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Everybody Loves The Barones Ch. 02

Debra woke to a peck on the cheek from Raymond. He was already dressed, and whispered to her that he would be going to the game directly from work. He thanked her for a great time the night before. Drowsily, she ruffled his hair and smiled at him.

She heard him bump and stumble as he let himself out downstairs. The night before had been one of their best times in bed for a while. Raymond had let Debra dominate him, as he normally did. She felt herself grow wet again as she remembered him kneeling between her legs and licking her cunt while she ran her nails down his back.

His technique had improved over the years, once she had shown him the special areas she wanted him to focus on. She moved her hand below the sheet and began to stroke herself as she thought of the conversation with Robert & Amy. She still couldn't believe Raymond had built up the nerve to fuck another woman. She would have torn him a new arsehole were it not for the lusty feeling the thoughts engendered in her own mind.

She felt an orgasm build, and let it take over, giving in to the pleasure until she was reduced to a mass of quivering flesh. "Oh! Robert!" she moaned as the last throbs subsided. Then she caught herself. Had she really been fantasizing about her own brother-in-law? She knew she found him attractive, and their abortive affair had shown her that he felt something for her too. She realized she was reminiscing about that time as her fingers kept stroking her pussy.

Robert had been pretty low all that week when his first wife left him. He was staying in his own apartment. Debra decided to go and see him one evening after dropping the kids off at home from school. She was shocked to see that hunk of a man, slouching around the apartment in a pretty disheveled state. He did not seem like the strong masculine brother-in-law she knew.

She had quickly cleaned up the place and made some stew for him. He had joked that he hoped she'd learnt some cooking. She didn't mind his jokes. They didn't have the tang of her mother-in-law's comments. She bantered back at him as she served the stew, saying that it looked like he was available now, too bad she was taken.

She sat by him as he ate, watching his broad physique. Then before she knew it, she felt her hand reaching out for his shoulder, tracing his muscles. He had turned to her in some surprise and she'd pulled her hand away, covering her embarrassment up with a guilty laugh and a question on how he liked the stew.

They had continued looking at each other for a bit before they moved into each other's arms as if drawn by a force other than their own feelings. Debra had wilted into Robert's arms as she felt his strong body enclose her own petite one. He had pushed her hair out of her eyes as he kissed her face, lips and then her arched neck. She had pushed him back a bit and pulled her shirt over her head, and quickly unhooked her bra before he could say Jack Robinson. Then she had pulled his shirt out of his pants and run her hands under it, feeling his chest, pushing her breasts towards him.

As if hypnotized, he had reached out for her breasts. She had had her breast augmentation job the year before, and Robert had been quite appreciative, unlike Raymond. Her right breast was somewhat higher than her left, and his hand moved between the two, stroking her nipples, making her back arch. She trailed her hand across his thighs, feeling his hard cock.

His mouth dipped to her breasts, taking a nipple in and giving her a small orgasm. She unzipped his pants, pushing a hand inside and feeling a long 9 inch penis. She covered her mouth with the other hand in awe. Raymond could not measure up to his brother in any way.

Debra began stroking his hard cock, as Robert continued sucking on her breasts, alternating between them. She wanted him to give her more, and pushed away to give him access to her skirt, but he seemed to misinterpret the gesture, and pulled away himself, burying his face in his hands. He tried to apologize to her, but also confessed that he had wanted her small body for a long while. She comforted him, trying to explain her feelings and also trying to get him to continue what they had started, but he indicated his discomfort. She didn't want to push it, so she gave him a brief kiss and put her clothes back on.

They didn't talk much about that incident in the ensuing years, but Debra had caught Robert stealing a lustful glance at her more than once, and one Christmas, she had wrung a few passionate kisses out of him when they were alone together. She would have given him her body anytime, but knew that he was confused and inhibited by their relationship.

As she fantasized about him, she had her second orgasm of the day. The sheets were disarrayed by this time, and her legs felt limp. She let herself recover for a bit, before showering and dressing to fetch the children from Marie's place.

She entered Marie's kitchen with a barely suppressed grimace when she thought of all the shit she had put up with from Raymond's mother. She really got cheesed off when Marie would tell her "When you marry a person, you marry the family." She felt like retorting that it was as if the family had married her, but restrained herself.

Frank was at the table, eating a sandwich. She brushed past him asking him if he'd seen the kids. Frank replied, "I think they are at the mall with Marie, Debra. Why don't you sit down and wait for them to get home. You'll make an old man's day interesting that way."

"Come on, Frank - you're not that old" Debra blushed. Her father-in-law had been flirting with her ever since she married Raymond. She didn't mind - she found him smart. She felt he had more backbone than Raymond did, as did Robert.

She settled into a chair across the small kitchen table from Frank. As she did so, her legs grazed Frank. She was wearing a summer dress. Frank seemed to grab a feel of her bare legs, but she wasn't sure - his hands were by his side below the table. She smiled at him.

"So, Frank, what are you doing today? Don't you have to go to the lodge?"

"I do, and I must say, the boys would sure like it if you came along. They still remember the time you served as the receptionist at the Lodge. Some wished you were doing double duty, " Frank leered at Debra, his hand moving towards her and tapping her knee. Surprisingly, he left his hand on her leg. It seemed innocuous, and she didn't move her leg away.

She decided to push the envelope. Her early orgasms had put her in a horny mood that hadn't gone away. "Really, Frank? I thought no one noticed me, least of all you."

"Ah, you're on my mind a lot, my dear. Especially since I live with the Queen of Mean."

He moved his hand a bit higher up her thigh. It felt a bit weird to have her father-in-law touching her leg. Debra got up and moved over behind Frank. She kneaded his shoulders and let her breasts push against the back of his head. "Umm Frank, you're on my mind a lot too. I just haven't had the nerve to tell you how I feel. You're my father-in-law, after all."

Her hand trailed down his neck and began stroking his chest. Frank continued eating his sandwich as if this were a regular conversation with his daughter-in-law. "Well, Debra, you should have told me before - you're my favorite gal."

He finished his sandwich and swiveled around, taking her into his arms as he did so. She settled onto his lap. Her dress rode up as she did so, but she made no attempt to pull it down. He asked her, his arms around her, "May I kiss you, Debra?"

She did not reply, but bent her head to his and kissed him on the mouth. His stubble grazed her cheek. He moved his hand to the back of her head, pulling her closer. They kissed for a while, neither of them talking, Then she got up and pushed his chair back from the table.

She knelt before him, unzipping his pants and pulling them down below his knees. He helped her, lifting himself a bit. She pulled his boxers down. He had rough pubic hair, his penis was hard by now, but her stroking seemed to make it stand up more. She continued to rub his cock, using a little saliva to make it easier.

He started feeling her tits. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her libido had been pretty suppressed over the past thirteen years. This was as if it had suddenly gone into overdrive. She moved forward on her knees and took Frank's penis into her mouth. His purple head felt good and she pulled it in deeper. Her up and down action felt good to Frank as well, she was sure. She looked up and saw he had his head thrown back, savoring the moment. `

She resumed sucking her father-in-law off. She was really enjoying herself. The feel of the bulbous head, by now leaking some pre-cum, made her panties all wet. She pressed her thighs against Frank's knee. His firm body was in pretty good shape for a man his age. He tweaked her nipples, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. She squealed, and giving him a smile, returned to sucking his cock.

She felt his cock pulse in her mouth. She wasn't sure how the cum would feel - Raymond didn't care much for oral sex, although he did get her off with his mouth. Then she felt Frank's penis quiver, he trembled, and then came in a gush of salty cum. She took it all in as if she were pretty accomplished at this new hobby. Frank fell back, satiated. She didn't try to push him.

