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Cooling metal pinged as consciousness slowly returned. Struggling to sit up, Latimer felt his body bump against something in the blackness. Spinning, he struck a bulkhead. Weightless? Groggily, his mind fought with the idea. Why was he weightless? What happened to ship's gravity? Lifeboat? He reached out to steady himself, wincing from the sudden pain in his left shoulder.
Instrument lights from the control panel in the distance glowed blue-green-red, as he realized that he could only see with his right eye. Wiping at his face with his left hand, he felt wetness. Blood? His heart pounded. What had happened to his sight? Adrenalin shocked his body, bringing full consciousness to his befuddled mind, and with it, nausea and... memory.
Panic surged like an enraged beast tearing at its cage. Fighting to still his nerves, he forced himself to reason. He had to get to the controls, find out what had happened. He pushed from the bulkhead, correcting off the doorway into the pilot's cabin, using his good right arm to stop himself against the acceleration couch.
As he strapped in, his stomach rebelled, forcing him to snatch a puke bag and bring it to his mouth — nothing but dry heaves. That was the vile smell his dazed mind had refused to place; he must have vomited while he was out, and already emptied his stomach. Trying to dismiss the smell, he activated the scan and searched space around him; stars swam across the screen, one close by — no beacon. A chill went down his spine as he called up the boat's log, punched playback, and watched the scene. The chill changed to despair, gnawing at his soul. The pilot's cabin swam around him as his forehead throbbed, demanding attention.
He groped with shaking hand for the toggle that controlled cabin lights, and snapped it on, staring at his reflection formed by the blackness of deep space behind the wide front viewport. A haggard, blood-covered likeness stared back. While he had been unconscious in zero-gee, an eyebrow-level cut had disgorged an abundance of blood. Most had been sucked into the ventilator intakes, but some still floated in the air. The blood on his face had coagulated, but the gaping cut across his forehead still oozed.
As he watched, droplets broke away from the side of the wound to float about the cabin in small round balls. Pain seared across his forehead as he gently lifted the mass of mangled tissue that had once been an eyebrow, to inspect his left eye. He closed his right eye — blurred vision in the left, but vision, nevertheless. A sigh escaped his lips; the eye was intact, though swollen almost shut.
Touching his hand to the red first aid symbol on the cabin wall to his right caused a section of panel to fold out and the kit to open. He glanced again at his image in the glassite. The cut was bone-deep from just above his left eye to the center of his forehead, five or six centimeters in length, he guessed, causing the eyebrow to shift downward, leaving a gaping wound.
Some (sane?) part of his mind kept telling him that he couldn't have blood floating everywhere. He popped a can of antiseptic spray out of its recess, closed his eye and sprayed the wound. A sting followed by a blessed numbness touched his face; the pain eased off.
After choosing a bandage from the kit, he gently pushed the edges of the torn tissue back into place and sealed the dressing across the injury. That would have to do; he wasn't up to anything more involved just now. His left arm, bruised, throbbed from the exertion. Besides... he had to know for sure.
It was odd to think such a small instrument could hold one's future tucked, somehow, inside it. The blue symbol of an atom with circling electrons mocked him as he grasped the device, hesitated, turned it toward himself and activated its sensor.
Shouldn't the manufacturers have programmed in some type of delay, some double-check, before instantly announcing someone's doom with a blaring buzz and flashing blue read-out? Obviously, they hadn't thought so. He stared at the buzzing instrument before he reset it and turned it toward himself again. Same thing!
I'm dead. My body just hasn't realized it yet, he thought.
He shut the alarm off and stared at the reading again. Twenty percent beyond fatal dose. Possibly, no probably, he told himself, he would live — live, that is, if he could get to a full medical facility within a few hours. But with no medical facility within some hundred-plus light-years, and with only the anti-rad pills, twenty percent beyond fatal dose was just that — fatal. Period!
He grasped the vial, his hand trembling. Was there any use in prolonging the inevitable? These would only put off death a little longer. Through blurred vision, he read: Take two immediately after radiation exposure, then one every 12 hours. He didn't bother reading the rest. There wasn't any rest for him, anyway.
