Conversion
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Zara had had the Wisdom build us a rose garden. I'm not sure why, except that it had something to with some sort of gift to Yvonne. Whatever the motive, it had appeared after a day or two, perched above a dramatic and strangely earth like vista – the hills and lakes of an alien planet visible through a panoramic window of something that probably wasn't anything remotely like glass.
I'd taken to spending a lot of time up there, not least because Zara had also specified a random breeze to add – hah! – atmosphere to the place. The scientist in me had developed a secret obsession with calculating the processing power required to generate the necessary gusts and eddies, while my human side merely belatedly recognised how much I missed the subtler pleasures of life on earth. Hell, our accommodation here was comfortable – luxurious – beyond imaging, earth wise, but it was artificial – sterile – ultimately inhuman.
Well, I thought, that was certainly true: The alien product of an alien mind, designed to meet mere humans' every need but alien nonetheless. I was wondering if I could get the AI to lay on some rain showers, too – maybe even a thunder storm or two, I'd always liked a good storm – when Yvonne herself came into the 'garden'.
"Hi, Xav," she said, seeing me. "Got a message from the Big W for you – seems we have a new arrival on the way, another one of yours apparently."
I was about to ask why the AI hadn't just told me directly – it was hardly shy in the general run of things – but she anticipated the question with a knowing grin.
"I think you've got the thing a bit paranoid around you, what with the tricks you pulled in Switzerland – that or its actually taken Zara's request not to be disturbed up here seriously. Anyway, the woman's name is Queta Munoz – ex student of yours, I'm told. Seems she's going to get into trouble and the Technology thinks she's worth a look, recruitment wise."
I was surprised by the name, did indeed remember the woman – not actually a student of mine but a post doc I'd worked with, maybe would have done more with if it hadn't been for a Fatal Difficulty. But that would hardly matter here, I thought – hell it could hardly survive the shock of being here – and it was true, she had skills. I began to run through them in my head, gathering my stuff together prior to heading to our seminar room to bring Zara and Patrice up to speed, decide what we should do next. Just as I gave Yvonne the nod that I was ready, just as she turned to leave the area, I felt it: A drop of rain, then another and another in a perfect simulation of a spring shower. Somewhere in the distance, I'm sure I heard something almost like thunder...
Zara and Patrice – both looking tired but relaxed, having just returned from an 'intervention' earth-side – were sitting round the conference table when we we got down there. Both already had data feeds open, so I pulled one up myself, got a rapid update on the situation. Which was interesting: Queta – she'd made it to full professor, the bastard – was up in the Alps, in a mountain hut with a few of her colleagues and students. Seemed that this was a regular event – an annual fortnight in the hills, spent discussing ideas and future prospects. Difference was, this year the hut was going to be carried off by a mudslide, triggered by a major storm due – the Wisdom informed us – in seven hours (earth-time) from now. I checked the data behind this – just to annoy the thing, not because I, or the greatest geophysicist at 'home', had a hope of understanding the maths involved. Seemed to check out, anyway, and the AI had a pretty good track record, prediction wise, so the question was – what were we going to do about it?
Actually, the question very quickly resolved itself to be: Who were we going to save? The Wisdom, with typical pragmatism, thought we should just pull out Queta at the last moment, let the others take their chances. I could see its point, to an extent – one body missing in a mini disaster was hardly likely to attract comment, a hut being carried away without a trace of the victims ... that could spark some interest, if only on the lunatic fringe.
Needless to say, the human side of the debate didn't see the logic quite so clearly and so we argued. Could we get all of them out of the way of the event? Zara suggested engendering some sort of medical emergency to get them to evacuate, so we could save a few lives and give ourselves a bit more time to consider whether Q would actually be useful to the Project. Unfortunately, the W pointed out that the storm that would cause the problem had already been predicted and it was unlikely to that the group would venture away from the 'safety' of the place in any circumstances. I wondered about setting fire to the hut – rather bluntly forcing their hand – but apparently it was quite a storm and the Wisdom would have to intervene to such an extent, to keep such an inexperienced party alive in the open, that we'd be as well to extract the lot anyway.
So we came back to the central dilemma: Extract all six, take just one ... or leave them all and pretend we hadn't noticed in the first place?
We began to review the data we had on all the participants in Professor Munoz's meeting.
Later, Zara and I were in the living space we more or less shared, drinking wine and reviewing, yet again, the discussion. We'd decided to grab them all, of course, the Wisdom having reluctantly agreed to smear enough simulated body parts and DNA around to assuage the doubters. We still had to decide what to do with the supernumeraries – Yvonne's suggestion that we could always use some suicide bombers of our own having been met with stony silence – but that was something, I was sure, that we could resolve in time.
For the moment, the question was whether Q herself would prove to be useful – and whether she, or at least her sanity, would survive the transition.
"So," Zara said, summing up as she emptied her glass, "she's a holy-roller, a genuine, fundamentalist, born again christian. Which is why you never got your wicked way with the poor woman and why, in a nutshell, you think that the realisation that the nearest thing to a higher power hereabouts is a very, very clever bit of machinery might send her completely doohlally..."
I nodded, accepting a masterful summation, and added a thought of my own. "And, of course, there's the fact that 'hereabouts' is, in fact, an alien plant in an alien universe – not a lot of them in the bible. I think her faith is about to be rather severely tested, though whether she goes completely to pieces or does one of those weird mental back-flips that theists are so good at – well, either way, she's not going to be a lot of use."
