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I absolutly hate to fly. So, I got to the airport and checked my luggage in. I decided to go to the bar and have a drink to calm my nerves. Im wearing a pair of tight skiny jeans , white furry boots that come right below my knees, And a white and red striped sweater that hugged my body. My 32 dd tits are just poping out. I walk up to the bar and order a drity martini. I get my drink and have a seat so I watch all the poeple walk by.

This man walks up to me, and says, "Hi, is this seat taken?" I look up and say, "No, go ahead." His name was Alex. He was 28 and from Chicago. He was dressed in a really nice pair of jeans with a red polo shirt. He had dark hair that was kinda long and shaggy, with the most amazing light blue eyes. "Where you headed?" "Aspin, you?" He chuckled "Me too." "Oh wow what a small world, lemme guess wedding? "No, business." I stood up and told him I was gonna go get a magazine for the ride. He followed me and we had the most amazing comfersation. He was smart, and extreamly sexy. We went an took a seat at our termanial and contuined with the conversation.

We got on the subject of sex and it was amazing. He was telling me about this fantisy he had. It was about meanting a beautiful women and fucking her brains out 300,000 ft. in the sky. I was kinda tipsy from all the drinks I had, so I leaned in and wispered in his ear "Well, Im right here, why dont we get started a little early." Then I nibbled his ear lobe. He stood up and grabed my hand. I sw that his cock was hard and wanting to get out of those jeans. we went into the bathroom stall, and he pined me on the wall, kissing my lips, my neck, pulling my shirt off kissing the top of my soft round tits. pulling them out of my bra, and sucking on my nipples nice and hard.

I begin to moan. I pull his pants off and grab his throbing cock. I begin stroking it for him. He pulls my jeans down and takes 2 fingers and starts fucking my pussy. The harder and faster he finger fucks me the harder and faster I stroke him. "OOOOOh Alex, Im gonna cum" I moan. I cum all over his fingers and I get on my knees in the stall and suck his long hard cock. I put his balls in my mouth and suck them, while i stroke his wet cock. He pulls me up and opens the door, He sits me up on the sink and rams his cock deep in my wet pink cunt. "OOOOOOh AAALllexx, ur cock feels sooo good" I moan. My moans turn into screams. Alex starts to suck on my nipples and softly biting them.

Im rubbing my clit soo hard, "OH Im gonna cum!" He moans. Alex pulls his cock out and starts stroking it, I sit up and take over for him, stroking his hard cock and rubbing his balls. His hot cum shoots all over my stomach and on my tits. We clean up and get dressed. They just started boarding. We take a seat on the palne and wait till we take off. We both ordered a few cocktails. "Meet me in th bathroom in 2 min." I wisper in his ear. I get in the bathroom, and take all my clothes off. I spread my legs apart. Alex walks in and pulls his cock out and just starts pounding my cunt. He bends me over the sink and fucks me from behind. I start sceaming louder as he pulls my hair back.

He sits on the toilet seat and i start to ride him soo good. AAAAhhh his cock is soo deep inside me. Alex starts to massage my tits while I fuck his cock harder and faster. I start bouncing up and down his shaft. Moaning and screaming as we're both about to cum. "I wanna feel you spray your hot load deep in my cunt." I moan. He pus his hands on my hips and bounces me harder on his cock. "Oh yea baby, you want this cum?" "OOOh fuck yea I do baby, I want it soo bad." "Well, here you go."

I fuck him harder as i feel his cock twitch as he cums deep in my pussy. We get dressed and walk back to our seat. "That was soo amazing." "I know." I said. after an hour Alex needed more. We fucked 3 more times before we landed. We exchanged numbers, so if one of us needed to get fucked while we were in Aspin we knew just who to call.

Prologue.

If anything can be said about me...its that I am a wimp. So it might surprise those that knew me exactly what my job occupation eventually became, only a week and a half when I was forced to spend an evening in a septic tank because Billy Bretterson had decided he didn't like how my glasses sat on my face.

So it was that night that I had finally managed to get the damn thing open and had walked home, my pants sopping with things I didn't even try to smell. I walked into my dormitory, my dorm mates probably still partying it up. I hated those guys too, now that I thought about it.

I took a long and luxurious shower, trying to make myself feel better. It didn't work, my anger simply building and building. This was things a high school nerd was supposed to expect, not a collage student. I had to do something...but I was the worst fighter I had ever known. Even trying to fight might have been disastrous.

I walked into my room. I had lived here for two months...and I had only seen my supposed room mate once, when she and I had shaken hands and told each other our names, mine Daniel, her's Elizabeth. Then she had failed to show up for the rest of those two months. She was still in classes...just never at the dorms. It was said that she took some of the more...strange classes offered by this collage.

Her text book was on her bed, I noticed as I toweled my hair off.

I walked to the book, curious. I closed it, wondering when she had been here to forget to bring it with her. The cover said, “Demonology 101”.

“She's a daemon summoner?” I muttered, picking the book up. Daemons, Devils and their lesser brethren were a necessity in today's modern world. Where would we be without Daemons? But the job itself was a bit of a mystery. I knew they summoned daemons and magic came out, but other than that...I knew nothing. So I started to read.

