Allow me to fully teach you their language." The stone spoke as the light grew brighter. Soon the girl calmed down, and began to take notice of things. Mainly her body.

  "Why am I in human flesh? This is a grave sin!" she shouted in shock at discovering her body, breasts and privates in total.

  "I used him and the forbidden knowledge to preserve your life until whatever is attacking the energy itself is dealt with." The stone explained.

  "Wait, you did not mention that you were under an attack." I spoke concerned as to what I have gotten myself into.

  "That place was not randomly chosen. Something sinister wants the energy from this place, but now they cant get to the energy that was there anymore. But I will contact you again, If I need further help. But in the mean time take care of my sister. She knows so little of the human world." The stone pleaded, before falling silent.

Now things are even weirder.


(TBC with 100% more of the makings of the sexy times?)
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Reply #33 on: September 09, 2020, 09:59:19 PM
(I feel I need to clarify some things.)

- John was always ill. But he did not leave for the hospital until he was almost fourteen.
- The town of Sunnyville has actual morals and such, but not so strict it would drive away people with an overly rigid social moral structure.
- Also this story will only go toe deep into x-files land. The original story written in diary form was a lot weirder than this, so what I am writing is a filtered version of the original.
- This story will tie into a few of my other stories, mainly the Joe series, Both Christmas and the Observatory story, and possibly the Endangered series. I challenge you readers to find the connections and let me know in the comments.

- Also this is despite the events, not a harem story. I do not know how this new story will end for John, because the original story ended at the end of the Dilleager saga, and after reading it over and over, I could not drop it there without covering the notes I had written to advance the story.

- As always I love all forms of feedback.

And now the next chapter.

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Reply #34 on: September 13, 2020, 05:11:26 AM
Now things are even weirder.

Definitely enjoying the turn of events.

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Reply #35 on: September 28, 2020, 07:04:01 PM
--Chapter 19 -- Food and New Friends.


   Thanksgiving. The time to eat and be thankful to have survived to that point. The town usually held a huge dinner in the town square for the whole town, but the weather took a turn for the worse. After talking to Fiona, we decided to call out for our traditional dinner, as there was a nice family restaurant that made a wonderful spread for Turkey Day, that was not too pricey. The Girl, whom was still asleep in my bed was subjected to an overly eager interrogation from everyone who they could call up to my place. I was practically forced to sleep on the couch and the door to the hall was secured.

 Right now, the sky is overcast, as a heavy cold rain fell. It was nine a.m. and I was suddenly woken up from my semi comfortable sleep, with a scantily clad crotch to my face. Then carefully the weight of the world fell upon me, it was considerate of my shoulder as what felt like a ton of girls collapsed on my defenseless body. Girls in their night clothes giggling and writhing on me to the point my boxers front door opened and my boy stood firm and proud. An asses owner squealed as my boy poked a hot little cunt through the thin panties. I opened my eyes and sighed.

 "Good Morning John!" The girls including Fiona and a few faces it took me a couple of seconds to recognize chirped in unison.

  "Morning. Coffee. Heavy." I groggily moaned trying to move under the hypersexed pile of delicious young girls.

 "Coffee is cooking, but we have some business to attend to." Amelia said as everyone nodded.

  "What? Why?" I whined as the crotch at my face was inching closer to my face, despite the owners futile attempts to prevent it. I couldn't tell whose crotch it was, because the panties, though quite adult and risque did not match what I knew the girls to wear.

  I felt some movement where my dick was pressing as deep into the pussy of the girl who was definitely feeling it, and soon my cock was buried deep in that oh so sweet moist tunnel as the girl hissed in satisfaction loudly. I could not move much, but from the speed at which she was posting herself on me, she didn't need much help getting her own. Soon, I had that beautiful crotch in my face, the smell was lightly floral, and a little musty from sleep. The girl above me let out a cute moan, and her voice was unfamiliar.

  She squirmed enough so that the flimsy fabric moved to the side enough for my tongue to meet her erect clitoris. I could feel the shocks rip through her body when I began to lick and flick it with my tongue. Her thighs tightened on the sides of my head as she soaked my face with her orgasm. She tumbled off of me onto someone on the floor and then the shooting pains returned to my shoulder, right as I was filling up the pussy with a fresh batch of man milk. The pain brought me out of the sexual delirium, and I screamed out.

--A few minutes later---

  The living room was filled with the pleasant small talk of girls unabashedly lounging around in their underwear and night clothes. The girl I fucked turned out to be Gretchen as she was absently rubbing her well fucked kitty, while talking about their shopping trip tomorrow. I was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, when a small and delicate voice spoke up to me.

  "Um..Mr. John, umm...May I have a glass of water?" The voice asked from behind. I had made the drink for her, and turned around to see a tall wispy girl, with over curly red bed head hair. Her nightclothes consisted of the familiar panties and a very loose cami.

  Looking her over, I remember her vividly from the gun fight night. Funny how I still cannot come up with a better name for the event. She was the frail looking girl, and obviously one of the first to be abducted. When I found her, she was one of the girls in the private room waiting for her first time with a rapist. I also remember her for her gift she left in my hospital room. It was a handmade doll, very nicely made, with the word Hero on the shirt, and the doll almost matched me feature for feature. Within its arms was a smaller girl doll and between them was a note practically telling me shes throwing herself at me and not to reject her.

   Apparently, her captors kept passing her over, as their customers rejected her deeply. It must have destroyed her to her core, to be abducted, forced to be naked, put up for sale and her chastity sold to the highest bidder, only to be completely destroyed. On her ankle where the scars of the leg shackle had dug into it, was a pink ribbon. I noticed most of the girls from that night around town did not wear a sock on the leg that was chained but a pink ribbon.

  "Aubrey, here you go." I said trying to ease the girls embarrassment. I recalled her taste, it was a beautiful bittersweet, almost as if you could taste the dark pain in her and yet the potential beauty inside in the same bite.

  It was not as if she was ugly in any way, just as girls say, a late bloomer. She was tall, her tits, not overly huge, somehow did not match her frame. Her hips were filling out nicely, but still she had some more to grow. I know deep in my core, she would be stunning once she finishes maturing like a fine wine.

  She had taken the glass, and ran back into the living room, bright red from embarrassment. I did not realize at the moment, but my boy was just flopping in the breeze. I quickly put him back in his cage and finished breakfast. It was kind of weird, the scene could have looked like to an outsider looking in, to be a dad with his daughters eating breakfast. But these girls made it weird by not wearing normal PJ's. No one, not even the most modest of the group wore traditional PJ's. Did their parents know they lounge in their underwear in a mans home?

  The girls helped clean up, and I watched their asses move as they washed dishes. Fiona was fingering Amelia in my recliner, a post meal workout of sorts. The dynamic of the girls relationship with Fiona shifted from pet slave to friend in the span of weeks. I allowed it, because it was fucking hot, and there was really nothing I could do to stop it.

