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what i,ve done that you can dream of
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I'll never know
Posted:Oct 30, 2013 6:39 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2014 9:45 pm
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I just don't know exactly what happened that night, but it's a night I'll never forget.

When I was a junior and senior in high school I had some friends who lived in Ambridge, PA, located about twenty miles southwest, down river, from Pittsburgh. Tracy was one of my best friends, and we would spend at least one weekend a month at each others house. One time when I was spending the weekend with her she introduced me to her friend Cathy, whom she had grown up with since they were in first grade. It turns out that Cathy's religious belief was that of Pagan. She was a real live witch. Though I was raised catholic, we didn't let our religious beliefs stand between us and our growing friendship. I've always been interested in other religions, and asked her all kinds of questions. Turns out that her whole family are witches, Her mom, her younger sister Debbie, and her. All three, were real witches. Her father wasn't around, and hadn't been for years. It was during this time that I decided to become a witch too, and denounce the hypocritical christian churches. Not long after meeting the rest of her family, her mom asked me to spend the weekend with them instead of at Tracy's. And that's when I had the weekend I'll never forget.

I felt very comfortable with the three of them. Her mom was really cool, and her sister wasn't the little brat I envisioned her to be. They all loved each other, and got along like best friends. We had a great supper Friday evening, with home made turkey Tetrazzini and salad. Her mom even let the three of us have a little home made wine. Later we sat around and had a girl talk session, like a sleep over. I slept very well that night in the guest room, and awoke to a breakfast of eggs, bacon, home fries, coffee, and grapefruit juice.

Then I helped wash the dishes, while learning more about their religion. The more I learned the more I believed it was my way to go. Then her mom had some errands to run, so the three of us went shopping at some clothing stores. After that we headed back to their home and spent the afternoon trying on each others outfits. That was more fun for me then either of them knew. Neither Cathy nor Debbie wore bras because they had nowhere special to go, like school. Debbie liked going commando on weekends. She was wearing no underwear at all. When it came to my turn to take my cloths off to try on some of their things, I decided to let them know my secret. Needless to say, they were both amazed. They wanted to see it. So I striped down and reluctantly pulled down my spandex type panties.

Out came my cock, in all it's half hard glory. I was already turned on some by both of them being naked and almost naked. Both of them asked if they could touch it. Just the thought of them holding on to it was making it harder. Cathy was the first to touch it, then Debbie rubbed my little head. They both thought it was cool to have a pussy and a cock. They begged me to let them tell their mom, and show her, when she got home. I felt good about them accepting me like I was, and agreed to show her. Her mom was surprised too, but soon had to ask me if she could touch it. For some reason I felt very good about letting her do it too. Debbie wanted to touch it again, and I let her. None of us thought there was anything wrong with what we were doing. It felt right, to be letting them touch me.

That evening we had pizza and more wine for supper, and we watched a movie, a name I don't remember. I just remember it was a chic flick. Then we watched a vampire movie on channel 11 chiller theater. Then we all went to our respective beds. When I was just about to doze off, it happened. Cathy opened my bedroom door and stood in the doorway, totally naked, with only the dim hall nightlight, silhouetting her from behind. I was laying on my back, and found that I couldn't move or utter a word. But for some reason I wasn't panicking. I simply watched as she entered my room and pulled down my blankets. She stood at the side of my bed and watched as my blood flowed into my cock, making it bigger and stiffer without being touched at all. She reached over, with her left hand and began......

Cathy stroked me gently a few times, like I was fragile and she didn't want to break me. With every down stroke she straighten her index finger, and ran it across my moistening pussy. Then without warning, she turned slightly, bent down, engulfing my cock with her hot wet mouth. She took me all, past her tonsils, past her gag reflex, to the bottom of my shaft. Cathy's lips tightened around my responding cock. Then with a strong vacuum suck, she slowly drew her mouth up to the tip. Once there her tongue teased my little head for a few moments. Then, the real blow-job began. She didn't rush, taking pleasure in tormenting me. I fingered her as she enjoyed me. Cathy was so wet, that her juices ran down her slender white thighs. All three of my fingers slid in and out of her hot pussy, caressing her clit each time I pushed them in and out. After time unknown, as she had a mouth full of me, a deep, intense orgasm swept it's way through her body. Stopping her rhythm while coming, to avoid hurting me, her lips carefully parted, safely releasing me from her. Cathy stood upright, best as she could, turned, walked away, leaving me without satisfaction.

Once she left the room, I grabbed some tissues, grabbed a hold of myself, and began jacking off. Before I could get off more then a few strokes, Debbie's silhouette graced the doorway to my room. Stopping, I waited to see what I was in for next. Baby fat still circled her waist. With no womanly hips to speak of , A cup titties with swollen mooney nipples, adorned a young teenage girls body. Don't get me wrong, sexual maturity exuded from every pore of her firm figure. Wasting no time, and with nimble delicate hands, my legs were spread, with her body securing a position between them. Like her sister, she got right to the action at hand. Bending down, moving my hands away from the area, tipping my hard filled cock out of the way, her mouth began accosting my pussy. Her tongue softly and slowly caressed my love lips and teased my clit. Then, one at a time her fingers entered into me, and took a few dives inside me. One finger, then two, then three. In, out, in, out, then. Four fingers filled my hole, and began stretching me. I felt her entire hand sliding into me, lubricating itself as it descended into my love cave. Beyond my control, my hands planted themselves on the back of her head, my voice screaming with pleasure. I heard the word “YES” being repeated over and over again. Witnessing my approval of her action, she eagerly quickened her actions. Not long afterward, her fingers made a fist.

That's when I began arching my hips in time with her fisting. A new word flew from my mouth. “More, more, more”, I heard. Debbie was more then happy to accommodate me. Deeper, deeper, deeper, she plunged her arm. I attempted to restart my hand job, but failed. Debbie crawled around the bed so I could reach her honey pot with my fingers. I mainlined her until she came, much to soon. Her body was already primed and ready for an orgasm, when I began touching her love lips. Her body tightened up like a overstretched rubber band, then let loose. Her overwhelming waves of passion postponed my pleasure, because before it was over, she got up, licked some of my juice off her arm and hand, staggered to her feet, and made her way slowly out of the room. Leaving me dazed, confused, and very horny. My frustration was in a place I had never been before. All my emotions were surfacing at once. I was sad, confused, happy, excited, frustrated, etc..

After a short time, I couldn't stay awake, and began to doze off. That's when a third figure stood in the doorway. The shadow of this woman was that of a shapely adult. It stood there in the dim light allowing me to enjoy her silhouette. I watched, as she placed her hands between her spread stanced legs, her hands moving, like she was playing with herself. Her hands moved up to her ample breasts, then up above her head, resting them on the door frame. She opened her eyes, placing their gaze squarely on me. I still don't know how, or why, but I could see her eyes in the darkness of the room. They were large enticing eyes, like nothing I'd ever seen. I stared back at her as if I were in a trance. I raised my arms to welcome her to my body. Slowly crossing the room toward me, my want for her became a need, turned into a craving. Again, the word “Yes” crossed my lips.

“I am Sandra, I want you.” Cathy's mom said to me.

“Yes”, I said, as my aching arm strained out to touch her body. Her hands took mine, guiding them to her boobs. She crawled on top of me, grabbed my hard cock, placing it at the mouth of her wet waiting pussy. Plunging down over my cock, she took me within her. Then it was up and down, up, and down. Then leaning down over me, suspending herself with her hands, she urged me.

“Drink of me” she said. After I had no reaction, she repeated.”Drink of me”

I took her left boob into my hands, then her left nipple into my mouth. She was lactating, a sweet nectar. The moment I swallowed, I had to have more. I sucked harder and harder, drinking more and more of her milk. My throat was parched, her milk, my salvation. She maneuvered her right nipple to my gaping mouth. I sucked on that one for awhile, until her gyrations got stronger and more intense. It was like we were both climbing the same mountain, racing each other to the summit. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, as she began to repeat a phrase over and over. I couldn't make out the words, but didn't care, at that point. Sitting back up, grabbing her boobs, squeezing them, and repeating the words louder and louder. The words were not spoken in English. Just then, as she dropped down my shaft, her arm thrust out, with fingers extended. She screamed something, then Orgasmed. I did too. I have never felt such an orgasm since. I remember her climbing off me and the bed, and walk out of the room. Then it all went black. I feel into a deep coma like sleep.

When I woke the others were watching TV. I poured myself a cup of coffee, joined them in the living room, not saying a word about the activities of the night before. The three of them were quiet too. We all kissed at the bus station as I boarded for home. We never talked of that night, ever.

Happy Halloween
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a non-erotic halloween story
Posted:Oct 29, 2013 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2013 5:47 pm
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someone to watch over me


A friend, of a friend, of my moms, was up at church telling all about her hose needing to be blessed by a priest. My mom listened in, and told the lady that maybe I could help her. That's how I met Sharon and her family. Quite a few miles down route 51 south and down a road to the left. There sits a beautiful house that's been occupied by the same family for four generations. Three of the four generations lived there before Sharon moved back in, after her mom's death. She brought her family. Dave her husband all four , and others have experienced sounds in the house when it should have been quiet. That wasn't the real reason Sharon wanted my help,it was her youngest little girl. Three year old Becky had an unusual habit when she went to sleep. I showed up on the arranged day and time when Sharon was the only one home. she took me up to the little girls bedroom. It was a small room with one window, it had the family crib, a dresser, a very large old toy chest and the family heir-loom rocking chair. All crammed into the tiny room. The chair was ornate and had been hand crafted four generations ago, and given as a gift to great-grandma on the birth of her first . It had a lot of stories to tell, I'm sure. But none today. Sharon lifted the lid to the toy box and showed me a hand painted picture of Alice in Wonderland. it was age worn too, and the subject of our haunting. You see, great-grandma Beverly comes to see little Becky, and little Becky sees great-grandma. She doesn't like to sleep in her bed. Becky's been found many a night laying curled up on the toy box, pillow and blanket at hand.

When asked why she was sleeping on the toy box she said."Grandma likes it when I fall asleep on her lap. she sits on the old toy box and I lay in her lap as she hums me a song, and I go to sleep.” Well it seemed little Becky had herself an imaginary friend, or did she. I suggested they get a baby monitor system. Keep one on in Becky's room and one in the master bedroom. I also suggested to get a recorder to confirm any sounds they might hear, and hear sounds they did. They heard Becky's voice. then they heard another voice.

When they heard the second voice, they stopped getting ready for bed, and stopped in their tracks. Sharon began to cry. Her eyes filling with tears as memories of her childhood flooded her thoughts. the humming that they were listening to was a song her mother had hummed to her so many years ago as she crossed over into dreamland as she, sat on the old toy box. Brahms lullaby was softly floating from the speaker of the monitor. "Lullaby and goodnight,”Sharon sat down on the bed and just listened. Her husband dashed to Becky's bedroom, to see who was singing the song. As he rounded the corner into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scene before him was confusing him. What he heard did not match what he saw. Fore there before him was his darling little girl sound asleep on the toy box. Her pillow was tucked under her head and her blanket wrapped snugly about her. She was alone in the room. Sharon sat there for a long minute after her husband left the room, and after the singing stopped. Then she got up and staggered down the hall. Dave was just standing in the bedroom doorway. He turned to her, his face pale, and drained of all color. She peaked into the room, and saw the same thing that her husband did. Confusion struck her too. That night Becky spent the night asleep between mommy and daddy, in the big bed. The next day Sharon called me and told me about the series of events that transpired the evening before. she invited me to their home for dinner that evening if i could make it. oh, i could make it OK. She asked me if i liked pirogies. I don't like them, I love them. It was a wonderfully prepared dinner, complete with some homemade Italian red wine. It turns out that the events of last night were not the first sounds they had heard. it was only the first time they had heard the gentle loving words of a sleepy-bye song. Now came my dilemma. How do I ask Becky the important questions only she could answer? I didn't want to call Pete, so iIcalled a reincarnation/hypnotist I knew then , and still know. He is one of the best in his field in the world. We spent more time then we should have on the phone. but he gave me the answers and technique to talk to little Becky. after I convinced Sharon and her husband no harm would come to Becky. They let Becky sleep in her own room after three nights of squishing her in their bed. no more singing had been heard for three nights. That's not to say that Becky slept in her bed, or that footsteps weren't still heard making their way down the hall. Sleep for Sharon, was becoming a more precious thing, due to lack of it. We set a date on which to meet next. I asked Sharon to gather all the family pictures that have aunts and grandmas in them, but to not let Becky see them.

The next Sunday we got back together. It was getting warmer and the early flowers were coming out. Becky was in a great mood. She wasn't sure what to make of me as mommy and daddy's new important friend. Sharon clued me in as to who was in what picture. then we invited Becky into the kitchen.

We began playing sort of a game. "I started sleeping on our couch when I was five. Do you have a favorite place to sleep?"

Becky was more then happy to tell me,"I like to sleep on grandma's lap, on the toy chest."
I asked her when she started doing this and she said. "Well it was back when we went around and got candy on Halloween. she comes to me sometimes. she's old."

“If you saw a picture of her could you show us? "yep" She said, with conviction. I spread the bunch of the photos Sharon had given me over the kitchen table. Sharon lifted Becky standing her on a chair to see the pictures. She looked them over for long minutes. Then she picked out a photo as I would pick out one of my mom.

"That's her, I know it." Becky yelled proudly, picking up the picture.

We sat there stunned for a moment. It wasn't a picture of her grandma. We told her she had done a great job picking out grandma's picture. She was lifted down and told to go watch the cartoon movie they had recorded on TV for her. Sharon came back and about fell into her chair. IT WASN"T Becky's grandma, it was Sharons. Over the next ten minutes I was told all that Sharon could remember about her grandma. then the movie was put on pause and we asked Becky about when grandma comes to see her. We all assured her, seeing grandma was OK as long as she didn't go outside. She told us how grandma just shows up sitting on the toy box with her arms open. She climbs out of bed with her blanket and pillow and falls asleep on grandma's lap. grandma sings her a song as she goes to sleep. then when she wakes-up, grandma's gone. Her telling of the events matched what we knew. I asked Sharon if she wanted me to get rid of grandma?