"So why aren't we just letting her drown in a sea of mud and rock?"
"Because she has a brilliant mind, however odd her belief system, and – hell, even the Wisdom sees potential utility there, else the thing would never even have mentioned the situation in the first place."
"So," she replied mischievously, "the fact that she's also a rather striking woman has nothing at all to do with it..."
I laughed.
"Well, you have Yvonne to fall back on – so to speak – when I'm not around, Yvonne has Patrice when he's not pining for Wife on Earth, while I..."
She stuck her tongue out at me.
"Enough. Let's sleep on it. Or, at least, go to bed on it..."
Patrice and I did the meeting and greeting, Yvonne having chosen to put in some gym time, preparatory to her next foray earthside, and Zara having delegated herself to ... well, watch her do it.
We used a bigger than usual space for our Arrivals, still with the same reactive padding so that no-one hit any of the walls too hard, still with the same old message on the wall – not dead, not dreaming, etc. etc. – but it probably wasn't quite big enough. Well, six relatively senior academics, sitting in a mountain hut arguing one minute, then everything starts to shake, the world goes very bright and suddenly they're sliding over foam rubber and shouting at each other even more. It was an impressive range of languages, I'll say that, and with some particularly choice vocabulary in use in all of them. We waited for a while until they'd all actually become stationary – even the Wisdom can't juggle all the vectors involved in such a complex transition completely perfectly – and then we waited for a while more to see if any of them would actually stop talking.
Eventually, Patrice concluded that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon and keyed in an intercom circuit.
"Ah ... ladies and gentlemen", he began, politely enough, "if I could perhaps have your attention?"
His voice, appearing disembodied and direction-less to our guests, had the opposite effect from that intended. Shouting reinvigorated itself, direct arguments broke out and actual fights appeared a possibility. Well, OK – these guys were probably scared out of their wits and panic makes people behave strangely. Patrice tried again, rather more assertively.
"OK, people," he said, firmly. "Sit down and shut up!"
This did have an affect. Not that anyone actually sat down, but the volume of noise fell considerably until only a few angry murmurs remained. Grabbing the opportunity, he continued, asking for Professor Queta Munoz to identify herself – as if he didn't know that she was the one on her knees, praying – and for the others to stay calm.
No-one reacted at all, this time, and P shrugged at me, saying into the feed. "OK, just because we ask for co-operation doesn't mean we need it. Professor Munoz will therefore now be taken to a reception area, the rest of you – oh, hell, you can all go into stasis while we work out what to do with you."
Cutting the link, he muttered a request to the AI to 'make it so' and we went off to meet our latest potential recruit.
Queta had aged, of course, since I'd last known her. If she noticed that I hadn't – or that Patrice, who'd ignored my suggestion that he might wear more than his customary pair of shorts for the occasion, now had the sort of physique not otherwise seen outside of steroid ads – she didn't comment on the fact. In fact, what she did – after a brief look of shocked recognition as I came in – was mutter away to herself, presumably praying or reciting her rosary or whatever the fuck.
So we sat and stared at her for a while, Patrice seemingly waiting for me to take the lead, given that she was my 'contact', until even his apparently limitless patience finally broke.
"Professor Munoz," he said, physically pulling her round so that she couldn't avoid looking at him, "I don't know what you think is going on, here, but trust me – it really isn't a dream and it really isn't going to end any time soon. You seem to me to be an intelligent woman – and I know a hell of a lot about you – so try to engage that brain of yours. The sooner you talk to us, the sooner we get to decide what happens next..."
He left the thought hanging, so that even I couldn't tell whether it was intended as reassurance or as a threat. Q, however, seemed to take some sort of prompt from the statement as she pulled away from him, looked down at the floor and said, in an eerie, distant voice, "I ... I thought it was ... was ... the Rapture – the shaking, the sudden light, then the darkness. Then I saw my colleagues had been Taken, too, despite ... but God works his wonders..."
She was sobbing by now, while we waited for her to continue. Which she did, pointing a vehemently accusing finger at me.
"And then I saw him – the beast – and a black devil and ... Oh ... what have I done ... what did I not do..."
She began to wail wordlessly, shoulders heaving as her breath came in great gasping gulps. Well, I thought, nice to know that I'm a harbinger of hell – and that Patrice is the devil incarnate – but what the fuck did we do now? I was on the point of asking the W for some tranx when Patrice once again pre-empted me ... by throwing a glass of water directly into her face, pulling her round again and saying, none too kindly,
"This isn't hell, Queta, though I have no doubt that we could make it a pretty good simulation if we chose to. Actually, we just saved your fucking life, Professor, and we saved it mainly because we thought we might be able to offer you a job – a job which might do more good for humanity than your fucking god ever did..."
I wasn't sure how genuine his anger was but I gently pulled him away from the woman – crying silently now, I noticed, eyes wide in shock and fear – and interposed myself between them.
"My colleague is right, Queta. He's not the devil and I'm not the dangerous pervert you so fondly remember. Round here, in fact, we're pretty much the good guys." I paused for a second, not because I expected a response but just to see if was hearing any of this. She still looked totally awestruck but her eyes followed me as I moved about the room. Good.
"Patrice is also right that we'd like you to help us help – well, everybody really. But we need you to do so willingly and if you won't – or can't – well, then we'll have to think of something else. In any case, I think you need some rest, time to think. So we'll get you to an accommodation unit of your own, you can get some sleep and then we'll provide you with every bit of data we have to explain the situation, get a colleague who doesn't have the misfortune to be either me or black to come and talk it over with you, OK?"