--First Order of Business--

  The girls were assembled in my Office, which was taken from me on the days that the theater was closed or not busy. Thank the lord they were dressed. Even The Girl was wearing something normal, though ill fitting. The girls would vanish and return, having to help their mothers with their dinners. But right now there were three girls in front of my desk. Each was naked, which was fitting for the ritual of joining the group. Lucky for me, there was no windows in the office, or else I would probably be in Jail by now.

   The other problem, and its a tiny one, was that I was naked and tied to the cot that I stored in the offices closet. I could not move an inch and was being used like a meeting table between the members of the group. Each was playing with my cock and balls while they discussed club issues. After about five minutes Amelia addressed the new joins.

  "Look bitches, this is our club treasure. There are plenty of girls and women around who would murder to be in your non existent shoes right now. John has proven to be an outstandingly honorable man, almost free of any dubious intent towards us. This club was founded to show that as girls we can help our community, and form life long friendships. That's what the public sees. Secretly, going back to the founding of the town, the Good Girls were formed to nurture and keep safe and happy a Man of the highest caliber. It was decided before we were born that such a man existed. It is John." She said reading from an old book similar to the one I own, but it was more ornate.

  The current members nodded silently. I wondered why I was naked, and tied up again.*
Since their acceptance ritual was a lesbian orgy. It did not take long to find out why...


  "Normally we would make love to you one on one, but since there are three of you, and our numbers are seven, the Book said that we must bind each other to the man we are protecting. First, you will one by one mount him, and before he can cum inside you, you will pledge your undying love and life to him. Then we can all honor you three as sisters and have a little fun." Amelia said with a wink and grin.

  "First off, THE most important thing to do right now is to give her a name!" Naomi said as the other girls voted unanimously for me to name her.

  "Fuck. I can't think of one right now. How about Lillith, and she takes my last name?" I suggested.

  The girls whispered over me in a way that I could not understand anything but a word here or there. When they were done it was Debra to break the news.
 
   "Girl, from now until eternity, we hereby name you Lillith Guyrenski. Your story is you are Fiona's little sister who spent time at a boarding school most of your life. You came to live with your sister as your parents think that the city schools would be bad for you." Debra proclaimed to the room. A soft light came from Lillith's chest, and she just mouthed the name with a smile on her face.

  "I...I am a virgin though..." Aubrey said as she stepped forward and climbed on top of me. She sat on her knees with her pretty puffy slit just kissing the head of my dick.

  "It won't hurt that bad. The pain is there to let you know you are not a child anymore." Naomi said in the most adult and mature way, which left me oddly proud and concerned about her.

  To help their new friend, two girls on either side of us held her arms, keeping her in the right position for easy penetration. They slowly lowered her down, my cockhead splitting that pretty pussy open, and then as it slowly traveled up as she came down, we met the resistance.

   "Ready?" Amelia said with a grin.

   "May..maybe..oohh myy thats...nice.." Aubrey said as she felt the fullness of my cock try to invade her. With a sudden push, I felt my cock break through, and the look on her face was way too erotic. A mix of deep pleasure, sprinkled with the large dash of pain, and a little bit of euphoria.

   "I...ow....I...don't move...I Aubrey Lemas...this is good...Pledge...my...can I move a little?....Heart....oh frick it...Body....and...I have to move...Soul...to...This....Man..John...Guyrenski....He...is...the..it stopped hurting...Master...and..I am his servant...Until...Death..or Beyond....GOD DAMMIT CAN I FUCK HIM NOW??!?!" Aubrey recited the pledge with little whispers of how she was feeling at the moment. After the girls nodded, she began to bounce with an inexperienced pace that showed that she needed a good partner to train her to use her body right for this, so she can have more pleasure. Finally, I started to feel my dick swell and my balls tighten. I came, and she came even wetter on me. I found out she pees when she comes. Nice.


  Then it was the second new girls turn. It seems that the good girls are recruiting from the pool of women I rescued that night. This girl was the one I found huddled in a corner.
The girls got me hard again, and cleaned me off to prepare for the new recruit. The new girl climbed on me and was helped by the others. She was not very tall, but also not stocky either. She looked like she was an athlete, just on the short side. Again my dick was kissing a fresh pussy.

  "I, Hailey Shireson, pledge my all to this man John Guyrenski. May I serve him to the best of my abilities, that I may take care of him along with my sisters." She pledged as she slid all the way down on me. Not a virgin, huh. But just because there isnt a hymen doesnt mean that she had sex before. This fucking was nice and sweet. I let her take the lead and even though she was in the same boat as Aubrey in the experience department, she knew enough to not rush her orgasm. Though she did pass out from her first major orgasm from a cock. It was cute and touching. She was promptly removed. and replaced with Lillith.

  "Are you sure about this?" I asked Lillith.

  "Very sure." she replied emotionlessly.

  "It might hurt." I warned.

  "Dont care, want John." she again replied deadpan.

  "Fine." I copied her.


 "Lillith serve John forever." She oathed as she was copying what the other girls did. Her face did contort a little from the pain, then pleasure. she came as she crumpled on me. I filled her with a full load.

--Later---

  After an hour of fucking, we returned to our separate homes. I went downstairs for the meal delivery, and returned to find Fiona licking my loads out of Lillith and Naomi. I put the food on the table and fetched the settings. Once the table was set, we all sat down to our Thanksgiving dinner. Before I could even bite into the first roll, my doorbell rang. It was odd, as most of the time my guests would just barge in like their name was on the deed.

   I looked into the monitor and seen it was a rather nice group of people, And they were holding food.

  "Go get dressed all of you. We have guests." I told the girls and my cousin. I unlocked the door and let them up.

  My apartment became a flurry of activity as the girls were helping their families set up a large meal in my not so large dining room.

  "Hey, we can use the tavern's party room. Its got plenty of room." I suggested as everyone looked at me. It must have finally dawned on them that all of us eating in a room that could seat maybe ten people comfortable was not going to work. I went downstairs and unlocked the party room. It was meant for things like kids parties and the rare bachelor party. But it had large tables and plenty of seating.

  We ate, and made merry for what seemed like a few hours. I chatted happily with everyone I knew, and greeted and befriended those I didn't. To say I was full would be a like. I was absolutely stuffed. We cleaned up and leftovers were distributed as I took a good portion home. Today was absolutely a good day, despite the weather.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

(TBC Sorry for the lateness, Hurricane sally and other things got me.)



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Reply #36 on: December 14, 2020, 02:58:35 AM
--Chapter 20-- Icy and Lecherous


   Waking up, I found myself in a puppy pile of girls and women, the room reeked of liquor and sex, and the howling wind outside did not promise that the snow piling up higher than the window would disappear anytime soon. This mountain side inn was quickly becoming a tomb, the power long out, and the fire in the large room's fireplace was dying. Full of all the pains, I get up and feed fresh logs into the fire as I place a pot of water on the hearths hook and get some hot water going for what was next to come. How I got here was a painful thought no matter how you looked at it.....


---Wednesday before Christmas---

  Agony, pain, and defeat filled the lobby along with various bundles of purchases were arranged out of the way of the customers. It was a drawn up deal that every shift would send out a few workers who were not as busy to do some shopping for the ones who were busier. Now that there was a large pile of gifts, and the theater was busy. I was in my office getting a very nice blowjob from Amelia, when there was a knock on the door.