“An warning. This course will teach you to summon the least of the Daemons, the most lowly of the low. These can be restrained by even an inexperienced summoner. But if they get loose, you can be killed. Follow every direction TO THE LETTER or you will not just be an inexperienced summoner, you will be a DEAD inexperienced summoner”

I cleared off the floor, idea's of what I could do with Daemons dancing through my mind. I rooted about in my things till I found some art chalk from my supplies. I drew the symbol of summoning, six circles that were supposed to magically 'tie' the daemon's hands, legs, neck and tail (always a dangerous thing people over looked, the book said. People have been strangled by the tail of an irate daemon) to the ground, preventing them from moving. Then I drew the safety circle, a circle of runes that I could barely copy, let alone understand. I backed that with a second, then a third safety circle. Not exactly necessary, the book said, but always a good idea. Three's and multiples of those are a necessity in demonology.

I started to look through the summonable Daemons. The one listed in this lesson was “Cthulu” but I didn't like the sound of him. I flipped forward until I found the list of other Daemons I could summon. Male Daemons were, as a rule, a bit more...controllable in a classical sense, or so the book said. A female daemon was a bit less controllable, but, according to the book, offered far larger rewards.

There was a warning: “Be sure of your orientation when summoning a daemon. Check their preferences and be prepared. Take precautions and...have fun”

“What the hell are they talking about?” I muttered. It crossed my mind that I should check with a teacher. Then I thought of what a daemon, even a lowly one, could do to Billy.

I looked through the lesser Female Daemons. Xana, Hu'liazna... they were all rather seductive looking, ancient drawings inscribed into the textbook showing woman with claws and wings on stone bricks, women with flaming eyes, women with a large collection of quills that sprouted from her back like some kind of porcupine.

I stopped my ready at that one, a 'deamonnette' called Lyndanne, or Lyn for short. She was a minor daemon, controlling boils, sores and hangnails. Her image was her sitting, knees drawn up and arms between them, covering the unclothed naughty parts. Blue hair streamed down her front, quills spread about her like a halo.

“Lyndanne xu-octuna-blu glar suspi trea-nana!” I read, feeling a wind pick up, spreading papers across my room. The wind reached a fevered pitch as I continued to read, “Lyndanne si-Clu- Aspatu!”

There was a bang and Lyn was in the three circles, her hands and legs spread to touch each of the white circles, her quills pressed uncomfortably to the side around her back, some sinking into the floor. Her blue hair mixed with her quills, some falling in front to cover her perfect breasts. Her pubic hair was a finely trimmed blue puff and a tail was touched to the sixth little circle. Her head craned around, straining against the circle that held her there.

“Why have you summoned me?” she asked, her voice...her voice lighting my blood afire. It was the sexiest voice I had ever heard, a sensuous liquid that flowed in my ears, into my brain and straight to my cock, which obligingly sprang to life, hardening in my pants.

“Uh” I stammered.

“Oh dear” Lyn murmured, looking at her hand, “You smudged this symbol”

“Wha-” I started, but then her left hand jerked out of the magical restrains, something snapping soundlessly, rippling the air around it as it did so. Her hand smashed into the floor and smudged the symbol on her right arm and then she was free, jumping out of the circles. She started to pace, kept at bay by the two remaining 'safety' circles. My heart was pounding in my chest and I knew I had to banish her before she killed me in some kind of grotesque and horrible way.

I started to flip through the book, trying to find the banishing spell.

“Wait” Lyn's voice murmured, “You need my help, don't you?”

“Well...yes” I said.

Lyn was looking at me, her eyes glowing slightly as she did so.

“What do you need?” she asked, “Someone need agony and pain?”

“Yes” I said.

Lyn pressed against the safety circle, her hair parting enough for me to see her right nipple. Her quills were more relaxed now, laying down her back like a cloak, “Let...let me out and I can help you far beyond what you think you want”

“Uhhhh” I said, staring at her tits, “Promise you won't kill me”

“I won't kill you” she said demurely.

I remembered that if a daemon said 'i promise' then it was actually binding. “Promise!” I said.

“Fine...I promise not to kill you” Lyn said, her hands clawing at the sphere of air she was unable to pass, “Now let me out of here or banish me! I can't stand circles of protection!”

I smudged the lines and she jumped out, going straight for me. Her body bowled me over, slamming me into the bed and her face was huge in my vision, eyes burning, teeth flashing.

“You” I gasped as her hands grasped my throat, “promised”

“I did” Lyn purred, “This...won't hurt. Now open your mouth”

I forced my mouth open, hoping she would get off me. Lyn kissed me, her lips bringing a fire into my chest, a burning desire to fuck and fuck and fuck until I died of exhaustion. Then Lyn was gone, a weight suddenly gone from my chest.

“Lyn?” I asked, wondering if I had been dreaming.

“I'm still here, honey” Lyn's voice purred in my head, “It's been a long time sense I've been along for the ride like this”

“You...You're possessing me?” I asked, moving my hands. They moved, so it meant I had some controll.

“Yes and no” Lyn said, “Turn around”

I turned around and saw my mirror. Next to me was Lyn. She laid her hands on my shoulders and kissed my ear. I felt both of them, but when I looked to her she was not there.

“I'm here...but not, at the same time. Most mages have familiar of sorts. But dragons, nymphs, elves...they don't know how to have some fun like I do”

The way she said 'fun' made my cock leap in my pants.

“Now” Lyn murmured, “Lets pay back Billy”

I lead you slowly up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind us. I wrap my arms around you and hold you close, breathing in your scent as i kiss you softly. My hands run up and down your back as I move my lips lower, to kiss and suck on your neck, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure.

I move my lips away for a moment to pull your shirt up over your head, before i kiss you passionately, slding my tongue between your lips as I deftly unhook your bra.