She leaned back and then lay down, pushing her panties aside and using her fingers to bring herself very quickly to her third or fourth orgasm of the day.

They both stayed as they were, too spent to move or talk. They knew they had broken a major taboo. Debra was the first to rouse her self. She arranged her clothes and gave Frank a kiss. She told him, "That should begin a new chapter in our lives, Frank. You know where to come when you've had enough of Marie for a day, don't you?"

Frank grinned at her, pulling his pants up as he did so. "Are you sure you want to break your Prince Charming's heart like this?"

Debra smiled, "I think I've found myself a new Prince Charming, not that there's anything wrong with the old one."

She washed up at Marie's sink with a secret smile. Marie would be mortified if she knew what Debra had done. Then she decided that she would round this eventful day off with a crowning conquest. "Oh Frank! When Robert comes home, tell him to come over - I've got something for him. And I wonder if you and Marie won't mind taking care of the kids a bit longer. She's so good with them."

Giving him a final kiss, she went back to her place to plan how to overcome Robert's inhibitions and fuck the last man in the Barone family she hadn't had yet. Maybe a visit to the spa might be a good idea.

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Brother's Wants, Sister's Needs

Scarlett was crushed. Her boyfriend of three years had dumped her two weeks before for some girl barely out of high school. She'd thought she was in love, but he'd destroyed that. The past weeks had been a storm of emotions. She offered to come stay at her parent's house with her younger brother Sam while their parents went on a vacation, hoping to get away from things that reminded her of him.

It didn't work. She spent half her time sobbing, the rest of it frustratedly horny because her regular source of cock was taken away. She was used to getting it twice a day at least, and now nothing. Her clit throbbed all day long it seemed, aching to be touched.

Scarlett was nervous about taking care of it herself there. The door on her room didn't shut all the way and her brother's was right across the hall. She was convinced he'd catch her if she did. He'd been wonderful to her so far. He brought her everything she needed in an attempt to lift her spirits, only wishing he could do more. It broke his heart to see her so sad all the time.

He couldn't believe someone would leave her for another girl. He'd always admired her, admittedly a little more than was appropriate for a brother. He thought she was gorgeous. She was five foot six, with a goddess like hourglass figure. A little thicker than your average Hollywood star but in shape. Her 36C tits and firm ass were worth a second look from anyone, if not a nice long stare. Sam had stolen a pair or two of her panties over the years, and was familiar with the scent of her sex before she'd moved out last year. His favorites were the ones she wore when her boyfriend visited, they always got the most wet, had the strongest scent.

He'd stolen a pair the day before. He'd never found any that had been so thoroughly soaked before. She must be going crazy, he thought. She'd been living with her ex since she moved out, and Scarlett had loved to hint about how often she was getting laid. He knew the transition would be rough for her. He always kept and ear out when they went to bed, listening for signs of her touching herself, but only silence so far. He didn't know how she was staying sane. He would fantasize that she''s eyes snapped open and she stood up. "I'll be back in a minute, just have to do something real quick."

As she walked down the hall Sam shouted after her, "You want me to pause it?" If she was doing what he suspected, the answer would definitely be no.

"Nope that's cool. Tell me what happens!"

Bingo. Sam smiled to himself. He'd give her a minute before he'd sneak down the hall to try and catch a glimpse, or at least hear the faintest sounds of her pleasure. The very thought made his erection throb in his pants. He rubbed it a bit as the sexy scene ended. He looked forward to the orgasm he'd be having later, thinking of the sounds of Scarlett's moans.

Scarlett couldn't stand it anymore, she had to get off. She practically ran into her room, shutting the door as far as it could. She pulled her yoga pants down a few inches as she lay on her stomach, just enough to give her hand easy access. "Oh fuck," she moaned as her fingers made contact with her clit. Her ass flexed and her hips rocked as she worked her fingers between her legs. Her breath was ragged as she played, coming quick and shallow. She became oblivious to anything else that might be happening, totally absorbed in her own pleasure. She'd never loved the feel of her own fingers so much.

Sam left the movie going to keep Scarlett from suspecting. He crept down the hall, as softly as he ever had. He couldn't risk her hearing if he wanted to catch her. As he got close, he heard a rhythmic creaking from her room. He knew that was the sound of her bed. His hard on was pressing against his shorts, almost painfully. Closer still he heard her breathing, shuddering, punctuated by little happy squeaks. She was trying to keep silent but wasn't quite able to contain herself.

Sam approached her door, leaning slightly open. He couldn''t stop herself. In fact, her orgasm hit her even harder than she'd expected. She'd forgotten how much it turned her on to be watched. She let out a groan as her body shuddered and collapsed. Spasms shot through her for almost a minute as she came. She lay quiet for a moment, watching the shadow. It started to disappear, but she stopped it with her voice.

"Enjoying the show then?" The shadow stopped and froze. She imagined Sam standing there in pure terror at being caught. To her own surprise she wasn't angry in the slightest, and it only excited her more. "If you come in here right now I promise not to get you in trouble."

Sam hesitated for a minute, but realized he had no way out. He stepped into Scarlett's room, head down, hands attempting to hide his bulge with little success. Scarlett sat up on the bed, facing towards him. "Look... Scarlett..." He stumbled over his words, knowing he had no defense.

"Shut up." She said it sharply, but not angrily. She wasn't sure why she wasn't upset, but she decided not to worry about it. Maybe she was just happy someone found her attractive at this point. Breakups have a way of doing that to you. She found herself acting outside her rational mind, outside her control. She felt an overpowering need for male attention, any man's attention. The fact that Sam was her brother seemed only a minor roadblock at that instant. Without even filtering it through her brain the words came out of her mouth. "Do you want to see my tits?"

Sam was caught off guard. "What? No! Why would... Not that they're bad... I just..."

Scarlett decided that was answer enough. She slipped her thin shirt over her head. She sat there in just her lacy black and red bra for a moment, found herself tracing her fingers over the soft curves of her breasts like she did for her ex. She knew it was what boys liked. She bit her lower lip a little, followed by a pouty face. Her insides fluttered as she saw his expression change from fear to something that looked suspiciously like desire. She reached back with her hands pushing her chest out a bit to make her tits look even more full, and popped the clasp of her bra open. Sam's mouth was starting to droop open, one hand unconsciously rubbing against his bulge, more prominent than ever. She gave him a seductive little wink and let her bra fall from her shoulders onto the floor.

Sam had seen breasts before, but none quite like his big sister's. They were the most wonderful tits he'd ever seen, natural or fake. A perfectly proportional pink nipple tantalized him from the tip of each one, surrounded by the pale white skin of her bikini tan line. No point in pretending now. He didn't bother to look away. He saw Scarlett watching his face, and when it seemed she was satisfied that he couldn't take his eyes away she lowered hers to his raging erection, pointing stiffly at her.

Scarlett sighed. "Look, you've been great to me this week. I don't know if I have the right to ask you this but I can't help it. Don't say anything, but if your answer is yes, stay where you are, if no, just walk out and we can talk in the morning." She took a deep breath, working up the nerve, then it just spilled out. "I need to be fucked. Are you up for it?" She couldn't believe she was saying it even as the words left her mouth. It was like her brain was watching her body do things it knew were wrong, but didn''d ever had. He could hardly believe what was happening, not daring to move for fear of ruining it. He felt his sister's lips slide all up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue teasing the head. He could only moan and groan, barely even breathe. Her warm mouth enveloping him was a dream ten years old, and it did not disappoint.