The anti-rad pills, however, with an anti-nausea capsule, went down dry a few minutes later. Maybe he just didn't have the guts to throw the things into the converter, but he had fought for life time after time, and had always felt contempt for people who committed suicide; not taking the pills when they would, at least, prolong his life, felt like a form of self-destruction.
How long had he been in the boat, anyway? A glance at the elapse time clock produced the answer: three hours and sixteen minutes. He shouldn't be nauseated from the radiation sickness this soon; the dose he received wasn't that massive. The nausea must be shock from blood loss and the beating his body had taken, he decided. The boat, keyed to his ship's computer, had launched when he was (safely?) aboard, nearly killing him in the process. If it had waited until he had been strapped down, he would be dead, though — at least it would have been a clean death; now he would die a bit at a time, and in agony.
"Better get your mind off that. Whining won't do any good," he subvocalized.
He didn't know whether any of the other scouts — not that there were that many — talked to themselves, but he figured he was the best conversationalist within light-years, so why shouldn't he talk to himself. Of course, he was the only conversationalist within light-years... He almost giggled aloud.
Snap out of it.
Was it the drugs he had taken, or was he losing it completely? No, he decided, he wasn't crazy, just scared spitless.
Well... , not any crazier than usual. All scouts were a little crazy — had to be. There were dozens of jokes about scout-crazy pilots, and he guessed, there was some basis for the stigma. He had seen more than most though, lived life on the edge, traveled farther than any person alive.
What the crap had happened? Why did the pile suddenly have to blow? He hadn't been lax with safety, at least, not about his ship. A scout's idea of a reasonable risk would leave the average person appalled at the recklessness. But a scout had to poke his nose into things, had to explore. That's what he got paid for, though he would have done it for free, if need be, but he wouldn't have let anyone know that. Scouts generally griped about needing newer equipment, bitched about assignments, raised hell in port, then lifted, mission after mission, until, eventually, they quit or didn't come back from an assignment.
You knew this would happen. The odds had to catch up with you sooner or later.
A cacophony of wailing alarms, the strobe of warning lights, then momentary stillness until the computer announced, blaringly, throughout the slender scout-ship: ABANDON SHIP. THE REACTOR WILL SELF DESTRUCT. PILE DETONATION IN THIRTY SECONDS. ABANDON SHIP. ABANDON SHIP. Latimer hesitated and stood motionless, stunned. TWENTY-FIVE SECONDS. TWENTY-FOUR. TWENTY-THREE.
He snapped awake, heart pounding, body trembling. In the dream, he had again been walking down the short passage from the rec-room to the bridge when the computer let loose with its declaration. A couple of seconds had crept by before realization struck and training had taken over.
If he had been anywhere else, he wouldn't have made it to the lifeboat. He practically dived through the hatch, hit weightlessness, braced his foot against the bulkhead, and swung the heavy port with all his strength. He frantically spun the lock, heard the seal squeak closed, then turned and clawed his way through the inner hatch. As he was swinging it closed, the boat launched. Acceleration beyond the capabilities of the dampers smashed him against the hatch and pinned him while consciousness was snuffed out in a blinding flash of pain as the craft, trying to save its master, launched at emergency max.
A sun-bright ball of primal energy blossomed behind the escaping lifeboat as his ship reduced itself to atoms. Hard gamma radiation sleeted through the light shielding of the desperately fleeing craft — through his body. He had almost been far enough away for dispersal to have reduced the radiation to an acceptable level — almost.
What had happened? His last full-maintenance check, two days ago, had verified that the drive was in perfect condition, fine-tuned to four decimal places, and the fusion unit had every safety device that the Service could think of to keep it working safely, and at top efficiency, for years. It couldn't just blow — but it had.
The lifeboat had bolted like the hounds of hell were after it, but the tiny ship had to wait for him to close the outer lock — seconds that would ultimately cost him his life. After the explosion and the resulting radiation bombardment, the command computer had shut down all nonessential systems and awaited his instructions.