She said "No what's one more family member in the house, now that we know who it is." Becky saw grandma dozens of times over the next to years, and then she appeared less and less. Soon grandma was just a memory. The family begged me not to make it known to the public, and i have fulfilled my promise. You see, not all ghosts are bad.
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I can't see you
Posted:Oct 16, 2013 2:41 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2013 2:44 pm
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I know it's been many months, here's a Halloween story for you.
I Can't SeeYou

Is the house really haunted? For real?
"Of course it's real Mr. Hoffman. Roy Quel is a man of honor and integrity. I
wouldn't lie to you. But it's going to cost you 5,000 dollars more."Roy says, convincingly.

"We'll call it home improvement, now you just sign here, and you'll have the
haunted house your wife wants so very badly. Of course the ghosts are invisible,
and you might not always see the things they do, but they'll, do things. You and
your wife will be very happy here. You know what they say: when momma's happy,
everybody's happy."

With that vote of confidence, Mr. Hoffman signed the mortgage papers to his
new house. Tonight he would present the deed to his new bride, Sarah. They would have
their very own haunted house. Haunted houses were Realtor Roy Quel's specialty.
Some of the houses are haunted by, some kind ghosts, some poltergeists, some with demons from hell. It's all about what the customer wants. Lies, lies, lies, lies, but who
cares, nobody. No one gets hurt by Roy's lies to his house hunters, who are
willing to pay extra for a specifically possessed house. What's a few thousand
dollars between friends. As long as he's the one getting the money, nobody cares,
or has to know. Ah, but I know, and I care, and so do some of my friends. .

I've been watching you for a long time now Mister Quel, you've been telling lies
and cheating your for years now, just so you could make a little money.
Telling unsuspecting customers you have only a few truly haunted houses, how
wrong that is, in so many ways, on so many levels. Telling them that the home
has invisible ghosts who do invisible things, for shame Mr. Quel, for shame. You
have besmirched the reputations of genuine spirits who are stuck here, each to
complete a task before they move on. Mister Roy Quel, do you know the meaning of Karma?
Soon you will Mr. Quel, ha ha, soon you will.

Roy was the last one to leave the office that night. He had to make sure
everybody at the office, and all the coming in, knew he'd sold
another house, nobody else in the office could sell.

"Going to Day's tonight Roy?" I whisper in his ear.

Day's was the local tavern two blocks away, where Roy enjoys a few drinks,
and sharing his endless string of lies. He makes sure everybody listens too, the other patrons enjoy seeing him leave. Of course he didn't hear me, and he'll
think it's his idea so he can brag some more."Buy a round for everyone there,
that is, only if a few guys are there."

Good boy, we're here at your favorite watering hole. In a few minutes you'll
be telling anyone who'll listen, and some who don't have a choice but to hear
about your conquest. And in a few hours I and my friends will begin teaching you
a lesson. My name is unimportant, and so is where I'm from, you can call me K.




Roy had an unusual way of getting up in the morning. I don't understand how he did it. Men are supposed to have a difficult time jacking off when they have to piss. But somehow he did it. Every morning he woke up with his morning wood. You guys know what I mean. When you have to relieve your bladder, first thing in the morning, you wake up with a hard-on. Well Roy took advantage of his morning stiffy, and began his day with a quicky, courtesy of his left hand. Within seconds of waking up, Roy's stroking away on his hard cock. I wonder what he thought about as he pounded away on himself? I'll just take a quick look inside his thoughts. Yuck, my god Roy, you are quite the pervert. He was fantasizing about doing a foursome with a young woman, her mother, and her grandmother. Roy you just gave me an idea, thanks. I exited his impossible dream, and let him alone with himself.

As Roy's three women pleased him in a variety of ways, his grip on his dick became tighter, and his stroking faster. He began talking dirty to himself, out loud. I tried not to listen, but his requests for the women to kiss each other, lick pussies, and fist each other, couldn't be ignored. Then he did something that surprised even me. Roy reached into a drawer in the bedside table, pulled out a vibrator, activated it, and proceeded to do some ass play. In no time at all, it was vibrating in his ass, as he pulled and pushed on it. He began pleading for grandma to fuck him harder, and harder. Fortunately for me, he's a couple minute man, and was soon spurting cum all over himself. I'll have nightmares about this for weeks.

I watched Roy shower, then shave in front of the mirror where he has lies
stuck up on sticky notes all over it's frame. You and I might call them affirmations, but for
Roy, each one is a lie he believes to be the truth. Then he dressed, put on way to much of
his British Leather cologne, and was ready for another day of cheating and
defrauding people. But today has a little surprise in store for him. After the
morning office meeting in which he made sure the other Realtors knew he was
number one in sales. Roy had the new girl get him a cup of coffee, black with
four sweeteners, and sat down to review his perspectives(suckers) for the day.
An old woman, hunched over, wearing an old dirty wrinkled dress, and scuffed up
worn out work boots, knocked on his open office door.

"Mr. Quel?" she inquired.

Roy looked up at her and saw, not the old lady, but a mark, someone to take
advantage of. "I'm Roy Quel, the best of the best, and you are?"

" Ms. Dalver, Mr. Quel, Loretta Dalver, come to see you 'bout sellin' my
property, and what's left of my homestead."

How sweet to people you are when you smell money, Roy. Now you're all smiles and
friendly until the deed is done(no pun intended). Oh I'm going to enjoy this so
much, he so much has this coming to him.

Opportunity Knocks

"Mr. Quel, may I sit?" Loretta asked as she sat down, whether he approved
or not. Over the next hour, she explained how the family farm and homestead has
been handed down from generation to generation, her family owned the property since
before it was even in a state. "It's in the state of Pennsylvania you know?"

It belonged to her older brother, who's dead now, and finally to her. She was
the last one in her family line, and it all ends with her. She wants to get a
fair price for it all, keep enough money to get by for the rest of her life in a
senior community, and give the rest to charity.

"Some big subdivision making company wants to divide it up for lots of
families. I figure I can sell those families the land for next to nothin' to
help 'em out ya know, with the bad economy an' all.. I need you to go out
to the farm, then tell me how much you think it's worth, then sell it for me.
Can you do all that?"

If it wasn't for Roy's poker face, that doesn't fool me, I'd swear he was
having an orgasm. "Well of course Ms. Dalver, I can do all that for you, and
more. There would only be a bit of a fee for my time and expenses. I want to be
kind to those families too."

Loretta reached into her raggedy purse and pulled out a yellowing piece of
paper. With frail trembling hands, she passed it to Roy. "This is the map to get
to the farm so you don't get lost. You have to be very careful on those back
country roads. One wrong turn and....oh I'm just goin' on. I'll be back in three
days to sign any papers. You can't call me cause I don't have a telephone. See
you in three days Mr. Quel, I trust it will be enough time for you to get your
estimate. Good day to you sir." With that said, Loretta turned and walked out
the front door.

As soon as the old lady disappeared outside the front door, Roy began
jumping up and down with joy."Did you see her, did you see her? She's my new
sugar mama 'til I'm done with her."

But nobody else saw her, they had all been to busy doing important things.
Roy was so excited he had all his appointments for the afternoon canceled, and
compared the hand drawn map on the old paper with the big industrial one on the
wall of the lunch room. He found The location of the property, and programed it
into his G.P.S. and hurried out the door. There wasn't a moment to loose.

He drove so fast I could hardly keep up with him, but I did, and so did my
young friend Loretta. He got there in about an hour and ten minutes. I'm glad he
didn't kill himself on the country roads, Would have been such a waste, and I
wouldn't be able to.....oh no, not yet. He pulled up to what was left of the old
driveway, and circled around to where the and buggy used to stay parked. He
climbed out of his expensive sports car, took his jacket off and threw it
onto the seat. He loosened his tie and began walking toward the foundation of
the old house. It was a beautiful September day in the Allegheny mountains . The air was just
starting to get that crispy smell to it, but the sun still warmed your skin.

That's strange, he thought, as he smelled the aroma of the sweet apple pie.
Loretta had set the pie on the kitchen window sill to cool. He surmised he shouldn't smell it because he couldn't see any houses anywhere near, and the last one he passed
was about three miles back. But it smelled so close, and so welcoming.

He followed the scent with his nose. Now Roy felt he was right in
front of the pie. But all he can see are weeds, and what's left of an old
foundation. The house had been built in a long straight shape east to west so
the wind and breezes could flow through the house, cooling it. He reached out
anyway and touched something not there. What he was touching, felt like an old
wooden window sill with chipped paint? He reached to the left on the sill when.
OW! he had stuck the fingers of his left hand in something very hot. He pulled
them out, swinging his right hand to grab his left wrist he hit the pie, knocking it to
the ground. It was then, when the pie broke open as it splattered on the ground
he realized, it was indeed an apple pie. His ears and nose must be deceiving him. It's not possible but there it was, an invisible pie sitting at his feet. He bent down and could feel the heat rising from it. He licked a finger on his left hand and, damn, it was apple pie, an
invisible apple pie.

Try to wrap your reality around that quandary my boy. Now comes the part I really
like, the part where you get what's coming to you. Go right ahead and reach out
again and feel around. Go ahead, I know it's what you want to do. Oh yes, that's
a good boy, feel around the outside wall near the window. Feel the wood, and the
chipping paint, the nails holding the wood planks to the frame of the house you
can't see. You can smell it, and touch it, and,.....
." What's that? Roy thought as he strained his eyes trying to look closer.

Roy was feeling his way to his left along the outside wall of the wooden
house he couldn't see. The only reason he wasn't running toward his car and
driving away from this confusion, was his love of money. That's when he suddenly heard music from somewhere. He knows the tune, he's heard it somewhere before, but where?. It
sounded as though it were being played on an old wind up phonograph with the big
cone speaker like they had way back at the turn of the last century. His hands
kept roaming along the wall, around the corner of the invisible house and
proceeding down the south side walking westward. Coming to another window sill
he ran his hand over the window panes. Suddenly a stinging sensation caused him
to pull his hand back. Staring at his hand, his eyes grew larger and larger as
he witnessed blood beginning to drip out of a cut on his right hand made by a
broken piece of broken glass still in the invisible window frame.

Damn that hurts, he thought, his disbelief growing weaker and weaker, as
each of his senses became aware of the building's existence. Taking a
handkerchief out of the back pocket of his slacks, he wrapped it around the cut to
slow the bleeding. Proceeding slowly down the side of the unseen house he
confronted, actually falls into, the front porch. Ha, ha, ha, oh this is more
amusing then I had hoped. I'm sorry, he's just providing me with more
entertainment then I've had in months, so funny. I'll let him decide what to do
next, with no help from me, in fact I'll let him find out for himself from now
on. Let's see how Roy does on his own. OK Roy, my boy, time to do your own thing.

He let out a loud yelp as the shin of his left leg slams against the
invisible floorboards of the porch. As he grabbed and rubbed his pained leg he heard
a woman's voice come from inside the house." You should be more careful where
you walk Roy." she said laughingly.
"Who's there, who's there.", the words escaped
his mouth before he even thought of saying them.

Roy looked around but saw nobody anywhere near. Now, finally he's getting
frightened. First, he's discovered an invisible house, then smelled and tasted a
freshly baked invisible apple pie, then heard the music playing, and now a young woman's
voice. After quickly regaining his whit and cool arrogant composure, and
straightening his shirt, he called out to the unseen voice.

Where oh where

"Where are you, I can't see you, who are you? The words faded in the openness.

Oh, you think you're so very cool, don't you Roy?I thought as he hectically
turned his head from side to side, searching for the source of the voice. I
thought for a second his head would turn all the way around, like that possessed
girl in that old exorcism movie.

"OK, Loretta”I said. “Open the door and let him see inside our house." I'm glad only
she can hear me and not him, it's so much more fun that way.

Before Roy spots the front door opening, he heard a squeaking sound
coming from the un-oiled hinge, I've been neglecting. Oh well, I've got eternity to get it done, first things first. As Roy spun his head around, he stared at an invisible door swinging open, to reveal the interior of the house, which he could see.

It was like looking at ocean waves as they crash on the rocks, through a
window with a mural of a desert painted on the wall around it. A colorful
interior of a well kept, inviting home, appeared in mid-air, about two feet off
the ground with brown weeds surrounding it. From where he stood he could see
a flight of stairs extending its way to the second floor. There was a beautiful Tiffany
style lamp on a small table off to the side at the bottom of the stairs.

It was then Roy saw four delicate fingers wrap themselves around the edge of
the door, and begin to pull the door as wide open as it could go. From around
two thirds of the way up the side of, and from behind the front door, peeked the
face of a woman. She's a middle aged lady of about forty-five or fifty years old,
and attractive for her age. Her big blue eyes stared at Roy, as he stood in shock,
not knowing what to do next. Her smile was soft and warm and just the right size
for her face. Her hair was long, black, and was pulled back, in a pony tail,
with a large red ribbon tied in a bow.

Straightening up his hair and trying to look his best, he pulled in his
stomach and said,"I'm lost, could you help me find my way to the old Dalver
homestead?" The fear and confusion he had felt moments ago as washing away, like
soap rinsing off your body when you take a shower. Hell, he wasn't even afraid
anymore, his macho man instinct was taking over. After all, he thought, he was
god's gift to women.

"This is the Dalver homestead sir, and what might your business be with
it?",she inquired, as she stepped the rest of the way from behind the invisible door,
into Roy's view.

The long cream colored dress she worn shone like the toga of an angel,
it's short puffy sleeves and full long flowing skirt, looked as though she
belonged in the movie "Gone With The Wind". But her taste in clothes didn't
matter, hopefully she'll be out of them by afternoons end. Her feet were
shoeless and flawless, so touchable. All he wants now, is to get her to go to bed
with him, and he'll lie to her if he had too, no big deal.

"An older woman came to me earlier today, she asked me to come out and evaluate the
property." he exclaimed, approaching the front edge of the porch he
couldn't see, not daring to step up into mid-air.

"That woman must have been my mother, she's harmless, but you can't believe a
word she says. No disrespect meant though."