She nodded dumbly and one of the AI's semi autonomous servitors came and took her away – already showing signs of the hypnotics it had covertly administered.
When she'd left Patrice looked at me significantly.
"And, what," he said, calmly, "alternative did you have in mind?"
"God knows," I replied, suddenly sick of the whole thing, "but I suspect that there might be opportunities available for her in hydroponics. Well, for her constituent molecules, anyway..."
Life, as they say, goes on. We left the others in stasis – the AI could keep them that way pretty much indefinitely and it saved having to think about another problem just at the moment – while Yvonne did her stuff on Planet Earth and I had another stint in Deep Immersion – data-mining the earth's computer networks to inform and plan our future operations. So that left Zara and Patrice to deal with the Q situation.
Both were in sombre mood when I emerged from the Recovery Suite, both conspicuously anxious to ensure that I'd had enough time to recuperate, that I wasn't still disorientated from the petabytes of data I'd been dealing with. It took time, but eventually I got Patrice to give me the condensed version. Queta had taken us up on our offer of unrestricted access to our data, had seen the conclusive evidence of the existence of the multiverse, viewed the many, many skins of this particular cosmic onion and ... had become more religious, to a degree that even the AI had begun to consider psychotic. As well as accessing facts, P told me, she'd had the machine teach her Hebrew, Greek and Latin, uploaded half a hundred different bibles, testaments and sundry apocrypha and was busily trying to construct some sort of 'explanation' from it all. It didn't look good.
"Of course," Zara put in as an afterthought, "it doesn't help that the AI is so spectacularly cagey about where it – or they – actually came from, where they got their – umm – godlike powers from. And that seems to be the 'loophole' that Queta is working away at."
I felt quite profoundly gloomy, knowing that we'd all wondered about that point, all tried in our various ways to find out, all without success. As Zara had once said to me, only half joking, it was as if the AI was embarrassed by its origins – or, perhaps, I thought, now – just guilty about them.
Be that as it may, we still didn't have much to go on vis a vis Queta. I said as much and Zara gave me an appraising look.
"There is one thing", she said. "Quite why does Q have such animosity towards you – why did she call you a beast and a pervert when she first arrived? I mean, you don't seem all that perverse to me..."
"There's not a lot I can tell you," I said, shrugging. "She was a post-doc with an old friend of mine in Germany, she came to the UK to do some work on a new synchrotron we'd built, he asked me to look after her." I paused as both of them looked at me keenly.
"Well, she was a lovely woman – bright, engaging, gifted – and we ended up spending a lot of time together. Then one evening – we'd been to a faculty party, then on to the pub, you know the scene – I over-stepped the mark, I guess ... tried to kiss her, She slapped my face, started spouting god at me. I was shocked, to be honest – she'd never mentioned religion before – and I never saw her again. Flew home a couple of days later."
"Interesting," Zara said, eventually. "Partly because she obviously made an impression on you, subconsciously – she'd not be on your Protected list, otherwise – but also because it might shed light on a little experiment I've been running."
Patrice and I swapped looks, both wondering what Z had been playing with this time but for a change she explained quickly enough.
"I've been monitoring the Professor very closely on a lot of different levels – hey, you both know I like to watch – and she seems to be the most sexless person I've ever come across. Not only does she not masturbate but the only time her hands even come close to her genitals is when she's washing and then briefly and, I swear, with her eyes firmly closed."
She paused and we waited. This was, perhaps, interesting information ... but not an experiment per se. There had to be more. There was.
"So I thought I'd check out her sexual reactions, got the Wisdom to start bleeding aphrodisiacs into her environment – subtly at first, the sort of levels that might make the likes of us a bit frisky, a bit more aware of things sexual, but then in increasing dosages. As of now, I've reached concentrations where – well, if you go into that area, go masked, else we'll have to tie you to a post for a few months for the safety of all the rest of us ... and the furniture, come to think of it."
I sighed. "OK, so you've been fucking with her head in a way that's probably immoral, plausibly dangerous and, at least IMHO, completely out of order. So what have you found? Got any good vids of her wanking, yet?"
Zara shook her head, completely failed to look contrite.
"That's the point. That woman should be horny as hell – crissakes, the physio data says she is as horny as hell – but not one sign of it appears in her visible behaviour, her activities – they're all exactly as before."
"Oh, except for one thing – there's a huge increase in brain activity in her amygdala and areas of her frontal cortex associated with fear ... and the suppression of fear."
"People, this woman is a true phenomenon. Professor Munoz is terrified ... utterly, completely, shit scared ... of sex."
So we had another conference, all agreed – even the AI – that the erotophobia that Zara had uncovered was likely to be the cause of the religious mania rather than an effect of it. The question was, what to do about it.
Zara was all for adding some disinhibitors to her witches brew – basically making it impossible for Q to resist the impulses she had to be feeling – but I vetoed the suggestion. I thought there was just too much risk that getting Q to act out her sexuality while still holding onto her religious ideation would result in a dangerous psychic conflict – risking a major breakdown, perhaps even an attempt at suicide.
Which I felt we couldn't risk, given the AI's observation that even the questions that Q had been asking of its data had suggested whole new areas of analysis – implying a talent that we could not afford to lose. What we needed, I felt, was a way of allowing Q to express herself sexually – to conquer the fear – from within her religion. If we could do that, safely, I hoped, the rest of the edifice would fall away. Queta was just too fine a scientist to accept all the mumbo jumbo without an overwhelming need for her to do so.
