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2008-Apr-3 - The Fog

William Decker, a 19 year old college student,
yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. The drone of his powerful V8
engine was humming him to sleep. The adventurous nature of the
trip had sustained him during the first leg of his journey,
despite 14 continuous hours of non-stop partying the night
before. But, now the newness and adrenalin were wearing off. He
opened a pack of no-doze and took two tablets. He shook the
coffee thermos and found it empty. He needed to stop.
He blinked at the blue road signs as they passed,
looking for a place to stay, or a place to gas his fuel-hungry
383 Malibu engine. He grabbed a large plastic bottle of Dr
Pepper out of an open ice chest and held it in the crook of his
arm. He opened the bottle while he drove dangerously using his
bottle-ladened elbow. After a few daring swerves and swoops he
drank from the bottle, once again cheating death in an attempt to
assuage his thirst, and wash down the pills.
William sighed and reclosed the bottle. He had
planned his trip to avoid New Orleans. He had been told it was a
confusing mass of one-way streets. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed
driving at night, but his choices for gas stations were limited.
Most closed after ten. Mile after mile passed. A blue sign
appeared in the distance. He watched it hopefully until the word
“gas” appeared. With a slight grin he slowed and turned up the
offramp onto to highway 51. The roar of his engine echoed off
the trees and cement as he accelerated up the ramp.
William expected to see a gas station at the
intersection at the top of the ramp, but was disappointed to find
the area deserted. One pale yellow street light lit a coin-operated ice machine and a dirty telephone booth. He stopped in
the intersection and looked both ways. He reluctantly turned
north. He must find gas.
The pills were beginning to work. William drove
for several minutes wide awake and happy. It was a nice night.
He looked out his window at the full moon reflecting off the
water of a swamp. It was beautiful. Frogs and crickets sang as
he passed. The smell of growing things perfumed the air. He had
seen lightning in the distance earlier, but all was quiet now.
He hummed along with the music on the radio, while tapping on the
steering wheel.
A distant object appeared in the road. At first
he thought it was a light or fire, but as he drew closer he saw
that it was a bank of fog extending across the road. The
moonlight was playing tricks with the fog, it seemed to glow and
pulse with a life of it’s own. William felt his skin prickle as
he drew closer. His nostrils flared and the hair stood up on the
back of his neck. Something was wrong, very wrong, as if he were
sensing evil. How in the hell…

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William entered the fog. He had a million
fleeting visions of sex, murder, and debauchery. Naked, dirty,
withering bodies touched his own. The stench of hell filled his
nostrils, a sweet cloying, evil smell of death and rotting
bodies.
William saw a beautiful woman approaching him
through the fog, she was nearly naked. A thin chiffon gown
flowed around her. He felt himself becoming aroused. She held a
hand out in a friendly gesture of peace and friendship, or so he
believed.
He was distracted by dozens of warm, slimy hands
touching his body, stimulating and further arousing him. He knew
they were sucking the life out of him, but he didn’t care. He
moaned in passion and horror, giving the beautiful woman an
imploring glance. He felt the creature, whatever it was, was
using her. The woman seemed to exert a great force of will,
screamed and melted into the road. He felt a immense loss. Amid
the chaos and unpleasantness, he had felt a kinship with the
beautiful woman. Hours seemed to pass. Bodiless faces appeared
in the fog, and passed beneath the car, laughing insanely as they
disappeared. The hands continued to touch his body. The
horrible stench continued filling his nostrils with the stink of
death.
For an eternity visions of sex with beasts, sex
followed by murder, or dirty disgusting and perverted sex filled
his vision. It was being forced on him by a will stronger than
his own. He knew it’s purpose. It was trying to defeat his will
to live. By giving pleasure, and associating it with guilt, it
was waiting for William to give up in shame and despair. He saw
what looked like a demon with a three foot cock fucking a woman
to death, while she changed into many different screaming women.

William felt a mouth on his cock, even though he
was fully dressed. Naked, wet bodies touched him. He felt many stinking pussies sliding up and down on his body, leaving a
trail of wet slime wherever they touched. Something hot and hard
was shoved up his ass. He screamed as it began pistoning in and
out in time with the mouth on his cock. He came explosively.
The mouth continued to suck, keeping him hard. The mouth broke
contact and he felt his cock fill a warm void, either an
invisible pussy or an ass. It was much too hot, burning his
sensitive flesh. He started to scream an objection, but he
couldn’t speak. He tried to pray, but he couldn’t remember the
words. A chant filled his head. At first it was so low as to go
unnoticed, but eventually it grew louder until it thundered in
his brain. It was a friendly chorus of voices aimed at releasing
William from his hell. He tried to plead with them, but they
didn’t seem to notice. They continued their chant, growing ever-
stronger.
All time stood still when William suddenly passed
out of the fog. His car was just leaving the road. Two tires
were treading on the short green grass of the shoulder. He
swerved the car back onto the road while his wild eyes searched
for signs of the previous horror and debauchery. All was normal.
Had he gone insane? He could still hear chanting in the
distance. A firm, authoritative type of chorus.

Panting for breath, he sat driving automatically,
as mile after mile passed. His mind went blank. He did not
think, nor did he sense the passing of time. All time seemed to
stand still. He could still hear the chant in his head. Would
it ever go away? Would it ever leave him alone to live a normal
life again?
Then it did leave. A chill filled his soul where
the chant had been. He blinked, suddenly aware of his
surroundings. He saw a Shell sign and a collection of lights
glowing in the distance. He gave a great, shuddering sigh, as if
awaking from a horrible nightmare. He looked down at himself to
find his clothes still neat, clean, and dry. He had been
sure…
William pulled into Hammond at 1:13 in the
morning. Forty five minutes had passed since he entered the fog.
It seemed like weeks. He was surprised to find the gas station
still open. It was at the edge of town. He pulled in and sighed
in relief. He’d just made it, the gauge was on empty. William
watched an 18 year old boy in greasy blue clothes put down a
magazine and come outside.
“What can I do you for?” he asked tiredly.
“Gas, high test.”
“Gotcha,” he said, finding the gas cap and
sticking the nozzle in with a clatter.

“Is there a hotel around here?” William asked,
looking in his mirror at the attendant. He appeared to be
thinking.
“No, not unless you go south to Norlans, but I
wouldn’t recommend it until morning.”
“Where?”
“New Orleans,” he said slowly and patiently.
“I took I12 to avoid New Orleans,” William
muttered.
“There’s an all-night restaurant,” the attendant
said brightly.

“Where?”
“Other end of town,” he pointed, as if William
didn’t know where the other end of town was. “There’s a park
across from it, truckers stop there and sleep.”
“Thanks. Hey…” he stopped uncertainly. He
didn’t want to look like an idiot, but something had happened.
Something horrible, something supernatural. He wanted an
explanation. He wanted to confirm his sanity.
“Have you seen anything strange in the swamp back
there?” William asked, pointing behind him.
“No!” the man said rudely. William was looking at
the man in the mirror, so he saw his face go pale. The man
licked his lips nervously, giving William a guilty, fleeting
glance.
“Really? What about a strange fog?”

The gas nozzle clicked, even though the car was
only three quarters full. The attendant slammed the nozzle back
into the pump and came up to the window.
“Seven dollars and forty six cents,” he growled
with his hand out. William started to object, then thought
better of it. He handed the man ten dollars.
“Keep the change,” he muttered.
“Thanks,” the man said reluctantly. He turned,
then hesitated. “Hey, mister.”
“Yes,” William said hopefully.
“Don’t go back there at night. Stay in the
park.”

“Why?” William asked, but the attendant was
already gone.
William ate at the all-night diner. He took his
time over several cups of coffee, watching the truckers come and
go. One thing was consistent, nobody went south on highway 51.
Everyone headed north. William slept at the park. He would not
return to the swamp at night. The rest of William’s trip was
uneventful.