  Amelia hid under the desk further and continued her job, quietly as possible. The person who entered was the organizer of the snowathon. She was all business in handing me a clipboard.

 "Sign this please." She said as I signed my name, and attached the check of the money I promised to donate. She gave me a receipt and then a manila envelope.

  "Thank you very much." I replied sweetly as she left the office. I noticed a glimmer in her eyes along with a knowing little smirk as she left. Amelia returned to making me come and when her mouth was full of my spunk she loudly swallowed every drop. Getting up from under my desk, she thanked me for the meal and left. I opened the envelope and it was the passes to the resort for the spa days for two days one night. So when the theater was empty between the showings, I gathered everyone together to let them know that we have the passes. Enthusiastically they decided to leave tonight as Saturday would be Christmas Eve.

  Oh how I wished I never even wanted to go. It was more of a pampering thing than something I would be interested in. So after work and some conversations with parents, the bus that I now owned (due to it smelling "funny" when I tried to return it, and ending up buying out right, which was a ding to my budget.) was loaded to the brim with a mix of women and girls. Miranda obviously brought the other woman from the police force who helped our team win, so there was that.

  It was half an hour into our trip when the girls started gossiping, and of course the talk turned to me and my dick. Now almost all of the people on board had my dick in one way or another, save Miranda's friend. So I could not tell her reaction to the conversation but it seemed there was a definite interest. It was not as if they treated it like old news, as I kept learning new things to keep my lovers satisfied. I kept my eyes on the road facing the setting sun underneath the thick blankets of clouds that promised a snow storm.

   We reached the bottom of the mountain, and there was a gate we had to pass through. The people at the gate counted us and the passes and then looked at me with a sympathetic frown.

  "Keep it under twenty, and be careful, snow is coming in, in waves." The woman waved us on as the gate opened. The path was paved, but still not any less dangerous. We kept at twenty miles an hour, and made it as a light snow fell. The main inn was downright palatial, it boasted the most amenities in this part of the country. Over a large wall, I could see large amounts of steam float up.

 "An outdoor hotsprings?" I asked the receptionist who almost all but ignored me.

 "Tch, yes, obviously. The owners were influenced by the Japanese Ryokan. It features a mixed bath area, along with gender separate baths. There is even bars that serve guests near the baths." She said as she finished punching in whatever she had to do.

 "There is a single room for you, sir, and the ladies will share a luxuriously large room." She said handing me the cards as if doing so would absolutely kill her. I handed Miranda the card and left them to select their lounge wear from the stand near by. I grabbed a robe that looked like it fit me and carried my overnight bag to my room. Inside was not bad, but not "Luxurious" as advertised. Well I suppose so, since I am the only man on this mountain right now. This was the level of service one would suspect he would get if he was not exactly wanted here. Not that they said it out loud, but my dinner was a little on the basic side, while the girls had a feast. This was more for them than me, but still, at least toss a man a steak and beer.

  But my belly full, I decided to soak, since I never been to a bathouse before. I seen them in all those shows Fiona watches, but this is the real world. I sat in the warm water naked, and it felt like heaven. A woman walked up to me and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. Since the passes also covered tabs, I ordered two shots of Johnnie Walker Blue label, you know the kind, where the box and bottle costs three hundred dollars in the liquor stores. Yeah, the good shit. She smiled and returned with a tray, the bottle and a shot glass.

  "I am just going to leave this here, I have others to attend to, and I think you can pour for yourself." She said a little briskly while setting down a bowl of bar snacks with my drink.

  "Thanks." I said as I poured myself a nice shot, and sipped it. No one knocks down shots of three hundred dollar liquor like a frat boy. Its just unheard of. You sip the liquor like you are kissing a lover, gentle and enough to get her flavor.

 Next to me, separated by a wall, was a large group of women. The youngest was goofing off, while slightly older was trying to mimic the older girls and women, who in turn was acting just as loud and boisterous as the younger girls. It was a vicious cycle until the drinks were served..

  Not being over there was a saving grace. Because apparently the COP/POLICEWOMAN thought it was a good IDEA to give clearly UNDERAGED girls booze. Not bottles or beers, but shots of what would be considered the feminine liquors. You know the kind that women enjoy the hell out of at parties, over beer and harder stuff. Not making any sexist judgements here, just stating observations. I personally don't mind the fruity drinks, but this was not that.

  I decided after I was toasted from both the bath and almost half a bottle of the best liquor I ever tasted, I needed some rest. I made the mistake of going to my room too early. And I paid dearly.

-----Red, Half Dead, and wanting bed-------

  It was nine pm, I was loosened up, and at that level where I can think clearly, but not drive. I was relaxing in a lazy boy flipping channels as the door opened and a woman pushed a padded table in. Her accent hinted at German.

  "You, ordered massage, full body, deep tissue." She said as she set up her stuff.

  "No, I think you have the wrong--" I let out before this woman who looked like she couldn't even lift a book had me out of the chair, naked, and with my ass up on the table.


   She applied some kind of warming lotion to my back, and began to work me like a pizza chef. She started to work places I did not know I had, and if it had not been for the liquor, I knew I would be feeling it. She noticed the scars on my shoulder and avoided the area.

  "Gunshot?" she asked as she worked my ass cheeks.

 
  "Shotgun, close range." I replied.

 
   "Soldier?"  she asked as she was now on my lower back

  "No, bad guy." I replied.

  She came around to my face and looked at me hard. Then it dawned on her.

  "You man who rescued girls?" she asked.

   "Sure." I replied.

  I could tell she was not very good at English, and I tried to be nice, since I did not speak a lick of German. Our conversation was back and forth until she flipped me over.


   She noticed the strange tattoo over my heart. And the entry wound on my shoulder. She worked my arms as much as she could, then chest, down my stomach, thighs, legs and feet, then she noticed my erection and applied another type of lotion and placed a towel over it, and jerked me off. I came blissfully. She finished and put me back on the chair and promptly left. I was loose and almost jelly from everything and that's when the quick strikes began.

   It started innocently enough, I would drift off to sleep, and wake up buried in a random girl, or my cock in a mouth. Sure I was getting my rocks off, but still all I wanted was to sleep. Around eleven, the wind started howling outside and with it came the "scared" girls. Not just the young ones, but even the bona fides women. Miranda and her friend were the last to arrive, and they reeked of being drunk. It was not even subtle anymore, they just fell into my bed and stripped me of my clothes to have the sloppiest threesome I ever had. Soon after I put my last load in her friends ass, they passed out.


----Predawn-----

 It was official. The road out was snowed in. But this was the second day, and we were not supposed to leave until tomorrow late evening. But as it stood we were not leaving anytime soon. The women scattered to the four winds of this place, some doing sports, others getting some spa time. I mostly was left alone, until Laurie and Elizabeth found me in one of the parlors shooting a game of pool with a worker. They had just experienced their first mud bath, and were still a little skittish during their full body seaweed wrap. The poor things, sadly I could not save them from what happened to them. But they were absolutely glowing with youthful radiance.