Patrice suggested thinking mythologically ourselves – and in particular about all the stories of gods (and goddesses) cavorting with mortals. I thought for a moment that he was suggesting that one of us should dress up as a swan or something – or maybe just an angel, in the circumstances – but the idea was a tad more sophisticated than that,
In fact, he asked the AI directly whether it could influence the dreams that Q – and, by implication, of course, all the rest of us – were having. Perhaps just slightly reluctantly, the Wisdom opined that it probably could ... third party lucid dreaming, it called it.
So we sat down as a group, again, and we designed some dreams. Yvonne was initially keen on including a lot of fish and snakes and things, having been exposed to rather too many Freudians in her many stays in rehab, but the rest of us kept things rather more focused. The AI provided a precis of the juicier bits of the bible – a longer document than I'd have imagined – as well as writings of the church fathers and similar on sex, the aim being to root the finished 'product' as fas as possible in Professor Munoz' existing ideology. Sadly this meant we had to lose some of the more graphic images Zara and I had recalled from Greek and Roman myths – let alone the entertainingly zoophilic stories that Patrice had learnt as a boy – but it did give us something to work on.
Zara got to put the plan into practice – Yvonne claimed a lack of improvisational skills, Patrice was frightened that his very different cultural heritage would be unhelpful and, frankly, I found the whole idea of manipulating someone's thoughts on this sort of level just too freaky to contemplate. Zara, on the other hand, appeared to think of it as almost the ultimate in voyeurism – plausibly the apotheosis of some of her deeper fantasies – and didn't even try to look reluctant.
We/she started slowly. The idea of angels in the Greek translations of the bible – and subsequent representations of them as big blokes with skeletally implausible wings stuck on their backs – is pretty much a mistranslation, the Hebrew version using a word meaning something more like 'wind'. So Queta found herself dreaming of a fairly stereotyped desert environment, dressed in what she thought were authentic biblical era robes – the AI was pretty scathing about the accuracy of her knowledge – and, well, having trouble with wind. Not in the digestive sense of the word, but rather a pseudo meteorological one. It was a wind with a message, of course ... this was a dream, we could add subliminal content to our hearts' content ... but also a strangely mischievous way of penetrating those voluminous robes. Sort of between the legs, caressing the vital regions in a sort of wind-like way. Whilst simultaneously implying that it as a Holy Wind, a Good Wind ... and a relaxing Wind. And that was all. Basically, we used a phantom breeze to tickle the poor woman's genitals. And then we left her alone – let her get on with the dream all by herself.
Zara carried on riding piggy back, though, observing the inner working of her subject's imagination whilst also closely monitoring all the various physiological data. All of which kept her too busy to communicate directly with the rest of us but I kept an eye on her biometrics and ... well, the results looked interesting. Admittedly, Q didn't seem to react overly much to our 'stimulation' but Zara was clearly engrossed with whatever she was observing, seemingly experiencing a degree of residual arousal but also some degree of fear ... and anger. Which was curious.
When Q left her dream state, Zara was able to disengage safely but she seemed in no great hurry to share anything she'd learnt. In fact, she looked a bit worried, so I gave here a hug and Patrice found her a drink which she drained in a gulp.
"I think it may be working," she said, finally. "But its going to be a slow process. She got into the wind thing, for sure, got into it sexually, I mean, might actually have been enjoying the sensations, but as soon as we dropped out of the circuit – when the AI let her get on with it, I mean – she started to get more into ideas of snakes and temptation and all that shit ... started to resist the excitement, fall back on her learned precepts. I didn't want to interfere again ... even without doing so she was dreaming solidly for about 40 minutes, which is a hell of a long time ... but I'm not sure where all this will go next. My suggestion would be to let her wake normally, see how she reacts ... then maybe have another go – take it to the next stage – tomorrow."
Which seemed to be that for the night, but actually Zara needed to talk a fair amount more when we were in bed, a while later. In fact, she was worried, worried in a way that she hadn't wanted to explain in front of the others.
"Queta's more than frightened," she said, eventually, burying her head in my shoulder and pointedly not looking at me. "And there's more to it than some sort of subconscious hang up. In fact, its almost like there's something else in her brain, someone else in there..."
Well, that was a surprising thought. "You mean like some sort of secondary personality", I queried, "maybe the result of some early trauma – probably sexual trauma, given the external presentation?"
"No." She laughed, bitterly. "I think I would recognise that. I know this sounds crazy but I think its something real, not a subconscious artefact – I've been gambolling merrily through her bloody subconscious, remember – and whatever it may be she's not only frightened of it but despises it, too."
I hugged her reassuringly, waited for her to continue.
"Thing is, she seems to have built some sort of construct around it – like an oyster making a pearl, perhaps – made it into her own personal satan but ... I think it might be an implant of some sort. Some sort of mind control programme".
She paused again, and I finished the thought for her. It sounded somewhat implausible, of course, her idea, but ... she'd been there, knew what she'd experienced.
"And," I continued, "given that we are currently talking about this in a bed which happens to be on an alien planet in a novel strata of the multiverse ... and which has been provided by an apparently omnipotent AI... and that said AI has just conclusively demonstrated that it is capable of both reading and influencing our very minds ... well, maybe its not all that implausible after all. You think that this 'implant' was put there by the Wisdom or something like it, don't you?"
