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The Fountain of Youth

(AFP) Paris, May 14, 2021.

A new study released today reveals that male semen may significantly defer menopause if absorbed orally at least once a day over a period of years. It may also significantly slow the aging process in women between 25 and 60, although it does not appear to prevent menopause, or lengthen life spans overall.

The effect was discovered accidentally when a researcher into sexual practices in France noticed an anomaly in the data: a very small number of participants did not begin to undergo menopause until their mid 60s, considerably later than the median.

Correlating this with other data in the survey revealed that all these women practiced oral sex on their partners frequently, and swallowed the semen as a matter of preference. Researchers say that semen, if absorbed quickly, appears to interact with female hormones to produce the slowdown in the female aging process.

It is not yet known what effects additional amounts might have. Asked why wasn't this discovered a long time ago, lead researcher Eva Dornee said "No one did clinical studies. The effect is apparent only if the semen is absorbed daily for many years. This would have been extremely rare, and if it happened, no one connected it with delay of menopause." Further studies are planned.

(AP) Los Angeles, October 5, 2042.

Results of a long term study involving over 1000 females aged 25-70 confirmed a pioneer study conducted in the '20s which indicated that daily oral absorption of semen slows the aging process in middle-aged women, delaying the onset of menopause 10 years or more.

As a result of the earlier study, thousands of women volunteered to be included in the new research. It not only confirmed the earlier results, but revealed that as yet unknown catalysts in semen, if immediately ingested orally, interacts with female hormones to delay many of the physical aspects of aging. Volunteers remained slimmer, retained their figures, and showed little aging in facial and muscle tone well into their late 40s.

"They generally looked at least a decade younger than their peers," said researcher Angela Jennings. According to the new study results, women under 25 derived slight benefit, owing to their high hormone levels. Although semen taken over many years delayed menopause for approximately a decade, it appeared to have no benefit afterwards.

A still mysterious aspect is that semen only works when absorbed in the mouth, at least once a day. "We do not know the optimum amount, just the minimum. Attempts to save semen for later use all failed, as the active catalysts degrades rapidly. The potency disappears in a few seconds, so if it is administered other than directly by ejaculation, there is no benefit," said Ms. Jennings.

In addition to slowing aging, semen appeared to yield significant health benefits, including reduced rates of systemic disease as well as a notable increase in sex drive. Major pharmaceutical companies are looking into identifying the active ingredient to see whether it can be incorporated in a new drug.

Las Vegas, July 15, 2054

Spencer Robinson entered the Silver Roxy Club about 8:00 PM, conscious of the sexily clad women hanging about the well-stocked bar. He knew what they were looking for and was ready to provide it. There were no other males in the room. The women looked at him eagerly, one busty blonde with a big wedding ring pulling her dress up to display a black stocking clad white thigh and a glimpse of pussy, another brunette tugging at her low neckline to display her ample boobs.

Spencer approached the blonde, appreciative that she had welcomed a black man like himself.

"Hi," she smiled. "I'm awfully hungry this evening. Perhaps you can help me?"

"I think so," he replied. "I can give you what you want."

She walked over to a doorway covered by a thin red curtain. He followed her into a medium size room, with dim lighting and several low, comfortable looking couches around the walls. Two couples half undressed were in the room. One of them was engaged in a strenuous fuck, the large beefy looking man shoving his engorged prick into his pretty companion's juicy cunt, her legs wrapped around him.

The other rather petite woman, stripped to her lingerie, was seated on a couch, vigorously licking an older man's erect penis as he leaned back in obvious pleasure.

The blonde led Spencer to another couch and sat down. "You can fuck me if you want," she said. Spencer knew the protocol: the lady decided if fucking was included and the man was always to finish in her mouth.

"Yes, I would like that," he said, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his stiffening black cock. She pulled up her short red dress, exposing a panty-less crotch and nicely trimmed cunt ready to receive him. She bent back on the couch, holding her legs in the air. Spencer eased in his fat penis, feeling her wetness.

She grunted and then pulled him to her, encasing his whole cock in her slippery sheath. He began to fuck her slowly, enjoying the sensation of a new cunt.

Her wedding ring glistened on her left hand. Spencer had seen a lot of these. The married women wanted their daily dose to keep their youthful glow and Spencer was happy to oblige. Some men were doing it for money, in some cases a lot of money. Spencer had not gone this route. He wanted to pick his sexual partners and he liked the idea of giving the lady what she wanted. The blonde began to groan with pleasure. He increased the pace, feeling that he could bring her off without much trouble.

A few minutes later he felt her body shudder with her climax. She gripped him hard so he nearly came himself. He pulled his cock out of her wet pussy and put it to her mouth. He felt her tongue on his full erection along with expert sucking as she tickled his balls. He took his time, letting her pleasure him.

Spencer appreciated the expertise of her technique, an expertise he found widespread among women of a certain age. After about 20 minutes of the most delicious tongue teasing he pulled her head a bit toward him and unleashed his load of hot sperm. She ate it eagerly, sucking him dry before pulling away.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"You're welcome," he smiled back.

Rockford Illinois, May 2, 2072

Nina called the familiar number on her phone, as was happening more often in the summer afternoons. She tried to keep her evenings free for her husband and sons, though they did not mind when she had "visitors" in the evenings if need be.

"I need a man to come by my house around 4:30pm if possible. Do you have anyone free?" She waited a bit for the answer.

"You're in luck. We have very good young man available. He's 19 years old and gives complete satisfaction. $150 and no tipping expected."

"That will be fine," said Nina, relieved that she had found another source for the day. Often she could count on her friends in the neighborhood to send around their sons home from college for the summer. She returned the favor, sending her college age sons to her friends. This morning her friend Colleen had sent her boy Ned over, her first time with him.

Ned was just 18, having just finished his freshman year. He was easy to please, and she did her best, hoping he would become a regular, at least on his visits home.

She had dressed in her best "elegant slut" outfit, popular and very fashionable with middle-aged women in public. It emphasized her ample bust and bottom, with a very tight fitting mini skirt, long black stockings and garter belt, platform 6" pink heels and her must alluring perfume. At 51, Nina looked at least 15 years younger, with a youthful face and round, flattering figure. She had gone to great lengths to maximize her daily Semen intake, nearly always managing to get two loads a day.

If it was to be just one, she made sure it was from a big cummer, like Norm Benson, a 72-year old widower who lived down the street. Norm could only do it once a week, and Nina devoted a full two hours to her visits to his small, neat house on Thursdays. He required a lot of teasing, but, like many older men, once fully aroused he produced a huge load.