  "Looks like you both are angels coming down to visit me." I complimented as I just missed scratching.

  "Thank you John." The girls spoke in unison, completely absorbed in the compliment I had given. The quadruplets had taken a liking to me, but there was still a long way to go for absolute trust. Yes I fucked all four of them, but that was set up to show them that I was safe for some logical reason that eludes me to this day. They were proud card carrying members of the Do Good Girl squad, after all.

  For all the talk of this place being all inclusive, the ladies were served a lavish breakfast, while mine was what you would consider a simple masculine meal. I mean the eggs and various breakfast meats were good, and the biscuits were outstanding, but lavish it was not. This cemented the feelings of not being wanted here deep in my heart. Around noon, I figured I would slip out and leave, going back to town to let the girls have their day. But Mother Nature had other plans, as now the snow was piled too high, and digging out out would take the better part of the afternoon. So I bit my cheek and stuck it out. There was not much beyond soaking in the hot springs or getting inebriated to do here for me so I had my soak, minus the liquor, which was heavily plied on me, and I retired to my room to watch whatever was on the T.V.

  The girls were having a fantastic time, the younger girls learning beauty tips and how to properly care for themselves in the "classes" offered. I didn't know much beyond the conversations after that they were taught how to prepare for sex, and what lingerie to wear. Nope. I was just the man sized baggage and I kept my mouth shut. I dozed off when the Stone woke up. It was not on the little pedestal that I made for it, as if it was moved or touched without enough care to put it back. The Stone started yawning loudly, and I moved to the door to make sure no one was in the hall. Some other guests were milling about, oblivious to my existence.

  "John, why are we here?" The stone spoke to me. It seemed vexed at being in an unfamiliar room.

  "I told you about coming to the spa. The girls won it in that competition." I answered honestly, though I could not lie to the stone, she seen right through the first time I tested the waters with a little white lie.

  "No, John, why are we here?" she asked again, miffed that I was not giving the correct answer.
 
  "What is wrong with this place?" I asked.

  "This is one of my sisters domain's and well, as much as I love and care for her, she and I do not see eye to eye on alot of things. Last time we spoke, she vowed to remove---" She was abruptly cut off by another voice that came from a white and blue figure of a girl sitting where I once was.

 "Remove all men from the town to balance the energies more properly. We never needed the male spirits before, and certainly do not need them now." The figure spoke as she became less ghostly and more real. Her features became that of a girl who blossomed early, her breasts were full, but she was bald below. Her hair had that silvery white color that was completely unnatural for someone her looks made her age to be. But she shifted her leg over the other giving me a glimpse of a very nice puffy pussy. She looked like she was fourteen going on infinity though to be honest.

   "Hello dear sister, did you forget the pact with this ones grandmother and the women before her?" The stone spoke but this time a face was hovering over the stone.

  "Oh my, you have recovered enough to manifest your face, soon we will sip tea and let our world crumble, you traitor." The girl in the chair spit back.

  "You mean this walking fuck toy managed to give back what he originally stolen? Please, I can restore you and wipe this man off the face of the planet." She made the threat with a smile on her face.

  "You kill him and you doom us all. We all are bound to him, not by force but by love. He is making himself a fine tool to save us all. Show him a little respect." The stone spoke now with an edge to her voice that denoted authority.

  "You cant even touch me, watch, I will kill him now, and then set this world on the correct, female path." She said as she lifted her hand from the chair and a bolt of pure red light struck me through my chest, where the tattoo was and.....

 Nothing. No pain, though I pee'd a little. No injury, not even a singe mark. The bolt had just hit me like a cheap special effects trick and did nothing. The girl in the chair was shocked. Just as everyone was regaining their senses, Lillith burst into the room and slapped the taste out of her sisters face.

  "Lillith felt John die." she said standing over her sister with her own bolt of pure blue light.

  "Sister needs to be punished." She said in her typical deadpan expression.

  "Stop it!!" I finally growled. I stood up and pushed Lillith on the bed and as I grabbed for the girl on the floor, having no where to run, she passed out. Lillith walked to her room and returned with something.

  "Pretty rock." she said handing me the rock.

 However the rock started to glow, as the form of the girl on the floor vanished to inhabit the stone. The room grew quiet again with a deep heartfelt apology from the girl now in the stone and the original stone. I needed names for them soon or I was going to be confused.

--Later that night---

  It was just after midnight, when all hell broke loose. The snow was now coming down in piles and the entire mountain pass was impassible. We were stuck. The power died an hour or two later and I was carried to the girls room, literally.

  Their room was large, and had enough beds for them all. It had a large fireplace against a wall, and I could tell the girls had trouble lighting the fire. I helped out, and once the fire was toasty I tried to return to my cold room. Access Denied. I could not get out, as the girls were trying to occupy themselves enough to fall asleep.

  We started off innocently enough, playing cards, talking and telling stories, but the younger girls were out of it, with weariness and a bit of liquor. The older girls and women started telling sexy stories they heard. They were sharing mostly edited stories, mostly about me. Not wanting to toot my own horn, but fuck, the way they tell it makes it sound like a porn shoot gone very right. Last was me, as most of the bottles were empty, and I was one of the few left slightly sober. So I told a story....


---John at 13---


  It would be a year or so before I was hospitalized. I had just hit the candy store, and was enjoying the spoils of an early fall job when I popped the first piece of hard candy in my mouth. From behind I was bowled over by four girls and they did not stop or even say sorry. They were running to the nearby park where we kids had spots to hide certain activities. This was not my first run in with them. We were friends as far as a guy can be with girls. But this injustice needed to be answered for. So I decided to follow them, as if I could overpower them. I was in a bad way with my health at the time, my heart would only take so much before stopping, so whatever I could do would have to suffice. Had a bottle of nitroglycerin pills, something the doctors said would help, in case I overdid it.

  I followed the path, past the littler kids playing with parents watching, along the back of the bushes we used to get to the spot I knew where they would be. It was not much, mostly unused as the older kids were more interested in older kid things than hanging out in an impromptu fort, and the younger kids could not escape their parents sight. Also it was not like the town only had one park to build secret bases in either. Pull back the bush and enter the tunnel. Fun fact, this fort was almost completely weatherproof at the time. But I had to be quiet, as I knew that the tunnel was not long, and even with the loud kids nearby, I would be heard.
 
  I decided to forego common sense, and crawl my way in. Luckily these were play clothes and I could get dirty. But once I entered the fort, I knew what was up
immediately. The girls had gotten some dirty books and were playing with themselves to them. I also seen the books I had hidden here out too. With my condition, I couldn't beat my meat constantly, but a good cum once in awhile was always pleasant. But here were four almost naked girls in my (our) spot masturbating. The floor was dug out into a bowl shape, with the branches above tied to form a roof and an old tarp was tied underneath to give us a roof. Standing inside was almost impossible, unless you liked hunching over.


    I crawled slowly until I was beside two of the girls who did not n



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Reply #37 on: December 14, 2020, 03:03:08 AM
Can I get a nice moderator to delete mishera's post, apparently I was logged in as Writers Bloque it shifted to an account that I made from a computer that long since died.