She shrugged, as well as you can shrug when nuzzling up to someone, said, "Not our Wisdom, no ... that doesn't make sense. But – that trouble Yvonne had in Switzerland – we know there are probably others ... maybe with different objectives ... different methods. The question is, can we do anything about it?"
We gave Queta another dream, of course. This time it had lots of doors, lots of twisting corridors, lots of hiding places. From Zara's reaction – not to mention Q's – it was, frankly, more of a nightmare, but it did sort of work. At least Zara told us that she was sure that the alien presence was there, sure that Queta knew – on some level – that it wasn't part of her. She also wanted rid of it ... and had been searching for a rescuer for most of her life. A male rescuer, a knight in sodding shining armour, would you believe. Blame Cervantes, blame the machismo in Spanish culture, blame ... whatever. God, to her, was a powerful man, the attraction the possibility that He could rid her of this turbulent beast.
And so, despite my strenuous objections, next time we fucked about in Queta's head, we decided, as a group, that it would be me doing the intruding. Which thought literally sickened me, but seemed logical: For one thing, unlike the others, I was able to do Immersion – connect to the Wisdom's data and its data sources on a neurological level – and that could plausibly be an advantage if we were going to try and neutralise whatever it was we were dealing with. Or so we hoped.
In fact, it took a couple of days to set up the next session, not least because we had an existing work programme that couldn't simply be abandoned. Patrice and I spent time discussing the issues with the Wisdom – P had absorbed ideas of possession almost with his mother's milk – while Zara and Yvonne talked as best they could with Queta directly. Interestingly, the W acknowledged Zara's theory as probable, though without giving us any hint about who or what the other mysterious entities might be, nor how much or how little it had known of them beforehand. Queta, on the other hand, was relatively forthcoming. OK, she gave Yvonne short shrift, but she seemed almost keen to engage with Zara. Maybe she actually recognised her as someone she'd (literally) shared a dream with, or maybe she just recognised Z as someone who'd had to battle more than a few demons of her own. We didn't know – but she was more relaxed with Zara than we'd seen her before, spouting jesuitical sophistry but communicating on a human to human level. She even let herself be given a parting hug or two.
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(The Spring of Year Six through the late Summer) Spring came to the new camp gradually, not with the thawing and crackling of the river like at our old home, but with a slow let up in the rains and a blooming of the Northern plains. The days began to warm up, and everyone could feel the change in their bones. The projects took on a new urgency and even if it was just my imagination, people everywhere had a new vigor to them. As soon as I had a solid week of warm weather we poured the...
I hate this. I really, really hate this. This is all so wrong. This is nothing like what I wanted. It's nothing like who I want to be. Nothing like who I am. I truly hate this. Every time I look in a damn mirror I'm reminded of just how wrong it all is and just how much I hate it. Yet, I've got to keep going. That's the only way I can hope to finally be what I want. The only way I can become what I need. The only way to finally be right. But it is so hard. So, so hard. And...
by E.Y. Toad I stood in the hallway outside the gnomes room, tying to work up the courage to knock. I knew what I had to do; I was the 'entertainment' for the five gnome brothers tonight. I had put my shame behind me and swallowed what little pride I had left. I wanted nothing more than to leave this place and go home. If I had to 'entertain' even ten gnomes, I would do so happily to make that happen. I had met several gnomes in the past. They are strange creatures; about 3 feet tall,...
I (Brian OMally) am talking to my bud about my likely pending divorce – yeah, she caught me cheating. Anyway, I’m out there in front of my pool when my stepdaughter Chloe Temple comes out in a tiny bikini. She wants to talk, apparently she has something to confess. She tells me SHE is the one who ratted me out to her mother! She says I don’t spend enough time with her & that if I need somewhere to bury my cock it should be inside her tight pussy! She takes out my fat dick...
xmoviesforyouWedding And Honeymoon After crying all the way home, I was useless the rest of the night. All I could do was hold her and cry. “Mick, I’m sorry. I wish I could make myself better, but I can’t. Please don’t be like this. I need your strength.” “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like this. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” “Don’t worry about that now. Come to bed with me. I need you inside me.” We made love almost all night. She kept...
I breathe a sigh of relief as the last party guests stroll down the sidewalk. I close the door, then turn off the porch light as I hear their car start, then drive away. We've had a wonderful time celebrating your 40th birthday tonight, but it can be a tiring time when you have a great big bunch of people over. I swear, you must know half the people in Springdale and they all wanted to come celebrate this milestone birthday with you. But at last we're finally alone....even the kids...
We entered the hallway together and you look around and take a quick look further into the living room. It looks like you seen on the pictures.You smile to me and i smile back and say you can leave your clothes here. You smile back and takes off your jacket and shoes and enter the living room.I stop you with one hand and smile. I did tell you to leave your clothes in there didn't I ? As in shock i can tell in your face you realize that I meant all clothes. With a blushing face you go into the...
“Can I put it in?” “No way!” “Pleeease. I’ll be careful, I promise not to do it inside you.” “Do what?” “You know, spill any.” “The answer is still no. Spill any what?” “Spill any sperm inside you. I can pull out if you let me do it.” “Sperm will get me pregnant; no you can’t put it inside me.” “Only if I cum inside you, I’ll pull out in time, promise.” “Come? What are you talking about.” “No not that come, cum c-u-m that’s what’s it’s called when I squirt.” “Squirt what?” “Are you...