Nina teased him with the sexy lingerie, leather boots, and striptease shows he enjoyed, giving him hours of the cocksucking he loved. In return she always got a huge mouthful of fresh cum.

She had employed some of the same treatment on young Ned. Not that he needed it, but because she hoped he might favor her through the summer with frequent visits. She knew most of the other women in her neighborhood employed similar enticements. Her specialty was to be extra raunchy with the young men. A half an hour of this and they usually needed to cum.

That morning she had employed her sexiest striptease moves, shaking her buns in front of Ned's nose, punctuated by playing with his good sized prick. She tickled his balls and flicked his hard penis with her tongue for a good lone time. Then she masturbated him a few minutes until he spurted his hot cum into her mouth. She gripped his cock tightly in her lips to prevent any deadly oxygen from ruining the precious seminal enzymes that would work their magic.

Next time she would fuck him, if he wanted it.

Her husband Tom was a tremendous help. He was able cum five times a week, sometimes more when particularly aroused. Like many modern wives, Nina found it helpful to arrange swap parties and orgies to stimulate and excite her husband. She kept up with the advice columns on how to sexually titillate middle-aged men. Still, she was worried about the future. Demand for fresh semen was increasing rapidly and far exceeded the available supply.

More and more women were compelled to pay male prostitutes, or "donors" to get their daily requirement. She expected her sons to go pro this summer as well, as the money was quite good. She had read that many women were resorting to visiting military bases, colleges, and even the dwindling number of prisons to get free semen, or, increasingly, paying for it.

At 4:30 the doorbell rang and Nina admitted a tall, pleasant looking young man who introduced himself as Nick. He was home from college and earning some money for a planned trip to Europe next year. Like the others she had paid when necessary, he know what he was doing.

"Hello," she said. "Thanks you for coming on such short notice."

He smiled. "I'm rather good at cumming on short notice."

They both laughed at the pun.

He dropped his jeans and presented her with a nice big cock, already semi hard.

"I'll fuck you if you want it," he said, without embarrassment. Nina knew that some women liked to be fucked before sucking a man off.

"I don't need to, but would be happy with a fuck if you would like it," she replied. Truth be told, Nina did want it. A pleasant side effect of the semen regime was that it preserved, if not enhanced, female sexual desire. Nina had the sexual appetite of a healthy, lusty 35 year old.

" I think I would," said Nick, looking appraisingly at her slutty outfit. While quite common on the streets these days, the slut look rarely failed to give men the urge to copulate. He slowly inserted his long prick into Nina's wet vagina. It felt smooth and slippery, like the dozens of cunts Nick had fucked in the last few months. He fucked her lustily, feeling her rapid response.

He knew she would cum quickly. She groaned and whimpered as the climax swept her body. Nick enjoyed giving older women orgasms in the afternoon. Nina liked them too. As he emptied his balls she sucked his cum greedily, swallowing it with relish.

Nina paid Nick $150 in cash. After he left she worried about how she was going to manage the next day. She couldn't count on her present sources whenever she needed them, nor could she afford to pay for it regularly.

Cleveland, August 8, 2077

Jenna drove along the dark street in a bad part of town, watching for a good spot. There were several heavily made up middle aged women standing on the street corners, wearing high heeled pumps or boots, tiny miniskirts, and revealing blouses. Several decades ago any such women would have been whores. Instead they were customers of male prostitutes who sold their precious potion.

Women like Jenna were in search of young black men who preferred white women and would give them their semen for nothing, or, increasingly commonly, for a modest cash payment. A few decades ago this would have been too dangerous, but crime rates had fallen dramatically. It was widely believed that frequent sexual release on the part of young males had a lot to do with the decline.

Jenna parked the car on a nearly deserted corner. She walked slowly up the street, allowing the street lights to capture her figure. She was wear 7" platform spike heeled red shoes, with a jangly red band around her ankles. Her long legs were clad in black fishnet stockings, which rose almost to her crotch and were secured by a red vinyl corset with garters.

Her bright red mini skirt was also vinyl and the short cutoff black top showed her big tits off splendidly. In her mother's day, such an outfit would have been considered fit only for street sluts who roamed the streets.

Now it had become fashionable. Jenna had even seen women wearing much the same thing at upscale parties. Certainly the fashion magazines were full of more extreme outfits, which were also the rage in Europe.

Jenna had been having luck in this area for the past year, usually finding a man within an hour or two. But it was becoming more difficult, and usually ended up costing her a bit of cash. She knew of wealthy women who were paying over $500 for a single swallow of fresh semen.

Some were reputed to buy three loads a day, with magical results, though to date this had not been confirmed. A new study was said to be in the works to demonstrate whether ingesting semen more than twice a day would make a difference.

It looked like this night she would be in luck. A large black man approached her from the shadows and looked approvingly at her scanty outfit.

"I can give you what you want, but it will cost you $50," she said. Unlike most of the males she had encountered in the area, he was considerably older than she was. Jenna knew that it might take a bit longer to bring him off.

"OK, she said."

"Come this way." He led her into an alley and produced a small pillow.

"Kneel on this," he said, placing it on the ground.

Jenna knelt on pillow, grateful for the comfort it afforded.

The man pulled down his trousers and pulled out his long, thick black penis. Jenna took it in her hand and began to stroke it, fondling his balls with her other hand. She did this expertly, concentrating on the sensitive tip and underside. Slowly it stiffened, until it was ready for her mouth. She took it in and sucked it hungrily, twirling her tongue around the penis head and then licking up the underside. Her other hand stroked his big balls, more firmly now, as he began to respond with heavier breathing.

She sucked and tickled his prick for a long time, feeling the climax slowly build in his aging frame. Finally, after another long time, he grunted hard and she felt the warm spurts of sperm flooding her mouth. She carefully let it swirl around in her cheeks before swallowing it all, making sure not to let any air into her mouth until it was well down her throat.

Jenna rose to her feet and got out a $50 bill.

"Thank you," she said. "I come here often. Please look for me."

He nodded, still breathing heavily from his orgasm. Jenna knew he probably wouldn't seek her out again, because there were so many women on the streets from which to choose, many more slutty looking than she. It was going to be very difficult to find her daily allotment.

(AP) Cambridge, Mass. November 14, 2079

The pharmaceutical world was stunned today by a scientific breakthrough at the McAnn Bio-Genetic Research laboratory connected with Harvard University. After decades of fruitless research all over the globe into isolating the "Fountain of Youth" catalysts found in male semen, the McAnn Lab reports that it has found a way to splice a gene, derived from cattle, into the human male which increased semen production by a factor of two to six, depending on the individual.

