Working for Meals

Winter was coming up and there I was riding the grub line. The place I'd been working had decided to lay off people for the winter and it was a case of last hired, first fired. Reasonable, I suppose, but being reasonable didn't make me any happier about losing my job.

I was slowly heading towards a city, figuring that there's always work available in a city if you're prepared to put some effort into it. Meanwhile I was just going from ranch to ranch, cadging a meal and a place to stay overnight in exchange for a few chores. Right now I was riding up to what looked like a small ranch, the sort of place run by a single man, possibly with the help of one hand.

By the time I reached the house the sky was darkening. Not because night was approaching but because it seemed a hellacious storm was coming up. I banged on the door and a woman answered, demanding to know what I wanted.

I pointed out the storm approaching, my hungry state, and my willingness to work for a meal and a place to stay for the night. I didn't mind if I had to stay in the barn because it would be dry and probably fairly warm.

The woman stepped out of the house and looked in the direction of the approaching storm and sighed.

"I suppose I'd better let you stay but you'll have to earn your meal." She turned and bellowed, "Tracy."

Two young ladies popped out of the woodwork. It took me about one second to deduce that they were twins. I'm quick that way. I see two perfectly identical people and my brain immediately says twins.

"This young man has just volunteered to help you feed the stock," her mother said. At least, I assumed that the older woman was her mother. "Put his horse in one of the boxes."

One of the girls was dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt, while the other wore a crimplene dress. I was guessing that the girl in the overalls would be Tracy

"Okay," she said, stepping out. "Come on you. Bring the horse. I assume that is a horse you're riding."

"Close enough," I agreed. "He's a jackass."

She gave a startled look towards my valiant steed and then an irritated one towards me.

"I suspect that you're the jackass," she grumbled.

"I'm Tim," I told her with a smile. "I take it you're Tracy."

"Wow. You work that out from mother calling my name? Well you're right. My sister's Leonie and my mother is Marcia. My sister and I are twins, which you've probably already guessed, you being so sharp and all. We're nineteen. Marcia is twenty nine. Our father and Old Joe are driving some cattle up into the hills for the miners up there. They'll be back in a couple of days."

"Hold on a moment," I said as we entered the barn. "You say you and your sister are nineteen?"

"Yes. What's wrong with that? Don't we look nineteen?"

"Don't ask me. I'd never dream of trying to guess a woman's age. If you get it right, she's offended. If you guess too high and she wanted you to guess low, she's offended. If you guess too low and she wanted you to guess high, she's offended. It's a mugs game. But for all that I've got to say that if your mother is twenty nine she got started awfully early on having kids."

Tracy looked blank for a moment and then laughed.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. Technically I should say that Marcia is our step-mother."

"That does make more sense," I agreed.

We got to work feeding the animals and doing the general work required in the barn. I found it quite an interesting experience as the top couple of buttons on Tracy's shirt were undone. All fine and demure while standing but when bending down the shirt sagged away, letting me have a fine view of her breasts.

We had effectively finished and Tracy was looking around to see if there was anything we'd missed. Personally, I was just looking at her.

"Tell me, Tracy," I said softly. "What would be your reaction if I started taking off your overalls and shirt?"

I could see her tense up, eyes flickering towards me and then towards the barn door, relaxing a little as she realised that I was leaning back against the wall and she had an easy run to get out of the barn.

"Why would you want to do that?" she asked warily.

"Are you really that naïve?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Oh," she said, blushing. "And if I say I'll scream or fight you what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I'm very easily discouraged. I have a very sensitive ego that goes off and sulks if it gets rejected. Alternatively, if you say you're just going to stand there so that I can look at your naked body then I will be only too happy to start taking your clothes off."

"You don't really think I'll let you do that, do you?"

"If I don't ask you certainly won't let me. If I do ask you might, which means I could pet you a little and see where things go."

"I am not having sex with you," she stated quite firmly.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But you are thinking it might be fun to stand naked in front of a man, aren't you. What could it hurt?"

I could see she was thinking about it, not really ready to agree. That was fine by me. I just needed her not to disagree. I pushed away from the wall and moved in her direction until I was standing in front of her.

"Let's just see how it goes," I told her. "You can always cry stop, after all."

I brushed the shoulder straps off her shoulders, letting the bib of the overalls drop away and started undoing the buttons on her shirt. There weren't that many of them and I had the lot undone if a few seconds. That done I brushed the shirt off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. They stood out proudly, her nipples starting to crinkle and come erect.

I touched her breasts lightly, first just a gentle touch and then moving on to stroke them slightly more firmly, rolling her nipples in the palms of my hands, softly praising her the entire time. Satisfied with her reactions I bent to kiss her breasts, my hand just naturally sliding down to her hips as I did so. I don't think she even noticed when her overalls slithered down to the ground.

She did finally notice when I lifted my head and took a step back, my eyes running over her.

"Those have got to go," I told her, reaching for her panties.

She looked panicked for a moment but it was too late to stop me sliding them down. With them gone I just naturally covered her with my hands. Her fur was soft and curly and I ran my fingers through it, commenting on how soft it was. From there my hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her vulva, hearing her breath catch in shock at my audacity.

It seemed to me that she was now in two minds. She wanted to tell me to stop but she was liking the feelings that I was evoking. She couldn't make up her mind which way she wanted to jump which effectively meant that she was permitting this.

Ah, decisions, decisions. While I'd love to have her holding onto my erection I had a nasty feeling that my whipping it out and wrapping her hand around it would be enough to make her cry off. Reluctantly I just eased her down onto the straw, continuing to touch her in those forbidden places.

Instead of whipping it out and putting it on display I eased my erection out of my trousers, encouraging her to move her legs further apart at the same time. Picking my time I moved between her legs, my body hiding what I was doing. Of course, I couldn't hide the fact that my cock was now pressing against her lips, especially as I'd spread them slightly to assist in pressing home.