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Reply #38 on: December 14, 2020, 03:34:33 AM
--Chapter 20-- Icy and Lecherous


   Waking up, I found myself in a puppy pile of girls and women, the room reeked of liquor and sex, and the howling wind outside did not promise that the snow piling up higher than the window would disappear anytime soon. This mountain side inn was quickly becoming a tomb, the power long out, and the fire in the large room's fireplace was dying. Full of all the pains, I get up and feed fresh logs into the fire as I place a pot of water on the hearths hook and get some hot water going for what was next to come. How I got here was a painful thought no matter how you looked at it.....


---Wednesday before Christmas---

  Agony, pain, and defeat filled the lobby along with various bundles of purchases were arranged out of the way of the customers. It was a drawn up deal that every shift would send out a few workers who were not as busy to do some shopping for the ones who were busier. Now that there was a large pile of gifts, and the theater was busy. I was in my office getting a very nice blowjob from Amelia, when there was a knock on the door.

  Amelia hid under the desk further and continued her job, quietly as possible. The person who entered was the organizer of the snowathon. She was all business in handing me a clipboard.

 "Sign this please." She said as I signed my name, and attached the check of the money I promised to donate. She gave me a receipt and then a manila envelope.

  "Thank you very much." I replied sweetly as she left the office. I noticed a glimmer in her eyes along with a knowing little smirk as she left. Amelia returned to making me come and when her mouth was full of my spunk she loudly swallowed every drop. Getting up from under my desk, she thanked me for the meal and left. I opened the envelope and it was the passes to the resort for the spa days for two days one night. So when the theater was empty between the showings, I gathered everyone together to let them know that we have the passes. Enthusiastically they decided to leave tonight as Saturday would be Christmas Eve.

  Oh how I wished I never even wanted to go. It was more of a pampering thing than something I would be interested in. So after work and some conversations with parents, the bus that I now owned (due to it smelling "funny" when I tried to return it, and ending up buying out right, which was a ding to my budget.) was loaded to the brim with a mix of women and girls. Miranda obviously brought the other woman from the police force who helped our team win, so there was that.

  It was half an hour into our trip when the girls started gossiping, and of course the talk turned to me and my dick. Now almost all of the people on board had my dick in one way or another, save Miranda's friend. So I could not tell her reaction to the conversation but it seemed there was a definite interest. It was not as if they treated it like old news, as I kept learning new things to keep my lovers satisfied. I kept my eyes on the road facing the setting sun underneath the thick blankets of clouds that promised a snow storm.

   We reached the bottom of the mountain, and there was a gate we had to pass through. The people at the gate counted us and the passes and then looked at me with a sympathetic frown.

  "Keep it under twenty, and be careful, snow is coming in, in waves." The woman waved us on as the gate opened. The path was paved, but still not any less dangerous. We kept at twenty miles an hour, and made it as a light snow fell. The main inn was downright palatial, it boasted the most amenities in this part of the country. Over a large wall, I could see large amounts of steam float up.

 "An outdoor hotsprings?" I asked the receptionist who almost all but ignored me.

 "Tch, yes, obviously. The owners were influenced by the Japanese Ryokan. It features a mixed bath area, along with gender separate baths. There is even bars that serve guests near the baths." She said as she finished punching in whatever she had to do.

 "There is a single room for you, sir, and the ladies will share a luxuriously large room." She said handing me the cards as if doing so would absolutely kill her. I handed Miranda the card and left them to select their lounge wear from the stand near by. I grabbed a robe that looked like it fit me and carried my overnight bag to my room. Inside was not bad, but not "Luxurious" as advertised. Well I suppose so, since I am the only man on this mountain right now. This was the level of service one would suspect he would get if he was not exactly wanted here. Not that they said it out loud, but my dinner was a little on the basic side, while the girls had a feast. This was more for them than me, but still, at least toss a man a steak and beer.

  But my belly full, I decided to soak, since I never been to a bathouse before. I seen them in all those shows Fiona watches, but this is the real world. I sat in the warm water naked, and it felt like heaven. A woman walked up to me and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. Since the passes also covered tabs, I ordered two shots of Johnnie Walker Blue label, you know the kind, where the box and bottle costs three hundred dollars in the liquor stores. Yeah, the good shit. She smiled and returned with a tray, the bottle and a shot glass.

  "I am just going to leave this here, I have others to attend to, and I think you can pour for yourself." She said a little briskly while setting down a bowl of bar snacks with my drink.

  "Thanks." I said as I poured myself a nice shot, and sipped it. No one knocks down shots of three hundred dollar liquor like a frat boy. Its just unheard of. You sip the liquor like you are kissing a lover, gentle and enough to get her flavor.

 Next to me, separated by a wall, was a large group of women. The youngest was goofing off, while slightly older was trying to mimic the older girls and women, who in turn was acting just as loud and boisterous as the younger girls. It was a vicious cycle until the drinks were served..

  Not being over there was a saving grace. Because apparently the COP/POLICEWOMAN thought it was a good IDEA to give clearly UNDERAGED girls booze. Not bottles or beers, but shots of what would be considered the feminine liquors. You know the kind that women enjoy the hell out of at parties, over beer and harder stuff. Not making any sexist judgements here, just stating observations. I personally don't mind the fruity drinks, but this was not that.

  I decided after I was toasted from both the bath and almost half a bottle of the best liquor I ever tasted, I needed some rest. I made the mistake of going to my room too early. And I paid dearly.

-----Red, Half Dead, and wanting bed-------

  It was nine pm, I was loosened up, and at that level where I can think clearly, but not drive. I was relaxing in a lazy boy flipping channels as the door opened and a woman pushed a padded table in. Her accent hinted at German.

  "You, ordered massage, full body, deep tissue." She said as she set up her stuff.

  "No, I think you have the wrong--" I let out before this woman who looked like she couldn't even lift a book had me out of the chair, naked, and with my ass up on the table.


   She applied some kind of warming lotion to my back, and began to work me like a pizza chef. She started to work places I did not know I had, and if it had not been for the liquor, I knew I would be feeling it. She noticed the scars on my shoulder and avoided the area.

  "Gunshot?" she asked as she worked my ass cheeks.

 
  "Shotgun, close range." I replied.

 
   "Soldier?"  she asked as she was now on my lower back

  "No, bad guy." I replied.

  She came around to my face and looked at me hard. Then it dawned on her.

  "You man who rescued girls?" she asked.

   "Sure." I replied.

  I could tell she was not very good at English, and I tried to be nice, since I did not speak a lick of German. Our conversation was back and forth until she flipped me over.


   She noticed the strange tattoo over my heart. And the entry wound on my shoulder. She worked my arms as much as she could, then chest, down my stomach, thighs, legs and feet, then she noticed my erection and applied another type of lotion and placed a towel over it, and jerked me off. I came blissfully. She finished and put me back on the chair and promptly left. I was loose and almost jelly from everything and that's when the quick strikes began.