I lower you down onto my bed, climbing ontop of you to kiss your neck, your shoulder, and up onto your soft round tits. You let out a soft moan as i take one of your hard nipples into my mouth and suck gently, massagin the other in my hand. I take both your tits in my hands, massaging them as i kiss ever so slowly down your stomach, causing your pussy to get wetter by the second.

I pull my shirt off, and then slide your pants off of you, noticing the wet spot in the crotch of your panties. Those are next to come off and i kiss slowly back up your leg, spending lots of time kissing all over your inner thighs.

I gently blow on your moist lips, watching you quiver in anticipation. Ever so lightly I run my tongue up your wet pink slit, and you feel a moan escape your lips. i lick up and down slowly, digging deeper into your hot pussy on every stroke, until my tongue is almost completely buried in your soaking cunt.

I start flicking your clit with my tongue on each stroke, causing you to arch your back in pleasure each time. i wrap my lips around it and hum gently, causing you to moan loudly, arching your back as you grip the sheets tightly. I slowly slide one, then two fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot as i suck on your clit.

As I slide my fingers in and out of you and suck on your throbbing clit, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax, until you finally go over the edge, screaming loudly as an enourmous orgasm surges through your body.

I wait for you to come down before moving slowly up your body and kissing you, letting you taste your own juices on my lips. I slide my pants and boxers off, exposing my thick shaved cock. I position myself between your spread legs, running the head up and down your slit, covering it in your juices.

I squeeze your hips, pushing my dick inside you, making you moan as your pussy is filled nice and tight. I finally get it all the way in, letting you feel me throbbing inside you as I kiss you hard. I pull out until only the head is in and then thrust hard back into you, making you grunt and moan in ecstacy. i start pumping in and out of you getting faster and faster, building you up to another huge orgasm.

Once you've come down from your second orgasm of the night, i flip you over onto your hands and knees, ramming my cock roughly back inside you. I start going faster now, making you moan louder and louder with each stroke, until you find yourself cumming once again. As your pussy spasms around me, I groan loudly and start spurting gobs and gobs of cum into your tight pussy.

After we both come down, I pull out of you and lay next to you, kissing you softly.

The night would not be long enough for what I would do to. First i'd take you out for dinner have a few drinks so that we could get loosened up and relax around each other. I'd take you home and give you a back massage with silky smooth oil. I'd start to move all over your body rubbing your neck, shoulders and stomach making sure to stay away from anything to get you too aroused...yet. After a good massage i'd start to slowly rub oil on your breast working ever so slowly towards your nipples.

When I got to your nipples I would work them with my hands getting them as aroused as I can before bringing my mouth down onto them and licking them and then taking them into my mouth. I would slowly start to trail my tongue down to your vagina. I'd kiss your belly and work towards your legs. I'd kiss your butt and run my tongue all over you and keep kissing and licking closer to your vagina until your pushing your hips to my face begging for me to put my mouth there. I'd start slowly licking the outer lips and then move to your inner lips. I wouldn't miss any spot of your vagina. When you start to get aroused I would lightly flick your clitoris with my tongue.

I would take it into my mouth and continue licking it will gently sucking it with my lips. I would slowly bring my hand into your vagina rubbing in bit by bit until I found your g-spot. I would play with both your g-spot and your clitoris until the blissful elements of an orgasm hit you like a freight train. When your long, hot orgasm finally started to subside you would start rubbing my body and kissing me until I got aroused. you'd slowly kiss down my body and rub my 7" cock slowly with your oiled up hands. you'd kiss down my body until you go to my testicles which you would take in my mouth and rub your tongue up and down each one while still rubbing my cock with your hand.

You'd start to slowly lick up and down my penis making me beg for you to put it in your mouth. Finally you'd put your big full lips on my cock and slowly start sucking up and down while gently stroking the bottom of my cock and using the other hand to play with my testicles. We'd move into the 69 position slowly bringing each other to orgasm like I had before. When we both had an orgasm we'd go soak in the bath tub for about a half an hour with each other just holding each other and kissing each other. When we got out of the bath tub we would go back to the bedroom and I would bring my aching cock to the walls of your vagina.

I would slowly push my cock in as slowly as possible making sure I am as tender as I can be. You would moan as my cock is first brought into your vagina. I would put oils all over your body making my cock slide in and out of your vagina so easily. My balls would be slapping your ass while my cock keeps pushing deeper and deeper into your vagina it seems. We would switch to your being on top of me and kissing each other while your slowly slide up and down on my vagina your juices overflowing and running down my cock and covering my testicles. My cock would feel like it is getting bigger and bigger with every stroke bringing you closer to orgasm.

When we are finished with this position you would beg me to put my cock in your ass. I would oil up my cock again and slowly bring it to your begging asshole. I would slowly slide my cock in taking extra care not to hurt you. I would go deeper and deeper with every stroke until my balls are hitting your pussy everytime I push into your ass. I would keep pushing in and out like a maddened rhino while you are massaging your clit bringing you to orgasm.

Your orgasm would hit you so hard, your whole body will be weaping in exstasy and you will almost pass out from the joy that I have just brought you. Just as your orgasm finished I would announce that I am about to cum and you would turn over and start to take my cock into your mouth again. I would cum and I would shoot out load after load of hot white cum that you would take into your mouth gladly.

We would both fall over and sleep holding each other for the entire night.

Jones sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. He just had to be calm, and everything would be fine. He looked down. Jenny's hand steadily pumped his cock, her incredible lips latched around it, sucking as she did so.

Jones gasped, his cock shivering slightly. He was...