Her eyes were open wide and she was staring at me with a look of shock.

"Um, your cock," she mumbled.

"That's right," I agreed. "Just relax and let it happen."

She bit her lip and stared at me, not really objecting, and seeming to take comfort from the way I smiled at her. At the same time I was pressing deeper into her. Not a virgin, I decided as I pressed home. At least, no hymen that needed to be broken. I kept pressing in, finding Tracy was now tentatively pushing against me, helping me enter her.

Now that she was actively helping me things went a little smoother. I talked softly as I moved in her, praising her to the skies, my cock sliding easily back and forth while my hands stroked her breasts in the same rhythm. She had a dreamy look on her face, getting slowly carried away by the sensations running through her.

It was funny how it all developed. Normally I'd set a brisk pace, going hell for leather at the end when I thought my partner was ready. This time I just kept going at the same easy rhythm, carrying her along with me. Even when I could feel her tensing up and knew she was about to climax I felt no need to change what I was doing.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she climaxed, her passage clamping down on me, the contraction enough to trigger my own climax, all without the frantic activity I'd normally associate with this sort of activity.

Afterwards she didn't say anything, just cleaning herself up and dressing again. We headed back to the house and from her demeanour you'd never know that anything had happened.

The mother, Marcia, let me know that I'd be sleeping in the barn that night. Understandable as they wouldn't really want a strange man staying in the house overnight. It wasn't going to worry me. All the animals were in pens or stalls and their presence would help keep the barn warm.

"If you care to chop some firewood in the morning I'll give you some provisions to keep you going for a couple of days," Marcia informed me, and I nodded agreeably. I didn't mind the work and it would save me having to scrounge.

I made it back to the barn just as the storm broke, and quite a storm it was. It didn't bother me at all. The crashing thunder and flickering lightning wasn't enough to keep me awake and I dropped off almost as soon as I lay down.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The storm had passed on but it was still pitch black. I could sense something moving in the barn and assumed that one of the animals was restless. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I noticed that there was a glimmer of light coming through the open door of the barn. That struck me as wrong for some reason and then it registered. I'd closed that door when I went to bed.

Whoever was next to me was lucky they didn't get a fist in their face when they suddenly touched me. Whoever it was had apparently adjusted to the light a lot better than I had and they knew exactly where they were touching me. I hadn't taken my trousers off when I retired, but I had undone the belt and zip. Now someone's hand slipped neatly through that open zip and closed around me.

I wasn't erect when that hand first seized me but I certainly was by the time my cock was dragged out into the open. I could feel it swelling and forcing her hand to open somewhat. Yes, I said her, because that was a small hand and I didn't think any little men would come strolling into an out of the way barn looking for a man to molest.

My first big question was who the hell is holding me like that. There were three likely suspects but which one was it?

"Who?" I asked, being interrupted before I had more than that first word out.

"Never mind," came the whispered reply. "Just relax."

Instead of wildly groping around to take hold of the woman holding me captive I did things the easy was. I knew where one arm was and simply placed a hand on that arm and followed it to where it joined a body. A very naked body, I quickly discovered. A naked body with nice bouncy, naked, breasts. My hand just naturally rubbed against them.

Before I could continue my exploration she started moving. She swung around, straddling me. She knew just where to kneel. I guess her grip on my cock was sufficient for her to determine relative locations. A gentle adjustment to the position of me erection and she was settling down onto it - no help from me required.

She just seemed to relax, letting her weight help settle her down, sliding onto my cock with the ease of a veteran. Once she was nicely settled on me she adjusted her position slightly and started rocking on the spot. She'd lean forward until her breasts were just brushing my chest, only to straighten up and lean back, then forward again.

She was making pleased little murmurs as she did this. I guess she was getting enough movement to help build her arousal. I naturally tried to help out by pushing up against her each time she started to lean back, helping to return my cock to where it belonged. At the same time I reached for her beasts, letting them crush against my hands and following when she moved away.

After a while she apparently decided that what she was doing wasn't enough as she started twisting about on me, moving side to side as well as back and forth. It had a very peculiar effect on me.

Finally she started bouncing, sliding up and down my pole quite vigorously. This was something that I could definitely get behind and I was pushing up into her with an eagerness that might have been considered a bit much. (I didn't consider it so, but some people might.)

She was really putting on the pressure, getting noisier by the second, and I was responding in a similar way. Then I reached a point where I couldn't wait any longer and I clamped my hands onto her hips as I gave her my all, spraying her convulsively.

Not that she minded. She gave a small shriek and had her own orgasm, clamping down on me and making sure she extracted everything I had to give. For a few moments she sagged against me, with me enjoying the feel of her naked body. Then she rolled off e with a sigh.

"That was marvellous," I said after a few moments of silence. "It's probably crass of me to ask at this stage but who are you?"

Silence greeted me so I reached out to grab her and draw her closer. She wasn't there, was she? At the same time as I came to this conclusion I heard the door to the barn close. My mysterious visitor was gone.

Probably Tracy coming for seconds, I thought, but the doubt persisted. Who was it? I sighed and went back to sleep.

I woke bright and early the next morning. The sun was barely up so I decided that I'd go and chop the required wood so as to work up an appetite for breakfast. The first question was where was the wood? I hadn't noticed when I looked around yesterday and it sure wasn't in the barn. Possibly in a shed or lean-to attached to the barn? That would maximise the room in the barn and still keep the wood dry. It's not like the wood needed four walls to keep it warm.

I found the wood shed attached to the side of the barn facing away from the house. There was also a couple of solid stumps in the ground near the wood shed. They both showed signs of having been used as chopping blocks. There was an axe leaning against the wood so I grabbed a couple of chunks and started work.

I'd only split up the first chunk of wood when one of the twins came trotting around the corner of the barn and sat on the stump I wasn't using.