   It started innocently enough, I would drift off to sleep, and wake up buried in a random girl, or my cock in a mouth. Sure I was getting my rocks off, but still all I wanted was to sleep. Around eleven, the wind started howling outside and with it came the "scared" girls. Not just the young ones, but even the bona fides women. Miranda and her friend were the last to arrive, and they reeked of being drunk. It was not even subtle anymore, they just fell into my bed and stripped me of my clothes to have the sloppiest threesome I ever had. Soon after I put my last load in her friends ass, they passed out.


----Predawn-----

 It was official. The road out was snowed in. But this was the second day, and we were not supposed to leave until tomorrow late evening. But as it stood we were not leaving anytime soon. The women scattered to the four winds of this place, some doing sports, others getting some spa time. I mostly was left alone, until Laurie and Elizabeth found me in one of the parlors shooting a game of pool with a worker. They had just experienced their first mud bath, and were still a little skittish during their full body seaweed wrap. The poor things, sadly I could not save them from what happened to them. But they were absolutely glowing with youthful radiance.

  "Looks like you both are angels coming down to visit me." I complimented as I just missed scratching.

  "Thank you John." The girls spoke in unison, completely absorbed in the compliment I had given. The quadruplets had taken a liking to me, but there was still a long way to go for absolute trust. Yes I fucked all four of them, but that was set up to show them that I was safe for some logical reason that eludes me to this day. They were proud card carrying members of the Do Good Girl squad, after all.

  For all the talk of this place being all inclusive, the ladies were served a lavish breakfast, while mine was what you would consider a simple masculine meal. I mean the eggs and various breakfast meats were good, and the biscuits were outstanding, but lavish it was not. This cemented the feelings of not being wanted here deep in my heart. Around noon, I figured I would slip out and leave, going back to town to let the girls have their day. But Mother Nature had other plans, as now the snow was piled too high, and digging out out would take the better part of the afternoon. So I bit my cheek and stuck it out. There was not much beyond soaking in the hot springs or getting inebriated to do here for me so I had my soak, minus the liquor, which was heavily plied on me, and I retired to my room to watch whatever was on the T.V.

  The girls were having a fantastic time, the younger girls learning beauty tips and how to properly care for themselves in the "classes" offered. I didn't know much beyond the conversations after that they were taught how to prepare for sex, and what lingerie to wear. Nope. I was just the man sized baggage and I kept my mouth shut. I dozed off when the Stone woke up. It was not on the little pedestal that I made for it, as if it was moved or touched without enough care to put it back. The Stone started yawning loudly, and I moved to the door to make sure no one was in the hall. Some other guests were milling about, oblivious to my existence.

  "John, why are we here?" The stone spoke to me. It seemed vexed at being in an unfamiliar room.

  "I told you about coming to the spa. The girls won it in that competition." I answered honestly, though I could not lie to the stone, she seen right through the first time I tested the waters with a little white lie.

  "No, John, why are we here?" she asked again, miffed that I was not giving the correct answer.
 
  "What is wrong with this place?" I asked.

  "This is one of my sisters domain's and well, as much as I love and care for her, she and I do not see eye to eye on alot of things. Last time we spoke, she vowed to remove---" She was abruptly cut off by another voice that came from a white and blue figure of a girl sitting where I once was.

 "Remove all men from the town to balance the energies more properly. We never needed the male spirits before, and certainly do not need them now." The figure spoke as she became less ghostly and more real. Her features became that of a girl who blossomed early, her breasts were full, but she was bald below. Her hair had that silvery white color that was completely unnatural for someone her looks made her age to be. But she shifted her leg over the other giving me a glimpse of a very nice puffy pussy. She looked like she was fourteen going on infinity though to be honest.

   "Hello dear sister, did you forget the pact with this ones grandmother and the women before her?" The stone spoke but this time a face was hovering over the stone.

  "Oh my, you have recovered enough to manifest your face, soon we will sip tea and let our world crumble, you traitor." The girl in the chair spit back.

  "You mean this walking fuck toy managed to give back what he originally stolen? Please, I can restore you and wipe this man off the face of the planet." She made the threat with a smile on her face.

  "You kill him and you doom us all. We all are bound to him, not by force but by love. He is making himself a fine tool to save us all. Show him a little respect." The stone spoke now with an edge to her voice that denoted authority.

  "You cant even touch me, watch, I will kill him now, and then set this world on the correct, female path." She said as she lifted her hand from the chair and a bolt of pure red light struck me through my chest, where the tattoo was and.....

 Nothing. No pain, though I pee'd a little. No injury, not even a singe mark. The bolt had just hit me like a cheap special effects trick and did nothing. The girl in the chair was shocked. Just as everyone was regaining their senses, Lillith burst into the room and slapped the taste out of her sisters face.

  "Lillith felt John die." she said standing over her sister with her own bolt of pure blue light.

  "Sister needs to be punished." She said in her typical deadpan expression.

  "Stop it!!" I finally growled. I stood up and pushed Lillith on the bed and as I grabbed for the girl on the floor, having no where to run, she passed out. Lillith walked to her room and returned with something.

  "Pretty rock." she said handing me the rock.

 However the rock started to glow, as the form of the girl on the floor vanished to inhabit the stone. The room grew quiet again with a deep heartfelt apology from the girl now in the stone and the original stone. I needed names for them soon or I was going to be confused.

--Later that night---

  It was just after midnight, when all hell broke loose. The snow was now coming down in piles and the entire mountain pass was impassible. We were stuck. The power died an hour or two later and I was carried to the girls room, literally.

  Their room was large, and had enough beds for them all. It had a large fireplace against a wall, and I could tell the girls had trouble lighting the fire. I helped out, and once the fire was toasty I tried to return to my cold room. Access Denied. I could not get out, as the girls were trying to occupy themselves enough to fall asleep.

  We started off innocently enough, playing cards, talking and telling stories, but the younger girls were out of it, with weariness and a bit of liquor. The older girls and women started telling sexy stories they heard. They were sharing mostly edited stories, mostly about me. Not wanting to toot my own horn, but fuck, the way they tell it makes it sound like a porn shoot gone very right. Last was me, as most of the bottles were empty, and I was one of the few left slightly sober. So I told a story....


---John at 13---


  It would be a year or so before I was hospitalized. I had just hit the candy store, and was enjoying the spoils of an early fall job when I popped the first piece of hard candy in my mouth. From behind I was bowled over by four girls and they did not stop or even say sorry. They were running to the nearby park where we kids had spots to hide certain activities. This was not my first run in with them. We were friends as far as a guy can be with girls. But this injustice needed to be answered for. So I decided to follow them, as if I could overpower them. I was in a bad way with my health at the time, my heart would only take so much before stopping, so whatever I could do would have to suffice. Had a bottle of nitroglycerin pills, something the doctors said would help, in case I overdid it.

  I followed the path, past the littler kids playing with parents watching, along the back of the bushes we used to get to the spot I knew where they would be. It was not much, mostly unused as the older kids were more interested in older kid things than hanging out in an impromptu fort, and the younger kids could not escape their parents sight. Also it was not like the town only had one park to build secret bases in either. Pull back the bush and enter the tunnel. Fun fact, this fort was almost completely weatherproof at the time. But I had to be quiet, as I knew that the tunnel was not long, and even with the loud kids nearby, I would be heard.
 