"It is known that human males produce seminal fluid continuously in small amounts. When sexually aroused, the male produces more seminal fluid. The total amount depends in part on how long between ejaculations and in part by how much and how long the male is sexually stimulated. Typically these proportions are about 50% each.

The new gene therapy increases both factors, particularly the latter. If greatly aroused, a genetically treated male can readily produce four to six times the amount of semen he would otherwise produce," the lab stated.

As yet unverified reports say that males who underwent the gene therapy reported much stronger climaxes. "The feeling is totally awesome," said one participant who did not want to be identified. "It's keeps building and building to a tremendous orgasm. It's like the difference between a hill and a mountain."

As the research was funded with public money, the results will be posted on the internet for any drug maker to produce the gene therapy without patents, making it quickly and widely available. Women's groups around the world hailed the announcement. "If true, this will make up for the severe semen shortage worldwide which has caused great hardship for so many women," said Felicity Maidstone, spokeswomen for the Seminal Research Foundation.

New York, June 3, 2099

Tom Robinson looked at the time on his phone display. It was nearly noon and he had just finished three hours of exams at NYU. It was the end of the Fall term, and he felt he had done rather well for a freshman. He left the lecture hall and made his way to the busy street outside. He was glad he had chosen an urban school.

It offered a lot more excitement than a rural campus. He was feeling very horny, having not cum for nearly 24 hours, much longer than normal. The long hours of studying for the exams had interfered with his usual practice of cumming three or four times a day.

In a few minutes Tom was entering one of the many "Coffee Houses" that served the thousands of students attending the university. They were all similar, catering to male students mostly and frequented by women from their late 20s to early 60s in need of a mouthful of fresh semen. The light inside was dim, but he could make out the small tables were the women were sipping coffee and chatting with one another. A couple of male students were talking with two of them, obviously about to make their choice.

Tom walked up to an attractive blonde woman wearing long black vinyl boots with prominent spike heels, and silver studded stockings. Her close fitting top revealed a pair of big boobs. It was difficult to guess her age. She could be anywhere from 40 to over 60; it depended on how much semen she consumed.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Nina. I'm sure I can give you some relief. Perhaps you would like to come into a booth?" The interior of the Coffee House was surrounded by about a dozen small rooms furnished with lounging couches big enough to lie down on. He followed her into a booth where she sat on the edge of the couch. The room smelled of her perfume.

"How old are you," she asked.

"Almost 19."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Nina took it in her hand and began stroking the length.

"You have a beautiful penis."

"Thanks. I haven't cum in a long time," he told her. "I've been studying for exams."

"How long?" she asked.

"Almost 24 hours. I'm feeling very full in my balls."

"I understand. I'll take my time to be sure we get it all out."

She gently tickled his scrotum with her fingers until he was fully erect. Then she took his long prick in her mouth and began licking and sucking it, expertly teasing the tip and then the shaft. His breathing grew more rapid as he felt the pleasure surging into his loins. He could cum very quickly. Nina knew that by teasing him lightly, varying the pressure and easing off as he neared orgasm, she could both prolong the pleasure and increase his load by a factor of two or three.

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Melissa 2.1

After paying the cashier I grabbed my tray, making sure I had a firm hold of my glass of iced tea, and looked around the crowded delicatessen. My work on a software upgrade delayed me, so I faced a larger crowd than I normally ran into at lunch. Looking down the racks of wine bottles and assorted cheeses I spotted an open table but before I could move that way an attractive lady placed her tiny salad on the table and slid into the seat. I was about to concede defeat and head out onto the porch where the tables were mostly empty, but the hot and very humid weather promised a very uncomfortable experience, when I noticed someone waving at me.

Nodding my head I moved over to his table and said, "Hey Andy, I thought I got here ahead of you."

"You did, but while you were gawking at Terry's tiny salad, I found a prime table, where I can watch Terry's tiny titties while she eats her tiny salad."

Sitting down and unwrapping my sandwich I replied, "I tell you Andy, she's pretty incredible. It's the classic lines, like a dancer."

"Hell, if I were head of our department, we would see a bit more quality cleavage around the office."

"Yeah and we'd probably see a hell of a lot of sexual harassment lawsuits."

"Harassment? Hell I'm just saying we could use a little more..."

"Yeah, I heard you and let's just say we have an excellent staff, better than the design department."

"Okay, okay. Design is scary. Hey you are running late Marc, not like you to run late for the dinner bell."

"I got in a software upgrade, I got tied up working on it."

"Upgrade?" Andy asked sliding forward in his chair and tilting his bald head to the side. "What kind of upgrade?"

"Well, it's a beta version, so I've been mostly reading up on it."

"A beta version of what, I haven't gotten anything in email about an upgrade."

"Well, it's only for a select few people, I had to sign a beta test agreement. There was a bunch of forms and stuff to fill out."

"Still there's nothing at work... Hey, this isn't for work is it?"

I shook my head back and forth.

"You dog you! It's Melissa isn't it?"

I couldn't help but smile broadly.

"How... when... what is the upgrade?"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down Andy. I got it last night, Melissa 2.1 the redhead upgrade."

Now Andy shook his head, "The redhead upgrade? You act like I'm a complete sexist because I want to see some bigger breasts and you are 'upgrading' from brunette to redhead. So come on Marc, tell me what makes the redheads an upgrade?"

"Andy, come on, it's called an upgrade because now you can get some variation from the original hair color. Others got the blonde or brunette upgrade, I just wanted to try a redhead."

"And?" he asked, dabbing a bead of sweat from his head with his napkin.

"And what? It's still installing."

"Think about it Andy, this is not just a simple computer upgrade."

"I guess you're right. How did you do it, I mean did Melissa know?"

"Well, I had thought about telling her, but you remember the problem 2.0 had?"

"The jealousy thing?"

"Yeah, and I got a bit nervous about telling her."

"But she'll be the same, just improved."

"Yeah, but I was afraid she'd be jealous of... well, herself, her 'new' self. The 2.1 installation instructions even mention the problem. They fix it with this version, but they warn that the 2.0 version may harbor some self awareness issues. See, right here it says, '...recommend initiating the upgrade while subject is asleep or otherwise impaired.'"

"So what did you do?"

"I simply waited until she was asleep."

"But with all the wires and stuff, didn't that wake her up?"

"No, it's just a card, like a secure digital memory card. Remember, when I initially had her programmed they installed a tiny card reader tucked in beneath her breast. While she was asleep, I just lifted and inserted the card. It then dissolves into her system and the coding gets circulated through her body.