Over the next few years William earned his
Bachelors at UC Berkeley, then returned to Florida several years
later. He never forgot that horrible night in Louisiana. No
matter where he went or what he did, it was always in the back of
his mind.

William slid his hard cock into the soft, wet
pussy of Megan Gray. She was naked, bent over the back of an
overstuffed chair. William huff and groaned above her silky
smooth back. Her pussy felt so damned good on his cock. She was
giving little kitten cries as he fucked her brutally. She liked
it hard, and so did William.
William’s legs were growing tired. He pulled out
of her pussy. She gasped in disappointment, turning to give him
a desperate look.

“On the couch,” he whispered with a smile. She
followed him to the couch. He laid on the couch and held up his
arms. She climbed on top and melted against him, quickly
repositioning her pussy and sliding down his hard cock. They
gasped together. She began riding quickly and roughly, now in
command of the situation. William didn’t mind. Megan was on the
top of his list, in the little black book. She could have it any
way she wanted it.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. She had her head thrown
back, facing the ceiling. Her pussy was hot, very hot. He
hadn’t felt such heat since… NO! He didn’t want to think about
that now. Not now. Why wouldn’t it ever go away? Why had he
compared every living woman on Earth, to the beautiful woman in
the fog. He dated nobody who didn’t measure up to her standards.

“Oh yes!” Megan screamed, in the throes of orgasm.
She clamped her legs tightly against his body and ground her
pussy into his pelvis. He waited only a moment before his cock
spasmed, spurting cum into her wet, steamy pussy. Megan
continued riding until she brought herself to a second orgasm,
just seconds before he grew too sensitive to allow movement. He
held her in a rigid grip, gritting his teeth. She withered,
moving too much for a sensitive cock.
As he waited William enjoyed looking at the
slender, sleek form of his favorite girl. Her long brown hair
bordered on blonde, due to the hot Florida sun. Her body was
darkly tanned, her breasts nearly perfect. He had seen better,
but they had been sculpted by a plastic surgeon.
Megan was still moaning in the aftermath of her
orgasms. She sat facing the ceiling. Her neck was slender and
perfect, the muscles standing out in relief. She finally looked
down and smile. She laid on his chest and pulled his head into a
fervent kiss. He closed his eyes and accepted her tongue as it
entered his mouth. She moaned, pressing her breasts into his
hairy chest and rotating to stimulate her nipples. Her cock-filled pussy moved gently.
She was the sexiest living creature William had
ever known. She could give herself multiple orgasms, while he
sat watching TV. At the moment she was sitting astride his wet
and wilted cock, sliding gently in an attempt to bring about a
third orgasm. She never quit, never had enough.

Her firm thighs were clamped against his body.
Her pussy felt hot, very hot, on his wilted cock. When he opened
his eyes, he was looking into a pair of slitted lizard eyes in a
red, blotchy face. Her hair moved and undulated like a million
snakes. She laughed into his mouth. He felt her tongue
extending, filling his mouth, going down his throat. He started
chocking and struggling in fear.
William threw the evil being off his body with a
great heave. She screamed like an evil hag as she flew across
the room into the wall. Her haggish screams turned to the cries
of a woman. The face shimmered and returned to that of Megan.
She was crying, giving him a hurt, outraged look.
“Why!” she screamed in pain and fury. “Why!” she
screamed again. William had no answer.
“You fucking asshole!” she screamed. She grabbed
up her clothing from the floor, cursing as she stormed out of his
apartment. He knew she would never return. But his mind was on
the horror he had seen. He would miss Megan later. He could
never explain, even to himself.
“Megan,” he whispered in regret. He slugged the
back of the couch three times violently, then wilted in defeat.
It would never leave him in peace. This had been the first
illusion. It would not be the last, he knew this.

The Southeastern Business Park in Gainseville
Florida was small, in comparison to most complexes in the area.
Stately pines lined an asphalt parking lot. Fruit trees bordered
the parking spaces. Flowers separated the parking lot from the
buildings.

Seven domed buildings were connected by a quaint
covered walkway. Southeastern Business Park was an exclusive
park, housing an insurance agent, a branch of the local bank, and
an advertising firm. Last in the row of buildings was Brady &
Associates, an architectural firm. In the last window on the
right, belonging to Brady & Associates, sat a man on the edge of
the desk, staring out the window across the parking lot. His
eyes did not see the beautiful trees, flowers, the brown grass
waving in the wind, or the crows screaming as they flew from one
tree to another. His eyes were focused inward, on a fog which he
had seen 17 years earlier.
Why were the visions haunting him now? Why, after
all this time, was that night haunting him, ruining his life,
trying to destroy him? Life had never been quite the same since
that night. Some would call him lucky, he had conclusive proof
of an afterlife. But he knew better. Part of him was missing,
still trapped in that fog. And the fog wished to devour the rest
of him. He knew it. He could feel it. It owned him, body and
soul.
“I won’t go back,” William said viciously.
“Bill?” a familiar voice called from behind
him.
“Huh? What?” he asked, startled.

“I asked you if you want to join me at the club
for lunch. It’s steak and lobster today.”
“No, thanks Philip. Not today.”
“Something bothering you?”
“Yes, I… left something in Louisiana,” William
finally said, coming to a decision. “I guess it’s time to go
find it.”
“You have about seven years of vacation time
coming, take all you need,” Philip said grandly. “Just be back
on Monday.”
“I wish I could, but it will take some time to
prepare. I can’t go in there cold. Knowledge is power.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Philip
looked askance at him.
“Nothing. Just thinking out loud.”
“Hey, Bill, have you got an ex I didn’t know
about?”
“Huh? Oh no,” William said, his mind already on
other things. “No, not at all. It’s just an old fear I have to
conquer.”
“Well good luck. Phobias can be a bitch. See you
next week,” he laughed, then waved closing the door behind
him.
“I sure hope so,” William muttered. He looked out
the window, pulling on his bottom lip. He would start today. No
sense in putting it off. He needed to learn all he could about
ghosts and evil, and how to defeat them.

“Damned!” he said, remembering Megan’s face.
“Dam, dam, dam,” he cried, slamming his fist down on the
desk.

William turned North on highway 51. This time he
was surprised to find that everything was different. A
McDonalds, KFC, and Wendy’s shared space with a Holiday Inn and four
gas stations. He ignored them all, heading North toward Hammond.
The swamp looked less hostile in the daytime. He had no doubt
that it was filled with poisonous spiders and snakes, and of
course the ever-present alligators. But, these were natural
enemies. He feared the supernatural. He studied the swamp until
he spotted the shell station far ahead.
“Hammond had become an unbelievable metropolis.
Even the Shell Station had changed. It was now a modern mini-
mart without the previous garage. Hammond was more than ten
times it’s previous size. As he passed through the town he
recognized the all-night diner. It had been turned into a
Denny’s at some time in the past. It was almost unchanged,
except for the new siding and a new sign. A modern truck stop
had gone in next door, dramatically reducing its popularity.
He climbed out of his Navigator and activated the
alarm. Stretching before he entered the diner, a 2,000 year old
amulet pulled out of his shirt, hanging by it’s chain on his
chest. He quickly shoved it back inside, but not before several
occupants has seen it.
“Nice jewelry,” the waitress said, while leading
him to a table.
“It protects me from nosy people.”

“Good luck with that,” she snorted.
“Are there many nosy people around here?” he
asked.
“Hundreds, and not all of them are residents.”
“Such as???”
“Now who’s nosy? What would you like?” she asked
as she handed him a menu.
“What can I get that hasn’t been frozen?”

“Breakfast,” she said with a knowing smile. Not
many people caught on to the fact that they warmed up TV dinner
style meals and dumped them on a plate.
“Coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. Over easy and
white,” he said, anticipating her questions. She smiled and
left. He looked out across what had been the park, 17 years
before, now it was apartments. She returned with his coffee.
She leaned against him with a slender hip, as she filled his cup.
He gave her a winning smile. She was extremely young and
fuckable. He wouldn’t mind a little diversion. She
wasn’t up to Megan’s standards, but her southern accent more than
made up for it.
“Been working here long?” he asked.
“Six long hours,” she gasped.
“No, I meant in years?”
“Naw, I just started two months ago.”