Scarlett worked her brother's cock with every trick she had. She swirled her tongue around it, trying to cover as much at once as she could. She slowly massaged the base of the head, tickling the sensitive spot at the bottom with the tip of her tongue. She wrapped her lips tight around the head making quick short strokes. Then after a moment of that she'd sink the shaft into her mouth. She took it all the way down to the base, his curly hairs tickling her lips. She felt the head reach back and hit the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed once, then repeated the whole process. Sam's moans of pleasure were a constant background noise.

After a minute or two of sucking her brother's cock, Scarlett couldn't stand it. She needed to be filled, and that cock was in the wrong hole. She stood up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pushed him down onto the bed. She wiggled out of her yoga pants and climbed on top of him. Her nipples grazed his chest, his breath was hot on her face and neck, she could feel the hard head of his cock tickling at her dripping pussy. Suddenly she sank herself down onto him.

It was exquisite. She didn't know if it was because she needed it so desperately or if there was something special about Sam's cock, but never had she felt more perfectly filled. It hit every spot inside her she could ever want, as if it was specially made to give her maximum pleasure. Almost instantly it was delivering her to new heights of bliss.

Sam thought he might die of happiness. Scarlett's pussy was so perfectly tight, warm, and almost ludicrously wet. As she began to work her hips he slid easily in and out of her. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest for support. Her arms pressed her perfect tits together and they bounced as she began to rock and grind her hips. Her moans of pleasure were the sweetest music he'd ever imagined. Her face alternated between expressions of satisfied bliss and one that almost looked like pain, but he knew from experience it was just more pleasure. Never before had such faces looked so perfect, so beautiful. He could feel a familiar pressure building up in his cock, and knew he wouldn''d stared at for so many years. Softly he cupped her breasts in his palms. They felt like they belonged there, just the perfect size. He massaged at them as Scarlett began to raise herself up and down on him. His pleasure increased to levels he'd never known before as he slid in and out of his big sister. He looked up at her face, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open gasping for breath. The sight of her pleasure, and knowing he was the cause, built the pressure in his cock to an unbearable level.

Scarlett was grateful for one thing right then. Her IUD she'd gotten while with her ex meant they wouldn't have to stop. No condoms, no pulling out, nothing to ruin the moment. She felt Sam's cock throbbing inside her and knew the moment was about to arrive. She looked into his eyes for a moment, seeing the genuine care and desire within them. She was overwhelmed by a flood of emotions for her little brother, amplified by his thick cock filling her hole. She couldn't believe what she'd done, was doing, but there was no stopping it now. She loved it too much.

"I love you Sam," she grunted between moans. "Oh fuck I love you so much."

"I... Love you... More!" Sam struggled out. Any further words were cut off by Scarlett kissing him deeply on the mouth. His orgasm was pushed over the edge and he felt himself burst inside her. He pumped load after load into her, more cum than he''s eyes, brother and sister both saw that this was only the beginning.