"The upgrade revitalizes her overnight and while I sleep beside her, she is infused with my smell, my breathing patterns and supposedly even my brain waves. When the upgrade is complete, any boredom she may have developed for me over the year since the last upgrade is replaced with an intense attraction. She'll be like a newlywed, wanting to explore the newfound sexual freedom, only, she will retain all her previously acquired sexual knowledge. At least that's what the manual says," I said finishing the last of my sandwich and taking a sip of my iced tea.

"Well did it work?"

"The installation was still running when I left for work. According to the manual, I can login from my computer at work and start it up. It's actually set up so I can connect remotely and actually program a sexual suggestion to her. Say I feel like some oral today, the feel of that red hair tickling my nose, I simply program a suggestion and by the time I get home she is so hot and bothered for me to dive in between her legs, she may meet me at the car and jump me."

"So what is it for tonight?"

"Well, just the thought of going down on that red haired pussy is driving me wild, so that's first on my agenda."

Andy had finished his lunch, so we picked up our trash and trays and headed away from the table. As I was putting the try and glass down on the return table he leaned over and whispered, "Let me know how it turns out, and hey, I want details."

"You know Andy, you might to look at buying the software, who knows, you might be able to slip one of the cards under Terry's tiny tittie."

"Oh I wish," he moaned heading out the door.

I was distracted the rest of the afternoon, unable to accomplish anything related to work. I did log in and check on the Melissa 2.1 upgrade, discovering the installation went without a glitch and the software was ready for me to input my suggestion. Wondering what it would be like to run my lips over the soft, curly red hair between her legs, I worked at my keyboard outlining my "suggestion."

By four o'clock I gave up getting anything done at work and slipped out. Traffic was light so my drive home was a breeze and I had plenty of opportunity to run scenarios though my mind of what might happen. Whatever the scene, the flaming red hair on her head and inside her panties played a significant role. When I finally pulled into my garage pod, my cock had been up and ready for at least half an hour.

Melissa didn't meet me at the car as I had talked about with Andy, but, after adjusting my erection, I limped up to the door and quietly opened it. There she was sitting on the couch completely naked with one leg propped over the armrest and the other stretched out on the floor giving me a perfect view of the new shade of pubic hair.

I could only stare at her for the longest time, gazing at her fair skin, the way her triangle of red hair curled enticingly, drawing my eyes downward to her slit which was just beginning to blossom into those beautiful pink folds. Her hands were at her breasts, teasing her nipples but all I could do was watch her pussy as it responded to the arousal. As her lips swelled and her clit grew I saw her slowly open up to me.

Finally after a few minutes I shook my head, breaking the trance and looked up at her face, noticing how beautifully the auburn red hair rolled down onto her shoulders. Her eyebrows were a bit thinner than they had been, but the deep red color there seemed to accent her green eyes. I then noticed her freckles as I looked at her cheeks and then at her thin nose. They were cute and sexy at the same time and I imagined kissing each tiny dot, only after I had finished between her legs though.

Looking down a bit, I noticed her lips moving and realized she was talking to me. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I asked.

"Not listening to me?"

"Ah, well it's just that I, ah..."

"I asked you whether you were just going to stand there looking at me or were you going to get undressed and eat me?"

I didn't need to answer her question, I simply pulled off my clothes and moved over to her, settling between her legs. Leaning forward I moved my face through the soft, red curls, feeling the slight tickling sensation over my lips and nose. Breathing in I took in her earthy fragrance and wanting more of her, I moved downward, sliding my tongue down her slit and then sliding back upward, opening it to expose her clit. Teasing her, I moved my tongue in and around the tiny nub only lightly brushing against it.

She began to lift her hips, moving them in an effort to push her clit against my tongue, but I quickly dove down between her lips, driving my tongue into her wet and tangy tasting opening. Moving my tongue back and forth into her and then circling around the walls, I savored the taste of her, letting the unique flavor cover me. I then returned to her clit as I moved my right hand up and slipped two, then three fingers into her moist softness.

I felt her hands grab my head as my tongue moved up to her clit, not teasing this time, instead my tongue circled it caressing it, flicking it up and down. As she lifted her hips and ground her pussy onto my face, I sucked her clit into my mouth, running my tongue up and down its shaft as I sucked. She moaned loudly and came, her cunt walls pulsing around my fingers as I paused for just a moment as she arched her back. With her pussy still squeezing my fingers again and again, I began sucking and licking her clit again.

Hearing her squeal I sucked that much harder, feeling her fingers grasp my hair and pull it. Her hips bucket wildly up and down as she quickly flowed into another climax, this time crying out, "Oh yes, again... again." Releasing her clit, I let my head rest on her thigh as I felt the pulsations coursing through her body and pussy gently fade away.

It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath and regain her composure, but once she did she seemed to go wild. One moment I'm kneeling between her legs, resting my head on her thigh, the next thing I know, she has pushed me onto my back. All I could do is relax as she moved over me, running her mouth over my stomach and chest, then moving to the nipples. As she teased me with her kisses, she let her wet pussy slide up and down my legs, the soft lips leaving damp kisses of their own on me.

Now it was her turn to tease me as she concentrated on my nipples, leaving my cock to twitch and swing in the cool air. Occasionally she'd let her shoulder brush against it, or she'd move so her thigh might rub it. From time to time she'd grasp it with her hand and stroke it once, twice, maybe a third time and then pull away, oblivious to my pumping hips and urgent moans.

When she finally ran her tongue down my stomach and over my cock I could feel my body trembling with need. Fully in control of the situation, she firmly grabbed my shaft with her hand and moved her mouth over the head. With a tight grasp she began pumping up and down with her hand as her mouth sucked hard on me, her cheeks pulling inward because of the suction. Looking down, I watched my cock head move in and out of her mouth, the bluish skin glistening with her saliva.

In just moments I felt a surge of pleasure build in my balls and then shoot up my shaft as I spurted my cum into her mouth in splash after splash. She slowed her hand down, gently milking the cum out of me as her beautiful red hair moved softly over my balls and thighs. Feeling completely spent, I eased my head back and relaxed. She continued caressing my balls, lifting them up and running her fingers under them as I drifted to sleep.

I must have slept for an hour or so but after I woke up the rest of the evening went wonderfully. We had an excellent dinner, so good in fact that I volunteered to clean up the kitchen. I considered maybe another session with her when we went to be early, but I felt an odd tingling, almost burning sensation up under my balls, so I let it go, figuring we could pick up tomorrow. Melissa was reading some pamphlet or small book as I drifted to sleep thinking of what "suggestion" I'd program for tomorrow.