“Who has worked here the longest?” he asked,
looking around.
“Millie. She’s been here since ‘83.”
“Really?” he asked in sudden interest. “Is she
here?”
“No, she’s on the midnight shift. Why, did you
lose something?”
“So to speak,” he nodded.
“You’re not going to get weird on me, are
you?”

“What?” he asked with a chuckle.
“You know, weird. As in ghost, devils, and
UFO’s?”
“Why, have other’s asked questions?”
“Are you a reporter?”
“No, I’m an architect. I specialize in designing
bridges.”
“Well there are plenty of bridges around here,”
she said, still leaning against him. He lowered his hand and
touched her leg, just below the knee. She didn’t move or cry
out.

“If you’ve been working for six hours, you must
get off soon,” he said in a low voice.
“One hour and 53 minutes,” she whispered in
return.
“Is there a hotel around here?”
“Boy, you work fast.”
“No, I need a place to stay,” he turned red in
embarassment.
“I don’t mind. Sure, about a mile on down,” she
nodded past the truck stop.

“Can you show me?”
“You betcha. Just take your time over your
coffee,” she said with a youthful smile. William was thrilled.
He loved making new conquests, especially with girls 20 years
younger than himself. But a nagging worry bothered him. His
thoughts returned to Megan. He licked his dry lips, while
following the waitress with his eyes. Why worry, it couldn’t
happen again? His heart raced as he looked at the sexy legs
beneath her ridiculous striped dress. Her pony tail swayed
behind her when she hurried from one table to another.
What a girl, he thought to himself. He loved
country girls, they were so… clean, refreshing. City girls
went home after work, put on a pound of makeup, a bushel of
clothes, and a load of bull. He had seen the same act, the same
routine, as if each girl had rehearsed it out of some play book.
Sure, there were some variations, but nothing new. He had seen
it all. There were two primary acts, the black females who did a
lot of head shaking and pointing, and the white females who did a
lot of hair flipping and mysterious looks. Of course there were
so-called strong females who tried to act like a man, and were
just as desirable as one. They stood tall for women’s rights.
Hell, women had more rights than men already.
“Hey, are you in there?” the waitress said,
holding a pot of coffee in front of his face. She stood in front
of William, looking down at him in concern.
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“You want more coffee?” she asked, looking from
his full plates, to his empty cup.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, glance at her name tag.
“Jane”, it read. She filled his cup, winked and left. That was
refreshing, he thought, no hair flip, no pretense, just coffee
and a wink. Kind of like Santa.
The end of her shift came swiftly. William
followed Jane home.
William helped take off her ridiculous dress.
“How can they make you wear those?”
“They say wear them or walk. Jobs are scarce, and
most jobs in the country are for life. That’s why Millie is
still there.”
“Oh yeah, I have to speak with her.”

“Well we’ve got 8 hours,” she said brightly.
“I hope it’s enough,” he laughed, pushing her back
on the bed. She fell with a giggle. Her underwear was all
white, it made her look virginal.
Her long black hair was spread out on the bed
around her. Her firm, meaty legs were open and lifted. He
pressed a hand over her cone-shaped breast.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said quietly. He
meant it. She was so young it hurt, and he had come to realize
that youth alone was beautiful.
“You must have seen plenty of pretty girls in
Florida.”
“Sure. How’s that song go? You can comb my hair,
undress me everywhere? That applies to most of the girls I’ve
known back home. They are plastic. Plastic faces, fake blonde
hair, plastic breasts. They all look the same.”

“God, it can’t be that bad,” she laughed.
“Just about. Take off your underwear,” he
urged.
“You too, this ain’t a free show.”
“Agreed,” he said, undressing quickly. He watched
her breasts as they appeared. Creamy white with pink, almost
invisible areolas, and tiny little nipples. She was so young, he
almost expected large, puffy nipples. He leaned down and
captured one nipple in his lips, as he finished pulling off his
pants and socks.
Jane slid out of her panties. He stopped and
looked at her slightly hairy abdomen above a small clam-like
pussy. He shook his head in wonder. Exquisite! Normally, he
didn’t like a hairy pussy, but she was just hairy enough to make
it look sexy. Her pussy was small and girlish. Very
desirable.
He again captured her right nipple with his lips
and sucked. His right hand snaked across her body and tweaked
her left nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her sweet red
lips.

William decided to take it one step at a time. He
would not fall for the illusion if it occurred again. He sucked
gently, while his hand went down to her pussy. She moaned,
arching her back, pushing her pussy against his hand. He
watched, mesmerized by the changing emotions on her face, and
wary of the return of an illusion. Would he ever trust his
senses again?
William broke contact with Jane’s right nipple.
He looked down at her sexy, compact body and shuddered. She was
so young, so damned fresh and sexy. He didn’t deserve such
pleasure. Scrambling backwards, he made his way beside her and
dropped his mouth to her gentle mound. Pushing her leg aside to
make more room, he gave her pussy a full-lipped kiss. She sighed
and lifted her womanhood to meet his mouth. He sucked and
tongued her young flesh urgently, wishing that he could crawl
right up inside her and fuck her from the inside out. His tongue
and mouth had her moaning and thrashing on the bed.
William stopped and rolled her over on her
stomach.
“No, my turn,” Jane gasped, sitting up and pushing
him down.”
“But I was just…”
“Too damned slow,” she said in his face. She
leaned down and kissed him while she backed against his penis.
Her pussy moved, trying to enfold his cock, slide it into her
steamy depths. His eyes opened in horror. This is what Megan
did before…

“What’s the matter, don’t you like girls?” she
asked, looking down at his half-wilted cock.
“Oh God yes, I love girls. And you are one of the
hottest girls I have done in a long time, it’s just…” he
stopped, seeing the warning look in her eyes. He needed to think
up a lie, and do it fast.
“I have to take a piss,” he said.
“Ok, I’ll put it on hold,” she said, rolling off
his body. “That way,” she pointed with a dramatic “queen of the
nile” pose. He followed her pointing finger, which rested on her
bent knee, and saw three doors. He found the bathroom behind the
last door.
He did piss, then stood looking in the mirror.
Did he really know the man looking back at him? Was he the man
he thought he was? He reached down and held the amulet, which
was supposed to protect him from evil. What evil, new evil, old
evil, the pit of hell kind of evil? In his car he had crosses
reputed to be blessed by saints, holy water, chants and prayers,
and even a voodoo object or two. With all that protection, he
should be able to have sex undisturbed. It was his mind plaguing
him now, not the evil.
“Get a grip,” he whispered to the face in the
mirror. He washed his face and hands, then turned to find Jane
standing in the doorway.

“You are one of them, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he reluctantly admitted.
“When?”
“Seventeen years ago.”
“So that’s why you want to see Millie?”
“Yeah,” he said, leaning against the sink. He
stared at her naked body and felt himself hardening again. She
was small, compact and muscular.

“Is that why you are here? To confront that
thing?”
“It is,” he admitted. “It’s ruining my life.”
“You aren’t the first, and probably won’t be the
last. They all disappear, you know.”
“All? A lot of men?”
“Men, women, boys and girls. They never come
back. That’s why I was hoping…” she turned away before she
burst into tears. He started forward, but she turned back with a
straight face and a brave smile.
“Well at least that still works,” she giggled as
she pointed. He looked down to see his cock rock hard, swaying
as he took a step.