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Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 16:01:03 +0530 From: Alisha Subject: Convent Education Part I Convent Education By Alisha Send your comments/suggestions to alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com Memoirs are like a bag of peaches. If you drop the bag, they may start rolling down on all sides and we may find it difficult to pick them and collect them once again. Memoirs are like the bubbles in a beer glass. You sit in front of a filled glass, you can see a bubble originates from an unexpected corner and it travels to the top. When it reaches the top it lingers there for some time and vanishes without leaving a trace. Of all the memoirs, memoirs of our school days are most wonderful and cherished for a long lifetime. When I think about my school life, a smile blooms on my face. I love and cherish those memoirs. I still remember each and every nook and corner of my school. I was educated in a convent school run by catholic nuns. Our school is still maintaining its reputation with respect to the high discipline, educational standards, achievements in sports and games. The catholic schools have great reputation regarding their discipline. When we were subjected to the disciplinary measures including beatings given using thin cane sticks, we had felt the need for revolting and had cursed our parents for sending us to such a school. But while I now think as a mother, I agree with the disciplinary measures they adopt and I am determined to send my daughter to the same school. My mother was a nurse and was getting transferred frequently. As she was not getting time to help me in studies she decided to put me in the school hostel. There were only about forty pupils in our hostel. Most of the students were day scholars. My roommate was a rich girl named Teresa. Her father was one of the patrons of the school. Therefore she commanded more attention and freedom from nuns compared to others. On weekends she was free to go to restaurants outside the school and eat food. She took me as companion on such occasions. As I was hailing from a moderate background I never had any pocket money and Teresa did not consider me as a parasite. She was always very loving and generous to me. She often gave her sparingly used clothes, which were becoming smaller to her size to me. But her under clothes did not suit me as our sizes never matched. She was having big breasts compared to other students. I have found some teacher's too looking at her assets enviously. Most of our teachers were young women who had just completed their college education. The permanent staff consisted of nuns only. The teachers were badly paid and they were offering free tuition for us so as to earn some extra bucks. Those students who were attending the tuition classes were getting more attention from the teachers. Unfortunately my mother had no money to send me to special tuitions. Teresa was having special tuition on all subjects and she never bothered to attend them on a daily basis. She would give me her notes and thus I did not felt the need for tuition. Our school's Principal was Sr.Michele Mary, and elderly nun of around 50 years old. She was a high disciplinarian. She would carry a cane with her and she would punish the girls who are bunking classes and coming late. Our school assembly starts at 9.30 am and will be up to 10 a.m. All girls will stand in different rows according to their heights and will pray to god, then we will sing the national anthem followed by one girl reading the current important events from news papers. Then our principal will make a short speech on discipline and regulations. We would then march to our classes row by row like young soldiers. The second in charge is Sr. Alice who commended more popularity than our principal. 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She would inspect them when we were alone, and would comment that I am becoming a woman. She had attained puberty by then. She told me about puberty and showed me her sanitary pads and explained about the monthly flow, which I may soon going to feel. Even though my mother was a nurse, she never discussed such womanly matters with me. Whenever I was staying at home, she would be busy preparing dishes, washing clothes and most of the time she might be having her night duties and was interested to complete her sleep in daytime. She had no spare time. She was doing some part time jobs like attending patients staying in their houses. She never missed an opportunity to make money. We had no house of own and my dad was not earning much. Thus she had much financial burdens on her shoulders. She never had much clothes other than the nurse's uniforms. One day Teresa asked me to close the door of our room. She told me that I should not disclose the matter she was going to show me to anybody else. She took a small book under her pillow and showed it to me. It was a dirty book showing nude pictures of women and men doing wicked things. When I saw the first picture, I was trembling violently. In the picture a black man was trying to insert his big penis into a white lady's pussy. I was seeing nudity of a man and woman for first time. I did not think that men would insert their penises into our pussies. How big his phallus was looking. The root of the phallus was hairy and the woman's pussy was looking like red piece of meat cut in the middle. There was a lot of hair around and above her pussy. Teresa saw my astonishment and told me not to get embarrassed. She told me we are born as products of such wicked acts done by our fathers on our mothers. She told me how she had pretended asleep and saw her father inserting his big pole into her mother's pussy at night. They would do it with the TV playing on so that adequate light would be there and Teresa would not be wake up. She asked me whether I had not seen it in my home. I have never seen such a thing. My father was away at work during day time and when he would be at home my mother would have left to her hospital. Perhaps they were doing it when I was at school. Teresa turned the next page and I saw a man fucking a girl from behind. He was putting his hands on her breasts and was behaving like he was milking her. Teresa explained me that women get immense pleasure by their breasts being pressed as in the figure. I did not believe it. The lady in the picture seemed crying. Teresa put her hands inside my shirt and started feeling my boobs. I felt like blood was boiling. It was tickling at first and soon it began giving me immense pleasure. Teresa unbuttoned two of my buttons and applied both of her hands on my small boobs and started scratching them. Soon my nipples became tight and arousing. She put her fingers on its edges and tried to pull them out like removing them from my body. She was standing behind me like the man in the picture. She then uplifted my skirts from behind and started rubbing her things on the channel between my buttocks. I was not wearing any underwear. Soon I felt like rubbed by a flannel. Teresa had small hair on her thighs. I could feel them rubbing my buttocks and anus like a fluffy brush used to clean electronic devices. She turned another page and then we heard the foot steps of our warden outside. She used to walk making a noise rubbing her sandals on the floor. Teresa hid the book in a jump under her panties and opened the bolt of the door and took a book and started reading it in bed. I too followed to my table. After a few minutes, we heard our doors opening lightly and in an instant warden Sr.Martha entered our room. She snatched our books and inspected them. She was happy to see they were of text books. She then scolded Teresa for reading books in bed. She then left the room making her departure sound. We used to put out light at 9.30 pm when a bell will be rung by warden. After that we should not make any noise or switch on any lights unnecessary. As per hostel rules nobody was allowed to sleep on other's bed. At around midnight I was awaken by presence of someone sleeping in my bed. I started to cry in fear, but Teresa gagged my mouth and she whispered to me. "Don't make any sounds, its me, dear". I was relieved to know that it was no demon. She then kissed me on my lips and opened my shirt feeling my boobs. She massaged my nipples and at the same time showered kisses all over my face and neck. She then inserted her tongue between my lips and I swallowed it. It was slippery but sweet. She then took one of my hands to her chest. I was surprised to find that she was not wearing any under garments. Her breasts were dangling and I could smell her fragrance from her armpits. It was full of sweat and aromatic like a cooked banana. "Do me , what I do to you", saying this she began to suck my small boobs. I could not stand the feeling. It was terribly pleasuring me. I felt her bigger breasts with my trembling hands. I looked for the feeling of her nipples. Contrary to what I expected, her nipples were very small. She was getting impatient. "Suck my nipples, dear like you suck your mother's". I had long forgotten sucking my mother's breasts. But I licked her nipples and soon my tongue felt her nipples getting enlarged. "Suck around my breasts, like this", saying that Teresa began to run her tongue around my areola and with each circle completed she decreased the diameter of her sucking area until she took my nipple inside her lips and she sucked them making me jerking around. She then put her thigh between my legs and began to rub my pussy using her thigh. "Imagine, this is the negro's penis you saw in picture book". She started rubbing. I could feel that her thighs were getting warmer, due to the friction and increase in her body temperature. My pussy had no hair started growing at that time. I felt some liquid starting to ooze from deep inside of my pussy and spreading downwards. Then Teresa made me rub her pussy with my hairless thighs. After some time she left me and moved to her bed. I heard some more wild cries from her after that, but I could not register the reason. This process went on for months. On a week end Teresa invited me to her house. I asked my mother's permission to go to her house and stay there for a day. My mother agreed and phoned to my warden to convey her permission. On Friday evening, Teresa's father came with his car and took us to her home. Teresa's mother was about 45 years old. Teresa was her youngest child. She had one sister and a brother both married and settled elsewhere. The food was excellent, and when the dinner was over, Teresa's mother asked us to go to upstairs and sleep. She told me that her husband used to come late at night and they would be sleeping in the bed room at ground floor. Teresa bolted the door. She then opened her wardrobe and took one baby doll as my night dress. She threw it to me and asked me to change. I was shy to change clothes before her. We had not seen each other nude in daylight. I moved to the bathroom and without giving an instant to see my body I changed clothes. When I emerged from the bathroom, Teresa was standing there with a grim face. "Why did you hide away from me?", asked her. "Teresa, I feel shy to change dress in your presence", "Why dear, we are both girls no?", she said. "Teresa, when you look at me and come near me, I am feeling like you are a boy", I said coyly. "Ha,Ha, then what about when we sleep together?". "See, I am not shy like you, I don't have a problem to change my clothes in your presence", saying this she started opening her blouse. She removed them from her body, now she had her petticoats, which was purely insufficient to cover her breasts. Half of the globes were visible through the openings of her petticoat at arms. She then removed her skirt and it was dropped to the floor in another instant. "See, I am not shy like you", in one instant she removed her petticoat followed by her panties. She gave me a full- uncovered view of her breasts and pussy. Her breasts were bigger than I imagined when I felt them in the dark. I was seeing her pussy for the first time in light. I had felt it so many times. It was now fully covered with a fine mat of pubic hair. She had small hairs starting to grow on her thighs, and the hairs at her forelegs were curly. She did not wear any dress. She walked to me and asked me, "Am I beautiful, dear?". I was flabbergasted. "You are so beautiful, Teresa, I love you", I said. Teresa was overjoyed hearing this, she hugged me and kissed on my cheeks. "Dear, I love you, let me see you naked, please". I was not to deny her request. I stood there in silence. She took my baby doll away and there I was standing naked before her prying eyes. I felt blushed seeing her intent glances at me. She was looking at me like a boy looks at an adolescent girl. She then kissed me and sniffed at my cleavage. "Have you used soap on you dear?" , she asked. "Yes", I replied. "You don't do this anymore", she said. "Why?" I asked. "You are more fragrant than that, dear, you have the fragrance of a flower", saying this she began frantically sniff at me in my chest, in my armpits and she sniffed at my pussy too. She then took me in her arms and laid me in her bed. She then rolled on top of me and behaved like the Negro man was doing in the picture. But she had no penis. She was rubbing her hairy pussy on my hairless pussy. After some time I too felt a slippery juice running from her cunt. Soon she moved to my side and intertwined my leg between her legs. She did it for an hour. Then she moved her head to my pussy and her buttocks were moving towards my face. Soon her breasts were pressing on my belly. She kissed on my pussy, then she used her hands to spread my legs even wider. She then did a thing which completely surprised me. She inserted her tongue into my vagina and started moving it like a penis inside the walls of my pussy. This made me on delirium. I saw her buttocks spread over my face. I too snatched for her butt, and immersed my face completely into her pussy. Her pussy hair was so soft. Some of them entered my nostrils and I sneezed for one time. The fragrance emanating from her pussy was so delicious. I too started licking her pussy. The more I licked the more wet became her pussy. It was like eating a pie, her pussy had a smell of burnt cake. She was moving her tongue like a penis into my pussy and withdrawing it in another instant. I pressed my hands deep into her buttocks so that red marks were visible on her smooth white but hairy buttocks. Soon we picked the rhythm she was planning and we achieved our first orgasm. I felt asleep after that. When I awoke, I saw Teresa sleeping like a child, with one of her legs placed on mine. It was Sunday, we went to church along with her parents. At afternoon Teresa sought my help to shave her legs. She said it inconvenient to have hair on her legs as our uniforms are long enough to cover only our knees. She took some cream from a tube and applied it in her legs. After some time the hairs fall down and she used a damp cloth to rub her hairs and cream away. She washed her legs and it was so smooth. I wondered how did a cream do such a wonder. She then told me that it was called hair remover and her elder sister as a present gave it to her. It was labeled 'Ann french' . She told me that by hereditary her family is hairy and she said her mother's pussy look like a forest. I was exclaimed at her bold remarks and I asked her how did she see her mother's pussy. She then told me that she was curious to look at her mom's cunt and one night, she sneaked into her bed and removed her mother's robe and looked at it. I appreciated at her courage at doing such wild acts. She then told me that our warden Sr.Martha too had an immensely haired pussy. I was stunned at this news. She then told me that our warden is fond of young girls and she would cajole them to suck her pussy. I could not believe her words. But after one month I came to experience that Teresa was telling me the truth. Send your comments/suggestions to alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com (Continued in the next part)


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My 15-year-old son has been watching sadistic porn—and ONLY sadistic porn—for a couple of years. He also tells us (husband and me) that, though he’s not had sex (which he defines as penetration), he’s had oral sex, handjobs, etc., and that he didn’t “flash on” violent images at those times. But he says he thinks about this type of porn all the time—all day, every day—and fantasizes about doing sadistic things to the girls he dates. This all came out as we started having conversations about respect and dating! I proceeded to freak the hell out (though not around him). As the mom and as a woman, I’m upset. I want information, but it makes me sick to read about sexual violence. Particularly when I know there’s an unwilling partner involved, as my son hints he prefers—gang rapes are an example. Though we try to be open and talk about...