I was the only one naked. At least for a while. I felt amazingly free and confident and strong. My girlfriend Tracy and my buddies Ryan and Kipp were in their swimsuits, and we were lounging on the large back patio of Tracy's house after getting out of her hot tub. Hot tubbing tonight was one of those unplanned events, the three of us guys stopping by to see if Tracy wanted to go out but ending up opening some beer and deciding to stay there. The other guys had swimsuits in Kipp's car, but I...
Friday afternoon rolled around again: one week to the day following the "incident" with his mother and Bobby was sitting home alone trying to figure out how to approach her. He was dying for another encounter, but fearful of pushing the issue because he didn't want to spoil the possibility that it could happen again. His girlfriend, Ariel, had just called and he had committed, at her insistence and against his wishes, to a double date for the evening. That would mean that they would...
The week that the twins left for Ireland is when I met my "cousin" Tyler Tiplitski. I said cousin in quotes because Tyler is the grandson of my self-proclaimed aunt, Olga Swistak. In the circular logic of Olga and Nana, if Tyler is Olga's grandson, and she has declared me her nephew, then Tyler and I must be cousins. I met Tyler because Papa hired him as a favor to Aunt Olie. Tyler had just graduated from high school and was trying to decide on his future. Papa said he'd give the boy a...
I had really enjoyed giving Lucy her first orgasm from another woman, well, actually, her first orgasm from anyone other than herself, and she now wanted to return the compliment. I was certainly not going to be the one to stop her! Such a hot, young girl with those exotic Asian looks, she could pleasure me all she wanted. And it turned out that, although she'd never before made love with another woman, she was quite the natural when it came to pussy play.We had both by now stripped out of all...
Kate looked at the small brown package left by the UPS truck. The package itself was utterly unremarkable in every way except that it was curiously heavy for such a small box. The sender's name was printed on the shipping slip, but this gave no clue as to what might be inside. The name 'W & A Distribution' meant nothing to Kate either. But she knew exactly what the package contained and the very thought of it gave her a knot in her stomach and caused her asshole to clench tightly shut. If she...
AnalI must’ve stared at that mirror for a good ten minutes before someone began knocking on the door, wondering what was taking so long. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very off. I left the bathroom, ignoring the guy who was glaring at me as he rushed past, desperate to use the bathroom now that he’d waited so long. I sat back down at my table in the restaurant, my brother, Micah, downing another beer. I had something of a weak stomach, and I couldn’t handle alcohol well at...
We spent the whole week between Christmas and New Year’s Day at Lena’s house. Clothes other than bath robes were worn only for trips outside. Other than restaurants, the only notable trip was to a sex shop where I bought Lena a second butt plug to match the one she gave Eve. The two women would wear them round the house together, a constant reminder of the next sex session they were preparing for. After a few days of barely uninterrupted coitus, I was starting to remember stories about how...
Chapter Eleven:Randi introduces Jill to Sir.When they arrived at Sir’s house, they went in and Randi immediately stripped to her stockings and heels. Jill looked at her shocked, but then smiled, as she realized by this action that her Mom was owned by Sir.They went to the kitchen, where they found Sir preparing some coffee.He turned and smiled, not just by seeing Kitten submit to him, but also to the fact she had the beautiful 18-year old sweetheart standing next to her.“Who do we have here,...
IncestEvery day Donovan became more aware of the impact of Elle, which was the very reason he hired her, an action that had surprised even him for its high-risk and probably by some people its apparent absurdity. She’d not been engaged as a forward planner, just as a sheer visionary with no responsibilities other than to transcribe her thoughts into electronic reports. What had amazed him was his mother taking to Elle so instantly. His mother was conservative and tentative about making new...
DISCLAIMER! ALL OF THIS STORY IS FANTASY AND WHAT I'D LIKE TO DO WITH MY STEPMOM (the attraction is real though). So, first let me describe my stepmom to you.her name is Sarah, Medium size tits, huge ass! Like cheeks way bigger than a forearm, yet just perfect. She's about 5'5-6, big eyes and nice lips. I've been attracted to her sense I first time I saw her. She was wearing tight jeans, a tight pink shirt (low cut) and a sleeveless denim jacket. The first thing I thought when I saw her get...
Tommy was my first. He was my first in a lot of things, just as I was his first. When we began learning about the opposite sex, he and I were paired up. That was back before my secondary sexual charactristics began budding, i.e. pubic hair and boobs. There isn't much to see when you're that age, and we sort of looked, noted, and ignored. I was a girl, and I was shaped this way, he was a boy, and he was shaped that way. Big deal. We hung together a lot. Call it natural attraction or...
Adam gazed at his home village, which was still burning. Good men laid on the ground, their blood pooling around them. The village’s warriors were no match for the might of the empire, and they too were struck down mercilessly. The children were not spared – in fact, the Empire’s soldiers seemed to take extra care to deal the maximum amount of pain to them, with many having fingers and eyes removed. But it was how the women looked that made Adam growl, made his blood pump and made his fingers...
Xiu Mei stepped out of the shower, into the steamy bathroom. She spent some time massaging some perfumed body lotion into her skin before arranging her long, black hair into a bun with an ebony chopstick. Her pussy was already tingling, knowing what she was preparing herself for. She was the daughter of traditional Chinese parents, who had emigrated to America before she was born. Her mother was respectful and deferential towards her husband, who led the family with a quiet strength. As Xiu...