"Good morning," she called. "I thought I'd watch while you do a bit and then carry in what we need for the day while you lay up a store."

"Morning, Leonie," I said. "I'm Tim, by the way, in case Tracy didn't tell you my name."

"Yeah, I know," she said, sounding puzzled. "Ah, how do you know I'm me? I could have been Tracy. There's no way you can tell us apart."

"Apparently there is," I pointed out. "I don't know. You just feel like a Leonie." And I suspected that Tracy's reaction would have been a little different if she found herself alone with me.

While I worked on the current log my mind kept teasing me. Girls talk, it said. Sisters tell each other things. Twins probably tell each other everything. Just what did Tracy tell her sister? Is Leonie out here for more than wood?

It was annoying but I just had to know. What did it matter? I might get shot down but at least I'd know. I buried the axe in the log and turned to look at Leonie.

"Could you do something for me, Leonie? I'd like you to stand up and put your hands on the stump you're leaning on."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it and I'll show you why," I told her, giving a little circling motion with my hand in a sort of come on, get moving gesture.

She gave me a puzzled (and suspicious) look but did as I asked, turning around and leaning forward to put her hands on top of the stump. I promptly stepped up behind her, bent down to catch hold of the hem of her dress, and hauled it up to her waist, my hand resting firmly on her back.

A good thing my hand was on her back as she gave a startled squawk and tried to straighten up, foiled by my foresight.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, twisting her head around to glare at.

"I could ask the same question," I replied, running my free hand over her bare bottom. "What do you think you're doing?"

To emphasise what I was talking about my hand slid over the curve of her bottom, disappearing into the gap at the top of her legs, casually poking at the soft and tender flesh it found there.

"Stop that," she hissed. "Don't you touch me like that."

I ignored what she was saying, happily rubbing her vulva, enjoying the feel and heat of her.

"Are you listening? I said to stop that."

"I heard you. I heard you. Um, it's only fair to warn you but if I take my hand away from here it will be so I can put my cock here." A couple of fingers slipped between her lips, probing her passage. "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"Yes," she snapped caught on to what she was saying and changed her answer. "I mean no. I mean you wouldn't dare."

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," I said. "I'm going to undo my trousers and then I'm going to slowly ravish you, not stopping until you scream."

I let go of her, completely, moving a little to one side so she could see me. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and let my trousers and shorts drop away. Leonie was looking at me with wide eyes, taking in the size of my erection. She was also still bent over the stump, dress up around her waist, naked bottom and other parts on display. If she didn't want this then she should have stood up and run away.

I moved up behind her again, moving my cock between her legs, letting its natural tendency to stand up keep it pressed against the length of her.

"Far be it from me not to give you a fair choice," I told her. "If you'd rather I'll lie you on the ground and give you a chance to watch my cock as it enters you. Would you like that or just go on as I am now?"

I could actually see her considering it. She seemed to be dithering, not sure what to say. I sighed and made the choice for her.

I adjusted the angle of my erection slightly and pushed firmly, driving up into her with no fuss, my initial thrust enough to take me all the way home, accompanied by a loud "Woooaahh" sound from Leonie.

I hadn't really planned this and so I decided the hell with it, just do it. Accordingly I started banging away quite heartily, quite content to have things happen as they did. Leonie must have been of the same mind as she was reacting just as heartily as me, lifting her bottom and pushing it back hard against me, almost begging me to impale her, time and again.

She was way excited, babbling enthusiastically as I took her, encouraging me and wanting more. I can assure you, I was doing my best to give her more. I wasn't keeping track of the time (well, you don't, do you) but I didn't think we'd be going all that long when Leonie just went up in flames, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she climaxed. (And I do mean screams, plural.)

As soon as she started climaxing and screaming I went to full power, doing my best to shoot my load before she recovered and I found her just putting up with me instead of participating. That extra effort on my part possibly explained the extra screams on hers. I'll swear that she was having multiple orgasms as I pounded her, finally letting loose inside her.

The Dental Appointment

I'd woken up a little nervous, I'd got an dental appointment and there was a possibility that I needed an extraction. The dentist had suggested that as a last resort but this troublesome tooth did need looking after. The appointment was quite early in case I needed to be put to sleep. Today's classes at my boarding school in Cheltenham were on hold. I'd had to see my headmistress at the Cheltenham School for Ladies. She acknowledged the fact that I may miss the whole day and bade me good luck the day before. I looked over at my room mate and she was stirring too. She opened one eye and whispered 'Morning Janet.'

I smiled back and said 'Hey you, talking in your sleep again'

'Oh I had this wonderful dream that papa took me to Saint Tropez and I was swimming with these French boys and it was dreamy and they were all dark haired.'

Vanessa had a thing for French boys. In fact German, Italian any boy at all. She spoke about boys like they we're going out of fashion. Yet, she'd never been past first base and even then it was a rub of a boys hand over her jumper. He'd copped a feel and apparently it was amazing. She'd told everyone who bothered to listen.

I knew though that like me she would never lose her virginity. It's not like we didn't want to. We just thought it was the boys who were always so nervous.

This was our last term at the boarding school. We were 18 and looking to find positions at University.

We both rose out of our beds and began to get ready, earlier the previous evening we'd played netball and showered, so were quite fresh. Our linen white nighties were discarded and we rushed around naked having a quick wash, cleaning our teeth. I chose a light pink mottled bra with matching knickers. Vanessa chose a cream combination. I was really quite large in the chest and filled the bra, ideally I needed a bigger size. I must go shopping I said to myself.