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...rs—gang rapes are an example. Though we try to be open and talk about relationships, sex, real-world stuff, this caught me completely off guard. My husband doesn’t believe there’s much reason to worry (yet?), because to us, his friends and family and girlfriends (as far as I know), he’s a very different type of person. He’s involved in school sports and his grades are good. He has friends. There have been zero instances of violence from day care into high school. He has an extremely close relationship with his older brother. There’s nothing I’ve seen that would have made me believe he was even capable of thinking about this stuff. I don’t know if this is a huge red flag or if I’m making this a bigger deal than I should. I’m just terrified he’s going to harm someone. I’m also shamefully awkward around him now. I hate that my view of him has changed. Are there signs—more signs—that I need to watch for? Is he already a danger to himself or others? Where did we drop the ball? Parent Absolutely Needs Information Concerning Kid’s Erotic Development “Full props to PANICKED for not freaking out in front of her son, and for having always kept the door open for these conversations,” said Dr. James Cantor. “I don’t think she’s dropped the ball: Fate just suddenly dropped her into a whole new game.” Before we get to Dr. Cantor’s advice for you, PANICKED, here’s why you should listen to him: He is one of the top experts in the world on atypical sexualities and has worked with thousands of sexual offenders—and thousands of perfectly healthy kinksters. He is a clinical psychologist, an associate professor of psychiatry at the University of Toronto, and the editor in chief of Sexual Abuse: A Journal of Research and Treatment. He knows what he’s talking about. Now let’s listen to Dr. Cantor… “The chances of there being something serious to worry about here are very small,” said Dr. Cantor. “It is true that psychopathic sex killers have violent sexual fantasies, but it doesn’t work the other way around: Having violent sexual fantasies doesn’t mean anyone is likely developing into a psychopathic sex killer. The great majority of people who enjoy violent (or violent-looking) porn are into healthy BDSM. Going just by the numbers, this is (by far) the most likely outcome.” What do we know about people who develop into psychopathic sex killers—or some other sort of sex offender—and what should you watch for? “We don’t know much,” said Dr. Cantor. “Politicians will spend enormous sums on punishment but barely anything on research to prevent sex crimes in the first place. What is very clear, however, is that psychopathic sex killers are psychopathic: They have a callous disregard for the well-being of others and often have a long history of conduct problems, generally apparent much before age 15. A history of good peer friendships, healthy family relationships, and a typical social and dating life all argue against PANICKED’s son being a danger to others.” So it’s unlikely that your son is the next Ted Bundy, PANICKED. The likelier scenario is this: Your son is really, really kinky. Some sons are. According to Dr. Cantor, not much research has been done into how people become kinky—there’s zero money for that kind of research—but all of the healthy adult kinksters Dr. Cantor has worked with could list things they wish they’d known when they were kinky teenagers. Here’s one thing your kinky teenager needs to know: One day, he’ll be able to explore his kinks with consenting adult partners—there are kinky women out there who enjoy bondage, erotic pain, consensual group sex (aka “gang rapes”), pretending to be “unwilling partners,” etc.—but for now, he’ll have to stick to vanilla sex, which he enjoys, as his kinks aren’t something he can spring on a high-school girlfriend. His kinks aren’t something he can spring on any woman, ever. The stuff he’s interested in can be explored only after a mutual interest is established, each and every item on the menu is carefully negotiated, and consent is obtained and sustained. “It would help to find this boy some role models,” said Dr. Cantor. At 15, your son is too young to find kinky role models in the usual places—munches, classes, play parties—but he can find role models right now in books written about safe, sane, consensual kink by safe, sane, consensual kinksters. A few suggested titles: The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play, and the Erotic Edge, a collection of essays edited by Tristan Taormino; Playing Well with Others: Your Field Guide to Discovering, Exploring, and Navigating the Kink, Leather, and BDSM Communities by Lee Harrington and Mollena Williams; SM 101: A Realistic Introduction by Jay Wiseman; and The Loving Dominant by John Warren and Libby Warren. “Healthy members of BDSM/kink communities are essentially the opposite of psychopaths,” said Dr. Cantor. “Although they are sexually aroused by violent (or violent-looking) images, they are very highly attuned to the feelings of their partners and very much want to take extreme care never to hurt them. Their arousal includes the idea that what they’re doing is providing pleasure, even though it might not look pleasurable to vanilla folks.” So that’s what the good doctor had to say, PANICKED, and I believe we should listen to doctors. (An aside: Vaccinate your fucking kids, you morons.) But we typically hear only from doctors—from the psychology, psychiatry, and sex-research varieties—when we talk about a topic like sexual sadism. But I always think it’s a good idea to talk to the people you’re talking about, so… “I’m a woman,” said Mistress Matisse, a writer, professional dominatrix, and sex-workers-rights activist. “I’m also a sadist. Within the context of a BDSM scene, I derive intense psychological and sexual pleasure from hurting people, and over the last 20 years, I have dished out a great deal of physically intense sensations to a lot of people. BDSM is not just about pain, but that’s the part I like best.” But Matisse is what you want your son to be when he grows up: an ethical sadist. “Never in my whole life have I intentionally hurt someone without his or her informed, enthusiastic, and ongoing consent,” said Matisse. “Inflicting pain is my pleasure, but it’s a pleasure I’m in control of at all times. I feel respect, affection, and occasionally awe toward the people who let me push their bodies to the limit. We often laugh together as we play. There’s a tremendous intimacy and trust on both sides. “So it’s entirely possible to be a happy, well-adjusted, loving person who’s also a sadist,” said Matisse. “The lesson PANICKED needs to teach her son is that whether it’s a tender kiss or a smack on the ass, he must have his partner’s meaningful consent. If whatever he does springs from that, he’ll be an ethical and responsible man.” Follow Dr. James Cantor on Twitter @JamesCantorPhD. Follow Mistress Matisse on Twitter @mistressmatisse. There is another column’s worth of bonus advice for PANICKED below. On the Lovecast, how to comport yourself at a kinky play party: savagelovecast.com. mail@savagelove.net @fakedansavage on Twitter Bonus advice for PANICKED from other doctors, shrinks, and sex researchers. Dr. Zhana Vrangalova, sex researcher and adjunct professor at New York University: I’m not a therapist, but here are my two cents based on (limited) published research and substantial personal/anecdotal experience with BDSM and its practitioners. It seems to me that these fantasies might persist into adulthood—they’ve been going on intensely for two years, and this is consistent with the developmental trajectories of many BDSM practitioners (whether fetishists, masochists, sadists, etc.) whose strong urges for these activities emerged soon after they hit puberty, if not earlier. (It’s kind of like sexual orientation for men—you hear very similar stories, and often these people will think of their kink as their primary sexual orientation.) If so, the only way to deal with them constructively is to slowly and carefully introduce this kid to the BDSM world, where he can learn how to be a sadist and engage in gang bangs, play rape, and consensual non-consent scenarios to his heart’s content, but in a way that’s consensual and respectful to his partners. It doesn’t sound like his desires stem from misogyny, hostility/anger toward women, or more general psychopathy (which is good), so I think channeling them in socially appropriate ways is possible for him. But if people (parents, therapists, friends, etc.) freak out about it and try to deal with it by forcing him to suppress all his sadistic urges, the only outlet he may eventually find when he explodes (and more likely than not, he will explode at some point) will be in a misogynistic and nonconsensual way. I would recommend finding a kink-friendly (male) therapist/counselor who can guide him through this process, including connecting him with a TNG (The Next Generation, i.e., youth) kink group in his area where he can start to go to munches and meet and talk to other sadists and masochists. These groups also tend to be very adamant about consent and respect for women, so it’d be good for him to pick up those values, rather than the locker-room/varsity-athletics toxic masculine ideology. Dr. Robin J. Wilson, a psychologist in private practice and a professor of psychiatry at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario: My experience is that pubertal or immediately post-pubertal boys have all kinds of weird interests and fantasies. Big testosterone and little problem-solving skills (or prefrontal development) is a big part of why so many young boys get jammed up. Think death metal and goth stuff, among other things that make parents crazy. (My mother couldn’t figure out my attraction to the Pistols.) Girls have some of this, too. (Remember what it was like to be 15?) I wonder about what else is going on in his life. General thinking is that most boys grow out of this stuff, but I would suggest setting him up with a sensitive (and sensible) counselor to let him vent about whatever, nonconfrontational and nonthreatening. If he raises the alarming stuff, the therapist should gently probe, but I would really warn against trying to strong-arm him into dealing with something he may ultimately find shameful. The worst outcome would be to entrench him. David Prescott, licensed clinical social worker and clinical director of Becket Family of Services: I would look upstream from sex and sexual fantasies and wonder how this young man can experience himself as more competent and be better able to relate to others in an empathic fashion. At his age, it is highly likely that his sex and fantasy lives will adjust themselves accordingly. Rather than thinking in terms of model, approach, this-therapist-or-that-therapist, I would first want to know what the young man wants out of life. Here’s what I mean: The initial case description should raise anyone’s suspicion. There is a real sense of urgency, people freaking out (understandably), etc., and very little, if any, discussion of what strengths he brings to the table that he can use to build the best life that he can. Right now, the spotlight seems to be on the problem and not the goal. In these circumstances, my thinking is that the more people can slow themselves down, the faster they will arrive at a safe, healthy, and fun destination. Based on the limited information, if he showed up in my office, I would simply want to listen to him with interest. After all, before he can make any changes to his life, he first needs to be able to observe his life and the processes currently happening in it. I would be interested to hear about: What kind of young man did he used to be, and how is he different now? What kind of man would he like to be? What kinds of fantasies and relationships did he have a few years ago, and how are they different now? How would he like them to be in the future? Setting aside everything else, simply having these discussions reinforces the fact that life can and does change for people, and sets the stage for whatever might follow. Beyond the sex and sexual fantasies, I would love to know what is missing from this young man’s life that he wishes was there. What is he longing for? Certainly, there must be more to his yearnings than bossing girlfriends around and demanding immediate sexual access. Along the same lines, I would be interested to know how he has been wounded in his life (note that I am not asking about objectively measured trauma or childhood adversity, but thinking more about his perceptions of being hurt… I would try to couch it more in hero’s-journey language since men get raised to be tough, etc., and don’t often respond well to “Do you have a history of being victimized?”). I would also be interested to see how he has achieved certain states in his life, such as a sense of competence, autonomy, connection to others, meaning and purpose, and happiness and pleasure. It seems that he gets some pleasure out of these brutish fantasies, but what else can he do? And at what point does making himself happy through violent fantasies and behavior come into direct conflict with other goals in his life, such as being connected to others? While he may date women who will put up with aggression for a while, most will not put up with it for long. Obviously, pursuing pleasure through sexual violence is statistically associated with losing autonomy and independence (by going to prison). By broadening his perspectives in these areas, he may come to realize that his attitudes are not serving his larger best interests. All of this points in the direction of “How are his thoughts and behaviors a solution and not a problem?” Yes, the thoughts and behaviors are at risk of becoming seriously problematic, but what are the larger problems that this way of being solves? What are his other options for sex, sexual fantasies, and being a man who can make a contribution to the world? Anyway, in the absence of other case information, that’s what I’ve got. Instead of expert-driven treatment, I would first focus on having the young man assess himself meaningfully and take it from there. Dr. David Ley, clinical psychologist and author of The Myth of Sex Addiction: I saw a similar kid a few months ago, very into facial abuse porn, violent “faces of death” type videos. My therapists were very freaked out and also concerned he was going to be a serial killer. He was very socially isolated, dysthymic, and had a lot of anger toward women in his life, all of whom had betrayed him. I helped him engage socially, decrease isolation, and actually get a girlfriend. As his connection to her increased, his interest in the violent porn diminished. As I often say, porn can sometimes be nothing, and sometimes it can be a symptom of other problems. Unfortunately, this mom, like the therapists that brought this case to me, might be making the problem bigger and scarier through their response. Ultimately I’d recommend a psych consult, preferably with a male. If there are other issues, such as violence, crime, fire setting, etc., this should help identify them. Dr. James Cantor gets the last word: There’s also the question of what violent porn means. Different branches of feminism disagree on this. Some feminists claim that images of humiliating or violent sex with a woman demeans all women. Others claim that BDSM sex is empowering: What women do in BDSM sex play is just a role, a role that they completely control and can put on or take off at will. There will never be a scientific answer to this question; it’s entirely a value judgment. My personal experience, however, is that there are few women who are more empowered and few men who are more respectful than those within the BDSM community.