Roy's eyes were getting tired of staring so he looked away for just a
moment. She was missing from the doorway when he looked back."Where are you,
don't go?" His foot stepped onto the porch he can't see, and stopped there, in
mid-air. Stomping his right foot on the invisible planks,they made a pounding
sound. It was real, he thought, but didn't quite know how.

Then her unseen voice called from somewhere in the house."I'm takin' the
other apple pie out of the oven, be right back."

Her voice sounded younger and sweeter then when she was at the front door,it
must be the acoustics, he thought. Now as she returns to her doorway they were
only about ten feet apart. His mouth may lie but his eyes don't. It wasn't she who returned, but a stunning young girl of about twenty years. She was a younger version of her mother. And she had the same hair and was wearing the same dress only newer, and bow in her hair. She looked real, and so did the things in the house.

"Well I can speak for my grandmother and my mother Mr. Roy"

"Well I do have a few questions I need answered, why don't you come out here
and we can discuss them, that's why I'm here?"

"No thank you sir, but you could come into the house. I can answer you questions over a glass of milk and some fresh warm home made apple
pie."

Roy stood there and considered her generous offer."This could be the property
deal you've been waiting for, so you can retire from the real estate business.
Imagine not having to work with those low level salespeople ever again.
Especially those stuffy women who all think they're to good for you. You could
retire, and not worry about your buyers coming back and tell you they don't have
invisible ghosts in their houses. With every word she said, and every sentence
she finished, Roy stepped closer to her.

" You know Mr.Roy, you're a good lookin' guy, and we could get together whenever we
wanted to, if we didn't have to be concerned with you leavin' and workin'. All you have to do
is come into the house, sit and have some pie and we'll make you a great deal.
You want to make me happy don't you?"

Roy ignored the little voice inside him telling him not to step inside, that something's
not right. She was right, he was a good lookin' guy, to a woman who knows class
when she sees it. And he so wanted to make her happy, his way. She reached out
her delicate hand to take his, and he reached out to grasp hers. They touched!
It was like a bolt of lightning surging through his body as she half pulled him
through the doorway. As soon as his eyes adjusted to being out of the bright
sun, he gazed around the house, turning his back to her. While he took in the
pristine surroundings of a house decorated with items from the turn of the last
century, he inquired as to her name.

Without telling him she turned him around to face her, ran her fingers through his hair, telling him how very long it's been since a man like him has had his way with her.
“You do know how to take a woman don't you Mr. Quel, don't you?” she asked. I didn't want to invade their romantic encounter, so I left.. Later, she related some of the details to me. I remember her saying, Roy looked shocked at first, but after she slid from the dress, and unbuttoned his shirt, he got the idea. “Let's do it on the stairs,” she requested.

“Aren't you worried about your mother or grandmother?” Roy inquired.

“It's all about the thrill, isn't it? They can join us if they want. Would that be alright with you?”

Never imagined

It had always been Roy's fantasy to do three family females. He couldn't believe his luck.
He was pushing her down onto the steps, kissing her, undoing his pants, and trying to feel her up, all at once. She took over undoing his belt and pants, as his fingers flipped her young firm titties out from under their prisons. Her nipples were puffy, mooney ones, his favorite kind. She turned over, telling him to take her without looking at her face. He was more then happy to oblige. Her ass stuck up, asking to be fucked. He felt her pussy first, to make sure it was wet. Roy discovered she was a late bloomer, by the feel of peach fuzz soft hair between her legs. This was too good to be true, but here she was. His cock was more then ready, and he slid it into her.

“That's it Roy, make me feel every inch of your luscious manliness . It's not really a sin if we're not looking at each other.” informing him of her rational. He fucked her as long and as hard as he could. The excitement of someone catching them was intense. In about two minutes he popped his load on her back. She didn't orgasm, and told him it was okay, only his pleasure was important.

“I like the way you think, miss.”

I wanted to bitch slap him right then and there. But I controlled myself.

When she turned back around to face him, he fell down the two bottom stairs. It wasn't the young facing him, it was the middle age mother. How, what, how, he asked.

"Loretta, Mr.Roy don't you remember, my name is Loretta" As she spoke the words her voice changed, it went from honey sweet to an older, more sensual one. He'd never let go of her, as he turned around and saw nobody around them. "Welcome to your fate Mr. Roy Quel. Your lies and arrogance have finally caught up to you. Let me go get us some pie and cold milk, you'll feel better after you eat something." She held his hand giving it a comforting pat. They redressed, then she walked away.

As soon as Loretta let go of his hand and walked away, Roy ran toward the
still open doorway. Suddenly his hands grabbed onto the door frame to stop his
body from leaving. There was nothing out there, he couldn't see anything. He
couldn't see any of the trees that were nearby. He didn't see his expensive car,
where was his car? The old Loretta returned with the pie and milk.
Looking away from the door his eyes fixed on the woman. When she got closer he
moved toward her swung his arm out and hit the tray with the snack out of her
hands. Apple pie and milk flew all over the place, making a mess.

"What's going on here? Where's my expensive car?And how did you make the stuff outside
go away?" Roy screamed as he began to see his situation, as it is, now.

Loretta knelt down and began to clean up the food and plates and glasses on the
floor. Fortunately nothing had broken."Don't worry Mr. Quel, we'll have lots of time
to talk." Taking a hand towel, she began rubbing the apple from his pants. Not so inadvertently passing across his cock, with the cloth, she began squeezing the bulge inside his pants. We think he might have tried to stop the old Loretta, but we're not sure. She unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out of his underwear, and began sucking on it while she was still on her knees. He was in shock for a few moments, but soon held the back of her head as she sucked him off. She was quite the tease, with all her kissing and licking. Sooner then she wanted, he came again, his cum falling into the towel she'd been cleaning with. Then she turned her attention back to the mess on the floor. She picked up what she could with her hands and placed the tray on the small table near the bottom of the stairs. "Please wait until I get a broom and dust pan to sweep up this mess. "Wouldn't want anyone to slip and fall now, would we?"

Saying that, she walked down the hall toward the kitchen. That Loretta, didn't return with broom in hand, the young one did. Roy still stood in the front doorway staring out
into the invisible nothingness. Loretta put down the broom and dustpan, walked
over and placed her hand on his right shoulder, and in a sweet comforting voice
began explaining what was going on.

"You see Mr. Roy Quel, you have been earning bad Karma for most of your pathetic
life. And you know the old saying, 'You'll Get What's Coming To You Sooner Or
Later?” Well Mr. Quel it's your time to get back what you've put into life. All
those lies you've been telling all your about invisible ghosts, where
there are none. Then there's all the other lies and abuses you have subjected
to those around you . Then there IS your arrogance, need I say more? This is
where you'll live now."

"You lied to me." he screamed."You lied to me." She grabbed his hand firmly,
and dragged him into the plush living room. As they walked toward the living
room she changed from the young girl, into the middle age woman, and then into
the old lady. Her whole body and face changed. But she still wore the same
beautiful dress. Only the dress aged as she did. Now it was stained, tattered,
and as old as she looked. She took him by the shoulders and sat him down on the
wood trimmed couch.

"You see Mr. Quel, My guy friend, who's already made your acquaintance, his name is, Master Karma, and we are The three fates, my name is, Loretta."

Suddenly he hears voices outside, two men and a woman. They were familiar
voices, they were the voices of his co-workers. He could just make out what
they were saying. He jumps up and runs toward the door, gazes out, but still
can't see them.

"Where's Roy gone to? The police and the search parties have been looking
for him for days."

"I don't know Mary, or why he left his car out here, in the middle of a field."

Roy screamed out their names at the top of his lungs, into the invisible emptiness but no
one answered.

"It's been four days and there's still no sign of him, they're going to quit looking for him come dusk today. Then he'll be put on the missing persons list." Peter said.

"Why can't they hear me, I can hear them?" Roy pleaded.

"We are in a place where there is no time, or space as you know it, all you know has no
relevance in this house. All you once knew, is forever gone. Now if you'll come with me,
we'll give you a tour of your new home, and say our goodbyes. You see Mr. Quel, we don't live here, only you do, only you.”

She took him by the arm and lead him again into the living room. Her touch wasn't comforting, any more. He still wanted to take her to bed. With everything weird going on, he was still a dog.

"I'll be over later,for a slice of that apple pie, Loretta" I whisper to her. Then I reviewed my list of other bad Karma makers, who's times are up. "Let's see, where is your name?"
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Pucker UP
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Then the item in my butt crack began sliding up and down in a slow rhythmical motion. There was no tension between it and me, as it moved smoothly across my skin. After about a dozen passes, the strokes became longer, on the downward move. It was at this time I felt the end of it sort of flip over so the other side of it now rubbed past my ass hole, on the up swing. I hope I made this feeling clear. It felt like your cock was sliding too far down, having the head reach the little area between my asshole and pussy, and almost slipping into my pussy, then just sliding up again on the top side of your cock, Then going to the very top of my crack, and the head flipping past. Then once again sliding the back side of your cock along my crack. I decided it a real cock on a real guy. I began to imagine what you looked like. Can you imagine the situation. The room is dimly lit, Mother Amber is standing there in front of you and some other guy, who's kneeling beside you. Brandy and I are between you and her, with our asses high. Your hands grasping my hips. Mother Amber is your Mother/Teacher too. This is just as much for you as it is for me. You'd swear every time you see her, she becomes more sensual. She's voluptuous, with not a bit of fat. Her torso was compact, and her legs long for her height. She was naked except for her dark blue high heeled, thigh high boots, and two dark blue cuffs on her wrists, not unlike cuffs on a mans dress shirt. And a cat-o-nine tails whip. She holds tightly in her hand, just in case she needs it. Her pale skin glistening with sweat and her long pointed, blue nails making her hands look like they belong to the evilest of witches. Her boobs round and firm, with dark pinger nipples. Your cock feels so hard as you tease my ass, I'd bet it hurts, from being that hard.. But it's all oiled up and moves effortlessly up and down my ass crack.

“Now boys, no need to hurry. I want you to feel their cheek muscles flex and relax as your head passes over the no mans land between the entrance and exit. Make note, of how it gets more and more sensitized with each pass.” Mother instructs you. “Now I want you to complete your stroke, up and down the outside of their pussies too. NOT inside. Beginning at the bottom back, then past the lips to gently tap the clit with your head, then back down and up her crack til your head reaches the top of it. That's good, that's right. Make her squirm for more. Girls, hold back your body reaction as long as you can. Make him beg for your asshole. Make his cock ache for you.” Mother orders us.

As the head of your cock reached my clit for the first time, you hesitated, knowing something felt different. You reached under my waist feeling for something, grabbed my firm dick. That new found knowledge however, did not deter you. You let go of it and kept doing what Mother told you to do.

I can feel you getting anxious, I know I am. I want to slam my ass up against your cock, so bad. I've never wanted to be butt fucked so much in my entire life. I feel like I'm creaming all over. I hear Brandy beginning to moan, as she tries to do what she's been told.

“Stop on your down stroke, with your head in the sweet spot between her holes. When I say the word now, then, wait for it,,,,, NOW” She commands.

You both stop in unison. Then after about ten seconds. I felt the ice cold stream of liquid, fall on my ass hole and crack. You feel it too, I'm sure. What a shock to the body, my asshole and pussy both puckered up. I fought off my scream. Brandy couldn't suppress hers. I didn't hear any sounds from you guys. I don't know if it was you, me, or both of us, shuttering from the cold. Neither of us moved from our positions though. It must have been painful for you, knowing it was happening. Then she told you.

“Fuck them up the ass, NOW.” She screamed.

Through all the shivering and puckering, I welcomed your cock up my ass. By this time I could resist no more, and began thrusting my ass back to meet your cock, as you pounded in and out of me. Mother Amber had no complaints, which was good, because I couldn't not push against you. I wanted that cock, and wanted it bad. The pounding went on for a good five minutes or so. You'd slow down at times, or speed up. I'd hear the occasional grunt from one of us. We weren't allowed to speak words per-say. It felt like I had a clit and G-spot both rolled into one in my ass, and the tip of your dick was tapping it every time we bumped. Brandy and the other guy began speeding up, faster and faster. Pounding harder and harder. They were getting ready to cum. Then he screamed first. He didn't stop, but he did scream. Within a couple of slowing strokes Brandy let out a kind of a yelp, and collapsed on the floor, with him falling beside her. I can hear you begin to grunt, and feel you push harder. I did too, grunt and push. It was then I couldn't take any more, and gripped my cock and began jacking off. I want to time it just right if I can. My own cock stroking became frantic. I let out a blood curtailing scream and pounded so hard up to you, I was sure I'd break your dick, and jerked mine so hard I hoped not to break mine. I squirted all over the place. Pussy and cock fluids soon drenched the floor under, and around us. I'm sure it was difficult for you to remain kneeling up straight, because of the wetness. A few strokes later you explode up my ass with such force, I could almost taste your cum. By then I couldn't keep myself in my upright position any longer either. I collapsed down on my side, and remember you falling next to me, a moment later. As I was passing out to sleep, like you guys do after sex, I felt a blanket being flung over us.

Mother Amber's voice telling us, “Sleep now my , rest and remember your Mother” Then everything went black.

Again, I'm not sure what time it is, or how long I've be asleep. A awoke to Brandy riding him cowgirl and you giving me a slow hand job. Not being one to waste a good jacking off. I lay there and let you. Mother was not in the room, and the lights were a little brighter. We seemed to be on our own, to do as we pleased. After I shot my load again. I reached behind me and found your cock, stroked it awhile until it got really hard, still without looking at your face.

Do you remember that. I still wanted more, too. I raised my knee to widen my gap, and guided your cock between my legs, into my pussy. You proceeded to fuck me from behind, on our sides slow and easy. You did it so very well. Brandy and her guy came and she was sucking on him, while we watched. You kept hitting my G-spot over and over again. I was so sensitive I could have screamed. It only took a few minutes for me to have a nice intense, quiet cum, that put me in just the right place. So not to leave you hanging. I gave you a great deep throat BJ, and swallowed. Mother still, had not shown up. We staggered over to her throne, where all our clothes were in four neat piles. There was a note on the cushion of her chair. It read.