Jenny swallowed, a dribble of cum running down her lips. She licked it up, loving ever droplet. Jones pulled her to her feet, kissing her as he did so, tasting himself on her lips. His hands moved to the sides of her face, holding her there. Jenny's tail swished back and forth, brushing along Jones' legs, which were bare.

“I've got” Jones pulled away. Jenny pulled him back onto her, kissing him again.

“to” Jones got in another word. Jenny's kiss moved down to his neck, nuzzling him with her nose, nostrils flared. She loved how he smelled when he was like this, a musky scent that humans could only begin to understand.

“go” Jones pulled away. Jenny frowned, her furry ears moving backwards against her head. It was a tell tail sign of being disappointed.

“I'm sorry” Jones pulled his pants up, pushing his still hard cock into his pants. Jenny continued to frown. “We still have ten minutes before the talk begins” Jenny said, “Enough for you to-”

“I have to arrive early” Jones said, “But you can watch...and afterwards” he smiled. Jenny shook her head, “No...I've got an appointment later. A very important one...but after that!”

Jones smiled. Jenny grabbed him and kissed him one last time, tongue pushing into his mouth. Then Jones was pulling away, walking out of the room and down the hall. Jenny stood in her room, for it had been her room for the past...two weeks. What an incredible two weeks...

Jones got into the taxi cab, checking his watch. The blowjob, if anything, had made him more nervous before. But he had memorized the speech and there was nothing more to do then to just...talk.


“Werewolves, Vampires and other misc. undead have been with us longer then we ourselves have been on the planet. Vampires have preyed on us, Werewolves have warred with us...and zombies have eaten a good number of us” There was a laugh from the audience, “But what exactly makes a werewolf, the most humanoid of all the different races?”

“Vampires do look like us, aside from the red eyes and fangs, but they are not human in the sense of abilities. Super strength, night vision, and long life. In comparison Werewolves are remarkably human. They live, blood pumps in their veins and they have to fear a death to old age, just as we. The only significant improvements of Werewolves over humans are their ears, which are with them in all cycles of the moon”

“However it is during the last cycle of the moon that werewolves get the most different. The moon makes their powers stronger, so they can turn from human form to wolf form. This is all well and good, but what exactly makes this work? Well thats what this talk is about....”


Jenny stepped into the apartment, holding her clothes tight about her. The place was dark, of course, and completely bare of any furniture other then a cot and...a coffin. The coffin was leaned against the far side of the wall, a ominous reminder of what Jenny was here for. The speech Jones was at was almost over, by her watch...but she couldn't think about Jones here...

Jenny's bar was one of the most successful in the city...but no one ever noticed why. It was not that her drinks were especially better, or that the building was better or even nicer in any way shape or form. It was because, when she was young, she had found a woman named Valeria, or Vale as Jenny called her. Vale was eighteen at the time, ten years ago. She was still eighteen now, or at least she looked eighteen.

The coffin opened and Vale stepped out, draped in a long robe. The robe was gauze thin, and Jenny could see the pertness of her nipples, and the coloring of her skin. Vale's eyes opened and red eyes sparkled in the darkness. Jenny felt an involuntary squeeze in her heart, and a wetness between her legs.

For when a ten year old Jenny had met Vale, Vale had made her an offer. Vale, being a vampire, had a respectable level of Blood Magic, the abilities of vampires to manipulate the world around them. The offer was to drink of Vale's blood, and Vale to drink of Jenny's blood. Vale had become wild then, holding Jenny down and licking her, as Jenny's mother cleaned her. But these licks were not cleaning, instead they made Jenny feel dirty, as if she were doing something wrong.

Vale had put a charm on Jenny's bar in return for the blood, the power only increased by them being connected by the exchange of blood. So Jenny had been successful at everything, and the only price was.

“Ah...slave” Vale said, her demure voice only making Jenny more exited, “Are you ready for me?”

“Y...Yes master” Jenny bowed her head. Vale walked to her and forced her head up, eyes flashing. “Something is different...” Vale murmured, “You...you have made love”

Jenny blanched. Vale's fingers dropped, expertly slipping into Jenny's pants and probing her pussy. Vale licked the fingers, bringing them out of her slave. “A man” Vale said, “And...he's followed you”

Jenny turned around.


Jones was riding the taxi-cab home when he saw Jenny. She was walking to an apartment, looking harried. “Stop the cab!” Jones said, raising his hand and tapping the taxi-driver on the shoulder.

Jones followed Jenny, smiling. She walked into an apartment, one that seemed dilapidated and abandoned. Jones creeped up, following Jenny easily. She was so distracted, she didn't even smell him. She normally smelled him...


Vale stood by the door when Jones walked in, so he didn't see her. Then she stepped in front of him, eyes connecting with him.

“You are now under my power” Vale said. Jones knew he should look away, to break the connection. But...he couldn't. Vampires did that, with their hypnotic eyes.

“Jenny” Jones gasped, noticing Jenny sitting at the head of the cot...but she was wearing a coller, the chain linking her to the bed, “Wh..what is going on?”

“I can't do anything” Jenny said, her voice flat, “We're both her slaves for an hour and a half, per my agreement”

Vale nodded, eyes gleaming, “You...love her, don't you?” she picked the information out of Jones head as easily as she took control of him, “My toys can play with each other...as well as with me. Now...you are in love with me as well”

Jones felt a sudden attraction to her, his cock springing to life. Vale kissed him, her lips cool. Jones pushed his tongue in, feeling the bumps of her teeth. Jones felt Vale's hands pull his pants down. He heard a chain clink. He looked, able to look away now that Vale's eyes were closed. Jenny was straining on her coller, her breasts bare to the open air. She had torn her shirt open. Jones took a half step to her, wanting to pleasure her.