That next morning I woke up late so I skipped breakfast, kissed Melissa goodbye, and headed out to my car. I couldn't wait for lunch to fill Andy in on the success of the upgrade. Once at work I efficiently moved through everything I had left from the day before and then continued on, finishing up most of what I planned to do the rest of the week. By the time lunchtime came around I was cleaning up my desk.

I waited by the door to the lunchroom as Andy headed down the long corridor. I waved back to him and then heard him call out, "Well how did the upgrade go?"

Remaining silent until he got a bit closer, I leaned toward him and whispered, "It was incredible, much more anything I could have expected."

"Well come on in Marc, tell me more about it."

"No, sorry Andy, I'm waiting for Melissa, she called at the last minute and I'm taking her shopping during my lunch hour."

"Well okay, but once you get back you got to give me the details."

"See you later," I said, heading out toward the parking lot.

Melissa and I spent a couple of hours shopping, looking at shoes, clothes and even some kitchen stuff. She tried on a number of outfits and then tried on every shoe in the store that was her size. We ended up buying a few things and then settled down to a nice lunch. She dropped me back at the office and told me she'd be out shopping some more, so I kissed her and told her to have a nice time.

Once back at the office I checked my email and then, because I really didn't have anything else to do I headed over to Andy's office. Well, I gave him the short version of the evening, then he made me go into details and I found myself describing how her pubic hair tickled my nose when she came, how she squealed before coming that second time and how she played with my balls as I drifted to sleep.

"Well Marc all I can say is wow. And damn it's done you come good, hell you look 10 years younger today, like you colored your hair or... hey, did you color your hair?"

"No, didn't even wash it last night."

"But it's like, well it's not as gray."

"Gray? My hair was never gray, more a platinum blonde."

"No, I'm serious man, the gray, it's gone," he said, reaching up and taking come in his fingers. "Really, there is no gray there."

"Oh come on Andy..."

"Here, follow me," he said, grabbing my sleeve and leading me to the restroom. He pushed open the door and drug me over to the mirrors. "There, look for yourself."

"Well it looks..."

"Looks hell, the gray is gone."

He was right, the silver streaks were completely gone as was the large patch of gray I had near my forehead. "Damn, must be the vigorous sex," I whispered, laughing a bit.

We walked back to Andy's office and he continued, "I mean it man, whatever happened with Melissa, you are sure different today, I mean since when do you go shopping? Or I should say, since when do you go shopping and enjoy it?"

I paused, I did enjoy it, the clothes, the shoes, even the kitchen stuff. Normally I'd have been bored to death, clamoring to go to a bookstore or just leave, but today I didn't complain a bit, I actually enjoyed it all.

"I don't know Marc, you just seem strange."

"Well, I did knock out all my work for today so I'm heading out. I figured I'd get home early and clean the..." I stopped as Andy stared at me in disbelief. "What?" I asked.

"You go home early and clean the what?"

"House, I figured I'd clean the house," I replied.

"Man something is wrong here, something is seriously wrong."

"Oh don't be ridiculous, I finished up early and am heading home. See you tomorrow," I said heading out of his office. All Andy could do was shake his head in disbelief.

It was so early that traffic was even better than yesterday and when I got home I saw Melissa was still out shopping. I opened the door, put my computer bag in the closet, changed my clothes and then grabbed a dust rag. I planned to quickly dust everything and then run the vacuum. I started dusting in the living room but quickly moved into the bedroom.

When I moved over to Melissa's side of the bed to dust her nightstand, I noticed the tiny book she was reading from the night before. It didn't look like most of her normal books so I picked it up and looked closer. It was titled "Installation and Maintenance Instructions for Marc 3.2." I put it down on the bed and then finished dusting her nightstand.

Once finished dusting I grabbed the vacuum and ran it through the house, conveniently finishing just as I heard the front door open. Melissa called out, "Marc, I'm home."

I quickly moved into our bathroom and began running the bathwater, sprinkling in some of her favorite bath salts. Calling back to her I said, "Okay, just starting up your bath honey. What do you want for dinner?"

She walked into the room, came over to me and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. She then said, "Oh Marc you're such a wonderful husband."

"And you're the perfect wife," I replied, wondering what she would select for dinner.

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This chapter began with the basic question: why don't women want to have sex for pleasure? Why do they insist that men pay for it, and why do they clamor for "romance"? "Romance", as conceived and practiced by contemporary women, is a sham, a plague which poisons the souls of men. It is a woman's viperous view of "morality", and has shackled the male vitality in heavy chains. Hardly monogamous by nature, a man is nevertheless constrained to dam up his biological birthright of sexual freedom. He is forced to pay for what should be offered and shared openly. His own passions enslave him; as we have seen, a woman's strategy is to use his lust against him, because then he will channel all his resources to her disposal, which is the sole focus of her life. Women are assassins of the male spirit.

Dating is a sick charade of natural mating behavior, a twisted travesty of the laws of nature. It is a plot hatched by unprincipled women to curl their manicured talons around male credit cards, a female con game sanctioned by society. A date is (as usual) an affair entirely controlled by the female, even though she will work very hard to convince men that just the opposite is true. For a social engagement to take place, a man and woman first have to meet, or to be introduced. If she is physically attracted to this man-or even if she's not, if she smells cash-she will almost immediately institute "The Probe". The Probe consists of an innocuous-sounding list of questions, sometimes put bluntly, but more often insinuated into the flow of conversation, which is designed to calculate a man's earning power, the way a salesman qualifies a prospect. Taken at face value, these questions appear quite ordinary, the sort of polite queries one might ask when talking with a stranger. But in the hands of a woman sizing up a man, they take on a sinister significance. "What do you do?", "Where do you live?", "What kind of car do you drive?" all may seem innocent enough inquiries, but a woman interested in a man will work them into the first few minutes of a conversation so that she can determine whether he is worth an investment of her time. These questions all translate into, "How much money do you have?", while the little calculator inside her brain goes clicking away. One wrong answer and she will immediately excuse herself. Variations of The Probe can be subtle: "Where did you go on your last vacation?" would be an example. Concomitant with The Probe is the "tell-him what-he-wants-to-hear" con. Thus if a woman ascertains that her prey is wary of gold diggers, she will say, "I've never cared about money; I don't understand how women can act like that", and the like.