“Thank you all for being well mannered , and performing your best for Mother. I am proud of each one of you. I hope you have learned from Mothers little lesson. Take your new knowledge with you. Let that which you have experienced here enrich your lives. Always remember. Mother Amber may be watching.” ps I am gone. You know the way out.

We looked at one another, got dressed, and us girls went to the bathroom to get presentable. When Brandy and I returned, you and him had already left, without saying goodbye. We never spoke a word the whole time we were having sex. No names, nothin'. For some reason that idea was turning me on. We walked out the door, kissed goodbye, in silence. Turned in opposite directions and walked away from an unforeseeable 24 hours. The sun was beginning to set as I saw a phone outside a convenience store. I called a cab, rode back to the hotel. When I got back to my room, and phone, I let my friends know I was back safe. They came over to my room to ask me if I'd done anything exciting in the last 24 hours I was away.

I told them, “No I just met my new Step Mother”. They looked confused, shook their heads, and left.

I hope you enjoyed my memories. I got off a few times telling you about it. Love and Lust, Hotwitch2 More soon
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Lusting me, lusting you
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Lusting me, Lusting you

I don't really know how long I had dosed off. But I awoke to a handful of fingers wrapped around my firming cock. Mother Amber, sat regally in her chair, watching me. A seemingly young girl was the jacking me off. She looked to be only a , with her hair in pig tails, perky little titties, tight ass, and slender body. Not aged enough to have a well formed shape yet. She smiled at me, pulled on my dick, guiding me onto my back, not missing a stroke. Her other hand found my, already wet, pussy. Her fingers sliding easily in and out. My body was giving into the passion of my seduction, by a girl. I thought, “This is so hot”, as I leaned back to enjoy it.

“Mount Serina Brandy, mount her now. Take control of her. Lust for her, Serina, not just want her, or need her, or desire her. Your emotion is way past that level. Lust is the ultimate sexual emotion, beyond the five senses. Deep down from the animal still inside you. Controlled by your humanity, yearning to escape.”

As Brandy mounted me, I started to feel a strange sensation deep with-in me. Not emanating from any single place, but there, none the less. Suddenly my body had a mind of it's own. No sooner then she had my little head well placed between her wet lips. I grabbed her forearms and began to thrust up into her. Not an easy thrust, but a hard powerful push. She barely stayed connected with me. We were soon holding hands, with her sitting straight up, bouncing like a wild bronco rider, because I, was bucking like one. But it wasn't me, it was my body performing independently from my mind. I had done as I was told to do, and releasing something sexual inside me, I never knew existed. This lasted about five minutes when.

“Do you like how it feels Serina? It feels great, doesn't it? You control her pleasure, her pain, her needs, wants, satisfaction, or frustration. HALT, your bucking.” Mother Amber yelled out.

I stopped immediately, as told. Brandy turned her head toward Mother Amber. I wish I could have seen her hazel eyes. I'd bet daggers were aimed toward Mother.

“NO, NO, NO, you promised, you promised me you'd let me cum first.” She turned her attention back to me. Wrenching her hands from my grip, Brandy began pounding on me. “Fuck me, don't you want me? I lust for you, you lust for me. Make us cum. You don't need permission.” She kept repeating, while she flailed on me.

For some reason, unknown to me at the time, I was enjoying her frustration. It was turning me on more and more. But I would obey my Mother, I did need permission.

“Do you wish to please Brandy some more, Serina?” Mother asked me. “At a time of your choosing, you may continue, in this position only, and finish.” Then she sat back in her throne, to watch us continue.

I got a hold on Brandy's wrists, as she calmed down, gave me a pouting little girl smile, and asked me.

“Please don't stop, make me, us, cum, please.” She pleaded.

Those big hazel eyes began to well with tears as she asked. She leaned forward, reaching for my tits. I let her play with them for a few moments. She massaged my tits and pinched at my hard nipples. She looked so anxious, I wondered why, then, I realized, she was on the other end of the lust spectrum. I could feel the delay building inside of me. I wanted to pound her. I wanted to pound her hard, like an animal. She needed pounded, pounded like an animal. I began moving my hips up and down. Gently at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon I had lost all control again. We were fucking like wild animals in heat. Neither of us had any control at all. I let go of her hands, anchoring her at her thighs. Keeping her in place was difficult, as she was petite. But she made up for it by slamming down over my cock like a jackhammer instead of letting gravity do it. This let her hands free to squeeze her little titties and pinch her pretty pink pinging nipples.

We pounded for a long time. When I noticed her already big eyes, getting even larger, with animal noises coming from her mouth. I have no idea where she found the new burst of energy, but Brandy began pounding even harder, violently even. The control belonged to her now. Mother was letting here have control of our sex. We were lusting for each other, only she lusted more freely. Suddenly her face changed from cute and horny, to wild and filled with only one thought, LUST. She dug all her finger nails into my upper abdomen. I cringed in pain as she changed the angle of our thrusting. Now as she rose off me her vaginal muscles pulled me with her, only letting go of me on the decent. She began cumming, as she let out a sound that sounded more like an animal then human. A shutter of pleasure ran across her body time and time again, for about a minute. But she didn't stop. She didn't even hesitate, or slow down. She was addicted to orgasms. For real.

She had to have more. She began crying out.” I want more, I need more, give me more.” She kept on hammering away. I wasn't done either. The LUST within me hadn't dissipated. I still had to have more. I took control again, with my thrusting, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Then it was my turn. My cock prepared to let loose. I could feel it swelling to climax. My mouth began making the animal noises this time. It was as though I was next to me listening to me. I let out a howl, and came. I didn't stop either. We kept going at it. Soon afterward s I came like a woman, though I had not been penetrated. We had to be fucking on adrenalin. We were way past human sex. Our bodies were dripping with sweat. We had scratched ourselves and each other numerous times, during our orgasms. I never found out or figured out, how long we fucked without really stopping. I just know I've never come so hard, so many times, or had an insatiable partner, like Brandy. She had ridden me cowgirl and reverse cowgirl the whole time. The only two positions permitted. Control was hers at times, or mine, or shared. I gained control, lost control, and gave control away. Mother Amber always had her share of control over us both. Finally our pace slowed, our orgasms less often. Our bodies became ultra sensitive. Every inch of our skin screamed at the slightest sensation, or touch. Even the soft breeze of the fan sent shivers up and done our bodies.

Just as our bodies were about to give up. Mother Amber commanded both of us.

“Both of you, on all fours. Look at the floor, only. Do not turn your heads. Here is some water for you.”

A pair of female hands placed two water dishes on the floor at our heads. Both were filled with water, and we lapped it up like an animal would do. After a few minutes of rest, while we drank our water, the female hands retrieved the bowls. Mother Amber reiterated her last command. I felt a strong large hand, probably male, on each of my butt cheeks, grabbing at my hips. I noticed Mother Amber's boots with her legs still in them standing at our heads. One foot in front of each of us.

“Now, both of you, kiss my boots. Do not stop, until you receive permission.”

We bent down, leaning on our forearms on the floor, sticking our asses into the air. I felt something firm, warm, and wet, between my butt cheeks. It slid along my crack, coming to rest at my asshole. It was as though time had stood still. Whatever it was at the entrance to my ass, and I, and I presumed Brandy, stayed in that position for what seemed like a very long time. The anticipation was almost painful. Mother taunted us as the torture continued. Then with no warning at all. I heard her snicker, then.

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chapter two Mother Knows Best
Posted:Feb 7, 2013 2:09 am
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Mother Knows Best

We lay there basking in our sexual contentment. Amber sat back in her throne, unmoving, with her eyes closed. A satisfied smile crossed her face. I squeezed the last of my cum out of my cock, licking it from my fingers. I felt my wet spot beneath me, as I looked around for a towel or something to clean up after myself. Mother Amber must have heard me stirring. She opened her eyes, sat up pointing to an ornate wooden box sitting on the floor next to her chair, saying.

“Cleaning cloths are in here. You must clean me and my chair first. Come here and do so, Serina.” I crawled over to the box, pulled out a hand towel, and lifting her right leg to wipe her down. She pulled her leg out of my grip saying,”Not with that, with you hair and tongue.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but she held her finger up to her lips and shushed me. I hung the towel across the side of the box. She raised her leg and rested it on the arm of her chair, spreading her legs wide. I began licking the wetness that ran down her leg, grabbed my hair and rubbed it in the area I licked to dry it off. It took me a few, slow, minutes to lick my way to her knee and beyond. When I approached her shaven, tattooed pussy, she grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face deep between her legs. Her devil tattoo gave me pause, but not for long. I'd never seen anything like it before, and only one sort of like it since. It was an attractive female demon with her mouth open and it's long tongue stuck out. The tongue was inked around her pussy lips, so her pussy was the tongue. It was weird for the first lick or two. All I wanted to do is impress her with the use of my tongue. I wanted to please her with every flick, bite, or insertion of my tongue. I began slowly, making sure not to tongue touch her clit. Licking up and down her lips three or four times, then taking little bites. Just enough to get her attention. I heard her say, “yes” the first time, so continued to bite. Keeping away from her clit even when she tried leading my head and mouth to do so. I could feel her desire grow stronger and stronger. Then after about five or so minutes, she says to me.

“You tease, take me up the mountain by your chosen path.”

She was telling me to proceed as I wish, not by her orders. I began biting all around the area. My teeth closed in on the horns of the demon, on it's ears, and on her upper inner thighs. Then, at the time of my own choosing, I pulled her wet pussy open with both my hands, by pressing on the sides of the demon face, holding it's tongue wind open. I dragged my own tongue from the back giving her a little bit of a rim job, to the center of her pussy. As I passed her pleasure pit I inserted my tongue as far into her as I could. Plunging in and out about a dozen times. Working my way to the clit I changed direction licking up one side, across the top, and down the other side. Encircling her clit, time and time again. Then without showing any mercy, I waged my tongue across the hard exposed head of her clit. It was as though she were a rocket taking off. She lifted her ass off the chair with one great thrust. She began quivering, but pushed her hips out toward me and my mouth. My mouth formed a suction around her clit as I continued to flick back and forth. She began moaning less and less like a horny woman, more and more like an animal in heat. The sounds became more frequent and louder. I was getting tired, but promised myself I wouldn't stop until she came. Until, I had control, if only for a moment.

Mother Amber held my head ever tighter, screaming, “no, no, no, I, you bitch.” Then she collapsed in her chair like she was having a seizure. I held control in my hand, it only lasted for a few moments, until I had to return it. But it felt so good.

After about a minute, she came back to her senses, telling me to return to my pillow. I crawled back, curling up in a fetal position.

She eventually sat forward in her chair, asking me. “What have you learned from this encounter? I have taught you a lesson. Do you know what it was, Serina? Unless I took your power from you, you could not get it back, I know. There is no other way. You must loose to gain, don't you agree? You may answer.”

“ I never understood that before now, how did you?” I asked her. “Acquiring control, if only for a brief time, was almost a good as sex. I didn't know it could feel so good. I didn't know how much I needed to feel control, and you knew, didn't you?”

“Now we rest for awhile, while you contemplate your new feelings. Do not question my methods, you only need to understand that, Mother knows best.”



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Livin' in the moment
Posted:Feb 2, 2013 2:27 am
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Livin' In The Moment

Amber and I shared stories of almost two hours and four drinks, before I felt the need to reveal my uniqueness to her. She'd enlightened me to her fetish by our second drink. She wasn't shy about it, either. She was a Dominatress, not a dominatrix. She preferred the title Dominatress. She only ruled over women. For their own good. She had no need or desire for men, ever, for anything, when it concerned her body and sexual habits. I was curious about her choice of lifestyle, and asked many question of her. She was more then happy to explain it to me, with considerable detail. I could see she was getting horny talking about her sexcapades. So I felt somewhat obligated to tell her about me, because I felt, we may end up in bed together tonight. Instead of beating around the bush, so to speak. Which I have a bad habit of doing. I came straight out with it.

As I began explaining my physical condition, I took her left hand, turning her toward me, and guided it up between my legs, under my dress. I didn't stop until I was sure her hand felt my cock and pussy. As her hand felt my pussy and my cock, her eyes opened wide, staring at me in surprise. Not unlike a deer, when caught in you car headlights as they cross a road at night. After a long moment of feeling my twin genitals inside my panties, she began to squeeze, gently.

She leaned in toward me and asked,”You must come home with me, you will come home with me, for twenty-four hours.”

I turned my face, looked her in the eyes, kissed her, and said, “Yes mistress Amber.”

She suddenly squeezed the inside of my thigh, saying, “I am not your mistress. I am your salvation. I demand respect and obedience of my students. In return, I shall bestow upon you, sexual freedoms never experienced before. Follow me, speak only when spoken to, and address me as Mother Amber.” She let go of my thigh, reached into her purse, pulled out a few twenty dollar bills, paid for our drinks, took my hand, and said.”Your salvation begins NOW.”

We took a cab, in silence, to her house, about ten minutes away. It looked as though it were built over a hundred years ago. It was big, Gothic/Victorian, looking, and had two empty lots on each side. It was foreboding, to say the least. She walked through the front doorway, I followed. Suddenly without warning, her open hand, pressed against the center of my chest, preventing me from entering the house. She looked me in the eyes, ordering me. “Take my shoes off, then yours. Then you may enter my domain. You may not walk, hands and knees only. I watched her as I released her feet from their restraints(shoes). My eyes, quickly becoming accustom to the dim lighting, watched were she walked to, and I quietly traced her steps on my hands and knees. She pointed to a large shiny pillow laying on the floor at the foot of a large regal chair. Mother Amber pointed to the pillow commanding me to sit there. It was very warm in the house, uncomfortably warm. After a few moments of quiet, Mother Amber explained to me why the temperature was so high in the home.

“I'm sure you're are wondering why the house is so warm. It's because you're going to be undressing soon, and will be naked for the remainder of your stay. You will disrobe now.” She ordered me.

I complied, and was soon naked. The sweat on my body glistened in the semi darkness.

“Lay down and spread your legs, so I can see your genitals.” I did as commanded, as she picked up a stylish flash-lite, shining it on me. “I want to watch you masturbate. One hand arousing your pussy, one hand stroking your cock, starting now.”