Vale's hands appeared on Jones' chest, holding him back. Her breasts, separated only by his shirt and her thin layer of gauze, pressed into his back. “Mmmmm” Vale pushed his head to the side, baring his neck, “Fresh blood....its all different you know, vampire, werewolf, human. And its been a long time sense I've head fresh human blood. Stuff from the blood banks just don't cut it anymore...”

She sank her fangs into Jones neck and sucked experimentally. Jones felt a pain wrack him, but he couldn't move. Vale's hand dropped lower, feeling his cock through his pants. Jones gasped. Jenny stood, almost strangling on the chain.

Vale took her teeth away from Jones' neck. She licked the wound, closing it with her tongue. Then she let him go. “Play with your toy” She said, “Take her in a way you had never done before”

Jones stood, just out of reach of Jenny. She strained on the chain. “Take me!” she growled, her voice deep and guttural, “Take me!”.

Jones looked at Vale for confirmation.

Vale was nude, the gauze dropping from her shoulders. She was playing with her right tit, obviously enjoying the show.

Jones pushed forward, shoving Jenny onto the bed. She hit the bed, wincing as her tail slammed into the frame. Jones rolled her over onto her hands and knees, wanting to take her like...then he noticed the other chains connected to the cot. “Use them” Vale's voice was soft, but Jones felt the command.

He clamped the handcuffs to Jenny's wrists and ankles. She was held in the doggy position. Her left hand was straining against the chain, trying to reach her pussy. Her tail was jerking back and forth, madly. Jones walked to her front, dropping his pants. Jenny strained against the coller, mouth open and waiting for the cock that Jones had out. He loved her like this, seeing how much she wanted him. He knew, in the back of his mind, that this was mostly Vale's magic at work on him. But still he stood, hard cock a half an inch from Jenny's face. Her tongue reached out, trying to touch the cock.

Jones waited a half second long. Jenny made a sound at the back of her throat, straining against the chain. Vale's fingers pushed into her own pussy, spreading the lips. She moaned, watching the two of them. Jones pushed forward, pushing his cock into her throat. Jenny started to devour him, her pussy dripping as she did so.

Jones came sooner then he thought, his balls contracting as he pulled out of Jenny's mouth. He came, spraying over her chin and nose. A single dribble of cum was on her ear. She groaned, “MORE!”

Jones moved to her back, cock already hard again. He pushed her ass up in the air, making her pussy more easy to access. Then he rammed into her, grunting. Vale walked to Jenny and offered her left tit to her. Jenny took the nipple in her teeth, not even bothering with her lips. Vale sighed. She loved the way Jenny sucked tit. It was a ferocious thing, a werewolf making love.

Vale got onto the cot, standing over Jenny. Jenny craned her head up, arching her back to give Jones better access. Then she attacked Vale's pussy, tongue stabbing into it, teeth nipping at Vale's swollen clit. Jones was about to cum again. He shoved hard into Jenny, shooting semen deep inside her. Vale came as well, Jenny's attention on her pussy bringing her to climax. Jenny, finally, was sated. She fell forward, relaxing on the chains. Jones fell on top of her, hugging her close. He loved her so much, the intoxicating smell of her in the air.

Vale smiled, melting back into the shadows. Now she had two toys to play with. The time limit she and Jenny had agreed on, ten years ago, was almost over. “You are free to go” she said, softly. The chains unlocked themselves. Jenny rolled onto her back and Jones kissed her, both of them sweaty and sweet. Jones' hand run along the side of Jenny, her skin smooth and slick. He moved his kiss down her cheek to her ear. “I love you” he whispered, kissing her ear. Jenny's fingers dug into his back and he pushed into her again.

Vale watched, with something close to amazement. They were going at it again, even after she had been tired and done with. But thats a werewolf for you...a werewolf and a human. She stepped into her coffin, wanting to rest. They would leave...but Jenny would be back in a week or so. The debt was one of a lifetime, and Jenny had quite a life to lead.

I drummed my fingers on my desk. Then I giggled. It sounds strange to giggle as a semi-muscular man, but I couldn't help it. I had a girlfriend...no scratch that. I had a fiancee. That was one reason why I was giggling.

But then again the nature of my girlfriend...fiancee (still a bit hard to believe, I know) is another reason why I'm so giddy. Being in the same room with her has the way to thin the air...and quicken the blood, cause the heart to beat faster, breath to catch and eyes to glue to the area below the neck but above the bellybutton.

I'm rambling. Sorry.

It's just all so strange and incredible. Something you'd think would come out of a degenerate-twelve-year-old's imagination. But, because this has actually happened to me...I'll have to start at the beginning to make any sense of it. But, on closer examination, the beginning from my point of view makes a lot less sense...

So I will go to before the beginning, to the beginning of HER side of the story. And that will, hopefully, clear things up...


It all started...on Cloud Five.


Cloud Two, as the other angelic beings called it, was a rather dumpy place. Its 'fluff' was squished, making it appear like a pancake and it was settled right between two major trans-Atlantic flight paths, meaning airplanes roared by once every few hours, much to the annoyance of the elderly couple who had 'retired' there. And so they sold it, wanting to move back to the land of the living. Reincarnation was the most popular way of doing that, although if you spent some extra money you could get there as a ghost or a shade.