If a man can survive the gauntlet of The Probe, his labors are just beginning. Our culture prescribes that men be the pursuers, which puts them in a weakened position from the start. When a man asks a woman for a date, he is risking soul withering rejection (most women, flushed with sexual power, feel no remorse at shredding the male ego); he must plan the location and activities of the evening or she will brand him as weak or wishy-washy; he is expected to bring offerings as if she were a member of royalty; she waits for him to pick her up like a chauffeur; and there is unspoken pressure that he take her to a "nice" (expensive) place or he will be labeled "cheap" and thus emasculated. While on the date, he is supposed to pander to her every whim and help her on with her coat and hold doors open for her, like a servant. And then he is rewarded with the exquisite pleasure of having to pay for all of this. She, of course, goes out of her way to keep her escort deeply hypnotized, deadening his senses to her treacherous agenda, for it wouldn't serve her purposes at all if he suddenly realized what a sucker she's been making of him. Sexual initiative certainly is humiliating for men, but it is a system designed to serve a woman's best interests. A single, dating woman is the queen of dishonest prostitutes. What arouses her is not an aching hunger for the pleasures of intercourse, but an unquenchable materialistic lust. Sex is not about sensuality, but power. A woman has frightening sexual leverage over a man: he might as well just hand her a club so that she can beat him into the ground. In this unhealthy game of smoke and mirrors, women dictate all the rules. Thus she restricts access to her body until he has made a significant investment in her-the more he spends, the less likely he'll be to walk away. Eternally buttressing her illusions, she will feign disinterest in sex and slap his wrist or invoke "date rape" when he makes a pass at her. She will pretend to flee when he comes on too strong. Dripping with sugary charms, she commands him to dress up the date with flowers and candlelight to mask the dispassionate business deal at its core. This masquerade allows her to envision her sexuality as innocent and pure, her vagina as sexless as a plastic doll's. She can dupe herself that lavish meals and a glittering diamond aren't just bald faced surrogates for cold, hard cash. A woman's version of "romance"

does not draw its power from love, but from rape-the violation of a man's bank account. But the soft light of the restaurant helps to mask the truth: "romance" is a woman trying to convince herself that she's not really a whore.

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Robin said that whenever the woman date caught their sexting the girl ex, she discussed which he continuing to transmit their pictures because the guy experienced insecure about their human body. She told Mic that she delivers them back once again because „sometimes i love to getting reminded that he nevertheless discovers me personally hot.“

But even though they might tell by themselves it is not a big deal to take the sporadic topless image to an ex, to a diploma, those who utilize Snapchat in an union realize that they’re crossing the range which is the reason why they don’t really tell their own associates regarding it originally.В

„I really don’t imagine I’d be happy with my sweetheart finding-out I found myself delivering topless photo to another man, but In addition weirdly justify they with: at the very least it is simply pictures? I’m not sure,“ Robin advised Mic.

Aaron consented, stating that he doesn’t considercarefully what he had been creating on Snapchat a type of „cheating“ despite the reality the guy recognized he’d undoubtedly maintain a terrible situation if his spouse discovered. „it’s not like I meet these lady,“ Aaron demonstrated. „it is simply like, a way to involve some sexy discussions thereupon girl within biography class you never requested out in college or university . I really could do bad.“

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„should you feel as you is twisting the principles, then chances are you probably are.“

The real cost of cheat:В proper with a roaming eye, or a penchant for flirtation, Snapchat appears like an ordinary strategy to explore. But like anyone who is actually flirting with unfaithfulness, Aaron and also the relax become adept at rationalizing they.В

„it is simple,“ Ken webpage, psychotherapist and composer of the publication Deeper Dating: How to Drop the video games of Seduction and find out the effectiveness of Intimacy, formerly advised Mic. „should you feel like you might flexing the rules, then chances are you most likely are . That means that you are doing something this is certainly damaging the trust in the connection.“

While that might be real, most of the folk Mic talked with affirmed that they had no intends to actually meet with the people these were sexting. On their behalf, the charm got solely carnal, entirely individual using their genuine, IRL intercourse physical lives. These were in a position to validate sending beautiful photos their beautiful buddies without feeling like they certainly were crossing any borders.

Like most discussion on unfaithfulness, if sexting on Snapchat counts as infidelity isn’t cut-and-dry: Even though some might look at it the best kind of betrayal, additional associates won’t be bothered because of it whatsoever. The solution to that concern mainly varies depending on the few. That said, it is essential to keep in mind that unlike the 10-second pictures anyone deliver forward and backward together, the fallout from a hastily sent breeze could possibly continue for much longer.

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The Greek Lads (part 3)

(Part 1 from 2)

I think we fell asleep for a while. I was certainly dozing when I felt him move under me. I was in a half awake, half asleep in a nowhere place with a montage of images drifting through my mind. I could see the other lads at the café, sitting with their ice-coffees, sipping through straws and watching me from under dark eyebrows. In dreams I could stop in front of them, be invisible and stare at their tightly packed jeans. I could take my time to admire their smooth, young faces and their tight fitting tee shirts that showed off their broad chests. In sleep I could imagine them also following me home as my lad had done. See them walk into the room where we now lay. I could hear them murmur in their strange language and understand what they were saying. That they approved and were jealous of the younger friend who had found me first, the one who had dared the risk, shadowed me home, dropped to his knees in front of me and then begged me to take him to my bed.

And I could be part of everything that was happening, be the centre of it as it happened in real time.

The other lads gather at my feet and start to stroke my legs. They comment on their strength, marvelling at how another guy feels. I know that they have all wanted to try this, have all had fantasies about sex with another man. And I know that, until now, they have not had the courage to try it. Not for all their bravado and their machismo. To talk among themselves of sex with their girlfriends is fine, even if the talk is only fantasy too, but to talk of sex with a man, to admit that they want to try it; that takes real courage. And somehow in the balmy heat of the late evening they are finding that courage. And they have found us. Lying in each other’s arms, our sweat still drying, our cocks still sticky from the pleasures we have just given ourselves.

And in my semi-dreaming I can hear the rustle of clothes as they strip, this group of five around the bed. One kneels beside my young friend, feeling the smooth arse cheeks while undoing his own tight jeans. And another crouches beside my head, toying his fingers through my hair, planting tiny kisses on my face, tentatively so as not to wake me. But I am awake.

Beside the bed the tallest, the broadest, peels off his shirt and runs his palms slowly down his ribbed chest towards the top of his trousers. His long fingers slide inside and he grabs the growing bulge that waits within. He has a proud, classic face. His eyes are dark and his lips moist. He thinks I am not watching as he cocks his head at another lad. This one is smaller, tightly built and strong. He stands back a pace not daring to come forward until his mate tells him it is o.k. And now he is kneeling and the tall guy is unbuttoning his fly. A flash of white and the massive cock inside pushes his shorts through. His cock is bent painfully down and forces its way out like the back of a whale breaking the surface of the ocean. Powerful and beautiful. The smaller lad looks up from his kneeling position and his eyes do the begging for him. Carefully, as this has never been done before, he raises a hand and touches the growing cock, lays his hand flat on it as if he is measuring the length. And the taller one pulls his shorts down at the front so that his great tool is released. It hangs long and dark over the waist band, the head already wet. He takes it in his fist and his large hand covers only the base. The rest he places against the lips of his subservient friend who waits for permission to feed. And then, oh so very slowly, the great length is pushed gently in between the youthful lips. It probes them before parting them and filling the eager mouth with a new experience.