Being obedient, I gladly gave her a show. I started with my fingers running up and down my pussy lips. I slowly put a few fingers to my mouth, sucked on them for a few moments then making sure I had saliva covering them. I lubricated my clit and pussy. As my right hand got me hornier, my left hand wrapped around my growing dick. It got harder and firmer as I got turned on, more and more. I was performing for her for her enjoyment, at first. But after about what seemed like five minutes, I began doing it for me too. It soon excited me, knowing she was watching. When I surrendered to my urge to please her, my urge to please myself increased too. I got wetter and wetter as the minutes passed. I could see her as she observed me. I've never felt a sexual surge like this before. It run through my entire body. My clit and cock weren't the only things getting stimulated. My whole body felt like it was being pleasured. I raised my fingers to my mouth again, sucking on my fingers. Not for lubrication this time, but because I like the taste of my pussy juices. My cock was beginning to throb, and my legs and abdominal muscles were tightening. I was getting ready to cum. My strokes across my clit, and up and down my cock were getting faster and faster. I started to raise and lower my hips. I stuck my fingers in my hot sopping pussy. Two fingers, in and out, three fingers in and out. All four fingers in and out. I was so very horny. I began thrusting my fingers in and out, trying to fist myself. I couldn't think of the past, or what was to be my future. I was only living in the moment. I had to make me cum. I was well past the point of no return. Not only was I going to make myself cum, but her as well. I looked over toward her. She was sitting at the front edge of her seat, with her hands gripping the hand holds. Her eyes were glued on me. Every time I raised up and down she leaned closer to me.

Only a moment before I began my double Orgasm, she seemed to vibrate in her chair. She let out a high pitched scream, falling back into her throne, exhausted, having her own Orgasm. Then mine hit me. I soared higher then I think I've ever been before my Orgasm started. I thought I was going to suffocate. I couldn't catch my breath, nor did I have any control over my entire body. I was physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally, in the throws of an eminence Orgasm like I've never experienced, ever. My pussy squirted, while my cock spit it's juices out, all over my stomach. We both lay there in silent satisfaction. My only thought was, I made her cum. Now I was able to think about the past. I didn't remember seeing her touching herself. She came because of me. I hope Mother Amber is pleased with me.


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Givin' In
Posted:Jan 22, 2013 3:15 am
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What A Place

chapter one

I'll never forget the time I experienced my first genuine Dominatress. I don't remember what city I was visiting ten years ago, but do remember the fantastic 24 hours with Mistress Amber, at the club Allure.

It was late spring, the weather was perfect. The sweet smell of blossoms, flowers, and of new life, breezed through the air. It was Friday evening, with nothing to do, or go the next day, with only a few hundred miles to drive to my next destination by Wednesday. I had three days of rare free time to savor. I intended to do just that. I excused myself from my troupe of co-entertainers, telling them I need some me time, for a few days. Do Not Disturb, unless it's an emergency. I perused through the local telephone book researching for a club or two to explore. Fate halted me while still in the A's. The advertizement read.

FOR YOUR EXPLORATION NEEDS
FOR THE CURIOUS AND UNSURE
FOR SHARING YOUR PASSIONS
FOR DRINKS, DANCE, MORE
CLUB ALLURE
Along with the phone number and address.

I couldn't think of a more perfect place to check out. I found more then I bargained for, to my thankful, surprise. I got dressed for going out, called a taxi, and began what was to be one of the most exciting twenty-four hours of my sex life, hell my entire life.

I took a cab to the address in the phone book. The cab driver told me to have fun, as I payed him. There was no lack of flash and style to the front of the club. There were neon lights tastefully crawling across the contours of the classic architecture of the old converted theater. The marque displayed the name of the entertainment that night, future bands and such, had posters mounted where movie posters used to grace the exterior wall. The payment booth was still in operation, with a fancy, 6ft, iron fence leading to the money taker with a turnstile. A rather large, well dressed man stood guard at the door, greeting you as you enter. An attractive woman sits just inside the entrance, to stamp the back of your hand. She wishes you to find who or what you're looking for. There is a coat check/ souvenir shop in the lobby where the concession stand used to be. The only snack left was free bags of popcorn. A good idea to help absorb the ingested alcohol. Inside, most of the seats were gone, with most of the floor being level. Tables surrounded the room, the DJ was on stage, with a huge dance floor. All manner of lights flashed from the balcony. Long draping lengths of cloth floated near the ceiling. The bar area, was in the orchestra pit. Waitstaff traced back and forth along the tables framing the dance floor. No seedy corners, or dingy decor. This place rocked.

I made my way to the bar, ordered a drink while I waited for a seat to be vacated. It didn't take long until someone moved away from the bar, leaving me an empty seat where I could observe the crowd. I love to watch people. The bar area, bless the owners, was a smoking zone. I lit up and enjoyed my view. The variety of people here was very diverse. All persuasions were well represented. There were obvious and subtle cross dressers, Doms and Subs, uni-sexuals of all types, and even some mundanes (straights). Half way through my second drink, after fending off several unwanted passes, the bartender delivered another drink. She told me somebody bought it for me, and pointed to a small table beside the bar where an attractive woman sat, with an empty seat next to her. She smiled, raising her drink, I returned the gesture. She tapped her hand on her table in a come sit here motion and held up her cigarette. Good, I thought, I could still smoke there too. I tipped the barista and made my way toward my fan.

As I approached, her image became clearer. I could see most of her because of the position of her chair, along with the way she presented herself. I walked up to her, taking in a side view of her outfit. Beginning at her feet ending at her hair, I checked her out. She wore some kind of high heels, barely visible because of the shadows. I could see what I assumed to be skin tight latex or leather shorts, then as my gaze worked it's way up her body, she sported a bustier, barely confining her ample boobs. Her pale skin was a strong contrast compared to her dark colored clothing. Her forearms were covered by leather gauntlets that came up to her wrists and covering the backs of her hands, tapering then ending at a metal ring on her middle of each hand. A long dark fingernail graced each bare finger, no jewelery. Dark lips, dark eye shadow, with a dark long shag hairstyle, completed my view. Oh, yeah, she was attractive, about an 8.5 or 9.0. As I sat next to her I could see the color of her wardrobe. It was all royal blue, including her hair and make-up. She pulled it off elegantly.

She held out her hand, introducing herself as Amber. I graciously shook her hand, telling her my name. We small talked, getting to know a bit about each other, over a couple of more drinks. Then she asked if I'd like to share some Absinth with her. Up 'til then I'd never tried it, so was game for the change. When the scantily dressed male waiter came by, she ordered two Proper Absinth. It took about 15 minutes for him to get back to us. He arrived with a contraption, some sugar cubes, and two small metal strainer looking things, and two double shot glasses. I watched in amazement as he began what turned out to be almost a ritual.

He placed a glass before each of us, then suspended the fancy strainer things over each glass, and gently lay one sugar cube upon each. The other object looked like a glass dispenser of some sort. Standing about a foot tall it was the shape of a medicine capsule with a funnel at the top, and two glass faucets at the bottom. There was a tube of glass winding it's way from the top funnel to end at the bottom, splitting and exiting through the two little faucets. The rest of the inside of the container was crammed full of shaved ice. He placed our glasses below each faucet, then like a true professional, he pored the green Absinth into the funnel. The green liquid made it's way slowly, down through the tube. He turned the valves on the faucets, allowing the nectar to drip over the sugar cubes, then into each glass. There was just enough to fill both 2once glasses almost to the rim. He then wished us well, collected all but our glasses, then vanished into the distance.

Amber lifted her glass in a toast and said, “To our future.”

I raised my glass and repeated her toast, not knowing or expecting what the next twenty-four hours would bring.



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My Christmas Wish
Posted:Dec 31, 2012 11:16 am
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MY CHRISTMAS WISH

Seven years ago, on August 20th, my life was blessed. I was introduced to a young woman named Tiffany. We knew each other immediately, and had lots in common. We were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long while. Both of us were witches, believed in reincarnation, and had physic links with one another. We became BF's and she became an intricate part of my magic shows. We were inseparable, spending most of our time together. We finished each others thoughts more often then not. We knew each others wants and desires. She is 5ft6in, in great shape, with 36d boobs, with pink nipples. Her hair is naturally strawberry blond (red), sometimes darker, with green eyes. She's a cross between Brittany Spears and Rose McGowan. By new years of that year we had grown extremely close, both knowing in our hearts and heads, we had been lovers in past lives. That new years eve night changed my life.

We had finished performing a non-paying show for a . A free-be for now, with the hope of future corporate shows from his company. We were both feeling good, had a few drinks, but not to many.

She came to me, whispering in my ear, “come with me, I have something to show you.”Taking me by the hand, she lead me to the third floor of the old house to a secluded bedroom. “I've waited as long as I can, I want you tonight, Serina, I want you now.” She unsnapped the spaghetti straps on her gown, letting it fall to the floor, reached around ,unsnapping her bra, dropping it. Slipping out of her shoes and panties, she stood there in all her naked beauty. Her pussy was smooth except for an arrow shaped tuft of hair above her clit, pointing down.“Make love with me.” she requested.

“I have something important to tell you Tiff.” I exclaimed.

As I began to tell her of my physical traits, she walked close to me, placed her finger over my lips saying “I know, I'm not sure how, but I know, and I want to make love with you, now.” My gown soon joined hers on the floor, and I removed my support panties(panties with elastic woven in to them to hold my asset tight). I have what you guys call Turtle Dick, so not much to worry about there. Stepping even closer she cupped my face in her hands, kissing me passionately. It was like we released years, no, decades of pent up, unexpressed love for one another. Soon we were on the bed, running our hands all over each other. Kisses covered every inch of our bodies from our breasts up. She quickly found my Hot Spot, behind, and just below my ear lobe, and I found hers, at the side of her boobs just below her arm pits.. We weren't just having sex, we were making love. We were going to leave quite a wet spot. I worked my way down her body with my hands, fingers, and kisses. I eased her onto her back, and continued past her waist, to her honey pot of pleasure. Spreading her legs to let me in, she pulled my legs closer, so we were ready to 69. I leaned on my side, as did Tiff. In a few moments her tongue was licking my firming cock, and fingering my pussy. I wasted no time licking her, savoring her sweet taste.

“I want you inside me, my control.” she said. I knew exactly what she meant. I climbed up, kissed her, my tongue deep in her mouth. Pushing me onto my back, she straddled me, putting my cock inside her eagerly waiting womanhood. Once it was securely inserted, she leaned forward onto her hands, letting her boobs hang down and swing to and fro.

I happily relinquished control to her, pulling her head down to kiss her some more. I love her so much, I thought. I've been waiting for this moment too. It's so perfect.

After some time we both Orgasmed. The quite, intense one's a woman cherishes. Not at the same time though. Oh well, not quite perfect, but close. We rolled over, and it was my turn. I was on top, and planed on making her cum like never before. Slow strokes, strokes filled with love. I was driving her crazy. Tiffany grabbed the blanket and began to white knuckle it. Her hips thrust up and down, matching my penetrations. Her thrusting stopped on the apex, with her back and legs forming an arch. I pushed two more times, when she went totally limp except for wave after wave of Orgasm, and had trouble catching her breath. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulled me down and wouldn't let go. We hugged for a long time, melting into each other. We had become one for a time. Experiencing the others emotions, and thoughts, and love.

It took us more time to put ourselves back together then to undress. We had made love, uninterrupted. We arrived back down stairs a few minutes before midnight. Nobody missed us. At hands-up (midnight), we toasted and kissed. We spent the night at my home, making love many more times that. I was the happiest I'd ever been. But I knew, this lifetime, it wasn't meant to be. Tiffany knew it too. For the next two years we lived life to it's fullest. We did lots of things together, but not nearly enough. Then her grandmother, whom she was very close to, became ill. Tiffany had to go down to her in Slidell LA, to take care of her. Neither of us liked it, but we knew it was the way it had to be. On September 17th, she went to fulfill her destiny, and I stayed here to fulfill mine. Our love has not suffered from it. We talk many times a month, and can feel the other near, often. It was the best new year I've ever had.

Now here I stand, on the condominium balcony of a friend, lonely and alone, in a room full of people. Thinking about my Christmas wish. You know what a Christmas wish is, don't you? Even though I'm not christian, it's not meant just for them. It's a holiday season thing.

At the beginning of the holiday week, Christmas eve, you make a wish. Of course you can't tell anybody what it is. You keep repeating your wish every day of the following week. Then on New Years eve, it's supposed to be fulfilled. Well I made my wish this year, I guess it's not meant to come true. I glanced at my watch, 11:55 pm. No kisses for me this eve. I took a big swig of my drink, as I stared out over down town Pittsburgh. I'll stay here until they all kiss and hug. No need to be a party-poo-per.

A tap on my shoulder, brought me back to reality.

“There you are” Gale said, “Been looking all over for you. You have someone at the door asking for you. You'd better see who it see. Doorman won't let her in.” Got to back to Shelley, it's almost midnight.” Then he vanished into the crowd.

I made my way through the wall to wall body's, to the front door. The clock was about to ring in a new year, when I opened the door. As it swung open the countdown began. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5..... and I saw who was standing on the other side. 4, 3,.....It was her, it was Tiffany. 2, 1,

“Happy New Year, Serina. “ she said, as she jumped at me, giving me a BIG kiss. My arms flung around her, like a vice.

I guess wishes do come true.

I sure wish this ending was true. Maybe my wish this year will come true. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL and thanx for reading.
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Feelin' The Love
Posted:Dec 23, 2012 1:54 pm
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chapter four

Feelin' The Love

For a few moments it was darker then dark. Tim had no exterior senses what so ever. It was like being in a deprivation tank. He could hear, nothing, he could see nothing, he could smell nothing. He couldn't even feel the weight of his body. He didn't feel himself slow down, or come to a stop. Appearing before him was a beautiful, well built woman, and a handsome, well built man. They wore lots of jewelery. That's all, just lots of rings, chains and bracelets. Each held a golden goblet, covered with gemstones and intricate designs. As Tim observed, like before, another Tim approached the couple

“We are here to please you my lord. Have us do as you will.”they offered.