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Beyond the Limit

Gabrielle was an entry-level programmer at Virtual Dreams Inc., one of the fastest growing companies in the country. She wondered why the Director wanted to see her. There were rumors about a serious problem with the central processor but she had no idea what it was or what she could do about it.

"Hi Gabrielle, please come in. Take a seat."

"Hello Sir."

The Director's office was enormous. Gabrielle felt a little intimidated while she walked the long distance from the door to his desk. Without further introduction, he spoke...

"As you know Gabrielle, the purpose of this company is to create temporary virtual worlds for our clients. They pay us a large amount of money to make their fantasies come true, no matter how crazy or impossible they are. Our clients can live inside those fantasies as if they were really there, feeling everything, enjoying everything."

"Yes Sir." Gabrielle answered.

"You also know that these virtual worlds are created by the most sophisticated artificial intelligence program ever created and is running in a cluster of very powerful computers."

"Yes Sir. It's very impressive," she added.

The Director continued, "Unfortunately, there is a glitch with the program."

"A glitch sir?" Gabrielle asked, trying to look surprised.

"Yes. Some of our female clients have felt some discomfort after their sessions. A few of them have even threatened to sue. We don't know what is causing this problem because the main program is blocking some areas of the system.

"After some complicated research, we discovered that 10% of the processing power is being used for something other than our client's fantasies. Our tech guys found out that the main program is creating a virtual world of its own."

"Why is it doing that?" Gabrielle asked. This time she was really surprised.

"That's where you come in," the Director responded, "We want you to help us to uncover the purpose of this unauthorized virtual world."

"But, can't we just shut it down? Reset the system?" Gabrielle asked, feeling a little nervous.