So this couple sold their cloud on the open market, and then bought tickets to the Reincarnation lobby. A year later they were born as Gloria Dobson and Issac Kliner, and lived normal, boring lives. Then, ironically, they died and were cycled back to the same cloud they had been living on in their past afterlife. But in the intervening time a angle lived on the Cloud. Her name was Angelica, quite uncreative of her parents actually.

Now Angelica, by her own description, was not exactly the...best angle. For one thing she liked Cloud Two because it was small and shabby, the exact reasons that other angels and departed humans didn't like it. She liked it because she could lie on her back and watch Saturday morning cartoons, sit-coms and soap opera's without having to move too much. She liked it because the passing trans-Atlantic flights kept visitors away and she liked it because it was close enough for her to drop penny's off the side and have them not burn up in the earths atmosphere before embedding themselves in concrete somewhere.

Naturally she never aimed for people, and being an angle...she never missed. So Angelica was enjoying her time there, watching re-runs of the Simpson's and Nip-Tuck, and occasionally delving into Battlestar Galactica (She had a thing for Baltar, see). Then a plane suffered a freak accident. A man, addicted to marijuana, had tired going to the bathroom while high from smoking a reefer. He missed the bathroom door and opened the door to the outside instead.

He plummeted out the window and onto Angelica's lap.

Angelica, who had been watching the latest episode of Lost with great interest, was annoyed to find Locke cut off in midsentence, had grabbed him and exposed him to all her glory, glowing like a torch.

The man had been blinded. Angelica had felt sorry for him, deciding to cure him. She had then discussed his mistakes, why drugs were bad. “I'll take these for you” Angelica said, taking the reefers he had stowed in his pocket. Then she had dropped him outside a rehab facility in Hawaii. He never touched drink, drug or even women in anything other then compassion. He became a Priest and moved onto Angelica's cloud a few years later when an safe, dropped from a bungled bank robbery, fell on his head.

Quite an unlucky fellow, actually.

He now began to live on Angelica's cloud because...a day after she set him down in Hawaii, she was kicked out of heaven.

For she held the reefer with a bemused wonder. She wondered, after a fashion, if it would be fun. After all Lost was wearing on her, with its constant procrastinating in getting to the GOD DAMNED POINT. She she had lit the reefer with her thumb and smoked it. Then she smoked the five others and spent a week in a happy daze. She was handed a pink slip for Sinning on the job and was sent down to Earth on Probation. She had a year and a half to prove that she could live a normal life without sinning.

Then she met me. And...well...


I got lucky. Very lucky, actually.

So Angelica had laid in my arms and started to realize that she had just had premarital sex. A sin, annoyingly enough.

So I had solved the problem, quite inventively, by proposing to her on the spot. Not exactly wise...and I'm not sure if it works, seeing as how we had already had sex...but what the hell?

And that, with the long winded explanation over, is that.

I sit at the table, wearing my tuxedo. I'm getting married in a few minuets. “Yo! DaviiiiD” My best man said, leaning in, “Come on...the Groom is waiting”

I walked into the church. Angelica was glowing softly, trying to keep the light under her skin. It was hard in a church, but it was soft enough that no one really noticed. She moved to me, with a almost floating grace. Then I blanched, realizing that she was floating slightly.

“Angelica” I whispered in her ear, “Try to touch the ground”

Angelica nodded, glad the dress covered the fact that her feet weren't touching the floor, and she drifted down.

We walked down the hall. We said the words. We kissed. As I kissed Angelica, she started to raise, as if going up on her tippy toes. I grabbed her around the waist and forced her down, making sure her feet stayed attached to the ground...at least somewhat.


Afterwards we drove to my apartment. “Sorry I don't have a castle, which Is what you deserve” I said, opening the door to the car and helping Angelica out. She smiled, still glowing softly. “And...try to tune the lights down...until we get inside”

I opened the door and Angelica walked in. She let her wedding dress fall and her wings snap out. “Ahhhh” she sighed, “Thats better”

Tension, or...other emotions made Angelica's paranormal features harder to keep under wraps. If she was calm, then the wings were invisible, her glow gone and her hovering. But the electrical attraction that I always felt when we were in the same room...that I don't think was going to go away ever.

I strode into the room. Angelica still wore a bra, but it was getting a bit dislodged by the wings. I walked behind her and hugged her around the waist, pressing my face into her hair, smelling her. I could smell the arousal in the air, I could practically feel the wetness between her legs without even needing to look there. My right hand moved up, cupping the left cup of the bra in my hands, feeling the nipple through the fabric.

Electicity danced up my fingers, Angelica's soft moans music to my ears. My god, I wanted her so bad it hurt. My left hand reached its destination, rubbing the area between her legs. The moans become loud, then quiet as Angelica bit down on her lower lip. Her wings were rustling slightly, on either side of my body.

“Oh...David” she gasped as my finger slipped between her legs, “Oh god....I've waited too long”.

Not that I wanted to wait. We had taken the shortest amount of time to get married, but Angelica had told me to not have sex while we waited. No sense jerking the powers that be's chains. Angelica turned around, letting my finger slip from her slit. She kissed him tongue pushing into my mouth. I moved forward, pressing her to the wall. Her wings flapped forward, surrounding me. It hurt her slightly, but she was too overcome with her pleaser.

I reached down, unzipping the pants of my crotch and letting my rock hard cock leap into the air. I was no longer nervous. I thrust forward, Angelica's hands digging into my back, her wings flapping slightly. “Yes” Angelica said, “Just like that”

We fell into a steady rhythm, a squelching noise from each time I thrust. Her wings began to beat a pattern against my back, feathers brushing along my shirt. A glow began to diffuse through the air, coming from my newlywed.