Putting on a white blouse, I looked over Vanessa, she had a lovely shape and would draw a few whistles on the beach. I think she too needed to go shopping. As she turned around the cleft between her legs was certainly profound, I think boys would refer it as a cameltoe these days. I buttoned up the blouse and pulled out my green pleated skirt, put my feet through it, wriggled it up to my waist, tucked in the blouse and put on my green and black striped tie. I looked in the mirror and patted my tummy taking in my shape. I really was rather attractive in my uniform with long cream legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and put on white knee length socks and then some black shoes. Vanessa finished dressing and I applied a little lipstick. Not too much for fear of having to wipe it off if the headmistress saw it. We both looked at each other and set off down for breakfast. Chatting, laughing, anything to take my mind off the dreaded dentist.

I asked Vanessa if she was ok to come shopping with me on Saturday. She readily agreed because her allowance had come through from her parents. I was still waiting for mine though I did have three pounds left from the previous month. Three pounds went an awfully long way in the 60s but I had my eyes set on spending big.

Time was getting on and I couldn't even attend morning assembly. Stiff starched middle aged teachers standing straight to All Things Bright and Beautiful. Well, this was my last term, I'd been a model pupil but bored with everything I wanted to experience the world, I wanted excitement, money, late night shopping on Carnaby Street, those exciting London bands The Kinks, The Who and even The Rolling Stones. I made my way out of school and caught a bus down to the High Street towards Pitville Circus. I paid my fair when the bus conductor came round and looked out of the window. I felt so different, so not like a schoolgirl at all. I felt that world was going to be my oyster. I felt, oh my god, the seat I was sat on was wet through. Soaked into my skirt and knickers. I stood up horrified and exclaimed rather loudly my distaste. The bus conductor came back and humbly apologised. The seat had needed to be cleaned and the bus should have been taken out of service. He deeply apologised. My skirt was soaked at the back but had also soaked the thin material of my pink knickers. I got off at the next stop in an attempt to dry off my skirt in the morning sun. A thousand eyes looked at my wet rear but in reality I don't think anyone did. I went into one of the larger shops and made a beeline for the ladies.

Once inside the cubicle I took off my skirt to take a look. It wasn't that bad but my thin knickers were really wet and uncomfortable. I hooked my thumbs around the waistline and slid them down my legs, well I say slid but more of jerky catchy movements as the damp knickers clung to my bottom. I put them in my school jacket pocket. Lifted up my skirt and took a peak. My long legs with strong thighs looked shapely and as I looked at my brown furry mound I thought it looked quite attractive. I parted my thighs slightly and could just see the hair coming to a point. My pussy lips were just in view. I bent my back a little more and tried to part the hair to take a closer look. I must have touched something because it felt quite nice. I'd not done that before. I tried it again and it felt nice but nothing like, oh wait 'wow' I thought. I touched it again and let my finger just stay there. This was nice and something else. Funny, I thought, my lips earlier were just in view but they seem to have grown into something because they were protruding a little more. I began, tentatively to rub with the end of my finger. I stood with my back against the toilet door and slowly rubbed that area. Oh wow I thought, little circular motions and then rubbing back and forth seemed to do it. My I felt hot down there, hot and exciting. I heard a door go and footsteps. Somebody tried the door handle to the toilet.

'Won't be a sec...' removing my hand I brushed out the creases on my pleated skirt and pulled the chain. I opened the door and a middle aged assistant stood there. We both smiled as we passed each other, she closing the door behind her and me washing my hands at the sink. I looked in the mirror as I did so, my cheeks were red, flushed in the excitement through where I was rubbing. That must be it because I didn't feel unwell.

I turned off the tap, dried my hands and walked out of the door. Walking past the womens clothing section a few items took my fancy. I stopped to check the prices on the labels. They were a little expensive and so I needed my allowance to come through from the Post Office.

Walking through the exit door a little draught went up my skirt. Just enough to make me recall I wasnt wearing knickers. I brushed my skirt back down. There was nothing on show thankfully but it did feel odd having that slight updraft between my legs. I hadn't realised just how wet my pussy had been earlier. It felt cool around the dampness.

I turned around every so often to see if the people noticed that ii hadn't any underwear on but I was being silly now. It still felt strange, that earlier tingling sensation. That tingling warm feeling between my legs and the breeze that told me I had got a wet pussy.

I approached the dental surgery, pushed open the door and went to reception. I announced my name and I was told to sit in the waiting room.

I sat down on the rough textured settee and realised that I'd not sat down properly. I hadn't sat on my skirt. I felt the course settee covering against my bottom. I almost stood up then realised that as I bent forward my pussy contacted the settee as well...Oh my, I felt that tingling sensation again. What was going off. I rocked forward a little and then back and again. There was nobody else in the waiting room. The tingling grew in a slight intensity. I knew that if I leaned forward a little more, it was even lovelier. Gentle rocking, in fact the slightest of rocking. No, it wasn't rocking it was more of a sliding forward and backwards motion. It was the friction of my bare skin against the rough fabric. A tingle was being set off, a heat and tingling sensation once again. I looked around, there was nobody. I pressed deeper into the settee. I became quite adept really. Rubbing against the settee faster now. The sensation had built up again. I could feel my cheeks getting redder. I ran a tongue across my lips at the same time. They'd become quite dry...

'Janet Anderson...Janet?'

I stopped immediately, the dental assistant had popped her head round the corner, shouting my name.

Startled but composed I said,

'Yes, that's me' and stood up. I followed her into the dentist's surgery. I felt a moistness as I stood up and as my cleft came together. Cheeks glowing, I walked in.

'Hello Janet, how are you? I'm David your new dentist and how have you been? I've been looking through your notes and I think we can save that tooth.'

'I'm ok thank you and that would be great, I am a little nervous though.' I replied.

He bade me sit in the chat and as I looked around the room I noticed his jacket hung up and on the table at the side, a wallet.

The chair began to raise but fall backwards taking me by surprise and not realising that my skirt was being slowly pulled up as well, in fact a couple of inches above the knee.