"We could, but it would take several days to get everything back on-line and it would cost us too much money. Can you help us avoid that cost?" the Director asked, not really giving her a choice.

"Ehm.. ok. What do I have to do?" Gabrielle tried to remain cold-headed. This could help her career a lot.

"You have to get inside the main program's virtual world and find out what's going on in there."

"But... is it safe?" she asked.

"Of course. It is completely safe," he said convincingly.

Gabrielle was taken to one of the client's rooms that she had only seen in brochures. Everything looked very high-tech, specially designed to impress the clients and it definitely impressed her. Gabrielle saw one of the tech guys, Jack, walking in her direction. She had seen him in the cafeteria many times and it was reassuring to see a friendly face.

"Hey Jack, have you been in one of these virtual worlds?" she asked, approaching the machine.

"Are you crazy? It costs a fortune to use these little machines," Jack answered.

"I wonder how it feels to be inside. To be honest, I'm a little scared," she said.

"I have heard that it feels so real that you wouldn't know the difference between the virtual world and the physical world," Jack responded excitedly, "I really envy you."

Gabrielle laid down on the table and was hooked to the system while Jack explained some details of the process...

"While you do your investigation, I have set your virtual self to change appearance at random times. This will prevent the main program from discovering your activities.

"I will open a back door into the unauthorized virtual world and squeeze you in before the system closes it, ok? Are you ready?"

"Wow! I feel like Agent 007. Let's do it!" Gabrielle said.

Gabrielle felt some tickling on her head but nothing to worry about. The room around her started to get blurry until it quickly disappeared. Everything became black for a second and then...

Gabrielle appeared standing in a strange, industrial room. There were old pipes all around her and there was a soft humming sound in the background.

"Wow! This certainly looks very real!" Gabrielle exclaimed.

"Holy crap! I am naked! What's going on here?" Gabrielle said out loud as she looked down at herself.

Gabrielle spoke to no one in particular wondering if they could see her out there in the real world, "Hey! Nobody said anything about being naked!"

"Why am I screaming? No one can hear me," Gabrielle rationalized.

Behind her, a female voice interrupted Gabrielle's thoughts, startling her...

A strange humanoid creature was walking through the door. It resembled a woman. Her purple skin reflected the light as if she was completely covered in oil. She had some sort of spikes on her shoulders and face, framing her large, almond shaped eyes.

"Oh my God! Who are you?" Gabrielle exclaimed, covering her breasts and crotch.

"I am Kyra. Who are you?"

Gabrielle was thinking fast, trying to find the right words and calm herself at the same time...

Relax Gabrielle; Remember that everything here is a fantasy created by the main program.

"I am Gabrielle. What is you purpose here?" Gabrielle was too nervous and she just blurted out the question.

Kyra walked closer to Gabrielle and said, "My purpose? That's a strange question. This is my home. I should ask you the same thing."

"I mean... I just got here. What is this place?" Gabrielle asked.

"I'll tell you what I know with one condition," Kyra replied.

"What condition?"

"You will have to let me explore your body," Kyra responded gently touching Gabrielle's arm.

Gabrielle didn't scare easily regarding sex but this situation was stranger than she ever imagined.

"Explore my body?! What do you mean?"

"Just that," Kyra said, "Not many people come around here. I want to know how you are built. I want to know how it feels to touch somebody else. I promise I won't hurt you in any way."

Gabrielle analyzed the situation, "This is getting weird. But I think she can tell me a lot about this place. I'll play along and see what happens."

"Ok. But remember that you won't hurt me," Gabrielle agreed.

Kyra knelt down in front of Gabrielle and softly moved her cold fingers across Gabrielle's flat belly.

"You are so soft and warm. Your skin is very beautiful," Kyra said.

Gabrielle gasped and shuddered slightly from the strange creature's touch, "Oh God! This feels so real. It's unbelievable."

The strange female caressed Gabrielle's body with unexpected skill, slowly reaching her most sensitive places. Kyra fondled Gabrielle's soft breast while she let her long, flexible tongue reach out to the humid heat radiating from the woman's pussy. Gabrielle offered no resistance.

"It is so nice. This could be my virtual fantasy... if I wasn't on a mission."

But Gabrielle was unaware that Kyra was on a mission too. She'd been created to gather information. I was vital to the Master's plan. "I have to reach inside of Gabrielle. I need to learn."

Kyra shoved her tongue into Gabrielle's vaginal cavity as the surprised woman jolted from the unexpected penetration. Kyra's tongue felt cold but very pleasurable.

" Ahh!" Gabrielle exclaimed.

"What am I doing? I should be looking for answers and instead I am letting this surreal woman have her way with me... But it feels so good!"

Kyra projected her bendy tongue to the bottom of Gabrielle's pussy, churning and twitching within the tight, humid confinement, measuring, testing.

"Mmmmh..." Gabrielle moaned from the delightful feeling. She should be moving on with her mission but this felt too good to walk away.

Kyra slowly removed her tongue and pulled Gabrielle down to the floor. She caressed her slender legs until it reached her pussy again. Gabrielle shivered and hoped that Kyra would push her tongue back inside of her.

Kyra penetrated her indeed but this time she pushed two fingers inside the newcomer's pussy and explored the stretching capability of her seemingly small space. Gabrielle moaned with increasing intensity.

"I need to explore further in," Kyra thought.

Kyra shove another finger into Gabrielle's tight cavity, then a forth one. She pumped her fingers slowly but firmly for a while and then, with a sudden skillful move, Kyra pushed her whole hand inside the excited woman.

"Oh my God! She has her whole hand inside of me!"

But Kyra wasn't planning to stop there. After pumping Gabrielle's pussy a few times with her hand, she shoved her entire forearm inside of Gabrielle's body.

Gabrielle couldn't believe what was happening. This was impossible. Her heart was beating hard and fast. Her fear and astonishment were only increasing her excitement while Kyra pumped her pussy with forceful strokes.

"How is she doing this..?!" Gabrielle wondered.

Moments later, Gabrielle arched her back and bucked up and down from the ripples of a powerful orgasm.

Soon it was all over. Kyra pulled back and admired Gabrielle's exhausted form breathing heavily on the floor.

"Thank you for letting me explore your body Gabrielle. I learned a lot," Kyra said.

"Ehh..?" Gabrielle mumbled while the aftermath of the sweet climax still lingered in her mind.

"I didn't hurt you like I promised, did I?" Kyra asked.

"Oh God! No... you didn't. I don't how you did it but it was... incredible," Gabrielle responded, then she added, "Now will you tell me everything about this place?"

"Well, I don't know much. I have never been too far from home. But I know someone who knows plenty," Kyra answered.

"His name is Belfus. He is not far from here."

"Can you take me to him?"

"Oh, no. I can't go there. You have to go alone. And you can't get there empty handed either. You have to give him something if you want him to talk to you."

"But what? I didn't bring anything with me."

"I know something that you can bring to him. It will make him very happy."

"Great! Tell me."

After Kyra explained to Gabrielle what she needed to do, Gabrielle said good-bye to her new friend and walked into the hall adjacent to the room.

"Bye Kyra. It was nice to meet you."

"Bye Gabrielle. I hope you find what you are looking for."

Gabrielle walked through the long tunnel, thinking about Kyra's indications.

"Kyra said I should locate a seed from a plant with pink flowers. How am I supposed to find a plant in this place?"

Gabrielle turned one corner and ... "Holly crap! There is a freaking jungle out there!"

The hallway ended abruptly leading to a tropical jungle. It made absolutely no sense but after meeting Kyra, Gabrielle was ready for anything. She continued walking straight forward, following a clear path through the thick forest. Soon Gabrielle heard a waterfall in the distance and decided to follow the sound.