“What is it?” she asked forcefully. “What makes a
man so crazy that he has to come back, but so embarrassed that he
can’t talk about it, and so excited that it gives him a hard-on?”
“Evil, sex, depravity, and suffering. Sadistic
visions, perverted sex acts, all playing on your most basic of
emotions, guilt,” he said, thinking as he talked. “Do you know
what it is?”
“Some people call it the Collection, others call
it Masey’s Apparition. Whatever you call it, it’s evil. I know
there was a clan of people who lived off the swamps here almost
two hundred years ago. I think Masey was the old woman who ran
the clan. I guess they were all killed. Supposedly thirty some
people disappeared in one night. Somebody said a French pirate
used to live around here long before that. He and his crew
disappeared too. It was all blamed on Indians, but maybe that
thing killed them.”
“It could be. I got the impression that it was
old, very old. Maybe since the creation of the Earth.”
“The locals never use that highway at night. Some
people wanted the road closed down, but too many people wanted
the business it brings in. The town would die without it.
Other’s wanted to post warning signs, or close the highway at
night, but they were laughed out of the meeting. So it stays the
way it is.”
“And people die,” William said thoughtfully.

“Can you finish what you started?” she asked,
looking down at his hard cock and licking her lips.
“I’ll try. I seem to be prone to hallucinations.
I hurt the last girl because of them.”
“I’ll take my chances. I need a good fuck. I
could tie you to the bed,” she said playfully.
“Like hell,” he said, hugging her close, then
capturing a breast in his hand. They walked back to the bedroom
that way. They fell on the bed in the middle of a kiss. When
William fearfully opened his eyes he saw only Jane laying before
him.
“Lay on your back and bend your legs,” he said,
positioning her on the big bed.
“Why?”

“You’ll see. It’s a great position.”
William slid inside her bent knees and touched her
pussy with his cock. She whimpered in delight. By moving
slightly and pushing, she inserted his cock into her eager pussy.
She rode gently against his cock, pushing her ass toward him
while relaxing on her back. William reached out and captured a
breast, from where he laid beneath her. She smiled and closed
her eyes, enjoying the sensations.
William pumped his pelvis to meet her impatient
pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was noisy
in the quiet room. Her moans were rhythmic and pleasant.
William looked over her compact, sexy body and suddenly felt
good, very good. He had been pursuing women for the past 17
years. In each and every case he found each woman to be unique,
fascinating, and beautiful in her own way. There was nothing
wrong about sex, nothing evil or foreboding. It was a part of
nature. It was a part that William enjoyed very much.
“Oh yes,” Jane panted, growing hotter. William
stopped moving. He allowed Jane to become desperate for a
moment, then begin rubbing her pussy up and down over his
impaling cock. He knew she was receiving and entirely new set of
sensations. His long cock was now churning her hot cunt flesh
like a stick in butter. The position allowed his cock to extend
well up inside her pussy. He could occasionally feel her cervix
strike the end of his cock. In each case Jane stiffened and
hissed at the pain and stimulation it caused. She was getting
hot, real hot.
William’s motives were self-centered. He wanted
Jane to bring herself off in such a manner, because it generated
less sensation in his own penis. He knew that she would come
first, then finish him with her mouth. This is what William
wanted, to see that sexy mouth sucking on his juice-coated cock.
It was so erotic. He knew that any woman who would suck her own
juice off a cock, was a potential lesbian. And William was
fascinated by lesbians. Most men were.
“Oh… oh God,” Jane gasped, humping faster. Her
breasts jiggled nicely. William again captured her left breast
in his hand and rotated her nipple with his thumb. She hissed in
pleasure, grabbed his hand and sucked his index finger into her
mouth. She the released it and mashed her own breasts in her
hands.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!” Jane screamed, stiffening
with her back arched, her pussy grinding against his cock. He
continued stimulating her breast, as he carefully watched her
face. It was twisted and ugly, but thankfully this was due to
her intense orgasm. She sat up explosively, grabbing his hip and
pulling her pussy tightly against it. He leaned forward and
captured her nipple in his lips. He sucked like a starving
infant. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. Slowly
she relaxed. She gave out an exhausted sigh and fell back on the
bed, with her hand still on his head.
“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “But you didn’t
come.”
“You noticed?”
“Let me finish you,” she easily said the words
that William loved so much. He rolled over on his back and
opened his legs. She rolled between them and took his hard cock
into her hand. She pumped it for a moment, then dropped her lips
over the end. She sucked and licked for a moment, then sank her
mouth well down on his shaft.
William gasped in delight. Her lips were so hot,
so soft on the shaft of his cock. Through a vast amount of
experience, he had learned that a black woman had the softest
lips of all and invariably rated number one on his blowjob list,
but any lips could feel heavenly when you badly needed an
orgasm.
“You sweet little cocksucker,” he gasped, holding
her head in his hands. “I love southern girls,” he cried
happily, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’m glad,” a sweet southern voice said, chilling
him to the bone. He fearfully dropped his eyes to Jane, but it
was no longer Jane sucking his cock, it was the beautiful woman
from the fog.
“Do not fear,” she gasped, before licking the head
of his cock. “I am congenial, sir,” she before taking his cock
into her mouth. She rose and sank several times, before her
beautiful blue eyes looked up into his. “I have missed this,”
she said with a note of sadness in her voice.
“You’re a ghost!” William squealed.
“So?”
William was at a loss. What could he say to
that?
“I have a ghost sucking my cock,” he said
emphatically.

“And?”
“You, you, you…” he gasped in confused concern,
then closed his eyes in pleasure. Her ghostly lips sank over his
long shaft with just the right amount of pressure and suction.
She was good, much better than Jane.
“Let me finish this, then we can talk,” she said,
lifting her body slightly so she could sink his entire shaft down
her throat. He watched apprehensively as the entire length of
his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Would she bite the damned
thing off? Damned, she was good.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. Her eyes
smiled into his, but she continued his blowjob uninterrupted. He
felt the fire building. The pressure intensified in his balls.
He clenched his ass muscles and waited. He knew he was close.
How would she handle his orgasm? After all, she was a ghost, he
thought with a shiver running up his spine. Would his cum simply
shoot through the back of her head? No, she was using the body
of Jane. What would Jane remember?
“Oh God,” he said, reaching out to hold her head
in his hand. He quickly jerked his hand back. Her warm smile
heartened him. He bravely reached out again and firmly planted
his hand on the top of her head. The illusion was so good, that
he could see his hand ruffling her hair. He reached out and
touched her cheek. It was warm and soft.
“Oh fuck,” he screamed. His balls clenched, then
released their load into her willing mouth. She sucked
frantically, drinking every little spurt and trickle, then more
calmly as he slowed, then stopped. She milked his cock with her
slender white hand, while sucking on the end to drain it. Slowly
she released it and sat up.

“Ghost or not, you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever fucked,” he whispered, as if afraid of waking up Jane.
He saw her flinch at his words.
“Please, sir, do not be crude.”
“Pardon?” he asked, really confused.
“Do not use crude words to describe a wonderful
deed. It was a very pleasant intercourse.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Noted,” she said with a smile and a nod.

“Who are you?”
“I was Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough. I died in
1845 during an Indian attack. I can not remember the exact means
of my demise, but I believe my husband killed me from behind to
spare me the horrors of rape and torture. Little did he know…”
she trailed off, a look of pain crossed her face.
“Damned,” he said. He saw her flinch again. He
held up a hand in apology. “So why are you here? Why are you
still around? A woman like you should have gone straight to
heaven.”
“I am being held in this place by a force you can
not understand. It is an ancient force, a living thing composed
of many dead beings. I have heard it is composed of pure energy,
but I would not know. It attracts and captures souls. You, sir,
can release me. Of all the men who have tried, you are the only
one who has a chance to succeed.”
“Me, I’m nobody.”
“You have an aura and strength which it fears, but
at the same time it is enchanted by you. You seem to fascinate
it, it wants to possess you.”