The dentist asked me to open wide and my mouth fell open. He read off to the assistant my teeth one by one. Afterwards he checked over an x-ray from the previous time.

'Well Janet, I think we can get away with a very minor filling on one side. The problem is the enamel is quite thin there causing more sensitivity than it should. So we'll freeze that tooth and sort it.'

The assistant handed him the needle and he injected my gum. In those days injections usually came with a little gas and air as anaesthesia wasn't as effective on its own.

He stood up and said 'Right we'll leave that for 10 minutes and in the meantime you sit there and we'll go next door for a cup of tea. We'll be back shortly.'

I watched as they went out of the room. Looking round and feeling all alone I looked at the wallet. A sudden air of urgency and desperation blew over me. I sat up and making my mind up walked quickly over. Opened the wallet and saw a mix of notes. Quickly calculating I took out 3 x £1 notes and 2 x 50shilling notes. That still left him with quite a bulky wallet. Stuffing them in my skirt pockets I fairly ran back and settled myself.

Several minutes later and my heart coming down from the earlier rifling of the wallet, the dentist and assistant came back. Asking how I was I thought I saw him looking at my skirt and legs as I lifted my head up.

Oh my goodness I thought, my skirt had ridden up to my mid thighs. Had he seen that I wasn't wearing knickers.

He said that everything should be ok now as the tooth should be well frozen. But with that he stood up and made a beeline for the wallet.

'Julie, I've just remembered. I've got your expenses here for your dentist assistants course.'

I peered over my cheeks as he opened up his wallet. He rustled through his notes and murmuring something unintelligible, pulled out some cash and passed it over to the assistant.

He sat down and proceeded to look in my mouth again. Adjusting the big bright light and with drill in hand he drilled the slightest of holes. Popping in the amalgam, the whole process took a couple of minutes.

He turned to his assistant and thanked her but he could finish off now, if she cared to do some revision. Thanking him she walked out if the door and closed it. The Yale lock fastened the door behind her.

I moved to get up and he firmly put a hand on my chest.

'Not so fast you little thief. You've been in my wallet haven't you?'

'But...but I...' he stopped me in mid sentence.

'Dont lie to me and here's the proof.' putting his hand in my skirt pocket he pulled out the missing cash.

I flushed with embarrassment.

'I'm going to phone your school you little thief and you will be in for it.' he said.

Tears welled up and I tried to apologise.

'Dont give me those crocodile tears young lady.' and with that ran his hand up my skirt and put his hand between my legs. My thighs clamped together but too late. His finger had already found the entrance to my virgin hole. It slid in with ease.

'Shut it and I won't say a word, now open your legs.'

I did so and his finger slid in and out. It was taking over where the settee had left off.

'You're fucking wet through. You've got a wet cunt my tight little bitch. In fact I'm going to fuck you and you're not going to say a word.'

I was shocked and scared, his misdemeanor had changed from kind dentist to a nasty bully. But I had stolen his money and being exposed by him would do untold damage to me. l looked down at my legs. My school skirt had now risen up and I could see my pubic hair. My legs apart and him fingering me. I could hear slight squelching noises and realised it was timed to his fingering.

I looked at him and the evil in his eyes. He kept looking at me up and down, his eyes feasting on me.

'Where's your panties?' he asked, 'I knew you hadn't got any on when I walked over to my wallet.'

I explained to him the reason why and he felt in my blazer pocket. Pulling them out, he held them up.

'Beautiful and so pure, so very virginal.'

He held them to his face and sniffed the fabric. 'Oh yes' he exclaimed, 'There's nothing like a little thief who if I should call the police right now will be taken to court and her parents shamed, the school embarrassed and your friends will talk about you. Definitely nothing like a young virgin in her school uniform with no panties on.'

I felt shame already, he still sniffing my knickers and looking into my eyes. He put the knickers down and with his right hand parted my thighs. He began to finger me again.

'You like that my young virgin and oh my, I can feel your hymen. So fragile and tender and ready to be broken. I'm going to pull my cock out and fuck you to my hearts content. Lift your legs higher.'

I did as he commanded, my knees and legs lifted and open. He sat astride the chair stroking my young legs and leaned forward. Both hands went to my pussy and parting the lips he roughly opened them. Exposing my inner secrets he used the light to his full advantage.

'Oh yes, you have been good. I can see your cherry and so ripe for picking.'

He began to rub a little higher and on my clitoris. I flinched a little and he said, 'Don't worry you're going to get even more shortly.'

He unbuttoned my blouse exposing my bra, pulled me forward and unhooked it. Pushing me back down he pulled the bra up. My breasts so pert and nipples hardened I was everything he could have wanted.

'Turn round you bitch and get on your knees.'

I couldn't disobey him. I tried to kneel on the chair but it was too narrow. He adjusted my legs so I straddled the chair. He pulled up my skirt exposing my bottom. I was leaning forward on my elbows with my bottom in the air. He began to roughly tweek my nipples. I heard him unzip and unbuckle his trousers which fell to the floor. He managed to free himself of one leg. As I looked round and as he rolled his shirt up I could see his large cock, hard with a purple head. Hairy balls hanging low. I was very scared. I knew a penis had to be relatively large to penetrate the female for copulating but not that big. I was scared it would hurt and the more I thought about it the less I was looking forward to being penetrated.

He reached over to his dental station and pulled out a tube. He told me it was a lubricant and he squeezed it out onto his hard cock covering it totally. Putting it down and I staring at him he positioned himself.

'Right you fucking thief, keep your bottom still. I'm fucking that bottom first.'

He put his cock against my bottom and began to push it in. My bum cheek's were being prised apart. It hurt like hell and felt hot and stinging. I started to cry and squeal. He pulled out my knickers and stuffed them in my mouth and held his hand over them.

It slid in further and when he got several inches in he stopped. It would not go any further. The more he pushed the more I squealed and the more tears ran down my face. He kept thrusting backwards and forwards. I looked ahead with my head bowed wishing for it to stop.