You can get a lot done in ten years, and for us, we strived for mediocrity. It was not as if we gave up on life, we were only thirty; we just liked to flirt with how familiarity bred contempt.Straddling me, the bed groaned, and the dismay of that familiarity dampened the sizzle of excitement. In the gloom of the morning, her body cast a half-light silhouette. "Put the light on?"Marianne shook her head; I would not push it, I never did. Preening her wavy black hair, perfectly kempt, Marianne...
VoyeurThe spark of a lighter wakens me. I allow my eyes to only open slightly, letting out a groan. The memories of last night start to flutter my mind. A warm glow pushes through the closed curtains. The ugly furniture is a reminder of where I am. What the hell did I get myself into now, I can’t help but think. The man I’m sharing the bed with speaks deeply. His voice is thick, like a heavy smoker would sound like. “Last night was fun, Doll-face. You’re one hell of a fuck,” he chuckles and smacks...
CheatingIt was a spring afternoon on a Sunday. Careena got home from mass and sat down in her room to watch some television. She flipped through the channels and couldn't find anything interesting until she came across some pay per view porn. she was always curious on what porn was like so she bought it and sat comfortably on her bed. little did she know that her door was slightly open... Careena's father, John, had been weeding out in the garden and walked into the house, sweaty and ready for a...
Incest(Vetting the Mole) Honey had a lot more friends the next training day. She liked the fact she was more accepted in the group but she still knew it was bad form to break her cover as a strictly administrative type person. She concentrated on her running and tried to stay out of trouble if that were humanly possible. In accordance with her instructions from Sir Knightly, she made an effort to be friendly with the French girl with the jealous attitude, Yvette. The girl almost scoffed at her...
"Uaaah..." I yawn as I gaze blankly down at the naked cummy figure of my 12 year old niece Hanna sleeping soundly with my penis in her pussy. "Mmm... Oh... Hi... ?" I look around... I look back. "HOLY SHIT!!! Oh god, what did we do?" There I was, speaking as though I only dreamed what happened back in episode 1. (Yes, I do indeed realize how cliche it is to say the episode number within the story and stop speaking for a moment in character, but you don't give a shit anyway...
"Read this pamphlet over, Mr. Hansen. Before you even sign up for our course, we will want you to have a full medical with one of our approved doctors. That's a state requirement." "Yes, I understand. If you give me the list of doctors, I'll make an appointment right away and then we can talk again." I had been interviewed by Terry Jackson, son of the owner of Jackson Driving School and V.P. of Training. He was not much older than me and, while very pleasant to talk to, he was very...
Hunger had overtaken him. Eight long months had passed since he last tasted blood. He would finish her in due time, of that he was certain. But for now, the hunger had to be satisfied, and he couldn't get to Grace. Not yet. He'd held off on killing the stripper. It was a matter of willpower, and he'd resisted. But now there was a new beauty, and she was on the other side of the bedroom door where Lukas now stood. She was blonde; Lukas could see her through the crack in the door that...
This was an evening she dedicated to herself. An evening of pleasure and self indulgence meant solely for her. She walked around her bedroom lighting berry scented candles, soft sensuous music playing in the background. Her big double bed was made with fresh, fragrant satin sheets. Her favorite pink toy lay on the bed next to her pillow. Her naked body felt fresh and relaxed after the long bubble bath she had taken and the glass of champagne she had drunk. She lay down on her soft bed and felt...
The other day I was on yahoo messenger hoping for a good cam wank, I had been on about ten minutes when I got a friends request and a message, like your cock been watching you. I accepted the friends request and opened his web cam. I nearly shot my load when I saw him, he was totally naked like me, a very cute chinese guy. He was about 24. black hair, glasses a bit geeky looking but cute, he had a massive hard cock it was about 7 inches and growing. He had big hanging balls as well. I told him...
[Preservation – Janice] Through spring, Bennie's arm was in the painful stage of rehabilitation. Under Doctor Anne's tutelage, he exercised it regularly and got back into shape generally. A month later, she said he was good but suggested he continue his exercises to further strengthen it. It was the middle of spring and we were ready for a trip. Bob had met one of the widows from the I‑20 area. He told us that he could watch over our farm, help Poppa and work Mabel's farm with her. Mabel...
There was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone but opened it just the same. There stood my step-son’s fiancé: Alyson. They were to be married in three days. She was cute and we hit it off the first day we met. She stood about 5’5”, weighed about 120, and had a full “C” cup. It was those blue eyes and full lips that always had my attention.She came bounding into the foyer and told me that she had something that she wanted to talk with me about. I had been like a father to her from the...
TabooAnna Claire Clouds is Chad Alva’s favorite distraction from work! He’s got a lot to do, but that includes a hot, horny Cherry of the Month! She easily convinces him to put work down and touch her petite, tattooed body. She reaches for his zipper as he slips off her top, so he can get his mouth on those perky little tits! He slides his fingers into her eager little pussy. Eventually she can’t wait to get her lips around his cock, making a mess all over as her spit dribbles down...
xmoviesforyouThe Hand You're Dealt This is a piece of fan fiction. "Wild Cards" created by George R.R. Martin. In 1945, an alien virus was released over the skies of New York City. Eventually, that virus would be known as the Wild Card. Of those who contracted the virus, nine of ten died, most horribly. Of the survivors, nine of ten mutated into monsters and freaks, known as Jokers. But one out of every one hundred people who contracted the virus developed super-human abilities, and these...