The Service wouldn't list him as missing yet; he hadn't even reached his assigned search area. He wasn't due back for two years, unless he hit upon a habitable planet. Eventually, if he didn't return, he would be posted as missing and a replacement sent out, but the new scout would only know that he had been assigned a search area where the primary scout had failed to return.
Chances of rescue were so close to nothing that the difference didn't matter. He had dropped out of jump space about two-thirds of the way to his zone; even if the Service did mount a search, they would be looking in the wrong place. He turned on the boat's beacon, anyway. Maybe sometime, someone would stumble onto his craft.
There was no base within range of its sublight drive; at least, nowhere that the craft could reach while its passenger was still alive, even if he had been healthy. The nearest outpost was over a hundred light-years away. The little boat was tough, all engines and life support, a closed environment, efficient — but, he would be long dead before it could carry him to safety.
Exhausted, head throbbing, his body cried out for sleep, but if he were ever going to fix the cut on his forehead, he had better get to it. He gingerly pulled the bandage off and cleaned the area around the wound, respraying with the antiseptic. Holding the wound together a small section at a time, he sprayed each section with artificial skin until he had the entire injury closed.
The pain pills and the more potent hypo seemed to mock him from their recesses in the kit. One of those pills would ease his aches, but one now would be one less later when he would really need them.
Why wait for a slow, agonizing death? Why didn't he cycle through the lock and get it over with? Thinking of the airlock jarred his memory. He released the straps, kicked off, and floated aft. He never did get the inner lock dogged down properly. He touched the wheel, spun the lock closed, listing automatically for the squeak of its seal.
The boat's air system hadn't gotten rid of the odor. He had thrown up, from the looks of things, after the boat had quit accelerating. The whole aft section was a mess, but he wasn't up to cleaning after himself just now, nor did the challenges of a zero-gee shower seem worthwhile to his tired body. He settled for wetting a washcloth and wiping the clotted blood from his face.
A few minutes later, he strapped himself in and ran another scan. The last time he was interested only in his ship; it still didn't seem real to think that the vessel that had carried him so far no longer existed, that he was stranded, dying from an overdose of radiation. Such a short time ago, his mind was filled with mundane thoughts, his most critical decision was what to have for lunch — then this.
His head throbbed as he brought the scan routines on line. The star system he had seen earlier was in the center of his screen. The computer displayed information across the bottom of the picture as he touched his console automatically, bringing forth data as he had hundreds of times in the past from the more elaborate system in his ship. The boat's setup was slower, the computer far less sophisticated, but the lifeboat was designed to save him if he lost his ship, if at all possible — the minimum was here.
Five planets were graphically represented on the screen. He brought up data on the first. It circled close to the blue-white dwarf, its atmosphere, if it ever had one, burned away. He ignored it, brought up the second: arid, temperature ranging to two hundred degrees Celsius, atmosphere poisonous. The third was in essentially the same orbit as the first, but opposed, temperature basically the same as number two. He didn't bother with atmosphere readings. Four and five were both far out, both gas giants, unacceptable for human life. He had known there wouldn't be anything of use, not in a white-dwarf system — still, the news depressed him.
Tired, despondent, he reclined the seat, closed his eyes, trying to shut his mind off. No go. Why did my ship blow?
Bringing the seat back up, he turned it, snapping on the holo viewer. Tapping out a number at random, he tried to relax and watch the vid. After a quarter hour, he realized that he had no idea what was happening on the screen. What was wrong with him? A scout had to have patience, since he spent a large part of his time in hyperspace idling his time away between star systems. Scouts joked among themselves that their jobs were ninety-nine percent boredom and one percent chaos. He'd had his chaos for the day — now there was nothing to do. Nothing to do but wait for death.
That was it. A smile touched the corners of his mouth. His problem was simple, albeit had no solution. He just hadn't given in to the idea of dying — unfortunately that would make no difference in the end. Any rational person, he thought, would feel hopeless about now, would accept that death was inevitable, maybe take the pill that would induce a sleep that would never end.