My bottom was on fire. Finally he withdrew and grabbed a tissue to wipe the lubricant off both his cock and my bottom. He showed me the tissue.

'That's your ass blood bitch and thats one ass well broken in. Turn round and lay back down. Now open your legs wide and bend your knees again.'

I bade as I was told, he reached over and took out another tube and unscrewed the top. His long thick penis stood wild against the air. It had been so painful that I felt sick with fear. Drops of sticky clear liquid seemed to glisten from the end and lit up by the dentist's light. He put some cream on the end of his finger then moved it around my bottom.

'This is what we use to put on the gums for those who are afraid of the needle. It acts as a densistiser and will take away the stinging.'

He inserted his finger inside my torn bottom and rubbed the cream in. For the first time since he penetrated my bottom I felt relaxed and calmer, it was soothing and gentle.

Once again he looked me in the eyes and then down to my breasts. He bent over and kissed them in turn, then pulled on a nipple with his lips. Whilst doing so he slipped off his shirt and he stood there naked except for one legs of his trousers around his foot. He kicked at them and his trousers and pants fell away. I didn't care that he was stood there now in socks and shoes as silly as that was. I was more interested in his body. Bare chest and flat stomach, my eyes moved down to his cock again. Semen dripping slowly from that purplish red cock. His balls which appeared heavy before seemed to have tightened. He left my erect nipples and moved down to my vagina. Opening my pussy and pulling at the labia he peered again inside.

'Oh yes, it always works. Your cunt has tightened up and your cherry maidenhead is ready for bursting. Fucking the ass first will make it all the more sweeter for me.

My bottom was now calming down after his breaking my seal as he called it. It felt slightly numb as did my mouth from my filling. My parted legs were beginning to shake a little and I wasn't sure if that was through genuine nervousness or because of the angle.

He approached my face with that ugly erect cock. It looked massive and the thought that he'd just been inside my bottom sent a wave of panic through me.

'Look at my thick cock you thieving little virgin. Can you see the precum glistening and dripping out of the end?'

I had no idea what precum was, after all it was all the same I thought, just another name for sperm and semen. He pushed it under my nose and I could smell the fishy odour. Shiny, see through liquid slowly oozing out of the hole at the end of his cock. I watched fascinated as he held it in his hand and pulled it forward. More precum oozed and in a long string of liquid elasticity it dropped on one of my breasts. Cock in hand he smeared it over the full breast.

There I was laid virtually on my back. Green pleated school skirt pulled up around my waist. My bra undone and blouse too exposing my virginal luscious breasts with their erect nipples. My tie askew. My legs wide open and bent and that large cock of his dripping precum onto my breasts.

He moved to get between my knees, taking his fingers and spreading precum over his cock head. He bent down and with a wet tongue lapped at my opening lips. He lapped up and then again, wetting my pussy even more. He flickered his tongue on my clitoris and for the first time in quite a few moments I actually felt a wonderful tingling sensation. Lapping and licking, flicking and kissing at last I began to feel wonderful sensations. I put my hands on his head, ruffling his hair, holding his face on my cunt. I'd started using obscene words in my head, mimicking those he'd used earlier. I could feel great intense feelings and my head pressed back into the chair, my eyes focussing on the bright light above, blinding me. Rainbow colours flashing across my eyes or was it the intensity of the bright light shining down, I believed now that I was experiencing my first orgasm. My breathing grew faster and quicker, my legs shaking, my hands grabbing his head asking him not to stop. I, stifling the noises coming from my mouth by putting a single hand across, burst into tears with pleasure, embarrassment, shyness and guilt. He stopped and looked at me while I caught my breath.

Expeditionary Troubles Ch. 00 - Interlude

The town that would go on to become the city of Kokkinport was the first settlement set up by humans, but it wasn't the only one. There have been several attempts to expand Kokkinport's borders, but in the beginning there were also a number of other towns set up by the subordinates of Captain Purcrux. All of them were destroyed or taken over by monsters - or were close enough to Kokkinport that they eventually merged with it.

One of the towns that got taken over was named Horrouce, and was overseen by Third Lieutenant Mason Martinez. Mason wasn't a noble, like Captain Purcrux was, but he'd spent his entire life working hard to earn his position. He was focused, dedicated, a skilled leader and a talented combatant. His troop of explorers were protected by his six-strong all-female guard, which with him made up the full population of Horrouce. But despite all of this, the unimaginable happened, and Horrouce fell...

Horrouce's population grew faster than the town could be built. At the time of this story, it consisted of almost exclusively blue tarped-tents, pitched in the ground surrounding the three proper and constructed buildings.

The first was a fine and cozy log cabin, out of which 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez lived. On an alternating schedule, members of his personal guard would join him in the cabin at night, when it was their turn to watch him. The next building was a plank-walled map room, better protected from the elements and wildlife than a tent would be and with a higher roof to boot, which all of Horrouce's explorers would rally to after expeditions to note what they had learned. The final building, a fine blend of plank and wood, had an interior set up to emulate the design of a pub - though all of the food and drink was free of charge for the 3rd Lieutenant, his guard, and the troop of explorers which lived in Horrouce. Said explorers, and the guard whose turn it was not to spend the night with Mason, slept in the tents. Excess blue tarp was strung between tree trunks to protect supplies from the rain and to provide a more public space for social breaks among the populace.

Made in this way, Horrouce had a rather large footprint, which necessitated patrols to keep wild creatures from the settlement. The focused, stoic-minded 3rd Lieutenant was more than happy to undertake these personally in between his managemental duties. Whenever Mason was busy, his guard would all squabble over who had to take patrol duties this time around. This time, like every other time Mason underwent these duties, all six women of his guard accompanied him and stayed very, very close.