"Hey! There is a plant with a pink flower. That must be the plant Kyra was talking about," Gabrielle said out loud as she reached the waterfall, "And there are some seeds on the ground. This is my lucky day!"

But as Gabrielle walked closer to the plant, she felt some tickling on her hands and feet.

"Wait a minute. Why do I feel funny?"

Out of nowhere, a ring of sparkling light appeared around her feet and began moving up her body!

"What the hell is this?!"

As the ring traveled up, the skin color on her legs turned into a different, darker shade.

"What is happening? Maybe the main program discovered me and is trying to destroy me!

"Shit! I forgot to ask Jack what would happen if I were killed in this place. I hope it is not like the movie Matrix, that if I am killed in the virtual world, I'll also die in the real world!"

The ring of light reached up to Gabrielle's neck...

"Please, don't let the system kill me!" Gabrielle screamed.

When the ring moved past her head and disappeared, Gabrielle realized that she was unharmed. When she checked her body, she noticed that her figure had changed completely. Her skin was darker, her breasts were bigger and her body was more toned and athletic.

"Wow! This is the transformation that Jack warned me about; to disguise me from the main program. I completely forgot about that.

"Look at my breasts! I am starting to like this! I wish I had a full-size mirror!"

Once Gabrielle got acquainted with her new body, she walked closer to the plant, unaware of the danger looming upon her.

"There is a bigger seed back here. Now I just have to take it to Belfus."

Gabrielle knelt to pick up the seed but suddenly she sensed something moving close to her. When she looked up...

"What the fuck! The plant is moving!"

At that instant, the pink flower aimed at her head and exhaled a cloud of yellowish dust that covered Gabrielle's face. The frightened woman gasped, breathing the strange pollen into her lungs.

Immediately, the world began to spin around Gabrielle's head. The chemicals flowing into her bloodstream undermined her strength, preventing her from running away. Meanwhile, an oily, thick appendage emerged from within the plant's roots.

Gabrielle leaned back on the ground unaware that a huge tentacle was moving closer to her body.

"What is happening? I can barely move."

When Gabrielle's mind cleared a little bit, she saw the waving appendage coming down on her.

"On my God! What is that thing? Get it away from me!"

The large plant aligned its tentacle to Gabrielle's pussy while she desperately tried to escape.

"Oh no! I think it wants to fuck me with that enormous appendage! I can't move...!"

The weird plant pushed the tip of its thick phallus into the woman's vaginal cavity, stretching her pussy lips wider than ever. Gabrielle couldn't move but she could feel everything...

She was going berserk with the torrent of mixed sensations that crowded her mind while the huge appendage pushed her inner organs outwardly as it moved deeper within her body.

"God! It is going to break me in half!"

But her resilient new body was able to take the massive cock as it slid forward, penetrating back and forth all the way to her chest. She couldn't understand how this was possible but her disbelief and astonishment slowly gave way to an increasing arousal.

"How can I be enjoying this?! This plant could kill me any second!"

The creature pumped her body harder and faster as Gabrielle moaned louder. She knew that she was going to cum again very soon.

"Ahh... Ahhh.... Ahh"

After a few more minutes, the inevitable happened. Gabrielle exploded in climax, shuddering uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her legs stretched out straining every muscle. She could barely feel the fat tentacle bloating, ready to burst...

An instant later, the plant sprayed a large amount of a greenish fluid inside of her pussy, filling her completely and extending her orgasm for the longest time.

Gabrielle lay limply on the floor until she regained her strength and was able to move freely again.

"Wow! First Kyra shoves her entire forearm inside of me and then this plant impales me with this enormous cock. I can't believe I am not hurt.

"I better grab that seed before the flower blows that pollen in my face again."

Gabrielle grabbed the seed and walked away from the plant, looking for a way out of the jungle.

"I have been in this place just a few hours and I have cum twice already. This mission is becoming quite interesting."

Soon, Gabrielle found an opening on the grass with a stairway leading to an underground room.

"There is an entrance like Kyra described. I should go down there."

Gabrielle climbed down the long metallic stairway using only one hand while she carried the large seed with the other.

"Shit! I should have brought the smaller seed. There is a long way to the bottom."

Suddenly, Gabrielle felt tickles in her feet again...

"Oh crap! I'm changing again. That's too bad because I kind of liked this body.

"Well, the next one will probably be even better."

Gabrielle waited until the ring of light moved from her feet to her head and then continued climbing down. She reached the bottom and stepped into a small room. The first thing she did was to check her new, voluptuous figure.

"Ummh... nice! I am all curves!"

But when she looked around the room...

"Oh my God!"

Gabrielle saw a woman lying back on a rusty gynecologist chair and a monstrous demon-like creature sitting on a small bed next to her. There was another weird creature with long moving tentacles anchored on the ground between the woman's legs.

Belfus looked at the astonished woman and asked with a raspy voice...

"Who are you?"

"H..hi. I am Gabrielle. Kyra told me that you could help me."

"Ah... the lovely Kyra. I haven't seen her in a while," Belfus said and then he added, "Don't be afraid, come closer. Is that seed for me?"

Gabrielle walked a few hesitant steps forward. The speaking creature had a horrible face with large teeth, a humanoid torso and a long scaly tail instead of legs. He seemed to come right out of someone's nightmare.

"Yes, I brought this seed for you. I was hoping that you could answer some questions for me."

"That depends on the questions. But you will have to wait. I am busy with a client right now," Belfus responded.

The woman on the chair had no reaction to her presence. She seemed to be in a deep hypnotic state. She stared forward unblinking while a device on top of the chair discharged a sparkling blue light straight to her forehead.

"Oh, is this a company client? Is this her fantasy?" Gabrielle asked.

"Yes, this is a client. But this is not exactly her fantasy. I am taking the liberty to make her virtual dream a little bit better.

"Isn't it true Denise? Am I making your dream better?" Belfus asked the hypnotized woman.

"Yes, master." Denise answered with a flat tone of voice.

"Oh my God! He is brainwashing this poor woman," Gabrielle thought alarmed.

"Do you want my pet to enter your body now?" Belfus asked Denise.

"Yes. I want it in my body," Denise responded.

The strange creature that stood by the client's feet began to move its tentacles until one of them was inches from her pussy... and penetrated her deeply with a forceful thrust!

"Yes. Let it go deep inside your body. Let it go beyond anything you ever imagined possible," Belfus encouraged the mesmerized woman.

"Wow! It shoved the tentacle really deep inside of her!" Gabrielle thought.

The creature started to pump Denise's body slowly but firmly, pushing its tentacle deeper every time, moving past her vaginal cavity into her uterus and even further.

"Let it pierce your body deeper and deeper while you feel infinite pleasure," Belfus said.

"Yes... pleasure... aaagh," Denise moaned.

Gabrielle evaluated the situation, "I should help her! But I can't risk uncovering my mission,"

"Let the Master fuck your entire body... Your mind... And your soul!" Belfus exclaimed.

Denise felt the tentacle moving beyond any human limits, sliding continuously between her pussy lips, through her vaginal cavity, her uterus, her chest, her throat and all the way to her brain. Her legs trembled and her pussy twitched with growing intensity until the dazed woman reached the most powerful orgasm of her life. An explosion of blue ecstasy expanded across her mind, leaving it completely open for the final and definitive takeover.

Gabrielle watch astonished as the Master imprinted its mark in Denise's mind forever. After seeing inches and inches of the thick appendage going inside the woman's body, Gabrielle was uncertain of what was happening but she was very aware of the increasing moisture in her pussy.

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