Beside me my young friend is moaning again. The same sounds as he made when I explored his arse with my tongue only a short while ago. I turn my peaceful gaze to him and he is smiling back at me. His face glows with delighted confusion and he reaches out his hand to touch me.

‘Are you awake?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘My friend, are you awake?’

Yes I am awake.

I was awake and back into real time. No one else in the room but us. Just me and him. But he was enough.

I flattened his dark hair with my hand as he lay on his front. He had somehow slipped out from under me as I dozed and now delighted me with the sight of his young body stretched beside me. It was like he was saving the best for last. I had still not seen or tasted his cock. He had feasted on mine, sucked me dry and in return I had made him come as I showed him the ecstasy my tongue could bring to his virgin arse. We had rested but I was still not finished. He had said that we had all night. It was dark outside by then. I could hear a church bell toll mournfully in the distance and feel only the slightest breeze nudging in through the open window. Outside a street lamp tried to light the blackened alleyway and shed only the slightest, orange glow, into our room.

I shifted myself. Slid one leg over him and pushed myself up so that I sat across his thighs. My flaccid cock fell onto the small rounds of his backside with a thump and rested there as I looked down onto his strong back. Leaning forward I kissed the back of his neck and his hands immediately made fists, screwing up the sheets as he pulled them in towards himself and sighed. I took his shoulders in my hands and massaged them slowly, pressing my thumbs into the back of his neck and making small circles. And then I slipped my arms under him, hugging him as I had before, my mouth beside the soft lobes of his ears.

‘Turn over,’ I whispered.

He moved without hesitation, but slowly. As I supported myself on my hands and feet, lifting myself up from him as if I were performing a push up to allow him room, he twisted first his chest and then his legs until finally I was staring down into the depths of his eyes. I stayed above him, suspended, as I looked at him. He blinked, his long eyelashes barely touching together in slow motion, and his lips drew into a coy smile. He reached up for me and placed his hands on my shoulders, I felt him brush the hair there, feeling it as if he did not believe it was real. And then I lowered myself down again slowly, so that my cock was the first thing to touch him.

I felt the downy softness of his short pubic hair brush against the end of my penis, felt his warm, limp shaft against my heavy balls as they flattened over it, enveloping it in their folds and holding it there, safe. My stomach touched against the firmness of his, my chest met the hardness of his and our nipples met sending the fizz of a static charge through my body. The tips of our noses touched and our lips fell silently together.

So very gently he kissed me back, opening his mouth to allow our tongues to meet and play. His eyes were open. We watched each other as we kissed, neither wanting to be the first to break the look of disbelief that held us together. His hands explored wherever they could reach on my back, as low as he could find he pressed them into me, forcing me closer to him. I took his head in my large, strong grip and tilted it, taking his lips away from mine and giving me access to his neck. His skin was soft, salty from the sweat and hot from the balmy night. I dug my tongue into him, below his chin, forcing his head back further and he gasped at the strength. But it was a calm strength, a peaceful strength, using only enough force to let him know that it was I who held the power over him. I had captured him with my experience. It was all that had been needed.

I started to slide lower, all the time pressing my mouth to parts of his body that no one had kissed before. His shoulders, beneath his arms where the hair was soft and across the top of his chest where his flesh was hard. His nipples were small and delicate, sensitive to my probing and, when I gave just the slightest of nibbles there he arched his back and clung to me tighter. But I had been there before and I wanted to move to unexplored places. I could feel only a hint of puppy fat on his stomach as I licked the last traces of his cum from it. He worked hard, he was toned, but yet there was something about him that suggested he was less than his nineteen years.

His hands could reach no further than the top of my head now as I nuzzled in around his pubes. I could feel his cock had lengthened again, and now it pressed up against my chin as I bit into his flesh beside his short pubes. I could smell his musky boy smell, sweat and come, when I buried myself deep between his legs and his groin. He flinched, his back arched up again in response to my pressure and gave me more to press against. His ball sack was soft against my cheek now and his cock touched against my temple. It would soon be mine. I would soon have the prize I had hungered for since I first saw him, packet bulging in tight jeans, outside the café. My own cock was hanging, semi hard between my legs as I knelt. But it could wait. This moment was for him, not me.

I lifted my head to look up his smooth body and into his brown eyes. His own head was raised from the pillow slightly so that he could see more clearly what I was doing. His mouth was open in bewilderment, his eyes wide in disbelief. How long had he dreamed of this, how long had he waited?

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Well, the rest of the week was mainly with Maggie since Eugene worked and she helped me learn to "deep-throat" when he got home. It made me hot to have a man in me at both ends and that I could control his excitment if I wanted to. The party was Friday night and it was to last as long as the people wanted to stay. They told me a girl my age named Candy was coming to but otherwise it was all adults. She was the granddaughter of one of the couples that was coming. Finally Friday night came and the house was all set. I had helped Maggie get the table ready with food and snacks and the drinks were all set up to be poured at the bar.

She gave me a small box and said "Go put this on hun. " and I went to my room and opened it. There was a black leather thong in it and a very small leather bra and a thin black leather collar. With all that there were some spike high heels that I had trouble walking in but mamaged. I came downstairs and Maggie applauded and asked how I like it. "Well, except for the shoes, I have trouble walking in them. " she laughed, "Don't worry, you will not walk much. " and I went back to the bar. She made us both a drink of clear liquid that realy burned on the way down and then another and I was really buzzing.

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   I was warm all over and getting hot and felt my pussy getting wet as I looked at Maggie. I kissed her and said, "Can we make love before they all get here?" and she said that they were due at anytime. "You go upstairs if you can. I want to introduce you and you can come down for everyone to see. " she said and I managed to. I sat on a couch just around the top and waited until I hgeard voices downstairs and laughing and I heard drinks being piured. Then it got quiet.

I stood up and waited, "everyone, I want to introduce my neice that is staying with us for he summer. Her name is Brenda and she is very very beautiful. " She said and it got quiet. I came around the corner and everyone was looking up at me and I walked slowly down the stairs. Maggie came to me and attached a gold chain to the collar and said, "Come with me dear. " She led me around and introduced me to everyone and each person kissed me deep and some squeezed my tits or sank a finger in my pussy or ass and I was getting really hot. Suddenly there was a red headed gil in front of me dressed like me and she was smiling. "This is Candy Brenda.