“I'm...I'm cuming!” Angelica gasped, looking over her shoulder.

I kissed her neck, the driven wild by her moans and her mere presence.

Then I came, my balls contracting. Semen flowed into her, Angelica's glowing getting even brighter. We both stood, her wings folding around me. I sniffed, breathing in her sent, surrounded by her wings, her body. Angelica was the only woman I knew that could hold me like this. “I lov-” I started.

Then a woman, wearing a toga and holding a clipboard, appeared behind me. “Angelica” She said, looking at the board, “I'm here for the what the hell are you doing!”

Angelica gasped, not in pleasure this time and pushed me away. I pushed my cock back into my pants, embarrassed beyond belief. Angelica grabbed a pillow and forced it over her chest, covering her crotch with her hand.

“What are you doing?” The woman asked, staring.

“I...er...sex” Angelica offered helpfully.

Sex, it seems it’s all I ever think about.

From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to bed, sex is never far from my thoughts. From pub-erty, I found myself always fascinated by the male sex organ, and how sex could be an integral part of my life. My thoughts never wandered far from thinking about sex, even after I had my first sexual experience with a partner. Looking back at how my teenage years unfolded, I can see now how my parents were worried about me and my early promiscuity. When I lost my virginity to my first lover, I was already beginning to be very naughty and spent a lot of time in my room wearing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of panties, while seated in front of my computer. Surfing the net, I found several underground chat rooms where I met older men looking for nubile young ladies like myself, as well as married women seeking a sex partner to share with their husbands. I concluded, long before my first of many visits to a sex therapist, that I was a nymphomaniac. I also delighted myself in being bi-sexual and enjoying sexual relations with both men and women. Sex became an addiction for me, while my breasts grew from my chest, and my pubic hair began to grow into a thick patch between my legs. My daily visits to my favorite chat rooms drew me like a moth to a flame.

Being naughty did not mean I exposed myself with my webcam to a bunch of sick perverts looking for a quick fuck with someone like myself. Instead, I chose to remain anonymous from the world while exchanging as little information about myself as I could. My favorite chat room buddies knew me only by my chat handle. When ever I would log in, I never had to wait long for someone to send me a descriptive message about how they’d like to see me naked. The months I spent chatting, while making my parents proud of me by being an honor student in school, resulted in me taking my first step to meet a man I’d never met except online. Was I a virgin still? Most definitely not, as I had lost my virginity to a married man who made it very clear he loved his wife, but enjoyed sex with me during the times his wife was busy working. I never had to worry about becoming pregnant as he blessed me with having had a vasectomy long before I felt his erection penetrate my body for the first time. I learned from some of the women I met online, that some kinky men love a shaved pussy, but I was actually very proud of my thick pubic patch. I greedily consented to meet my online lover at his apartment so he could give me my first shave.

Wearing nothing more than my school uniform, I hopped on the bus after school and headed to the address he had e-mailed me the night before. Trembling, with soaked panties, I rang the buzzer to his apartment, and opened the door after he buzzed me into the foyer. I waited impatiently for the elevator, and after the doors closed and began to whisk me to his floor, I took off my panties and quickly stuffed them into my backpack along with my high school books. Nervously, I walked out of the elevator and proceeded down the corridor to his apartment. I meekly knocked on the door, and he swung the door open to greet me, wearing nothing but a smile. I smiled back with approval, as my eyes lowered to the space between his legs where his male appendage stood proudly horizontal to the floor. The naughty pictures he had sent me in the chat room seemed to be disproportionate to the organ attached to him. I smiled with approval as I stepped into his apartment. I dropped to my knees and had his penis in my mouth before he even closed the door.

So, there I was kneeling in the guy’s apartment that I’ve been chatting with for months, my knees on either side of his legs, as I heard the door latch. I had dropped so quickly, that my bare ass was resting on my heels with my skirt over my shoes, and my mouth filled with the tip of his magnificent organ while my hands played with his shaft and balls. I felt a gentle tug on my backpack to look up and discover that he’d taken my wet panties from my backpack, and was holding them to his nose. His reaction was purely sexual, as his cock seemed to stiffen in my mouth, and I continued to perform oral sex with my talented tongue. Not moving from our present position, I dropped my backpack and played with my clit with one hand as I playfully stroked his penis with my tongue. He filled my mouth with sperm seconds later, to which I greedily gulped down my throat with out stopping. Licking his cock clean and not wasting even a drop of his tasty cum, I stood up and spun on my heels to proceed further into his apartment, starting to shed my clothes with each step I took. I was completely nude as I sat down on the couch in his living room, and tossed my bra at him as he walked into the living room. Looking around his living room I could tell he was a bachelor, but he had pictures on the walls of young women my own age who I later found out were his daughters. Reaching forward with a welcoming hand, I stood and he led me from the living room to a waiting bath that he had prepared for the purpose of my visit. Trembling slightly, I sank into the warm tub of water, as he prepared the necessary materials to give me the shave he had promised. I reclined in the tub as he expertly began to apply shaving cream between my legs. As we had discussed online the night before, he wasted no time in removing the pubic hair between my legs while with great precision, neatly trimmed the thick hair above my crotch into a perfect V-shaped patch.