His head throbbed with every pulse beat, and his shoulder ached. He shut the video off and opened the first aid compartment again. As he reached for the pain pills, the bright red vial in the top left corner, sealed, warnings written on it, reflected the cabin lights. His hand grasped the vial.
A few moments later, he secured the outer door to the converter feed, grinning as if he had achieved something. The red pill's mass would be of little use to equipment designed to convert heavy metals to energy for the engines, but its scarlet beacon wouldn't be there to mock him. He took a pain pill, let his chair back to the reclining position, and waited for the drug to take effect.
Hours later, he awakened groggy from the pain medication, but feeling better. After taking an anti-rad pill, he cleaned up the aft section. His shoulder was better, and some of the swelling had gone down around his eye. His vision was a little blurry, but far better than it had been.
He scanned his body once again, still unable to believe he was dying with radiation poisoning — same results. What was he going to do? Just sit here and wait to die? His database, called up a few minutes later, gave him page after page of information on radiation effects on the human body, treatments, prognosis, but there were too many variables.
He wanted to know how long he would live. Without treatment, ten to twenty days. With full treatment in a med-unit, he wouldn't die, might even be able to have children when the equipment was through with him, but with just the pills, the effects of the poisoning would be slowed, but not stopped. With blood transfusions, the process would be slowed more — he had blood, his blood, stored in the boat years ago. But was the hassle worth it? No matter what he did, with his limited medical facilities, he would die.
He had never given up on anything in his life; now, life was going to give up on him.
He sat drumming his fingers on the arm of his seat. He had gotten through life, mostly on pure cussedness. Tall, lanky, not particularly good looking, he still managed to date most of the girls he wanted to. He just wouldn't be told no; he always kept coming back with a new approach. Most everything in life, he tackled the same way. In school, there had been smarter people than he was, but they hadn't wanted the best grades as badly as he had. He supposed that school, both prep and college, had tended to make him more of a loner, since he inevitably spent so much of his time in study.
His father had been a drunk; his mother had died during his last year in prep school. Scholarships, part-time jobs, and a driving, almost overpowering ambition to get away from the squalor he was raised in, had gotten him through college.
The Service had been his goal since his earliest memories. First as a fantasy for the adventures he saw on the vids, then, later, as a way out of his mundane existence. Somewhere along the way, perhaps in rebellion to his self-enforced confinement while he studied, he became obsessed with wanting to be a scout, explore, get away from it all.
By the time he started college, he had called up every database he could access, researching details of scout requirements. As time went on, he found out all he could about the testing procedure for trainees, then stressed those areas, when possible, in his studies.
The last year, he applied his, by then, well-developed persistence toward being accepted into scout training. To be accepted for the entrance tests, grades had to be near-perfect, and the candidate had to have letters of recommendation. His grades were good enough, and thanks to his research, he had taken courses that would help him pass the tests; he had no problem with letters of recommendation from his professors — still, the program was so selective that he was afraid that he would not get a chance.
He hedged his bets by a letter campaign (both e-mail and hand-delivered) to remind the department head that he would be graduating soon and wanted to take the tests, assuming that proof of his deep, long-lived desire to be a scout would have some effect.
By the time he graduated, he had sent a dozen letters, had been screamed at when he kept showing up with new hand-delivered ones, had been thrown out of the building once, but finally, had been assured that he would be allowed to take the tests if he would just leave them alone.
On the day his tests were to begin at eight, he was waiting on the steps of the building at six with his duffle bag, computer, and every book chip he owned. He was the only candidate that got to talk with the department head. Painstakingly, she tried to explain the basic testing procedure to him — how, if he passed the preliminary tests, then, he would be expected to live on the premises while he took the more advanced physical tests — endurance, weightlessness, high-g, solitude. He told her again that he had lived his life to become a scout, that he had given up his room near the campus, had sold everything he possessed, save what was sitting beside him. If she would not let him stay, he would live on the steps. He had come to be a scout.