"It's my turn to sleep with him, Penny!"

"Like hell!" Retorted the guard walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own.

"Nuh uh!" Retorted the woman walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own (but the other side this time). "Me!"

"Guys." Mason tried to rub at his eyes, but both of his arms were too busy being held by women walking beside him. "I get that the cabin's a lot nicer than the tents, but this is a temporary setup. We made a schedule for a reason, you're all just going to have to tough this out."

"Got lost."

"It-" Mason stopped walking to turn and look at Remy, the guardswoman who just spoke. "Again?"

Just then, the patrol's discussions were interrupted by a loud kra-koom!, which echoed out across the forests, followed a few seconds later by a rushing gust of hot wind. A thick-trunked tree, on the edge of the clearing in which Horrouce was built, had erupted into bright, crackling flame.

"Ee-hee-hee-hee!" With a zooming sound, seeming to just appear from the dark night sky, a cackling silhouette of a figure flew out from behind the burning tree and came down towards the centre of town at speed, where she seemed to set down. Was she... it had almost looked like she was straddling a broom in her descent.

That's all that Mason needed before he was ready to leap into action! As he rushed to the centre of down, yanking his arms free and closely followed by his look-exchanging guardswomen, Mason could hear the evil laughter growing even louder.

What he saw when he reached the centre of town shocked him - there was indeed a figure, the source of the laughter, floating just above the ground and straddling a broomstick. She wore a dark pointed hat, which bent backwards under its own weight at the tip, with a wide brim and a red sash wrapped around its core. Her robes were the same dark colour, though she wore a solid red tie with the tongue tucked mostly beneath them, and while we're speaking in terms of a figure, this woman's would be considered impressive by just about everybody in the world besides the focused and hard worked 3rd Lieutenant before her. To Mason, all he thought of her shape was just how impractical it must be to have such an overloaded top half.

As the cackling laughter at last died down, the woman looked out towards the arriving group with a wide grin. "Heya, name's Coven. Glad to meet you!" The woman spoke in a voice very unfitting for her entrance - at least, in words and giddiness. Her confidence and authoritative nature seemed to fit excellently. "Who's in charge here?" She hopped off of the broomstick, which continued to float statically in place. Mason stepped forward at her question, to the slight gasps and grabbing reaches of his guard.

Sauntering her way over to the 3rd Lieutenant, swaying as she did so (or perhaps Mason was correct in how her top-heavy nature was a hindrance), the woman put forth a finger and tapped it against Mason's chest as she spoke.

"Lemme make something- very clear to you." She closed her eyes and straightened her posture. "I am very bored."

Mason eyes her carefully, as the researchers and explorers still in Horrouce began emerging from their tents and encircling this strange engagement.

"If you- hic, sorry- if you agree to fight me," Coven stuck a thumb to her pillowy bosom. "In single combat, in fronta everybody here, then I won't- Iunno," She took a quick glance around. "Then I won't set all of those tents of fire."

A flick of the wrist set her hand ablaze. She turned ninety degrees and chucked the flame with a nngha!, where it flew and harmlessly impacted the already blazing tree.

"Sound good?" She turned back to Mason.

"And how do I know that you won't use such... strange abilities in your fight against me?"

"Oh no, I super could. Just, like, trust that I won't. Because again, bored. No fun rolling a die that's a 6 on all sides, right? I got other ways."

Mason paused a moment before responding to look across the townspeople who now encircled both of them, hand on the hilt of his blade. The explorers looking anywhere from nervous to scared, and his personal guard looking all the more anxious... no, he had to do something.

"Very well." He replied with a sigh. "But then you must be on your way."

"Cool! I won't cast any spells, promise."

With that, the circle of townspeople widened to provide ample space for what was about to ensue. As Mason drew his weapon, and the two of them squared up to fight, Coven had an unnatural smile on her face. She'd been watching this town for a long time to stave off boredom, though she acted otherwise, and she'd seen the 3rd Lieutenant's guards' constant unnoticed attempts to get in his pants. Sure, this was about having a bit of fun, but it was also about trying her hand at him and seeing if Mason was really all that he was cracked up to be.

As soon as their fighting stances were taken, Coven's eyes turned predatory. Her slack and loose demeanour vanished, her face cold and analytical. In barely ten seconds, she was past Mason's sword swipes and inside of his guard, a hand over his dick. She gave it a squeeze, with her chest pushed tightly up against him, forcing a surprisingly weak sounding groan from his lips. His weapon dropped to the ground as he tried to pull away and step back, but Coven's foot hooked around his leg and sent him tumbling to the ground.

On his backside, looking up at Coven's hefty bust with a gulp, Mason scrambled backwards across the ground. Coven followed him all the way, slowly stepping forwards and licking her lips, until he'd reached the edge of the circle of people. One look from them at Coven, and each of the explorers decided that it was in their best interests to not budge.

"A-alright, you win... I hope your boredom is sated. You can leave n-now."

Coven's looseness returned as a satisfied smile came across her face. "Hey, what are you talking about? You can come back from this. You've got me on the ropes! Besides..."

Reaching up to the robes covering her chest, Coven began slowly to unwind the material. As more and more of her titanic boobflesh was revealed, a blush came over the 3rd Lieutenant's face. He wanted to turn his head and look away, but he just couldn't. "You haven't seen anything yet." She finished. At last, a single strip of fabric was left, just covering Coven's nipples. She took her time peeling it off, before both of her puppies were set free and jiggling in the night air.

As soon as her boobs were finally fully stripped and bared to the world, her eyes locked onto Mason's face. She seemed to be trying to gauge his reaction. At last, her shoulder relaxed and a hand found its way to her hip. As she spoke, she gave and gentle sway from side to side, forcing her enormous mounds to do the same. "You know, I'm impressed! A lot of men paste their pants just from seeing these babies. Good job!"