Tim looked around for the Spirit, and was surprised to find the large Skull, there, floating in mid air, directly behind him. “Where am I, and who are they?” Tim demanded. Looking around but seeing only them, an ornate bed, and a dozen pillows circling a plush rug. No walls, no doors, nothing but them and black. The Skull simply nodded.

The other Tim in the scene, looked them over saying.”I paid good money for you new people to do as I command. I expect to get my moneys worth. I expected the woman to be a transgender. It was then the light around the actors brightened, and her extra benefits became obvious. There between her legs was a good sized cock. “That's what I'm talkin' about. Let's get started, shall we.”

The future Tim had them disrobe, and wash him. They finished drying him when he told them something the real Tim couldn't hear. As he watched, it became obvious he had a serious unexplored kink. He watched as Tim took a cock in each hand. At first he caressed them slowly stroking them, feeling the blood from each of them throbbing in their cocks, making them larger and harder. He looked like he was enjoying the control of making them firm up. His to sex slaves kissed him on his shoulders, across to his neck. Then taking turns kissing him on the mouth. Simultaneously they nibbled on his nipples, while playing with his balls and firming cock. Soon they moved to the bed. They laid him down and kissed him all over, for head to toes. Never ignoring his hard cock. They rugged and kissed his body until he guided their heads toward his throbbing meat. They took turns hiding his little head in their mouths, while the other one ran their tongue up and down the length of his staff, only to suck on his balls.

“Its time for our special act” he ordered the T-Gurl. “I suck on you, while you suck me, while he fucks me. Lay down on your back. You, get ready to fuck me.” He demanded of the man.

A big wide smile came across the man's face when he said,”Yes Master, with pleasure. He waited for Tim and the T-Gurl to get in position. Jacking off kept him stiff until Tim gave him the word. The woman reversed herself on the bed, so her head was beneath Tim's hanging dick. She raised her knees, spreading her legs giving Tim plenty of sucking room. Tim wriggled around until he felt comfortable. Legs spread, not to far, making it difficult to be properly fucked yet not too close as to prevent her from giving him exquisite head. She gripped his waist, pulling him into position. Putting his little head in her mouth, she began sucking. With a look or sheer content, he dove face first between her legs. His mouth aiming for her male appendage. Bulls-eye! Her cock disappeared into his mouth, all of it. His big head began bobbing up and down. The strong handsome man, with a sizable dick, squirted some oil on Tim's ass making sure some of it drizzled into his crack. Then with tender strokes he ran his fingers up and down Tim's ass crack. With one hand he spread the cheeks, the other oil covered fingers found the waiting ass hole. Gently he probed the hole, not wanting to cause any pain. Pain was not part of this fantasy. First one finger, then two, then three, then. The hole was ready, so was he. The man pivoted to situate himself directly behind Tim. He placed his dick at the outside of the asshole, giving a strong push with his hips penetrated Tim.

Tim stopped sucking to yell, an Emphatic “YESS! Like that.” Then resumed sucking. The man's dick sank deeper and deeper with every thrust. Soon you could hear Tim's ass slapping against the man. Tim was more then enjoying himself. After about five minutes, Tim came, and she swallowed. Then she came, and Tim swallowed. He sucked her dry, then let her cock drop from his mouth. He kept repeating, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Come inside me, don't pull out. I command you.”
A minute later the man shot his load into Tim's ass. Tim had another orgasm as he did so. The woman moved. Tim fell onto the bed totally spent.

“Why do you show me such a good time Spirit? It's just sex, the way I like it. No emotion, no like or love, just unbridled sex.” The Spirit did not answer, but the scene went dark as the gaping jaws closed once again around Tim.

When light returned to illuminate a new scene, it was confusing, to say the least. Two doctors and a nurse stood there.

“I'm not sure how to inform him, he's contracted a new uncontrollable strain of HIV and is going to die a painful death, soon.”the one doctor said. “First the tranny died, then the bi-guy, we need to find out who patient number one is, and how many people this man has doomed to die, because he wasn't practicing safe sex. If he had only loved life, and loved his sex partners, he would have protected himself.” Then came the announcement over the intercom. “Code blue room 417, code blue room 417.” The voice rang out.

“That's his room doctors, we'd better hurry.” The nurse warned. As they ran into the darkness.

The scene vanished, as a new one appeared near it. It was a morgue, and the coroner had just covered the face of the dead man laying on the table. He turned to his assistant saying. “I wonder how many innocent victims he's sentenced to death? His kind don't appreciate how precious life is. It's one thing to not love oneself, and another not to love the lives of others.

A large boney hand with a green glow appeared , floating near the deceased body, pointing to it's head. Tim knew what the Spirit wanted him to do. He neared the dead body and began reaching to lower the sheet from the man's face, to see if he recognized him.

“I can't Spirit, I try but I'm afraid it may be me, in this unfortunate situation. Please tell me Spirit. Are these scenes you show me, the way things are going to be, or the way things might be? If I am unable to alter the future, why show me? I have learned my lesson, take me home. Everything I do, or fail to do, effects so many others.”

The great hand grabbed Tim, beginning to squeeze. In the blink of your eye, he stood in front of the devil. Flames surrounded him, and the heat was unbearable.

“Mr. Tim Cratchett, I've chosen you to roam the earth to teach people not to Love. You're so very good at it, the best I've seen. You're not Feelin' the love, at all. Even I Love collecting souls to populate my kingdom.”

Tim dropped to his knees, screaming. “No, No, I will Love, I will I will I will. I don't want to work for you. Not now, not ever. Spirits, I will change, I have changed. I've learned how important Love is. Take me home, take me home, please.” Then Tim lay down in the fetal position and sobbed.

He opened his eyes as the air around him cooled. He found himself curled up on his front porch. Tim rushed into his house, found his cell phone, checking the date and time. 12/25/12 8:14am, showed on the phone screen. It was Christmas day. Crystal was still alive, he could save her, he thought. He felt dizzy and disoriented, stumbling down onto his couch. The sound of church bells ringing in the distance filled his ears. “What a lovely sound, I love it. Why didn't I Love it before?” He stopped thinking for a moment, repeating the thought to himself. “I Love it.” He looked at himself in the mirror over his fireplace, taped on it. It was solid and only he reflected in it. He smiled, he smiled a big smile. Running across the room he pulled open the front door, listening, and looking. Tim heard the sweet chirping of a few birds, he looked at the snow, covering his neighborhood. It was different, he loved the way it glistened and shined. He loved the sound of the birds, the crunching of the snow under the car tires as someone drove by. Tim couldn't help himself, he yelled out.”Merry Christmas, God and I Love you.” It felt good to say that, he thought.

Tim hurried back into his home, that used to be a house, went upstairs to get dressed. He thought of all the time he's wasted, not Loving, and of all the things and people he has left to Love, from now on. He was putting his coat on, when he glanced into the mirror again. Inside the mirror his Mother, the Little boy, Moon Doggie, and the Skull were there, all were smiling, even the Skull. Tim nodded in return, smiled back, saying, “LOVE will never be a proverbial four letter word in my life, ever again.”

He walked down the hill greeting everyone he he could, telling them how he Loved them, and the day. He stopped in his bookstore a moment, and picked out a book. Wrapped it, walked around the back, up the stairs, then knocked on the back door. Tim had his back to the door when Crystal opened it. She realized who it was, and began closing the door. Tim prevented her from doing so by inserting his arm with the gift between the door and it's frame. “PLEASE, just open this present I got for you, I'll wait out here.”he begged her. It took a few long moments, but her curiosity got the best of her, she took the gift from his hand. Tim retrieved his arm, the door slamming. He waited for what seemed like an hour. During that time he remembered the inscription he'd written in the book. It read:

YOUR LIFE IS PRECIOUS, PRESERVE IT,
DON'T SNUFF IT OUT, LOVE YOUR LIFE

p.s. Rent free from now on, a job in the book store,
Mother taken care of, redecorating appartment

As he waited, he observed the world around him with new eyes, and a new heart. He heard the door open.

Crystal stood there, motioning for him to enter. “Do you really mean it?”she asked.

Tim, with his head hug low, his hands clasped together answered her.”Yes and more, yes with all my heart. That and whatever else it takes I..I..I'm...Sorry, please forgive a stupid man who didn't know what Love was, until very early this morning.”

“Would you like some coffee?”she asked.

“I'd love some, thank you. I'd really Love some.”

“Don't worry, not today. I Love this day to much.”she said.

Crystal turned, dropped the book on the table. The bright sun shining through the window struck the book, making it seem to glow. The book was yellow with black print. The title: HOW TO LOVE a dummies handbook.

Merry Christmas, and happy and safe holidays to you all. I love all of you. Serina T.
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Part three change the channel please
Posted:Dec 20, 2012 1:58 am
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Chapter three

Change The Channel Please

A small boy who looks to be about the age of twelve, sat in Tim's recliner laughing. It was the boisterous baritone laugh he heard. It looked very strange, the deep sound emanating from a who weighed so little. Tim began to speak, but the boy held up his index finger as though telling him to wait a moment. Tim looked at the TV the boy was watching. There was a man chained, naked, with his arms stretched apart and upward and out, with his legs also chained apart, like in a dungeon or dominatrix den. Dozens of people Had been, were, and would be throwing whipped cream pies at him, and were having lots of fun doing it. The naked man was covered head to toes with whipped cream. His facial features unrecognizable.

“That'll teach 'im to mess with Karma. HA HA HA!” The boy said, in his baritone voice, as a commercial showed up in place of the show. Click, the remote moved to the off position for that Television. But it was only one of a dozen, on and around the dining room table. “You've been hard at work Mister Timothy Cratchett. It takes most people half a full lifetime to achieve the questionable Karma you've accrued in less then 30 years. Well played, well played indeed. I know, I'm pretty young to be givin' advice, but I assure you, I only look young. My name is Bruce, I am your Karma spirit adviser, your mother and I play poker once a week. She got one hell of a poker face. I'm here to show you your soul Mr. Cratchett, show you the Karma you have accumulated and how it effects others around you. Do you realize you've actions contributed to the deaths of sixteen people? The TV shows are many of the events of your life at present. We're gonna take a gander. You ready?”

“I know you are here for my benefit, so lead on spirit.”Tim admitted. “I am yours to lead.”

“Take this remote control, and press the on switch.”

Tim did as he was instructed. All the TV's began changing channels rapidly. All but one of them stopped on an unclear picture. The clear picture grew larger and larger until he and the boy were part of the scene.

“Do you know this place Mr. Cratchett?”the spirit asked.

“It's the outside staircase on the back of my building. It leads up to the small apartment I rent on the second floor, above my bookstore. What's this have to do with me?”

“We are not a part of the actions or script of this drama. The participants can neither hear nor see us. Follow me” the spirit tells Tim, beginning to climb the stairs, and entering the apartment. There on the worn out couch sat Tim and Crystal, the younger of his two tenants renting the small apartment.

“Mr. Cratchett, I know the rent is due but my mother had to go to the hospital again, I don't have it at the moment. Can I do something for you, work down in the bookstore, or maybe clean it really good, anything.”

A gleam appeared in the other Tim's eyes, with a smile growing wider on his face.” I can think of something you can do for me, right now,while your mother's in the hospital. There's nobody around to hear our noise.” Tim moved closer to her, putting his hand on her thigh. “You could wipe out all of the debt you owe me this month in just a few minutes, if you know what I mean.” he explained, as he wrapped his arms around her. “I can give your mother and you thirty days notice. Or would you rather be nice to me, your choice?”

“But I'm a virgin Mr. Cratchett.” she cried.

“All the better, give me your consent and I'll consider it two months rent.” He laughed.

“Okay, but no kissing, no kissing. Let me get undressed for you.” Crystal requested, pulling her sweater up over her head. She was in tears as she felt Tim's cold hands grab her, as her sweater was up to her head and neck, but not over yet. Crystal's hands and arms were involved in pulling her top over her head when Tim took his hands and roughly lifted her bra up over her round firm C's. In an instant his grip captured her arms by clutching the center of the sweater in the half off position. She began to struggle and scream. “What are you doing, I can't see, let me go, this isn't....”

“This will be my Christmas present to me, from you, it's more exciting then I imagined it would be. I haven't felt this way in months. Relax and enjoy yourself, and I may be gentle.” Tim shouted over her yelling. They weren't far from the kitchen table, only two steps away. Pushing her toward the table while bending her down, he proceeded to unzip his fly, undo his belt, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His cock was already bulging out of his underwear. He pulled it out, stroking it to get it bigger faster. Holding Crystal down with one arm, he flipped up her skirt, ripping off her panties with his other hand. Now he slowed down, as she calmed down and ceased struggling. He caressed her tight ass all over, then, without warning, he slapped it, hard. SMACK! The sound of the palm of his hand falling across her tender young skin of her ass. Followed immediately by her loud scream. Tim's eyes and cock got bigger, as he reacted to her pain, which is turning out to be his pleasure. “Did that feel good, did you like that?” Tim asked her. She stood there in silence, to terrified to speak. “I'll take that as a yes.” He leaned down as best he could, keeping her compliant, and began kissing her butt cheeks, then struck them again. Then he spread her legs, rubbing the insides of her thighs as he did so. He ran his fingers across her pussy lips attempting to moisten her. “I like this, don't you? You'll need to get wet, I don't want it to hurt.” He took hold of his cock, stroking it some more.

Tim began rubbing the head of his naked, extremely hard cock between her legs all around her pussy, carefully making sure to not penetrate her, yet. While his little head and her lips touched, some of his pre-ejaculate lubricate wet her skin. He positioned his cock for penetration, then leaned over top of Crystal to let her know. “Don't worry it's just sex, it means nothing, but thanks for giving it up for me.” As the words, give it up, passed into her ears, Tim plunged his throbbing manhood into her virgin pussy. Crystal didn't struggle, or scream, she just resigned herself to the situation, and began to sob. Her tears did not deter Tim, he let go of her sweater, grabbing hold of her waist, and began pounding into her. He didn't waste any time getting his 10 inch staff wet with her brand new, fresh, pussy juice. In and out, and in and out his long cock slid, each stroke draining her precious virginity from her, never to be replaced. Tim ordered her up onto her elbows so he could play with her boobs.