Frustrated, she called an aide in to take him to a bunk in a small barracks adjoining the office complex. He didn't see the grin on her face as he turned to follow his escort.
Six-month scout-trainees stared at him as he stored his gear and hurried to his first test.
He didn't make the best grades of any scout that had ever come through the academy, but he was close, easily number one in his class.
He had never quit before; he would not quit this time. He would not give up. But what good would it do — death was there, waiting. He ran the tutorials on blood transfusions. He had been taught the procedures at the academy, but he wanted to refresh his memory. Grimly, he set about the task, set the timer for his next dose of anti-rad. Death would have to take him, kicking and screaming, clawing for life the way he had fought for his dreams.
Days dragged on, faithfully recorded by the elapsed-time clock. He tired of watching vids and playing games with the computer. He brought the nearby star system back on the screen. He had been drifting in the general direction ever since his boat had shut off power shortly after launch. He could reach the outer planets in a little more than two weeks, but why bother?
Waiting for the inevitable was putting a mounting strain on his nerves; nerves already stretched to the breaking point by watching his body starting to die. His head showed patches of baldness where clumps of hair had fallen out. His gums bled when he brushed his teeth; his legs and back ached.
Had other scouts died like this, gradually losing control, while they desperately searched for some way to rescue themselves? He was sick of doing nothing. It had been fine on his ship. The idleness hadn't bothered him that much; he could always find something to keep his mind occupied. But somehow, watching vids from a duplicate library to his ship's, didn't have the same effect. He tried to work on his third book — he had sold two that he had written to occupy himself during his forced isolation — but writing no longer interested him. After all, who would read it?
The ship's viewer again attracted his attention; the system displayed on it beckoned the explorer within him. More burned out planets, or gas giants strung either too near, or too far, from the little blue-white star. Nothing in the star's solar system would do him any good, but he might as well be orbiting a gas giant as adrift in deep space.
At least he would have something to do from time to time, and something to see other than the blackness of space. Normally, he would conserve fuel, and at this distance, boost at half power for a few hours, then coast until time to decelerate, but why bother? He picked one of the gas giants, had the computer compute a full-boost vector, and hit initiate. The ten second warning sounded, then acceleration.
The aft section was suddenly down, the dampers reducing the one-hundred-gee acceleration to e-normal inside the boat, requiring him to use the ladder to get back to the fresher. At least he would be able to take a standard shower again. Unstrapping, he brought himself to his feet. Surroundings seem to spin about him as he rested an arm on the nearest bulkhead for support. Had the radiation progressed that far already, or was he just weak from being in zero-gee for a while.
His equipment confirmed that he was feeling one gravity. He had the option of adjusting the acceleration dampers to zero-gee inside the craft, but their version of zero-gee wasn't the same as the real thing. There were minute and very rapid shifts, barely discernible to his conscious mind, but something about him knew they were there and it made him feel uneasy, a little like he was falling. He didn't notice the shifts at one-gee.
A week later, the little craft had acquired an appreciable percentage of the speed of light. After a brief shutdown while the boat reoriented itself, it began deceleration as it slowed to match orbits with the gas giant.
Another week later, orbit achieved, he had grown tired of watching the swirling mass below him. He was about to wash his face in the fresher when the alarm blared. His flinch from the sudden sound set him adrift. Time crawled by until he could touch another bulkhead and push off toward the pilot's cabin.
His shaken mind clutched at straws, insisting that his ship had been detected, that it hadn't been destroyed after all. Frantically, he seated himself at the controls, quieted the audio and scanned his surroundings. Hope ebbed when the scanner still showed nothing, but the neutrino source his instruments had detected was strong. What could it be? The mass detector registered nothing of consequence except the planet below. Another ship? He stilled the hope unborn. No, a sublight drive would emit a whole slew of subatomic particles, and register as an almost infinite mass on his instruments, if the drive were anywhere near.