“Oh, wonderful.”
She nodded in agreement, misunderstanding his
sarcasm.
“I have to face it,” he admitted.
“I know. It retains a piece of you, just as it
retains all of me. Thanks to that piece of you, there is a ghost
of you in the collection. Just as I am a ghost in your reality,
you are a ghost in mine. I have grown to like you, even though
we have never really met.”
“You are making my head hurt,” William said,
holding his hands to his head.
“I am sorry. I must go now. I will first advise
you. Go to meet the collection with strength. Have a priest
bless you. Take your charms and magic, since you believe so
strongly in them. But it is you who can defeat it. Not your
body the person you are on the inside. I will help all I can,”
she added as she faded out.

“Hey, where do I go?” he asked.
“What?” Jane asked in confusion. She looked down
at his deflated cock, then looked around the empty room in fear
and confusion.
“Who are you talking too?”
“Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough.”
“Is that a fucking joke?” she asked, blinking.
“I wish it was. I have to go,” William said,
standing and stepping into his clothes.

“That’s it? Wham, bam, fuck you ma’am?”
“Unless you want to come along.”
“Where?” she asked, then flinched when he gave her
a steady stare.
“No thanks. I’ll just chill out here. Call me if
you live through it.”
“I will,” he promised.

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2008-Apr-3 - Teacher??™s Pet

The music was a little loud for Kaye’s taste, but the students seemed to be having a good time, and Kaye didn’t really have anything else to do, so she didn’t mind that when principal Ray Devlin asked her to chaperone the Saturday night dance in the school gym. A local dejay was playing all the latest CD’s, and with about a half hour to go, he had slowed the pace down, giving the students a chance to have a few slow dances. It looked like it would turn out to be an uneventful evening, until Cal Norridge showed up. Right from the get go Kaye could see that he had been drinking, so she quickly moved towards him to prevent any altercations he might start up. When she stepped in front of him, her nostrils were filled with the pungent aroma of fresh liquor, and she hoped that she could get him to leave without causing a scene. “Cal,” she began, “Since you’ve been drinking I think you had better leave, school property is no place for that kind of activity!” Cal gave a short harsh laugh and replied insolently, “Who’s been drinking, I don’t see anyone drinking!!!” Taking him by the arm, she started to lead him to the front door, but instead of going out, he veered off and headed down one of the dark corridors, laughing and singing as he went! “Drunk as a skunk,” she thought to herself, as she took off after him!
By the time she caught up to him, they were far away from the gym, and as he turned to face her he said, “Hey pretty teacher, you’ve got nice tits, why don’t you let me touch them, while reaching out his hand for a quick feel!!! Kaye jumped back, but not soon enough, and the insolent junior’s fingers brushed over her heavy chest! “Stop that,” she barked, “stop that this instant and go home!!!” Getting even bolder, Cal, a nineteen year old incorrigible, quickly cornered her, and pressed his body against hers, groping her ass as he pulled her closer to him! For the first time, a she felt a stab of fear in her stomach, they were a long ways from help, and Cal was strong as an ox! Fighting to push him away, she said through clenched teeth, “Stop this at once or I’ll scream!!!” Cal just laughed and covered her mouth with his forcing his tongue into her mouth, Frenching her right there in the hall!!! She almost gagged from the taste of bourbon, but Cal kept kissing her, while cupping her ass with one hand, and kneading her breasts with the other!!! Being a young woman with a naturally strong sex drive and no steady boy friend, the feeling of having a man so close made her knees grow weak and her resolve wane! Even though he wasn’t as experienced as someone older, Cal could sense right away that she was his for the taking! Dropping his hand from her boobs, he reached down and unzipped his pants, and slid his thickening pecker out into the night air! Kaye couldn’t believe what was happening, but her clit had totally taken over her senses, and she automatically reached down and slowly began fisting the hard cock that stood up proudly between them!!!
While she was doing him, he started to unbutton Kaye’s blouse, while muttering under his breath,
“I’ve always wanted to see what these babies looked like, and now I’m gonna get my chance!!!”
Her bra was low cut and lacy, and her 36D’s hung full and firm in their nylon cups. Kaye’s breasts had always been exceptionally sensitive to the touch, and having a nineteen year old feeling her up sent shock wave after shock wave straight to her now throbbing clit, and she whispered hoarsely into his ear, “Do you like my bra, it’s a D-cup!?!” “Oh sweet jesus, yes, he moaned, I’ve never seen anything like it!!!” Slipping her boobs from her bra, Kaye thrust her chest upward, a clear invitation that she wanted him to orally partake of her beautiful chest! Although his technique was a little rough, the nibbling and sucking of her rubbery nipples caused her to moan out loud and beg him for more, and so for the next five minutes or so, she got the tit sucking of a lifetime!!! With her clit growing hotter by second, Kaye all at once had an overwhelming desire to take Cal’s cock into her mouth and suck him off!!! She pulled her nipple from his mouth and offered, “My turn now,” and dropping to her knees, let the fat erection pop into her waiting mouth!!! “Oh, god,” he groaned, “I’m cumming!!!” Kaye was now almost in a frenzy for cock, and as Cal’s pecker erupted, she swallowed every drop from the spurting baby maker!!!
After savoring the hot load of the young stud, Kaye stood up, leaned against a locker, hiked her skirt up above her waist, and ordered, “Okay, stud, show mama how good a cunt lapper you can be!!!!” Like a magnet drawn to metal, Cal’s tongue made a beeline straight for Kaye’s pussy, where it bored in on her fully erect clit!!! Now it was her turn to feel an orgasm racing through her loins, and she lifted a nipple to her mouth to speed up the process!!! She sucked her nipple harder and harder, using her own body knowledge to make her climax even more intense!!! Again, Cal was short on technique and long on effort, but that was always better than having a so called “expert” beat around the bush and leave you hanging!!! A slick tongue meeting a slick clit always caused Kaye to have her most intense orgasms, and Cal’s relentless assault on her sex, her own oral attention to her nipples, coupled with the fact that she hadn’t had a climax in over two days resulted in an orgasm that left her literally shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze!!!
Now completely disheveled, Kaye quickly began putting herself back together, so she could return to the dance, while at the same time telling Cal, “Now, you have to get out of here, or we’re both in big trouble!!!” Cal gave her a lopsided grin, helped her return her tits back to their prison, and said, “Ya know what, teach, I think I’m gonna need some after school tutoring, don’t you?!?”
Kaye just smiled and answered, “My room, tomorrow after school, be there!!!”

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2008-Apr-3 - Liliane Tiger - Pink pony

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2008-Apr-3 - Movie Gallery From Banging Pussies

This double ass treat will drive any man to the comforts of polygamy. One darliong is this hard dick's wife and the other is her friend. if he's not dipping into the poopy hole of one of them he's getting his cock tugged by a thirsty mouth.

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2008-Apr-3 - Fundiana

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2008-Apr-3 - Traci sucks a mean cock!

Here is another one of those very cute teen girls who gets seduced by an older guy who knows exactly what he wants. And Traci is an enthusiastic, if not so experienced lover. Her clothes don’t stay on her body for more then a minute as this video begins by jumping right into the action as these two get naked. Once her clothes are off there is no need for getting Traci ready she wants some cock and she wants it NOW! She sucks on this guy’s cock like a jackhammer moving up and down the shaft so fast sometimes you can’t even see her clearly! And once his cock finds its way into her tight teen pussy the fun really begins! He rams it home so hard there is no way this girl can keep herself from cumming! When he finally lets her have his load it is all over her pretty face and I swear some of it shoots up her nose! This is a very hot video feature a very sexy cute teen girl!

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2008-Apr-3 - Katherinne

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2008-Apr-3 - Movie Gallery From Full Time Videos

She might look like a total babe but Mary is nothing but a total whore. She lives to be used by any guy who wants her and the harder the fucking they give this dirty little slut the happier she is. Right now she’s getting hammered and she loves it.