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  " Maggie said and Candy came forward and kissed me deep. Her grandfather gave Maggie the chain that was attached to her collar and then Maggie led us to a kind a circular bed that was not there before. "Okay everyone, ready for the beginning of the entertainment for this weekend?" and everyone clapped. "Good, Brenda, Candy, enjoy each other. We looked at each other and she smiled, "Are you nervous?" she said. "Yes, some, but you are beautiful. " she looked at me, "I wish I had breasts like yours. " and I moved to her. "I like everything about your body, and your blue eyes are so wonderful. " I said and we leaned to kiss each other and suddenly we were all alone. Somehow we took off the small amount of clothes we had on except for the collars that we had been told to leave on and we were laying down kissing and carressing each other all over. I was kissing my way to her tummy and there was a beautiful tattoo on her right hip of two women entwined naked and kissing eand they were really done realistically. "My god, his is nice. " I said and she looked, "You like it? I can get you one too if you like it. " My mouth found her wet pussy and I mumbled "Okay, but later.

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  " and she laughed and I tickled her clit wih my tongue. She moved against my mouth and I tasted her juices begin to flow and then she had an orgasm that sprayed all over my face and hair. "Oh that was wild. " I said and she said, "It is okay isn't it? I can't help it. " and I licked her pussy again and slipped two fingers in her. "Oh yes, you taste great. " and she began sucking my nipples and kissing me and then was licking my clit and I soon gave her a swet orgasm and soaked her face. We laid there kissing and then there were other people around us, touching, kissing, sucking and we were now pulled apart, "See you later. " we said and laughed.

A man and woman had me now between them, "Have you been well laid before Brenda?" the woman said and I said, "Well, some. " "Good, time top realy take care of that tight pussy. " she said and was now kissing me and her husband was licking my pussy. Just before my orgasm he came up and moved my legs apart and she guided him into me and he rammed my pussy hard and all the way in and I let out a cry from the pain. The woman grabbed my face and said, "Shut he fuck up slave. " then her hand slapped me.

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   Her husband was still deep in me and he pain was bad. He pulled out and again rammed hard into me and again I let out a cry of pain. "I said shut the hell up. " she said and slapped my face again. Now he was fucking me hard and deep and I managed to bite my lips and not cry out until he filled me with his cum and rolled off of me. They moved some and another man came to us, "She tight?" he said and the man that had just ucked me said, "Yeh, almost virgin. " How about her ass?" he said and I began to get up, "Okay, she must have a virgin ass. " he said as the woman was stroking his growing cock that was bigger than the one that had just been in me. "Oh no, please, no. " I was really begging. Maggie was near by and my eyes met hers and she laughed, "Let me give her a shot. " she said and I saw a needle in her hand. I was turned over and held down and the needle stuck in my ass ear the entrance to my butt. I felt dizsy and the room was spining and then I was put over a kind of stool that was padded all over. I could not move and I was trying to se what was happening.

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   I felt hands on my hips and my butt and then something was pushing into me and I felt no pain, just pressure. "Oh yeh, it is virgin. " the man said and then the woman, "Nothing will be after tonight. " and I was feeling him humping me from behind. He filled me and then pulled out and said, "Yeh, split her open, check the blood on my cock. " and I was worried but my mind was spinning.

I laid there on my stomach and could not move and another man came to my face his cock in his hands and said, "Okay baby, suck this down. " At least I knew how to do that and so I took him into my mouth and then down my throat and he fucked my face for a while then filled my throat and left. Another man did the same only he shot his load on my face and the woman licked it all off. I could see men and women al over the room fucking or doing something that had to do with some kind of sex. One woman was tied to a bench and was being slapped with a whip and there was actualy blood coming from her tits and ass where the whip was hitting her. She begged the woman and man that was doing it to stop but they did not seem to hear her. At the same time I had been turned back on my back and men were fucking me hard and yet I could not feel the pain that I felt later when the drugs had worn off that my Aunt had shot in me. I lost track of time and was in and out of sleep or something like it.

When I woke up I did not want to move cause I was so sore all over and my ass felt like it had been ripped open.

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   I had been cleaned up and was in my bed with Candy. She was like me, brused and sore and love bites all over her body. We looked at each other and kissed. That was all we could do. "What day is it?" I asked her. Maggie came in and said, "It is Monday girls. " and she sat on the bed, naked and with bite marks on her also. She had bruses all over her body too. We just laid there as she took care of our injuries and kissed us gentley. "Us slaves must take care of each other and stay with each other, most times, our Masters do not care if we live or die. " she said and then I saw a black collar on her neck too. She cleaned my tatoo that I do not remember getting that was like Candy's. "at least you girls are not old enough for the barn and so you did not have too much to handle. When you are old enough they will take you to the barn to be mated. "Candy said, "what happens in the barn?" and Maggie asked us to sit up and look at the barn back behind the house.

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   There were several ponies and donkeys and dogs running around the grounds. "when you are old enough, you are mated with all of them. " Maggie said. Candy and I sat up and hugged each other. "That is impossible. " I said. Maggie kissied us and said, "Oh dear, when a horse fucks you and fills you up with his cum, you go nuts, it feels so good that you beg for more. " and she looked at us.

Candy stayed with us the summer and one day she ran for the bath room and threw up her breakfast. She had been feeling sick all that week and then she began throwing up all the time. She thought that she was sick but Maggie looked at her and said, "No hun, this sickness lasts just 9 months. You are pregnant Hun. " she saidCandy began to cry, "But who is the father?" she said, "anyone of about 20 men dear that was at the party Hun. "

"But I do not want to be poregnant, Grandma was giving my pills so I could not get that way. " she was crying now.

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   "No dear, Grandma was told to just give you a fake so you would be ripe for he party. Aren't your nipples sensative too a little?" she said and Candy said they were. She got up, "well, you two girls come down for supper soon. No clothes. " and we sat there crying together and finaly Candy said, "well, I guess I will be okay, maybe my tits will grow and get like yours. " and we kissed and went to Supper. Eugene was there with another man and they were all naked. I felt really like being bad and said, "Maggie, I want some dressing for my salad. " and she started to get up. "No, I mean the real thing" I said and went to the man sitting there and took his cock in my hand and began massaging it til it was hard then masturbated him into my salad and went back to my place and ate it.
Maggie looked at me and smiled, "Taste good dear. ?" and I said, "The best. "

Well folks, there was a whole Summer so I will be back.
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