Hyperdrive, on the other hand, was undetectable with anything he had on board. He scanned his surroundings visually, increasing magnification to the maximum his equipment possessed. Nothing. The neutrino source continued emitting, but he had no way to determine distance. The passive neutrino detector was the only instrument registering; all his active systems that could conceivably bounce a signal off the object and give him a distance reading, refused to detect anything.
Switching to manual scan, he searched the area for long minutes before he was rewarded with the barest flicker of light that danced across the screen and was gone. Try as he might, he couldn't get it back. Had he imagined it? Perhaps he had picked up a distant star, but no, a wide-angle view in the direction he was scanning didn't encompass any stars. The area he was searching registered void of anything for light-years. The light must have been a stray chunk of rock, a meteor tumbling through the area, too small and distant to register, and he happened to briefly focus on it. If it were not for the neutrino detector continuing to register, he would have given up.
He eyed the offending device. He had problems enough without his instruments packing up. He called up the self-diagnostic program, activated it for a full systems check. Ten seconds later, the screen filled with: ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL.
He sat drumming his fingers on the seat arm. At length, he oriented the boat with the large front glassite port giving him a view of the area that his instruments insisted was the direction of the neutrino source. If the instruments couldn't pick up the object, he wasn't going to be able to see it with his naked eye, but it fulfilled his urge to look. Nothing but blackness greeted him. His equipment said there was something out there, but it could be fifty light-years away or a few hundred kilometers, there was no way to tell until he could bounce a signal off the object.
He should be able to detect a ship the size of his scout out to about one-hundred thousand kilometers. There you go again, boy. That's no ship. Even a cruiser wouldn't put out that much racket and still be too far away to detect.
Alien? Pipe dreams. Man had explored, settled worlds for a thousand light-years from Earth. He had met life, myriad forms of it, but sentience; not once. Earth was unique — the human race seemed to be, also. Men and women went out, checked out star systems that looked promising. About one in ten had planets. One out of a thousand planets had environments suitable for habitation by human beings, and that was just suitable, meaning that man could exist there without outside intervention. Most of these worlds were marginally habitable — better as far as the colonists were concerned than Earth with its giant megacities, food riots and astronomical crime rate, but survival on the colony worlds, in general, was less certain than on Earth.
The occasional world that was Earth-like would make the scout that found it wealthy on bonuses alone, plus he was given a hundred square kilometers of land, with all mineral rights, anywhere he chose on the planet. Even so, qualified people to man the scout ships were always in demand — a hundred square kilometer tract on most colony worlds was practically worthless, and bonuses weren't given until fifty thousand people settled the planet.
Forty-three percent of the new scouts quit after their first trip; ninety percent of the remainder either quit during the next five years — or didn't come back from an assignment. If a scout didn't come back, another was sent on the same mission. Sometimes the second scout figured out what happened to the first, most times not. If two were lost on the same mission, that area was marked on the maps and the next scout sent elsewhere.
Human life was far less valuable than equipment, especially starships. Fusion reactors produced the necessary power from almost anything that could be shoved into the converter, but metals and the sophisticated electronics necessary to cross space did not come cheaply.
Earth's starving billions wanted food, not technology. Space exploration and the resulting technological advances had been responsible for the increase in food production that had maintained the ever-expanding human tidal wave at the present level. Without continuing advances, along with the minerals and rare metals brought back from deep space, Earth's populations were doomed.
Politicians had found it more productive in the past, vote-wise, to belittle space exploration, cite money "thrown away" into space when that money could have been given to the poor. But those poor produced more poor at an alarming rate. Finally, even the politicians realized the folly of not planning ahead. If the population explosion continued, there would soon be standing room only, but before then starvation and the resulting diseases from millions of dead might wipe most, if not all, life from the planet.
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Welcome to Mantown, USA! That's what the sign reads as you pass by in your car. You've always heard of this place but never managed to go until now. It is the gay man's paradise: a city full of the horniest, hottest gay men. You reach your hotel, The Hightower. You stop your car in front of the doors and a hot, young valet in a white vest and tight white pants walks up and opens your door. You step out into the warm day, underneath a comfortable cool shade and take a closer look at him. His...