This is a true account of my second trip to the swingers club. There are a couple of pictures that came out like shit and a short video that is too dark to see anything but you can hear me moaning and sucking dick. I’ll post those even though they are disappointing.*********************************************************************I rushed home after work, showered and grabbed my outfit. I wore a black mini-skirt, a sheer black blouse, and red 4” heels. I was told not to wear a bra so my...
After that first trip to the adult bookstore I couldn’t get that guy’s cock out of my mind. I jerked off thinking about that cock coming thru the hole and wished I had sucked it instead of just stroking it. Don’t know why but all I thought about was sucking a cock. I couldn't sleep that night because I kept thinking about what had happened. Maybe because I wasn’t having sex at home or maybe because of the “taboo” nature of it, not sure. I did like the idea that it was completely anonymous. No...
I was here. Seven years on and sat opposite my mother. I had transformed from a tousled haired boy into a long legged, pert breasted gurl. She looked directly at me, spoke to me about Adam and their business, and had absolutely no idea that I had once been her only son. I felt excited, I stole knowing looks with Keri as my mother spoke to her. Staring into Keri eyes to make her laugh as my mother spoke about the guy I had been to bed with less than 24 hours earlier. Jane, my mum, had gone...
Friends of ours, Albert and Anita, had an unexpected errand to run that required traveling to a city 400 miles from our town. My wife, Michelle, and I talked with Albert and Anita about taking trips to the major cities in our area since we always have fun when we're together.They asked us if we would like to join them on this trip, explaining that it was unplanned, and they couldn't afford to do more than get there and head home. We had no actual plans for the weekend, so we agreed to go.Anita...
ExhibitionismBella gasped, her body tightening immediately against the ties and cuffs that held her open. Her hips squirmed as Cean laid a hand between her breasts, and she stilled at his words. “My love, there’s nothing to be frightened of. You trust me, you said.” Her nod was jerky, even as her breasts rose and fell rapidly, heart hammering nervously against his palm. She lay there and felt the warmth of the stranger’s body suddenly leaking into hers, and the unknown of what this other man could do,...
I had been asleep for only a couple of hours when I was awakened by the sound of my phone. My mind was too foggy to figure out what was going on and when the ringing stopped,I rolled over and drifted off to sleep again. But before drifting off for good,I thought I heard my girlfriends voice saying,"Hi Honey!" and my Goddaughter,Winter saying,"Emmy! It's me! Winter!"The sun had risen and filled the room with a soft glow. The smell of freshly brewed coffee scented the air and from the bathroom I...
The Devastator had made it. No one aboard knew very much about the old Celtest engines, except Centron the Ships AI that was also not a product of Union Tech but the ships original AI, utmost loyal to Stahl. Centron warned that the old engines would need serious servicing before they could be used again at these speeds. That would mean the way home would take much longer, unless the Chief Engineer could figure out how to service the alien engines. However this was a problem, they would face...
Jessica's Story - Part 20 Anne was checking the calender for her next day off work. Since going full time at the supermarket, she had been given every second Wednesday off, along with every Sunday. The reason was simple, as she needed to visit the register office to arrange her civil partnership ceremony to Julia. "Next Wednesday," she said to herself. "It will have to be then." "Shall I call Sally and tell her?" asked Helen. "I'll call her," said Anne. "I'm sure she'll get some...
I woke up in the middle of the night amidst all the shouting , I rolled over and looked at the time , I was 3am in the morning , I cursed my neighbors , they were always fighting , I put the pillow over my head and slept . next morning I got up and went for a run as usual , it was a beautiful morning , I stay on the fourth floor of a huge apartment building , its a sort of colony , my flat is the last one in the corner so I have to pass all the other flats , my neighbors front door was open a...
‘We’re going, then,’ my mum called up. ‘We’ll be back sometime late this evening.’ ‘OK, bye,’ I replied, then listened for the door to shut. When it did I climbed on the bed and gave Lisa a kiss. ‘What would you like to do now?’ I asked her, searching her blue eyes. ‘Well, we’ve tried so many positions,’ she replied. ‘I’d like you to break my anal virginity.’ ‘OK, if you like.’ I pulled her trousers and knickers off and flung them in a corner, then as I stripped off she took her top and bra...
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, Why does your pussy glow?” Mary had sometimes reflected on the irony of her name. Now in her later thirties, she was about to become “mar-ied”, something she had doubted would ever happen. The wedding itself was small, held at a friend’s house in the backyard. As expected, Sam and Hazel were the witnesses. During the reception Mary wryly noted that more than half of the males present had left semen in her unmarried pussy, and wondered how many would do so in her...
Celebrating her birthday with good friends.(Group Sex)Alice looked at her naked body in the mirror. She cupped her full breasts and stroked her nipples with her thumbs feeling the familiar thrill as her flesh hardened and stood out in its brown glory. As usual she felt the thrill flow into her hairless cunt and she knew that her lips there were becoming thick and full of blood. She could almost see the clit stiffen and pull out of its protective hood. Slowly she slid her hands along her body...
Lisa and I had moved on from one another. I was quite relieved in some ways. She’d do almost anything I wanted and I was feeling guilty. I honestly think that some things cost you small chunks of your soul. Threesomes, gangbangs, public displays, cummy fingers of strangers in the dark, going to her house at a moments notice, banging her mouth and leaving her in a puddle on the floor. I thought that in the end I’d do her permanent damage. She went on PoF and found a nice ineffective guy who was...