Crystal complied with his order, keeping her head covered. She felt his icy fingers on her nipples. A shock of pain shot through her. Tim pinched both nipples incredibly hard. She let out a yelp, then returned to her silence. He squeezed and massaged them as he pumped and pumped, slamming his ball between her legs. She was about to throw-up, and the pain from all his actions permeated down to her soul. He was fucking her faster now, grunting each time his cock hit her cervix. He slapped her ass a few more times, getting ready to cum. She hated the way he felt inside her, she hated him taking her gift she was saving, she hated the way he made her feel dirty, she hated him. Hating him would never change. Gratefully, he removed his cock, and his disgusting cum spurted over her ass and back. He stood beside her, taking part of the table cloth and wiping his juices off his limping stick. Crystal heard him zip up his pants, and his footsteps, as he descended the stairs back down to the bookstore. Afraid to pull her sweater down just yet, fore to do so would let reality in. Just another moment or two more.

The Spirit and Tim heard the other Tim leave the store, locking the door. Tim stood there, stunned. It didn't look the same from here, not at all like when he was doing it. He had hurt her, hurt her badly. He could hear her crying even before she pulled her sweater back down to it's place. Her eyes were swollen and her eye make-up was smeared wet over her face. He began to reach out to her, until.

“What's this Tim Cratchett, remorse, feelings.” Then in a very mocking tone he says”It's only sex, it means nothing, but thanks for giving it up for me.”

“Spirit, I didn't mean to, I didn't realize, it was fun at the time. What's she going to do? Will she call the cops?” Tim inquired as she sat crying on the couch. Before the spirit could answer she got up, went over to a desk, and began writing something. “What's she doing, spirit?”

“Go see for yourself Mr, Cratchett, she's your victim.” he insists, pointing his finger in her direction.

Tim walks over, looking over her shoulder, seeing words that make him stumble back in horror. He turns toward the Spirit in shock. “She, she, plans on committing suicide. The note, the note is to her mother.” Tim slowly approaches her again, to read more of her words. “The note, her mother is in the hospital and won't be home for a few more days so she's telling her she's going to give herself twenty-four hours to change her mind. If she doesn't, she's sorry, and to please forgive her. They can find her body on the shore of Neville Island, she's gonna jump off the railroad bridge. Spirit, is there any way to stop her, she has her whole life ahead of her.

“Are you caring Mr. Cratchett? Are you having feelings for this girl? She means nothing. You don't Love life, right? What should you care. Let her kill herself, it's her choice. This episode of your sit-com is over, time to change the channel. You have the remote control in your hand. Change the channel please. I'm not in the next scene, good luck.”

Then he turned into a fuzzy mist thing like a non-receptive TV channel, and vanished. Tim found himself in his living room, with the remote in his hand, and only one TV in the room. He sat in his chair for a long time, wondering who or what will come next. Dozing off to sleep, he's awakened by a cold burst of air. He watched as the light from outside got dimmer and dimmer, until it was absolutely pitch black in the house. Tim couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Then right where he was looking appeared two white spots of light. They didn't shine anywhere, they weren't beams of light, They were just, there. He had no concept of distance, so he had no concept as to how far away they were. As they seemed to get closer, they took the more detailed shape of a pair of large eyes. Along with the eyes was the not so bright shape of a human skull. “A skull with eyes, okay.” Tim thought to himself.
“Might as well get this over with.” Tim mumbled.

“Are you the third Spirit to come help me? Stupid question. Are you here to show me my future? I really don't want to see it, bad for me, they say.”

The face got closer and closer, it was about six feet in diameter when it opened it's gaping jaws engulfing Tim. Tim took a deep breath, not knowing what's to come...next.

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Oppertunities Missed
Posted:Dec 17, 2012 1:11 am
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The smoke floated up a few feet, then to the right, then down to the floor, then up again. A cloud of smoke formed, about six feet tall, and two feet wide. Inside the mist formed the figure of a man. As the smoke cleared, a tall, very well built man remained. His skin was tinted gold, with long gold hair down to his shoulders. He wore a leather vest with long leather fringe hanging from it. A pair of gold flip flops, and a bright blue metallic colored surfer shorts, with piercing blue eyes. With a glow like sunshine emitting from all over his body.

“Well, hey, Tim dude, peace and Love to you.” He says, in a slurring stonner/surfer voice. “I love you, man.” he says, as he offers Tim the corn cob pipe he was smoking. “Guess who I am? Bet you can't” he waited a moment. “You can't can you? My name is Moon Doggie. At your service, well at your mom's service. I love you, though, I just can't respect you, I think.”taking another toke from his pipe.

Tim, though scared, was indignant, crossing his arms, and replied, “I'm not going to play your stupid game, and if I knew who you were,I wouldn't tell you.” He eyed the spirit, up and down. “You sure are bright, light wise, I mean. I suppose you're here to convince me about love. Give it your best shot.”

“Ah, Tim man, don't be so defensive. I'm helpin' your mom, and you. I gave her my word I'd converse with you, about something sorely lacking in your life, and show you some opportunities to Love you've passed by, and how they changed not only your life, but others lives, for the worse. I'll remind you how you became you, and how wrong you are to ignore Love.You ever time travel, Tim man? No, well for everything there is a first. Let's go.” The ghost reached out, taking Tim by his ear, encouraging him to follow. Then in the fireplace, formed a swirling gold smoke. “Let's surf through the past time com padre.” and with that, he dove into the twisting mist with Tim in tow. When the smoke cleared, Tim found himself and the spirit, in the hallway of a house with loud music playing, and young adults laughing . The decor was atrocious, very retro.

“Where are we Moon Doggie? These people look somewhat familiar.”

“It's a matter of when and where. We're gonna hang ten here for awhile. Oh, yeah, The where is 2728 Myrwin ave. in Pittsburgh. The when is March 1st 1987. I Love the music, and I Love the decor even more. Wow!”

“Spirit, that's my birthday, what a coincidence, don't you think?” he questioned Moon Doggie.

“Nope, not a coinci, coinci, it's not. It is your birthday, watch. Don't worry, they can't see you. Don't you just Love that?”

Tim turned around the corner peering into the living room at the happy group having a party with gifts and all the trimmings. They were all paying attention to a woman sitting in a recliner chair. She was very pregnant, and was the only person with a frown instead of a grin. He could tell she didn't want to be there, with all these people fawning over her and her baby. “She wishes she were alone without these stupid, romantic 'friends' around.”

“You're about to make your presence known. In four, three, two, one, zero.” As the ghost points at the woman, she screams in pain, putting her hands on her very extended tummy area. “She's going into labor with you, right now. I Love babies being born, don't you? Let's meet her at the hospital, ya think? Let's go.” He pushes Tim into the swirling smoke next to him. With a laugh, he jumps in, following close behind. In moments they find themselves in a hospital room. Tim fell to the floor first with Moon Doggie holding on to Tim's pant leg. They tumble across the floor. “Oh, man, what a wipe-out.”

“When are we now spirit?”Tim inquired. “That woman, I know her, is that my mother? Why bring me here?

“Be quite and listen.” He ordered Tim.

The mother held her newborn boy. They were alone in this hospital room, but she was talking to her little infant in her arms. “I'm sorry Tim, I'm sorry, I can't love you, or give you the emotional support you need, but my older brother can. So I'll be saying good-bye soon. Let me warn you, love does nothing but hurt you. Stay away from it.”

“So sad, times up, gotta go” the spirit told Tim. “Hold on! Yippee” he reached for Tim and only got hold of his sleeve, as they were pulled into the smoke.

They ended their jump, in a dark bedroom seeing Tim laying naked on a bed in a bedroom that didn't belong to him. A woman walk in, wearing a black teddy nightie. She was short, a little on the heavy side, dark red hair, with dark skin. She laid down beside the young Tim and started making out with him. Kissing him, and stroking his cock.

“That's Kathy Warnick, she was my first girl friend, I cared for her, a lot, and wanted to go steady with her.”

“Shhhh” As he puts a finger to Tim's mouth. “Your interrupting, be quiet. This was your first time with a girl, wasn't it? I want to watch and listen. But being out here is weird. Let's go into the closet.”

“I thought you said they can't see us.” questioned Tim.

“They can't, but I Love watching from in the closet.” answered Moon Doggie.

They stood and watched Kathy and Tim make-out. Kathy's skin was very dark when seen next to Tim's. You see Tim was of Irish decent, and Kathy was a hot Italian girl. Kathy was taking the offense and was in hot week you know when a woman gets really horny right before ovulation. She was horny, and needed to get laid. She was stroking Tim's cock and was kissing and biting him all over. After awhile she took off her teddy, and stood on the bed above Tim.

“She was the first female, live, that I'd seen naked. I liked her a lot. It bordered on love, I think. I wonder what ever happened to her?” Tim asked.

“I told you, shut up. I Love watching this stuff man.”

“She's squatting down right onto your hard cock. Wow you're long. You was a Virgin until now, and your emotions were running rampant. Now she's fucking your brains out, while you squeeze her big tits. Look at her nipples, wow, did they really get that big?” Moon Doggie asked Tim. “Now she's leaning down on her hands and knees. Why didn't you yell when she bit your nipples, and gave you all those hickeys? I love the way she's biting your ear first, come on now, bite his neck some more. Oh yes Tim, give her some hickeys too. I Love watching this shit. The young Tim is immersed in the love making. Not so much the sex part of it, but the love making part. Kathy's holding up one of her tits for you to suck on. It's giving me a stiffy. Her stiff pinger nips look so good, I Love nipples, and all I can do is watch. But I do Love to watch. She's changing positions again. Will you look at that, a reverse cowgirl. Holy fuck dude, you were so lucky. She just keeps going and going, up and down on you. I don't think she can get it in any deeper. Wait, I think, I think, yes, yes, there she goes. She getting' a big O. I think that's why she's grabbing her tits like that. Wait a minute Tonto, is she supposed to get off you yet?”

They watch her in silence as she gets up and walks toward the bathroom. She closes the bathroom door, but returns in a few minutes, dressed. Kathy lays down next to Tim.

“That was great, my girlfriends said you were big. Thanks for the fuck.” Kathy politely said as she got a cigarette and lit it. “Listen, Tim, my mom's gonna be home soon, and if she finds you here, we'll both be in trouble. She still thinks I'm a virgin. Can you believe that. So get dressed.”

“That look on you face. You look like a puppy who's tail just got run over by a car. Your eyes are getting so big with disbelief, so big, even in the mostly dark. She told you she loved you, just to get you into bed, and onto your cock. What a Bitch. What's done is done, nothin' we can do but catch the next wave.” Moon Doggie was pointing out the obvious. It hurt Tim, while scaring him for life. Tim remembered, he had loved her, his first true love, and she used him to have sex. Well he could do that too. He should have taken his mother's advice. Well he'd be taking it from now on. LOVE, bah, humbug.

“That was one of the turning points in live and Love wasn't it dude?” Moon Doggie put his hand on Tim's shoulder, and told him.”I still Love you, Tim man. We still have one more place to check out.”



Take me where you must, spirit. I know you only mean good for me. Spare me more pain if you can. When the smoke cleared, they stood on top of a hill, with thousands of Small red flags flapping in the breeze, as it wove it's way across the lush green valley.

“What are those flags for, spirit?” Tim inquired. “There are so many of them, they must serve some purpose. They look so stunning in contrast to the green fields they're blanketing.”

“I Love the way the red stands out with all the green. Let's take a closer look, Tim man.”

In the blink of your eye, both of them stood among the flags. Moon Doggie reaches down, pulling one out of the ground. “See this dude? See all the burn holes in the flags? Tim Man, you asked me what all these flags are. They are your flags, all of them, and they all have burn holes in them. They are your opportunities missed. Opportunities you had to Love, Love anyone or anything. These were your chances to appreciate the smell of a flower, to feel the unrestricted trust of an infant. A chance to love seeing a marriage proposal, in person, or having one of the first snow flakes on your face. To find Love in a sunset, or a perfectly cooked steak. You see, Tim man, you've missed Lovin' all those things, because your heart is broken, and it don't work. Bet you thought I was gonna say, you didn't have a heart. Right Tim man? Wrong-O. Will you look at the time.” Moon Doggie says, as he pulls a small hour glass out of his pocket, taking a long look at it.

“Don't forget, you got two more spirits to see before the parties over tonight, I Love parties, don't you? Well it's time for me to go, got to catch this big wave, and go see the Big Kahuna, good luck, dude, I'm bet-tin on you.” With those words, a golden surf board appeared under Moon Doggie's arm. He took it in his hands, let out a holler, and began running toward the huge wave making it's way up the valley. “I Love it.” he yelled as he stood on his surfboard and rode the wave.

It was at that moment Tim realized the wave, imaginary or not, was heading straight for him. There was nowhere for him to escape to. He crouched as low as he could, covering his head, and took a deep breath. The wave came crashing over him

Tim held his breath as long as he could, preparing to swim for his life. Nothing happened, yet he was soaking wet. Tim opened his eyes to find himself standing in his bathtub, with his shower on. The words I LOVE IT were written on the mirror. Tim undressed, dried off and put his bathrobe on. He had just begun to write his dream he just had in his daily journal, when he heard a commotion downstairs, and the deep hefty laughter of a man. Tim cautiously made his way down the stairs. As he stepped lower on the stairway, it looked as though he left the TV on. The light reflecting throughout the rooms was flickering, and he heard all kinds of voices and sounds. The laugh permeated the rooms again. Against his better judgment Tim Turned to see, sitting in his recliner chair, a

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A Cratchett Kind of Christmas
Posted:Dec 13, 2012 1:27 am
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I decided a christmas story would be appropriate I'll get back to my memoirs after the New Year. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it. And happy holidays to those who don't. I hope you enjoy my story. Joyous Yule, Blessed Saturnalia, etc.

A Cratchett Kind of Christmas

“Yes mam, It's a wonderful choice for your granddaughter, Heather Hunt, Dangerous Detective, makes great reading for a woman in her early twenty's . That will be $17.95 plus tax for the first three books of the series. I guess you'll want them gift wrapped for another $3.00?” Tim inquired of Mrs. Jenkins, who didn't have a clue what to give her granddaughter for Christmas. But refused to get her a gift card, it's just not proper, she made it clear to him. She agreed, and Tim gift wrapped them as a gift set. Mrs. Jenkins would be his last of the day. It was 5:00 pm Christmas Eve, closing time, and time to face being alone once more, on the night of the year nobody should be alone. As she left his little independent book store, she wished him a Merry Christmas.