GayI met Anne on an online hook up site. Finding out we are both in an open relationship raised our excitement level instantly. After getting acquainted via emails we decided to meet in the flesh. I met her at a local bar in a seedy end of town. I grabbed us a booth out of the way in the corner. She showed up in a white leather jacket a pair of skin tight yoga pants and high heel boots that came up to her knee. We could both feel the physical attraction between us. Our eyes locked a couple of...
When Romanian brunette babe Alyssia Kent and Russian black haired beauty Kira Queen have a lesbian get together, you know things are bound to get sizzling hot, just as it does in today’s foot fetish premium porn scene. Massaging Kira’s pretty size 7.5 feet turns her foot licking lesbian lover Alyssia on, and soon their clothes and high heels come off, and they are down to their sexy lingerie. But the 4K foot play scene is just getting started there, because they get into their...
xmoviesforyouWhile walking one evening I saw a friend go into his new neighbor's garage. A man walking into another man's garage may not seem odd, but rumors have surrounded this new neighbor since he arrived in town. Everyone says he is gay. He isn't married, nor does he appear to have c***dren, but that doesn't mean anything. He seems quiet and keeps to his self, so no on really knows for sure. Chalking it up to idle gossip, I pushed it from my mind until now. I continued my evening walk, around and...
The next morning, I loaded the last of the repaired combat suits, there were only six ready. I took my Bo, my new sword and knives. The last battle I wished for this weapon and its matching knives. I almost felt like an ancient Japanese Samurai going into battle. I left before the girls started crying. It was hard on me, as well as them, to part that way. Carlton flew at the maximum acceleration of four hundred and thirty six gees, till we were past the Mardaf Limit. Then we really started...
lucy of little-hope.chapter 1.By j.If only anyone would care to notice, the sublime picture-of-girlish-perfection that is thirteen year Lucy Green would seem utterly inappropriate for the tiny decrepit bedroom where she now sits.With blonde hair as yellow and shining as a summer cornfield, so neatly arranged into a pair of ribbon adorned bunches, the beautiful nymph-like girl glows, despite the barest of illumination. Just a flickering 20 watt bulb hangs above her, from the now-rusty ceiling of...
Naho Hazuki has come to visit a client in his hotel room. The client is a gentleman that is in town for business and is quite busy so does not have much time to go out and enjoy an evening out. It is more convenient to order a young lady from a service to come to visit him in his own hotel. He is anxiously awaiting a knock on his hotel door. He is very pleasantly surprised to find a lovely young lady there when he opens the door, Miss Naho Hazuki. She is a cutie with a happy smile and face. She...
xmoviesforyouI work in a Danish company, and i had a meeting in my company's headquarter in Copenhagen. Denmark was quite familiar to me, since i had lived there multiple times. I remember my first time moving to Denmark, and the very first time i used Tinder. My first date from my matches was with Eve. At the time, Eve, lived also in Denmark, but in a different city. We were both open to try new things and explore our kinkyness. That spring i spent in Denmark is very clear in my mind. After several years i...
Well, today was another good day. There was Janice, my sister’s best friend who had moved in with us till she finished high school sitting with me on my bed watching TV. This six foot tall blond beauty had wanted to fuck me since she was a teenager and I had finally consummated what we both wanted for years. Since I got home from college on winter break we have been fucking every chance we could get. I had taught Janice a lot in the past month. She didn’t know how to suck cock worth a shit so...
We are in bed, snuggled up together. Dee has her head on my shoulder and my arm is around her. We'd had a pleasant relaxing evening. I thought we would soon be asleep."You know when you came into the bathroom this evening, for a pee while I was enjoying a sudsy soak?" Dee asks"Yes, you said you didn't mind.""I didn't mind at all. I've seen it before but never paid any attention. But because the toilet is so close to the bath, I could see the stream of wee coming out from your cock really well....