Mason noticed that most of the explorers gathered around behind him were hunched forward slightly. Actually, a few members of his guard were too. Blushing, they looked to the side.

Coven bent forward and took Mason's chin in her hand. "Hey now, eyes on the prize." She said as she directed his gaze back to where it belonged. "Don't worry about them. Not everybody can hold it, right?"

The crowd was nodding in agreement to every word she said, but the 3rd Lieutenant shook his head free of her hand and her words. No, what was he doing? Horrouce was compromised, he needed to get his weapon back!

Mason stumbled to his feet and searched the ground behind the buxom woman, but he couldn't see where his weapon fell - had somebody in the crowd taken it? No, that's...

Moving his eyes back to Coven, his eyes immediately widened and locked onto her chest once more. Having pulled out the red tie which was between her bare breasts, Coven was rubbing something across the top of her rack. A pink liquid - some sort of potion mix, maybe? The scent was intoxicating...

A giggle escaped from Coven as the 3rd Lieutenant took a lumbering step towards her, eyes locked on her chest. This was turning out pretty easy! Was her body really that good? She waved them slowly in front of his dazed face, forcing him to breathe them in. The fumes were playing games with his head, and... a-and...

3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez, fellow commander of Sara Purcrux' expedition, gave in. Taking a breast in each hand, he began licking them, lapping up all of the sweet, strong-smelling pink liquid. H-he... wait, was he really...? Ha! Coven threw her head back and laughed deeply. Damn, this was so easy! This guy was the best that the mainland had to offer? He had all those girls fawning over him? What the hell!

"Aw, baby... w-what, you- hee hee," Coven covered her mouth with her hands. Partly because of the stimulation, but mostly to hide her snickering. "What, you want to stick your dick in there?" Her smile burst wide open as she busted out laughing at the man, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, just- AHAHAHAHA!"

She laughed long, and she laughed hard. When she was finally finished, most the pink potion had been cleaned off of her by his tongue. "Aww..." She repeated with a tsk, stroking at his hair as he finished his work. "...Do you want to stick your dick in there? Want me to smother that dick in my valley?"

Mason nodded idly as he ran his rough tongue over her other breast's flesh, giving Coven time to contemplate the prospect. Moving her hand from his hair and down to his pants, she felt his size and then brought the hand back up to her chest, where she ran it up and down the space between her boobs, an almost sympathetic look on her meditating face. "It would get lost in here..."

The powerful scent from the lotion applied to the woman's breasts, which lingered despite his imbecilic slurping, was starting to melt Mason's brain. Coven stuck out her chest further, for him to finish his work and for him to inhale more of the fumes, as well as simply to show off what she was packing. Casting her gaze across the women that made of his personal guard in the crowd, Coven locked eyes with each of them individually, though in each case the guard looked away pretty quickly.

"Those girls don't look too impressive... not enough for somebody like you, huh? No, you need something more... you're so worked up. But I'm a little bit too much, aren't I?"

She pulled his head from between her chest to look deeply into his dopey, mindless eyes. Coven leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Alright then, babe. I'll give you what you want."

Slowly kneeling, pulling Mason's pants down as she passed them, she hungrily eyed his more-than-fully erected cock. He could probably do great things with this... but she wasn't here for that. Taking him to a lying position on the ground, Coven straddled his legs and prepared herself. She held the cock upright, and leaned forward slowly, so that it was trapped and hidden in her deep cleavage. With the warm pressure surrounding him, the man started moaning and shaking beneath her. A glint appeared in Coven's eyes.

"You never stood a chance."

With that, she began riding them up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his tongue flopped out as he came nearly immediately, thrusting his hips in into the air and gyrating frantically as he sprayed multiple squirts right between her. All very powerful shots, but not one of them made it to the top of her rack - his cock, and all evidence of it existing in there, was completely hidden.

In the circle of onlookers, his six personal guard had all started masturbating frantically as the sight of his great big dick at last - and the sight of its complete defeat. Coven shook heavily as she laughed, sending ripples through her immense chest, continuing to pound them up and down and up and down on him as his body slackened and fell limp beneath her, until finally his contents were completely emptied between her. Still, no sign of anything existing in there at all...

Remaining atop him, dick still stuck between her hulking puppies, Coven smiled down at him, looking a bit let down. "You know what, Lieutenant? I take it back..." She reached forward, to play with the hair atop his moaning head once again. "I'm not impressed. And now I'm bored again - you should've held on longer."

As his vision started to blacken, he could barely see the witch stand off of him and turn her attention to the circle of people surrounding them both. An entire side of the circle visibly cums as her bare tits came into their vision, his weak genes dripping down her flat belly from between them. She sighed, as the witnesses grabbed at their crotches and leaned forward heavily - many fell limp right then and there. And that was when Mason passed out.

Mason was awoken by a group of explorers that had been out during Horrouce's takeover. They returned to see that it was under new management. Explorers and his personal guard were all deep in the town, worshipping Coven. As they were leaving, they found him in the middle of the forest. Nobody had any idea how he'd gotten there.

As he looked around the empty trees, in the dark of night, Mason tuned out what his subordinates were telling him to fish his hand down the front of his pants to grab hold of his dick. Slowly at first, he started running his hand up and down the length, picking up speed in front of these explorers until he was thoroughly jerking his own brains out, bent forward in a sitting position and huffing and puffing.

He would be taken to the main town of Kokkinport - wrapped in a tarp the whole journey (except for when he was being given food and drink) so that nobody had to see what he was doing to himself. After the three days of travel, he was unwrapped, covered in an untold number of loads, and no longer capable of controlling himself.

The witch named Coven had taken over Horrouce, but ultimately 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez fell to his own hand. S-several times. As they carted him back to the docks, he was barely comprehensible, and wanted nothing more to do than keep jerking himself silly - jerking his own brains out.