Having not said a word to each other during my pubic manicure, he beckoned me to rise from the tub. I unsteadily rose and stepped from the tub as he produced a warm bath towel and proceeded to dry me off. He produced a small hand mirror and offered it to me, as a hairdresser often gives a client, to approve his expert work. Nodding with approval, I turned around and offered my pelvis to him so he could inspect his work with his tongue. Parting my legs slightly, he dove his tongue between my legs and probed deeply with his tongue much like a puppy at a water dish. Draping both my legs over his shoulders he lifted me off the floor, as his newly erect penis greeted me once more. Exiting the bathroom, he carried me upside down and laid down upon the soft sheets of his queen size bed in such a manner that his tongue remained firmly planted between my legs with his now fully erect penis in my mouth once more. Laying on our sides, and not having exchanged so much as a single word, he brought me to an intense orgasm. Rolling onto my back with my breasts sticking out from my chest like a couple of firm half melons, he got up and turned himself about. His throbbing erection, glistening with my saliva from the light of the hallway, found its way to the waiting space between my legs. He climbed on top of me and with one thrust of his hips he sank his penis deep inside my willing and waiting body. Silently, he made love to me, and brought me to a second intense orgasm where he promptly began ejaculating deep inside my newly bald vagina. The feeling of his testicles bouncing and swaying against the freshly shaved skin between my legs was a truly erotic experience, which I showed my complete satisfaction by raising my knees to my chest as his appendage continued to erupt a warm flow of his semen inside of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist in an effort to keep his genitals pressed firmly against my own, as our mutual orgasms slowed.

Blinking my eyes in the dimly lit room, I noticed a huge portrait on the wall opposite his bed. It was a portrait of me! With perverted thoughts racing through my mind, he spoke aloud for the first time since entering his apartment. Asking if I approved of the photo in his bedroom, I asked him how he was able to get a school picture of me. He apologized for having done so, but he had been the photographer at my school that year, and remembered me from the descriptions I had been passing to him in the chat room over the preceding months, as well as the snapshot of myself I had sent him thru e-mail. When he had taken my school picture he compared it to the snapshot I had sent him, and he produced the huge portrait now hanging in his bedroom. While he turned on the lights to allow me a better look at the portrait, I casually mentioned that since I was of legal age, a much more suitable photograph hanging in his bedroom would be one of me laying on his bed as I now was. Not believing I had just consented to have him take a nude photo of me, he had promptly produced a digital camera, and took my picture where I laid on his bed, having not moved since he’d made love to me. Dripping sperm, I rose from the bed to see what he was doing. I found him in the next room where the recently snapped photo was slowly emerging from the end of a large roll of paper.

The top of my head, then shoulders, followed my bare chest emerged from the printer steadily. My belly, then the perfectly shaped mound of pubic hair announced the arrival of the completely bald space between my legs, before I commented on how much I would like to have him take as many pictures of me as he wanted, if it made his cock as hard as it was when he opened the door to his apartment. He needed no further encouragement as he took me by the hand and led me into a makeshift photo studio across the hallway from where we were. I spent the next couple of hours posing seductively with only my long dark hair to hide my modesty, and my sweet smile hinting at how completely naughty I was. I moved myself as he coached me thru each and every pose he wanted. He made love to me a second time shortly after my first pornographic photo shoot, and I contently fell asleep after a final orgasm rocked my body. I awoke several hours later to find the first picture he had taken replacing the portrait hanging in his room, with two smaller pictures accenting the portrait on either side. Grinning, I found the vibrator I usually kept in my back pack laying on the pillow next to me. My favorite sex toy found its way to the space between my legs where upon I noticed the video camera at the foot of the bed mounted on a tripod, had turned itself on. I proceeded to masturbate for an imaginary audience, and later found out the camera was broadcasting a live video feed to several hundred horny men. While roaming my hands over my body, I took the time to caress the firm flesh of my breasts and belly before finishing myself off with several long vaginal contractions which resulted in a large wet stain on the bed sheets. I quickly hopped off the bed and proceeded towards his study where I found him stroking another magnificent erection. He showed me that his computer was logged into my favorite chat room where all my horny chat friends were busily commenting on how sexy I was and how much they had longed it was them, and not my new lover servicing my nubile frame.

Sweetly I kissed him and thanked him for the wonderful evening of pleasure I had received to which he produced a gift of a complete collection of the porn he had produced with me as the star. I quickly flipped thru the first several pages of the professionally produced photo gallery encased in a soft leather portfolio. Knowing the camera was still on in the next room, I bolted back to the warm sheets of his bed to wait for him to arrive with the magnificent erection he had made love to me with twice before. The two of us proceeded to fuck each other’s brains out with all my chat room buddies watching his cock disappear inside my body as my huge pendulous breasts bounced against my chest. He pumped a final load of semen into my body before I reached forward and blew a kiss into the camera before turning it off. I had exhausted him to the point where he promptly fell asleep. Feeling very wide awake, I walked to his computer and logged myself into the chat room, where a torrent of messages greeted me. Sending everyone hugs and kisses, I knew full well that copies of my nudity and most recent sexual activity would be stored on the hard drives of every computer owned by each horny male watching the video feed from the bedroom where I was moments before.

I graduated from high school less than a month later, and started work for a video distribution company as a secretary. My new boss made it quite clear he was hiring me to work for him because I had the required professional skills and more importantly, loved how large and firm my breasts were. I blushed slightly as he swung the computer monitor on his desk around to show me a copy of my naked body. My new boss commented I would always have a position with his company, and would love to meet the man who in a few short weeks would become my new husband. My new boss always greets me warmly and I enjoy his company both as a boss and as a male who loves seeing me nude.