  I decided to forego common sense, and crawl my way in. Luckily these were play clothes and I could get dirty. But once I entered the fort, I knew what was up
immediately. The girls had gotten some dirty books and were playing with themselves to them. I also seen the books I had hidden here out too. With my condition, I couldn't beat my meat constantly, but a good cum once in awhile was always pleasant. But here were four almost naked girls in my (our) spot masturbating. The floor was dug out into a bowl shape, with the branches above tied to form a roof and an old tarp was tied underneath to give us a roof. Standing inside was almost impossible, unless you liked hunching over.

  I crawled slowly until I was beside two of the girls who did not notice me until I pinched ones bottom. I knew I was dead, but we all were close, hell we took baths together up until last year. Like I said the town was really open sexually.

  The girl who got pinched, yelped first and then I was assaulted by four girls, until they recognized me. It started as a direct stand off, with me as naked as they were, but then I pulled out some knowledge I hidden away, from the times my parents left me home alone and dad had those kinds of tapes hidden away.

 "So you think that stuff in the books is better than the real thing?" I challenged them.

   With that bait, I was doing the lightly dark skinned girl, who liked tanning, by eating her out despite her protests that she was dirty. By the time the sun had lowered below the buildings, we were all huddled in a sweaty dirty pile of preteen fuck.

  I did have to pop a couple nitro pills as I was too weak to crawl out. But honestly that was some of the best sex I had.

----Back to the beginning---

 I was a couple of hours later and I was sleeping soundly, as I was having sex on and off since story time. I had a foot in my face.

  I fed the fire, and put on a large kettle like pot of water on to boil. I opened the curtains and seen the wall of white. This was not going to be good. Staff was rushing about trying to get everyone calmed down as I slipped into my room and donned my full winter gear. Mask, goggles and all.

  I passed reception and I noticed staff had dug out a couple of feet outside.

  "I am going to get the portable heater, and generator. If we could get it running in a spot everyone could gather, it would help until help comes." I suggested.

  "Oh please do, everyone will be gathering in the main dining room, the only places not snowed over is the outdoor baths and where we just worked on." she replied a little frantic.

  I made my way to the bus, which was not easy, as the snow was chest high. My shoulder screamed at me as I fought my way to the bus. It was sheet laziness that day that I did not unload everything from the bus and the generator and heater was still stowed away. I had finally seen the sun, and it looked like no more snow was coming for awhile at least so we could get out of here soon.

  From my vantage point a large snow plow truck was bumbling its way up the hill slowly, but still no utility trucks. I did not see the highway except the path the snow trucks were taking, so it would be still some time. I dragged the generator and heater inside, and once I got close to the dining room I set the generator outside, gassed it up and stretched the extension cords inside. Soon everyone present was getting warmed up and fed light foods.

  In the back of the room a girl sat, with her mother. Obviously of an upper class, the girl with the long black girl sat sipping her tea without looking, her eyes closed, except when I passed by, I felt that look of someone sizing up a target.

------ All's well-----

 It was ten pm, the snow had broken, and the night was cold and most of the snow was removed from the highway, as we bounced down the road back to town. The whole day was mostly spent worrying until a half an hour ago, when it was announced on the radio that the roads were cleared from the snow storm. Christmas eve was almost over and I kind of wanted to make it up to them tomorrow......

TBC see you next chapter.



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Reply #39 on: December 28, 2020, 06:03:57 PM
--Chapter 21--  Sugar Plums and Sexual Fantasies


  It is now one a.m. as I write this, Santa stopped by and caught me napping in my lazy boy recliner. But he left me gifts under the tree, and as usual ate the cookies. I know I am a grown man, but with all the supernatural shit going on around me, why is it odd that the actual Santa Clause would pay me a visit? The one gift that was not wrapped up was a Smokey Amethyst orb. This orb, the note said would help me understand the powers over the girls I unknowingly wield. I picked up the orb and the faces of the girls I was very close with appeared to be sleeping, all tuckered out and tucked in. I started to tear up as there was a face on it that should not be there, but it was blocked by a lock. Cassie's face looked like she did the first night she slept with me, cuddled against me for warmth and compassion. I tried to see it, but it said in a fatherly voice that I had other things to complete, before this would unlock. I asked it if the dead really dream, and it said that the spirit is the home of all dreams and hers is very strong. So I decided to go with the first, which was Amelia.

--Satin and Amelia---

  She was impatient, being a college senior. He promised to be here on the night of her graduation. She worked her ass off to finally get here, to get to be a business major who minored in advertisement. She felt the warmth of all the love He had given her over the years, pushing her to where she wanted to go. She wanted to be his manager, and take the theater to its highest limits, not for profit, but for others to enjoy the same quality his family offered over the years.

  There was a knock on her apartment door. As she passed the mirror, she did not see the adult she was, but the girl playing in her mothers lingerie drawer. She shuddered a moment as this night was going to be special. He was hinting at asking her to marry him. But the rules of their group stated that a single girl cannot marry him, so on the last day of high school they all agreed to change their names or hide the fact from all but them that they would split him, and all live in the same house under one pretense or another.

  She opened the door and he stepped in. He did not change much over the years, the light dusting of salt into his hair only made her and a few others a bit wetter when he addressed him. He gave off that raw power, yet gentle dignity that made her weak. It was like a lioness submitting to the most alpha of alpha's and even though she did dip her toes into the feminist culture, she really, and she meant really liked when he absolutely owned her. Not that it took anything away from her womanhood, but sometimes when a strong and kind man takes hold of you, the amazonian she woman has to take the very back seat on the bus.

  He grabbed her up in a one armed embrace around her waist. She might have been older now, but she was not taller. She kept fit, but still was not tall as the others. He carried her across the room to her room wordlessly. He promised..He promised.. Now she was out of breath, caught up in his vigor and masculine sensuality. He tossed her onto the bed, as he stripped out of his clothes, and in a flash the three hundred dollar lingerie was shredded. Naked, she felt every bit of the thirteen year old as she did back then, but this was more than a dream to her. She felt her wetness, her nipples harden and her stomach redden. Shes never wanted anything more than this, him and her, alone and for as long as it will last..

  His hard shaft was just stirring up her insides as the bite marks on her body deliciously hurt. He was brutally fucking her, as he promised to do when she was older. Now she understood why he did not treat her like this when she was a girl. This feeling of total submission, unable to even think clearly about anything more than his large penis just destroying her insides, the hand prints on her ass, and the fact that the sun was just starting to lighten the dark sky. They had been fucking for hours now, he filling every spot on and in her body with his spunk, and his scent. She doubted her shower before her graduation would remove his scent. She was forever his, and no other man would even remotely satisfy her. She passed out as he sprayed her face with his last load and he laid down with her to sleep the very few hours left before she walked the stage to the future.