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2008-Apr-3 - Uniform Desire - Naughty Teen Secretary Strip

Meet Kinzie, so sweet, so innocent, so naughty? Yeah, this blonde teen isn't as sweet and innocent as her coworker think she is. I got to meet the real Kinzie and I wasn't disappointed at all. I'll admit, when I first met Kinzie, she seemed pretty boring. She was dressed a little sexy in a cute little secretary outfit, but she was so into her work that it was a turn off. However, I was fortunate to stop by her office more than a few times and got to know the other side of Kinzie. Eventually, I was able to get her to pose in her secretary clothes for Uniform Desire. Click here to see the photos of Kinzie. Right on her desk, she strips out of her clothes and shows off all of her tight teen body. She definitely has a body made for having sex. She even took out a dildo that was hidden in her purse. She ends up attaching it to her desk and riding it like it was a hard cock. It was one of the hottest things I've ever seen a secretary do.

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2008-Apr-3 - September Scott - Lingerie Pics Fun

What’s up boys? It’s September Scott back with another naughty picture gallery. This time, I thought I would show off my naughty lingerie. I original bought this for a special night I was planning with a guy friend. However, he turned out to be a jerk and an asshole so I thought I would share my naughty lingerie with you instead. I wish he wasn’t such a loser, because just trying on the lingerie gets me so hot and bothered. It’s not long before I just have to start fingering myself. I wish I had a cock to fuck my tight teen pussy, but my fingers definitely got the job done. It wasn’t long before I was I starting to climax!

Come see all my dirty pictures at my website. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised. I’m not as sweet and innocent as I look. I definitely like to get naughty, getting fucked, sucking cock and even fooling around with other girls.

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2008-Apr-3 - Pud Pullin - Handjob And Titty Fucking

Meet one of my favorite handjob sluts, Rebbecca. This horny amateur has given me more than a few handjobs but this is the first time she's done one for Pud Pullin. I've been trying to get her to make an appearance on the site for a while, today I was finally able to get her to do it!

Click here to see the photos of Rebbecca giving handjob. Of course, I also have to mention her amazing boobs. While giving a handjob, she loves to put my cock between her boobs and let me titty fuck her. She also likes it when I cum from her handjobs that I cum all over her tits. She loves feeling the hot jizz on her tits and will even suck it off her own boobs. Not only is she a handjob slut, but she's also a cum slut.

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2008-Apr-3 - Here is the background on this very good video.

He installed the mirror just like he was paid to, but he also took a mini spycam and installed it expertly in an area it would not be seen in. Here is the best footage he shot and sent to me. It shows that same girl getting undressed, washing her panties in the sink and then taking a shower/bath. The light coming in the window highlights her fucking incredible body. Next time he nicer to the hired help slut!

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2008-Apr-3 - Mackenzie Kayne - Sexy Exotic Dancer

So, I’ve had this fantasy for a while. I’m a gogo dancer/stripper, whatever you want to call it. I’m wearing this outfit, complete with glass heels. I’m on the stage, dancing to the music, surrounded by a bunch of guys. They’re all staring at me, as I start to tease, slowly taking off my clothes. I’m wearing nothing buy my socks and heels and they all want me.

My friend has been trying to get me to go to the amateur night at the local gentlemans club. She doesn’t understand why I don’t want to go - I mean I guess it doesn’t make sense that I take off my clothes online for everyone to see but won’t do it in person. Anyways, for now, I’d like to keep it as my own personal fantasy, that maybe, I’ll share with any guy lucky enough to come into my bedroom.

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2008-Apr-3 - Olesia and Liana use a toy on each other

Ok if you had two teen girls who approached you with an idea for a shoot staring both of them and they looked THIS good would you turn them away? Yeah me either. So they said they wanted to do a shoot together and when they said it involved a pistol, a knife, a military uniform and a couple of dildos… somehow I thought that didn’t sound like a bad idea to me heh heh. This is a very hot look into these two girls sexual psychology and very easy to get off on.

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2008-Apr-3 - Movie Gallery From Sweet Melons

Tanya's big titties attracts all sorts of babe fuckers. These two lucky studs have more than a handle of babe meat on their hands and they better start fucking her soon before more men find their way to her. But Tanya will have no problem with more cocks, as her holes can take any size and any number of 'em.

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2008-Apr-3 - Sweet Teen Lesbian Kisses

Elena & Inna have been long time friends and they had always enjoyed chatting with one another about the people they knew and what was going on. On this sunny Saturday afternoon though things were a bit different as both girls became very horny and friendly little pecks on the cheek turned into lustful deep kisses. The sweet teen girls get more and more intense until both of them are licking each others pussies to orgasm.

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2008-Apr-3 - Mutiny

I walked with pride and assurance through United
Space Station, Saturn Base One. My high heels clicked on the
plastic- coated steel deck, echoing through the passageways,
drawing attention to my long, shapely legs and short uniform
skirt. It was a day I will never forget, the absolute best day of
my long career. I was a tall, sexy, blonde and one of the newest
Lieutenants in the fleet. I was so hot I glowed. All heads turned
as I passed, male heads in desire, female heads in envy.
As I started to board the CSF Pueblo the sun was
coming around Saturn. I stepped out on the catwalk and the sun
suddenly struck the space station and lit every porthole from one
end to the other in the long, narrow tunnel. It glowed with
awesome intensity, lighting my path with dozens of golden beams
of light. I considered this a good omen, both for my new
assignment and my new career. I had recently been promoted to
Lieutenant and transferred to another branch of the service.
After sixteen weeks of training, here I stood, hopeful, fresh,
and as naive as a Nebraskan farm girl.
I paused at the airlock, saluted aft, then
saluted the empty airlock.
“Navigator, CSF Pueblo, arriving,” the automated
greeter announced. I looked around expectantly, then frowned and
stepped into the ship. Somebody must have known I was coming, the
ship was certainly notified or the automatic greeter would not
have recognized me. The greeter repeated the message as I stood
on the Quarterdeck, waiting.
“Somebody shut that damned thing off!” I heard a
drunken voice shout from somewhere in the ship. I was, of course,
apprehensive. This was not the greeting I had expected. After
all, I was considered a very sexy lady by most of the young
officers in the ward room. Being ignored was not one of my strong
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“He… hello?” I called to the ship at large. I
listened, but heard only the hum of machinery.
“Well fuck you too,” I growled and slung my bag
firmly over my shoulder. I went down the main passageway looking
for signs on the doors. The Captain’s was the first and the
biggest, of course, followed by several unmarked cabins. I went
to the end cabin, knocked, then entered when nobody answered. It
was empty. The first thing I did was to scrawl “navigator” on a
piece of tape and slap it on my door, then I proceeded to unpack
and shower.
Before dropping off to sleep I changed the
combination on the cabin safe and put my most valuable items
inside. I inspected the safe for tampering, as I had been taught
in my recent training, then closed the safe and spun the
dial.
When I awoke, we were underway.
I shot out of bed, put on a new uniform and ran
for the bridge with my orders under my arm. I was shocked at what
I found. In the first place, on a ship this size there should
have been a crew of 17 to 24 people on board. What I found on the
bridge was one dirty, unkempt old man, and a nervous, possibly
insane girl who looked far older than she should have. As I
entered the nearly empty bridge, they both turned. The old man
glared, the girl looked frightened.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing on
my ship?” the old man shouted. I had my hand half way up for a
salute, but I dropped it in disgust.

“I’m the new Navigator, are you the Captain?”
“Damned right I am, and I do my own
navigating.”
“Not any more,” I said absently as I stared at
the very strange girl. Neither of them were in uniform. She
looked dirty and greasy, as if she were trying to make herself
less attractive. In my opinion she wasn’t all that great in the
first place.
“Why are you getting underway without a crew?” I
demanded.
“Shut up and sit down,” he turned and roared.
“Lieutenant Emily Henson, CSF, reporting as
ordered,” I gave my very best salute. I would not let one dirty
old man, pretending to be a starship captain, intimidate me.