Turning toward him just before opening the door to leave, she asked him, “You know, Tim, I've been coming here for many years, and feel I have the right to ask you a favor. That is if you don't have any plans for tomorrow.” Looking at him with the caring eyes of a grandmother, Mrs. Jenkins proceeded to ask him.”My granddaughter Belle is driving over from Harrisburg, she might even be here now. Well she's pretty, intelligent, funny, and needs someone close to her age to show her around town this next week, you know, between Christmas and New Year. Belle would love to meet you I'm sure, I think you and Belle would get along really well. I'd like to invite you to join us for Christmas lunch and diner. Here's my phone number, and address. All the fun starts at noon. Oh yes, here's a picture of her.”

Tim gazed at the woman in the small photograph. OMG, Belle looked like an angel, it wasn't even a glamor shot. Tim started to grow a hard-on. It was just a picture of her at a picnic. Her wavy red hair was long, extending well past her ample bosom. With an intoxicating smile, big green eyes, medium build, you could almost hear her laughing. “She'd make a good holiday fuck” he thought to himself. Handing the picture back to Mrs. Jenkins.”Thank you very much,...” He tried saying yes, but couldn't bring himself to move his mouth to do so. So politely, he accepted her information, and told her he'd try to come over. He had no intention of doing so. She gave him a big grin, again wishing him a Merry Christmas, with the hope of seeing him tomorrow, we'd love to have you over.

He straightened up the store, but didn't have to turn off the Christmas lights, because there weren't any. There were no Christmas decorations at all, in his store. He turned out the lights, then sat near the front door, staring out at the multicolored lights reflecting on the few inches of snow which had been falling most of the day. “I should be happy” he thought to himself. “It's Christmas Eve, there's snow on the ground, I got an invitation to Christmas festivities with some long time customer friends, but I can't. I can't be happy about any of it, I can't be depressed either, I just don't feel anything about anything.” Tim sat there for a long time, trying to feel something, but to no avail. He put on his coat, pulled on his knit cap, put on his gloves, stepped into the cold, locked the door, and headed toward home.

Cratchett's Readery was located in the west end part of the city, in the borough of Elliott, on Lorenz avenue, at the bottom of the hill, he lived at the top of that hill. Even though Tim was slight of build, he wasn't skinny, he was short, but his tongue was longer then usual, and he could tense it, roll it up length wise, and fuck with it, better then most men do with their dicks. Speaking of dicks, Tim's was much bigger then it should have been, for his body size. His cock was 10inches even, long, and thick enough. He'd be rated about a 7.5-8, for looks, by others, but considered himself only a 3. He had been born and raised in Pittsburgh, where it could get bitterly cold some winters. He never got cold though, for some unknown reason, he did however, pull his cap down low, almost hiding his piercing blue eyes. As he trudged through the snow he envisioned Belle again. “You're way out of her league, she's way to good for a little man like you. Anyway, love never blesses plain looking guys like me, not even on Valentines Day. I'm twenty-seven years old, thought I was in love, twice, only to have my heart broken. Never again. No woman or man will ever hurt me again. I don't need them, and they don't need me. I don't need anything, to hurt me, I just won't love, and won't get hurt. Love flowers, thy die, love food, you end up unhealthy, love a pet, they die too. Love, I don't need it.” Tim began his climb up the hill, when he noticed some sitting on some corrugated cardboard almost sliding down a side street. They were laughing, throwing snow balls, and trying to slide on the meager layer of snow. They loved the first good snow.

“Hit me with one of those snowballs, and your parents will be visiting you in a juvenile detention center for Christmas.” He yelled. Every single stopped still, with looks of terror on their faces, wondering if he could really do it. Then simultaneously they picked up their cardboard and ran up the side street. He had been tolerating the holiday lights on many of the houses on his way home, but tonight, tonight a few of them were blaring Christmas Carols out into the neighborhood. “I detest Christmas music, it's stupid. All this talk about hope , love, and salvation. It's just a bunch of lies made up to sell more merchandise, more merchandise everywhere but my book store. Most people don't read more during the holidays. That Belle girl will put her gifts away, and never read them. She'll lie to her grandmother, saying she did read them. Poor Mrs. Jenkins will be happy, and love the fact she picked a good gift. Happiness built with the lie. All women lie, they tell you they love you, then leave your ass.”

None to soon, Tim reached his front door, pulled his mail from the mail box. One bill, one Christmas card from his nephew Fred, and one magaz.....Suddenly he dropped the handful of mail. He quickly backed away from the magazine on the porch floor. Slowly he approached it, as he turned on his pocket flashlight. On the front cover of The Bookworm magazine was a picture of a woman, who was awarded Female bookstore owner of the year. “I would have sworn it was a picture of my mother. I must be seeing things.” As he reached down to pick up the dropped mail, he glanced into his front living room window,. He jumped again, thinking he perceived somebody inside. Just then a car passed by, it's lights shining in through the window. “It was the lights from the headlights reflecting into the house. That's what it was all right, only a reflection. Your mother is dead, the woman who gave birth to you has been dead for seven years. She was the first woman to lie to you, she said she loved you.” Tim unlocked the door, walked in took off his hat, gloves and coat, and turned up the thermostat. He kept it low during the day when he wasn't in the house. He didn't love warmth on a cold night, like most people do.

Grabbing some cold pizza and a beer out of the fridge, he sat in the quite. There was nothing on TV but Christmas shows and advertising. He didn't want to watch any of it. In the silence of his house, he could hear a neighbor playing Christmas carols down the block. “The song playing now brings back a memory. I'm not sure which memory, but I recall something about this song.” He began hearing the sweet voice of a woman singing along with the song. The voice sounded closer, and clearer, and closer and clearer. Tim got up and looked out his windows to catch the woman who must be singing outside his window, trying to frighten him. There was no woman to be found, no evidence of her being outside,not one footprint. The voice must be coming from upstairs, yes, that's it.”I'm going to call the police, they hate intruders, you'll go to jail.” The singing stopped as the carol ended, but then the voice answered him.

“Go to jail, I don't believe so. Ha, ha, ha” The voice was clear and close by.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Tim demanded. Not being able to see her.“Take what you will, and be gone. It won't ruin my Christmas, I don't love the Christmas season like those fools wasting electricity on needless outdoor lites, I assure you. Please don't hurt me, kill me if you must. Put me out of my misery. I will be better off for it. I'm ready.” Tim sat back down in his recliner chair, and waited. It would be appropriate for him to be murdered on this night. He sat there waiting for what seemed very long minutes. Tim heard nor felt nothing. He stood up, searching the rooms with his eyes. Nobody there, she's gone. “I scared her away” he said out loud. A woman's voice answered from behind him.

“Not yet, junior. I'm still here. Over here , the mirror.”she directs him.

Tim was twisting one way and then the other, trying to see her, but only making himself dizzy. “Hello, hello there.” She taunted. Her voice helped him find her, but not at all where he expected.

“Over here Tim, the voice said, as the woman's reflection in the mirror taped on it with her fist, from the other side. As his eyes began to refocus the figure became less fuzzy and more pronounced. It was an old, worn out woman. Frail, gaunt, stringy hair, and naked, in the mirror.

“In my mirror, the ghost of a woman is in my mantle mirror.” Tim said aloud. As the words left his mouth, he stumbled back and fell onto the couch. He watched, as the female hands reached through the mirror, grabbing hold of the mantle above the fireplace, on Tim's side of the mirror. He watched as she crawled through, from her side to his. She was beginning to lower herself down, when suddenly, she lost her grip and fell to the floor. Tim couldn't help but let out a bit of a snicker. “What type of ghost are you?” Tim asked.

The ghost stood up, brushing herself off, and running her fingers through her hair. “Damn, I used to look so hot, and I had lots of sex.” she exclaimed while grasping her tits and tweaking their nipples. This used to get me so horny, now, nothing.” She stood before him all aglow, with a soft blue tint. Hanging around her neck, arms and shoulders all the way to her knees, were half's of hearts with ragged cuts down the one side, linked together with, what looked like fingers in a curled position. The fingers linked with one another, one at the top of each half, and one at the bottom. Somehow, she looked familiar.

“Sorry, I've never done this before, she apologized, then went on. Well Tim this ain't exactly the life I expected to find you living. Where is my -in-law, my grandchildren? You were supposed to fall in love, love your life, and make something of yourself. I had such high hopes for you.” She explained, as she took a sitting position, in mid air, like there were an invisible chair to sit in.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here. Might as well play along in this hallucination.” He said, thinking he was just overly tired, or coming down with a cold or flu.

In a blink of your eye, the naked figure went from her sitting position about ten feet away, to standing right in front of him, with her face only inches from his. “You think I'm an hallucination, you do. How's this. The book on the coffee table rose up about two feet, turned on it's side, then, blam. It flies at Tim, hitting him on the side of his face. “How's that for an hallucination? Or this” The zipper on his pants unzipped as his belt and pants were undone. In a moment, an invisible hand took hold of his cock, and began stroking it. Now will you just sit and listen to what I have to say?” She asked politely.

“OK, tell me what you're here for.” he asked. “Ow, that hurt,” he complained, rubbing the side of his head.” It's a trick, I don't know how you did the other thing, yet”

“I'm here for you, Tim. I'm here for your welfare, and the welfare of those you've met, and have yet to meet. You see Tim, I was the first woman to break you heart. I am your mother. Yes I am, Tim. I gave you to my older brother to raise, because I didn't love you, and didn't want you after you started to love me. I couldn't take the closeness, so I gave you away. He took you and moved to Montana. It wasn't until you moved back to Pittsburgh that I got to see how retched you'd become. Then I died. I never loved anybody or anything in my life. That, is my curse. I don't want you to inherit it.” She lifts up some of the linked half hearts, and continues.” These are the hearts I've broken over my lifetime, and those who suffered for my actions. Oh, I liked many of them, they were great fucks, or good leverage when I wanted to get my way. I was very sexual but never lovable. Because of my decision to not love anyone or anything. I must now drift aimlessly throughout the world, not being able to love or be loved. It leaves one, very empty.” and with that, she pulled the skin from the middle of her torso open to show an immense empty space inside of her. It was much larger then was possible, and pitch black. “Not loving leaves an emptiness inside you, you can't imagine. It feeds upon itself, increasing in size as the years drag on. I was granted permission to warn you of the danger you place yourself by not ever loving. Not hating, just not loving. Not loving people, the smell of fresh bread, puppies, , not loving everything. It eats at your insides and harms those around you. Your negativeness infuses itself like a cancer. Others feel uncomfortable with you, begin to avoid you, you get bitter, tell them about it. You see them cheerful without you, and then you don't love the next acquaintances you make, for no reason at all. You don't even love your books, to you, they are only an means to an end, with no end.”

I have a few friends, each with certain skills, who will be visiting you tonight. They'll be helping to enlighten you. I'm dead, and beyond help. But you, my . There's still hope for you to be happy, and love. Now, I gotta go. You know, you've got your dad's eyes and hair. So long . I wish I could tell you I love you, and mean it. Bye, bye, bye."

Her words rang through the room as she floated off the ground and drifted back through the mirror over the fire place. Tim sat there in amazement. The ghost sort of looked like pictures of his mom, he'd seen. No, no, no, it was an dream, a vision, or something like that. The rest of Tim's evening was uneventful, and he forgot about his visitor. He got ready for bed, selected a XXX magazine, from one of his book shelves full of them. He found some pictures to look at, and an erotic story to read while jacking off. The pictures were those of supposed twins, one male, one female. They both looked great of course. The story was about twins also, but they were separated at birth. They didn't know they were brother and sister. But the reader knew. Tim, got a strangle hold on his cock and began stroking, slowly at first, while the twins undressed one another. Jerry began sucking on his sisters nipples, while she started stroking and squeezing his cock. When she squeezed her brothers balls, Tim quit stroking, to squeeze his. He looked at the pictures some more. Jerry's cock had gotten stiff, along with Tim's. Sandie bent over, asking Jerry to fuck her dogie style. Tim's grip tightened, as he quickened his pace. He could feel the head of his dick begin to throb, when he looked at the picture of Sandie showing off her ' stamp' as Jerry thrust his big cock into his sister's hot, wet, pussy. Tim got even closer to cumming, when he looked at Jerry spurting cum all over Sandie's stamp and much of her back. The story paralleled the pictures, and read.”And as Jerry cam all over his sisters back, her orgasm struck her with waves of pleasure.” That's when Tim's cock exploded and shot cum all over his stomach, abdomen, and chest. He cam for a long time. “This was a great idea” he whispered aloud. He stayed awake long enough to wipe the cum off him with a face cloth. He dropped the rag on the floor next to the bed, and with the side light still on, fell into a comfortable sleep.

That was until, he heard the chiming of his doorbell. “Who in the hell is ringing my doorbell at this time of night, It's, 1:00” He complains, spying the time on his digital clock. “This had better be a matter of life or death.” Tim turned on the hall light so not to fall down the stairs. The bell chimed again, “Alright, alright, I'll get there.” He opened the door, and there stood a short person(midget) dressed in a dark uniform, with a big mustache covering his whole mouth. He held out a square brown package, about the size of a box of wine.

“Special Delivery to Mr. Timothy Cratchett. You he?”mumbled the little guy.

“Why, yes I am, but.” Tim admitted.

“No buts, you are or are not. Yes or No. I don't have time, busy, busy.” he snorted impatiently.

“Yes I am you impertinent little...” Tim began.

“Thank You, here.” he replied, handing the box to it's rightful owner. Then quickly turning around and ran down the street.

“That's odd, no delivery truck.” Tim voiced out loud as he closed the door, cautiously carrying it into the living room. Sitting it on the coffee table, he noticed a pull string to zip the box open. He pulled on the string, ripping across the box top. He began folding back the top flaps, but jumped back in fear, as a golden colored smoke came pouring out.

Chapter II Opportunities Missed--------soon
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