  Amelia woke up, wet as hell. That was an intense wet dream. It felt so real, even opening her pj tops she felt where he bit her. She looked in the mirror, and the bite marks were real as the soreness in her body. Her young pussy felt completely destroyed. She gathered her bedding and clothes and put them in the washer. She ran a hot bath and soaked. She returned to bed after and did not wake until her parents woke her.

---now---

 John felt tired. His thoughts became the actions of the unseen man in Amelia's dream. He pressed Gretchens Picture and prepared for the next dream.

---Gretchen's Sexual Art Revue---

  It was a posh party, full of stuffy rich patrons from all over the world drawn to this sleep town. The town feeling stayed the same, but only the buildings changed. This building was her gallery. She became a young hit in the art world and never stopped rising. Her works pushed hard on the boundaries of Art and Smut, but the boost of the new wave feminists and all of the buzzword ABC people made her like a rocket with infinite fuel.

  She was dressed up formally, a beautiful red night dress with elbow length gloves. On the walls around her were paintings of her memories growing up with Him. Him bending her over the candy display, feeding the young hungry pussy his large cock. It was not a scene of abuse, but of one giving herself to the man she chosen to spend her life with, even if he had to lift her up on the display to get to drive his fuckstick home.

  There were commissions brought together to investigate the art as child pornography. But she stood in DC and plainly stated that none of it was real. Just the paintings of a woman wistfully reliving childhood sexual fantasies about an older man who was very kind to her. After that the DOJ left her to her art. That was the first time in her life she bold faced lied to anyone about her relationship with him.

  But tonight was special. This show would most likely get her blackballed in the art world, crossing a taboo that should not be crossed. It would be a Live Painting. Most artists only do this for attention, to paint some mundane art for a few bucks and credit.

  She left the crowd to her manager and went behind the thin papered divider that blocked the left side of the stage. A bright light flared to life casting her shadow on the screen. She made a show of sensually changing into her painting attire for tonight. She stepped out completely naked, save for the necklace he gave her for her birthday.

  Bowing before the delightfully shocked crowd, she began the show.

 "This piece will be my final piece for awhile. I will be going on an impromptu sabbatical to find the path I want my Art to go. This piece I will call "The Sex of Life." And it will be done with the help of the man I love." Gretchen said as she bowed to the crowd, her ample bosom hanging a little low, but still pleasingly full.

  He entered from the right side of the stage, in a mask, and nothing else on. The assistants brought various colors of body paints out, with rollers and brushes. They kissed as they chose a random color and painted the first coat on each other. He started with some foreplay of rubbing over her body. As the show went on, the painting became alive with a rainbow of body stamping in sexual positions. He left prints of her breasts as he plowed her into the canvas.

  They spent the whole thirty minute show sexually worshiping each other on the canvas. After they were finished, they washed off in the tub together on stage as the painting was framed and put up for sale. The highest bid was from a very wealthy New York socialite who found the display riveting. Thirty million dollars later, the couple was fucking again on the roof of the gallery watching the last of party goers depart. Gretchen's tits were swaying over the rail into the night as passerby's reported the sounds of some ghostly hot fucking in the night sky.

  The morning light found the couple sitting in the private room of the gallery sipping aromatic coffee, as He opened the drafters tube to pull out the blueprints for a house to accommodate them all. He just smiled as she lit up at the size of her room, and where it was in the house.

  Gretchen rolled over in her sleep. She was not bothered as much by the dream as she should have, she just returned to sleep smiling and slimy, happy all the way.

----Another done----

I had to take a break. I felt like I actually fucked her. My cock was hot and content. I got up and poured myself some eggnog and returned to my seat. It had only been ten minutes since I started and I wanted to see where this was going.

----Debra's Fight Debut----

  She was amped up. She had finally gotten her break into the UFC. She rose up from her sports days, needing more of a thrill. Having studied various martial arts, she felt confident in her abilities. He was in the locker room, rubbing her shoulders down, as he has always done before every competition. His fingers finding all the tight spots, and loosening them up for her to be as limber as she can for the fight against Liona "Lioness" Grady. If she wins this fight, it puts her on the path to the championship. There was still a few minutes to go as the arena was still filling and the announcers were flooding the air with their opinions.

  No one was in the locker room right now other than them, and a wicked smile worked her lips perfectly. As he was getting her stuff ready, she started to get naked.

  "Its time to change into my outfit." She said to his back, as he was getting her fighting outfit out.

   Before he knew it, she was already on him. It was not a real fight to get him naked as she had done so before while she trained. But he was not surprised as she has done this many times. Though the roar of the crowds feet away was intoxicating. There was a couple of low card fights before hers, so she straddled him. She perfected getting his cock in her while pinning him down. She liked the power play, and he didn't mind. Soon she was screaming in her orgasm, as she was being filled with his red hot seed. There was no foreplay, nor dainty bedroom games. No real time to clean up either. The referees and announcers came to get her, just as she was fixing her outfit.

  He and Miranda sat on the front row close to her area. The fight was brutal, Debra giving her as much and more than she was given. But it was the rear naked choke hold that put down the Lioness. Raising her hands to the sky, He noticed that smile he had first seen when she first gave herself to him. She winked at him and celebrated.


   Debra ached all over when the dream ended. Mostly it was her privates from the fucking he gave her, but also it was the fight that was so vivid in her fourteen years. She changed her nightclothes as they were sweaty and she fell back to sleep.

---again----

 I caught my breath. These dreams are more and more intense.

--Naomi's Nymph House----


  Naomi grew up right. He had made sure her past would not reflect in her future as much as it would. But there was something gnawing at her, as she grew up. She became addicted to Burlesque and with His help, bought and converted an old play house in town to turn it into her Nymph House. Tonight was another busy night. Tasteful but still raunchy and risque, it was the sort of place the rich and poor could be entertained, men and women alike.

  Tonight He would take a break from his work to partake in a show, but did not expect this.

  He was lead to a back room and stripped. Tonight's show was a brave homage to those strong women allied spies in world war two who gathered info for the good guys. The show started with the girls singing and dancing on stage as he was wheeled out in a chair with nothing but an SS cap on. Naomi came out in full PVC bondage gear and her hair did up in curls. She slapped the table with the riding crop as she rubbed and gyrated on Him.

 Soon the show was picking up the pace, but no one noticed that Naomi was posting herself on him, taking his thick cock as deep as she could. But she had to make it look like she wasn't on stage, so there was some exotic movements to keep the illusion alive. But no amount of stage magic could hide the hot wet gripping on his cock. The music was faster as more girls came out and helped her off of him, only to plant him back. The show lasted a few more minutes, but he did not, as soon as she was planted back on his cock, he exploded in her. The lights went out, and the show was over.

  Naomi just smiled. She of course was tired and wet, but also oddly fulfilled.

---Hmm?--

John was exhausted, but had further to go.


(I am breaking this into two parts, as I wanted to go full bore with it, but I needed to edit some stuff out.)

(see you next time!)
 



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Reply #40 on: April 18, 2021, 12:16:44 AM
This would make a great movie!

I agree!

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Reply #41 on: April 23, 2021, 03:10:15 AM
Hope we do get to see Part 2 some day.