“Get her the hell off my bridge, Zeller, before I
space her.”
The girl shot to her feet and dragged me off the
bridge. She looked behind her to make sure the captain wasn’t
looking, then bent close.
“What are you doing here?” she practically
screamed.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? And who
are you, by the way?”
“Petty Officer First Class Linda Zeller, supply
and provisions officer,” she whispered harshly. Didn’t anybody
get my messages?”
“What messages?”

“The… the messages I’ve been sending all over
Spacecom,” she whispered vehemently. “Didn’t anybody get at least
one?”
“I couldn’t tell you, Zeller. Now what’s this all
about?”
“The captain’s insane and the engineer is a
sadistic pig, that’s what it’s about. I told Spacecom not to send
a woman here. You’ll be raped and probably tortured,” she
whispered, painfully crushing my arm in her grip. “It get’s worse
every time we go out. He’ll kill us all this time, I know he
will.”
“I doubt that.”
“Have you looked around? Everybody else has
transferred off. They won’t let me go and won’t let me talk to
anybody on the outside. They say I’m needed to perpetuate the
species,” she said with a snarl. “So I’ve been slipping my
official reports into everything that leaves this ship.”
“Zeller, is this your idea of a sick joke? Things
like this just don’t happen in the Combined Space Fleet.”

“They do, sister, believe me,” she said with an
insane laugh. “Well one good thing will come of this. As long as
your around,” she stepped back and looked me over from head to
toe, “they’ll leave me alone. You’re fresh meat honey,” she said
disdainfully.
“I think you’re forgetting yourself, Zeller.”
“Hey, fuck you,” she said and turned away, going
back to her seat on the bridge. At a loss, I turned and made my
way back to the cabin. As the door slid open I noticed
immediately that somebody had gone through my stuff. Since there
were only four of us on board, it was easy to figure out who it
was. I checked the safe first, and found everything intact. I
slid a “saturday night companion” into my breast pocket, then
smoothed down the pocket so it wouldn’t show. Feeling a little
more secure, I turned and looked at my room. He had been going
through my underwear. I was sure there were some missing.
I put everything back in it’s place then went
over to the wall console and pressed the “communicate”
button.
“Ship, this is Navigator Henson. My special ID is
XPAPXSF-S6. I want this communication to be personal and secret.
Do you recognize my identification?”
“Noted and recognized,” the ship reported in an
unemotional voice.

“Good. Report who was in my room during my
absence and record it for future reference.”
“Chief Engineer Commander Ronald Crafton Jr.
entered your room at 0801 hours. He inventoried the contents of
your locker, then departed at 0812.”
“Thank you. I am now going to confront the chief
engineer about his pilfering. I want the entire encounter
recorded.”
“Noted.”
I spun out of my room and turned, going aft.
Engineering was easy to find, it was the last door at the end of
the passageway. I slammed the door open, surprising the chief
engineer at his desk. He quickly slid something into a drawer and
slammed the drawer shut. He gave me a sleazy smile and I knew I
was in trouble. There was an insane, possessive look in his eyes
that frightened and revolted me.
“You go in my cabin again, and I’ll cut your
balls off mister,” I said without preamble.

There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, then
the greedy look returned. “There must be some mistake,” he said
calmly.
“No mistake, except the one you made. Don’t do it
again.”
I turned away and saw a flicker of movement
beside me. I spun around and found Crafton at a non- regulation
control panel. He looked up in surprise.
“Routine maintenance,” he said with a slick
smile. I studied the panel critically for a moment, then spun and
left Engineering. I had gone thirty feet down the darkened
passageway before I felt a tingle against my skin and I was
suddenly jerked off my feet by a restraining field. I crashed
painfully into the left wall, with my feet dangling six inches
above the deck. I couldn’t move. The field had caught me around
the chest and waist. If it had been six inches higher, I would
have smothered to death.
I was frozen in the field, looking straight ahead
and slightly up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the emergency
hatch closing off the front of the ship. It closed with a loud
clang. There was no way for the Captain and Zeller to help me
now, even if they wanted too. With the restraining field tight
against my chin, I couldn’t yell for help anyway.
“Well, Miss sugar britches, what do you have to
say now?” the Engineer’s voice came from my left. When he
wandered into my view he was holding a pair of my favorite
panties up against his nose as he calmly surveyed my helpless
body. With my feet free I kicked at him. My shoe went flying past
his face. He didn’t even blink.

“Oh, in a hurry to get started, are you?” he
asked as he glanced down at my bare legs. “Calm down, sweet
thing, this is a one year voyage. We have all the time in the
world,” he said with a dirty smile. “I’ve never had a blonde
before, I’ve always wondered if they taste like vanilla or
butterscotch. Any thoughts on that matter? No?”
I glared at him, unable to speak. He stepped
forward and put a hand on my leg. I felt him slowly sliding my
skirt up to my crotch.
“Hum, looks delicious, I’d put my money on
butterscotch,” he said. I wished desperately to be able to get my
hand on the miniature laser in my breast pocket, but my arms were
pinned to the wall. I couldn’t even talk, otherwise I would order
the ship to give assistance. I knew this was well- planned. He’d
obviously done this before, if he had a projector hidden inside
the wall ahead of time.
“That is one sexy little skirt you’re wearing,”
he said as he stood so I could see him again. I glared at his
bald, sweaty head and hawk nose. I wanted to get back at him so
badly, but I was absolutely helpless. I was free from the waist
down, but there was little I could do, other than possibly
getting my legs around his neck and strangling him to death. As I
considered this possibility he suddenly grabbed my skirt and
ripped it down off my feet. My heart jumped into my throat as I
felt the cool air against my legs and thighs. I could practically
feel his dirty eyes devouring my body. His hands grabbed the
waistband of my panties and pulled them down with a jerk. I
kicked, but missed him again. When my panties were off he roughly
grabbed my right leg and pulled it aside. I felt wires being
wrapped around it. I struggled, but his grip was like iron on my
leg. In a moment my leg was restrained. He made several grabs for
my other, wildly flailing leg and finally held it in both hands.
He pried it aside and I could feel him twisting wires around that
ankle. Now I was helpless. When I tried to struggle, the wires
dug deeply into my legs. I couldn’t even cry.
I suddenly felt a full lipped kiss on the soft
skin of my pussy. My insides tightened in revulsion.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he said,
wagging a finger in my face. I wanted to tell him all the
horrible things I would do to him when… if I got lose. But I
could only glare my hatred at him. He didn’t care.

I thought I’d been there for hours, but it was
probably only a few minutes. I heard a clink of metal as
footsteps approached from the rear of the ship. In a moment he
was back, leering and holding up a rope and pulley for me to
see.
“This will feel better on those delicate legs of
yours, won’t it?” he asked, as if waiting for an answer. He was
out of my view for several minutes, then I felt him tying the
rope around my ankle. Mercifully, he took the horrible wires off
my leg. I felt the circulation starting to return to my foot with
agonizing tingles of renewed life. The sound of a squeaky pulley
led to my leg being pulled up and out. In a moment I was pinned
with my legs spread wide open. It took him only a few more
minutes to rig the same for my other leg.
“There, that’s much more efficient, right?” he
seemed proud of his work. There was a loud knock on the emergency
hatch. A look of irritation crossed his face as he went to the
hatch and palmed the switch just enough to see out.
“What do you want?” he asked in a gruff
voice.
“I wanted to see you do her,” I almost died with
relief when I heard Zeller’s voice. She wouldn’t let this evil
man get away with this. Not after she’d been through it
herself.
“I don’t want an audience, I want privacy,” he
shouted and started to close the door.

“What if I do her while you watch?” Zeller said
enticingly.
“You?”
“Sure.”
“You’d eat her and let me watch?”
“For hours, if you want.”
“This ain’t no trick, is it?”

“Absolutely not. She treated me like shit and I
want to humiliate her. Have you got her up on the wall?” Zeller’s
face suddenly peeked through the hatch. I glared at her, but
Zeller only winked.
“Get your split tail in here,” Crafton said,
opening the door. Zeller skipped inside and approached me. She
started to whisper something when my eyes went to Crafton, who
was coming up behind her.
“She looks good,” Zeller said with her hands
clasped behind her back. “How long’s she been up there?”
“About half an hour. Well, get at it girl.”
“Ok,” Zeller said with a quick smile. She
approached me and disappeared as she knelt out of sight. I
struggled to pull my legs free, but the ropes cut deeply into my
ankles, so I stopped.
“Oh, man. She looks so sweet,” Zeller said
enthusiastically.

“She is, taste her,” Crafton said greedily.
I felt Zeller’s hands on my inner thighs. In
wide-eyed horror I felt her breath against the sensitive skin of
my pussy, then she made full contact with her warm lips. She
pressed them firmly up against my pussy and kissed, then her
tongue dipped lightly between my soft, wet folds and flickered
here and there for a moment teasing my pussy unmercifully. She
was creating a fire in my belly. My inside churned in response to
her gentle kiss. I had never been eaten by a woman before, but I
certainly wanted to be finished by Zeller before they let me
down. I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy, down to the
crack of my ass. I was so hot. Her tongue slither back and forth,
as it worked it’s way from the top of my mound, to the deep wet
hole at the bottom. The tongue snaked in and out rapidly, then
licked it’s way around my outer lips.
Zeller pressed her puckered lips against my vulva
and sucked, relieving me of some of my abundant juices. Suddenly,
she pulled away.
“She is so delicious,” Zeller said with a gusty
sigh.
“See. I told you,” Crafton said as if he’d
invented my pussy himself.
“Can you change the ropes so they go around her
knees? I want to lift them so I can get at here ass.”

“Me and you both, girl. Just a minute.”
The ropes were moved up to my knees. At first I
thought I would be split apart, until my knees suddenly sagged
and my legs flew up in the air. If I wasn’t embarrassed enough
before, laying pinned against the wall with my ass hanging out
certainly made it worse. I felt like dying.
“Oh yes,” Zeller said enthusiastically. I felt
one firm hand on each of my ass cheeks, and her tongue touched my
asshole. The fire in my loins was suddenly joined by one in my
stomach as her tongue probed my ass, looking for a way in.”
“Oh, this is too wonderful,” Crafton said,
rubbing himself. “Hike up your skirt, young lady, I’m doing you
in the ass while you eat hers.”
One hand left my ass as she quickly pulled her
skirt up over her own back. Then it returned and she began
probing my asshole in earnest. I could feel my asshole weakening
under her persistent attack. Little by little it wiggled it’s way
up inside me. I felt so uncomfortable, and so turned on. When the
tongue won it’s way inside me, an unbelievable fire spread
through my bowels. I was SO sensitive inside, I could feel
everything it did to me. As disgusting as it was, I actually
enjoyed having that girls tongue shoved up my ass. I could feel
every bit of her face pressed against me down there. Her cheeks
were mashed against my ass cheeks, her nose was pressing into me,
just below my vulva. Half an inch higher and it would have fit
nicely inside my pussy. Thinking of this I stretched my lower
body until her nose slid inside. I rode it while her tongue still
managed to ream me out. It brought some relief until she finally
pulled her nose out so she could breath.
To my immense pleasure, her full open mouth was
applied over my stretched pussy. She nibbled at the fleshy folds
on the outer edges of my pussy, then sucked my clit into her
mouth. She gasped and pulled away as Crafton suddenly plunged his
prick inside her ass.

“Ow, shit, that hurts,” Zeller complained as he
began pumping and grunting behind her.
“Not for long, sweetie. Eat that wet pussy until
I fill your ass with cum. Then we’ll make her eat it out.”
“Oh, you’re sick,” Zeller said and returned to
eating me. I was boiling inside. I had never felt such a fire
before in my life, which bothered me, considering the conditions
I was being subjected too. I should have felt nothing at all.
Zeller’s mouth opened wide, she pressed her
thumbs into the folds of my pussy and spread them far apart, then
she pressed her open mouth inside my pussy and began to suck
hard, while her tongue lashed my clit. It took seconds for me to
build to an orgasm and explode in her mouth. It was so fantastic,
at first, but Zeller didn’t stop. She was so engrossed in eating
my pussy, and getting fucked in the ass, that she didn’t realize
I was coming. As my clit turned super- sensitive, each continued
lashing brought me insane pain. It felt like a fire was burning
my crotch, and my brain. I wanted to scream and push her face
away, but I could only hang there with my eyes bugging out as she
withered my insides with a torturous, consuming fire. I felt like
I might pass out, but eventually my clit became desensitized
enough to endure her attack.
“Oh shit,” Crafton finally said. I could hear him
grunting and slapping her bare ass with his thighs, panting
louder and louder until he gave a little scream and slammed
Zeller forward against me. Zeller stopped eating and laid her
cheek against my pussy as Crafton raged and pounded her ass, then
wilted across her back.
“Eat me!” Zeller suddenly commanded.

“No way, slut,” he waved her away, totally
satisfied. I could have told her that a man never eats pussy
after he’s come. Once the adrenalin stops flowing, they lose all
sexual urges.
“Then change her so she can eat me!” Zeller said,
shaking Crafton as he relaxed on the deck.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind watching that,” Crafton
said with relish. “I can drop the field, the ropes will hold
her.”
“Hurry, damit, I’m dying here,” Zeller said and
pushed him toward engineering.
I heard the slap of bare feet receding in the
distance. Zeller suddenly appeared before me.
“I came to help, Lieutenant” she whispered
harshly. “When the field drops I’ll untie one leg, you do the
other,” she said as she looked toward engineering.

“When you’re lose, hold the bastard, I’m going to
kill him,” she said in a growl. I couldn’t have agreed with her
more, but even a pervert like Crafton deserved a trial. With all
the video footage the ship had made of the incident, Crafton
would undoubtedly get the death penalty. But what about Zeller?
She was on that footage too. I couldn’t do that to her, if she
had really gone through all this to help me.
The field suddenly dropped and I felt myself
falling. Zeller grabbed me and lowered me down so I could hold
myself off the deck with my hands. She hurried over to my right
leg and began untying it. I was almost helpless until she
finished. Here I was with each leg tied, my ass plastered against
the cold bulkhead, trying not to smash my face against the deck.
I could imagine how this would look on video.
“Thanks, Zeller,” I said with a heartfelt
sigh.
“I can’t untie his damned knot,” she said in
desperation. I felt panic rising in my throat. I watched Zeller
trying to undo the knot, but it had been pulled too tight in my
struggle to get free. I suddenly remembered the laser, just as
the bare footsteps returned.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Crafton yelled and pounded
down the passageway. I held myself up with one hand while I
fished around in my breast pocket for the miniature laser. I
found it just as his feet appeared in front of my face. His hands
grabbed at my arm, so I clenched my fist and drove it up into his
balls. He gasped, doubled over and fell in front of me. He was
still grasping for the laser in my hand when it burned half his
face away.
The Captain was taken away wearing dress shoes,
white knee-high socks, and boxer shorts. They found him on the
bridge that way when S6, military security, my new department,
entered to arrest him.

Commander McCarrey agreed to privately view the
video to clear Zeller and me of mutiny and murder charges. When
he came out he nodded, meaning the tape had been erased. He had
an unbelievable hard-on and never looked at me in quite the same
way again. And Zeller, my savior? Well I couldn’t let her go
unrewarded, especially after the turned-on state she had been
left in. When I ordered the ship to return to Saturn, I also
ordered Zeller to shower and dress nicely. Then I repaid her for
the rest of the trip. I still repay her occasionally, whenever we
both get into port.
Zeller’s notes had been received, so many of them
that somebody finally took notice. They assigned me to
investigate and make arrests. It was my first and most memorable
assignment and my very first mutiny. But I have a suspicion that
Commander McCarrey kept a copy of that tape, because he still
get’s a hard-on whenever he looks at me.

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