WatersportsHello ISS readers. I am Raj back with another real story which happened to me with my friend’s virgin wife. You must be wondering as to married and virgin. So please read the complete story to know. How did I took virginity of my friend’s wife. Her name is Neeta(name changed). She is in early 30s, with fair complexion and figure to die for This happened on the day of my friend’s marriage. I reached marraige venue with my friend at around 10.00 am. As per schedule the marraige rituals was about...
Our next adventure on our Bali trip was at the last hotel we stayed at. We travelled to the south-east of Bali and stayed at one of the larger hotels for our last two nights. Our room was a ground floor room with a garden view. It had two large, full-length glass sliding doors with a small outdoor area and one of the many walking trails right opposite our room. It would have only been a few metres from our bed to the path situated outside.We woke up pretty early and as is usual for me, I was...
Exhibitionism"Nikki language!" Her father protests. "Sorry dad." The eighteen year old says in exasperation. "Breasts." Shifting uncomfortably in his big leather chair, "That's great honey. I'm not sure why you’re telling me." Quinn says, looking at his daughter's growing chest. It was true though, he noticed. His little princess wasn't so little anymore. She reminded him of a younger version of his wife. Long curly red hair. Adorably cute face. Round spankable ass. And growing breasts....
Our first obstacle was finding a way into the gated community. There was a guard at the gate who called the host before allowing a visitor through the locked gate. The guard was not armed, but that was beside the point. He was just some security company employee doing his job. Actually, he could not release the lock on the gate, that had to be done by the host. Bummer, we were not going through the gate! Judy had found this out by sweet-talking the guard and finding out how things worked....
This a continuation of "Caught my Husband" in which a wife Sherry discovered her husband Steve has been sharing her pictures on x-hamster.I was excited as I rushed home the next day to hear what all the men would have to say about my sexy pictures.I quickly stripped my clothes and started to put on something casual but then decided for just a robe. I figured we would screwing our brains out as we read what men had to say.Steve arrived just after me and noticed that I was nude. He just smiled...
[“Somebody is gonna pay for this, my little love. Somebody is going to pay!”] William Monte (‘Big Willie’) POV: (Cont’d) I don’t know how long I’d been thinking about the past, but I unexpectedly found myself looking into the misty green eyes of a cute redheaded lady. I think her name is Sarah, and she had been one of the participants in my earlier mind-blowing blowjob. “Oh, please don’t stop!?” She pleaded. “Stop what? I’m sorry, you lost me, I was just daydreaming a little.” I felt...
Santa Fe was famous for its bordellos, so I thought that I would sample the main attraction of the city. The hotel concierge recommended one as having the cleanest whores in town, so I decided to patronize that one. I was anxious for good service since I had only had my hand for service for months and I was about to explode for a good fuck. I arrived at the bordello in mid-afternoon, so there were no other customers for competition. The madam assured me that all of her whores were top...
Life can be fun even if you are as clumsy as meSo we were a lot younger then, married just a year and into anything exiting, now were old and happy with one another but then ah well perhaps I had better tell you all about it!Well she was a pretty little thing then, 5ft 10” of shapely nice round arse, magic tits the works, about 10 stone not a sexual big hitter but an enquiring mind, that spoke of things to come , or is that cum!Her name is pat, she`s not 10 stone now nearer 20 I suspect, but...
CHAPTER 6 I set my alarm for 10am. Even though I was supposed to be up at 7am. Up at 7, showered, breakfast, drive to school, in homeroom by 8am. That was what I should be happening this Monday morning. But not this Monday. I thought if I set my alarm late, I would just over sleep having to be up early for school. Mom would just let me sleep and stay home. But that isn't what happen. "Charlie! Charlie!" yelled Vanessa from the bottom of the stairs. "You're going to be late for...
I knew Mel was all talk when she said she could easily leave Edwin in Caroline’s care. But I didn’t blame her. I just sat on the couch, next to Peter Fox, in Caroline’s luxurious apartment on the corner of Hyde Park, just over the Aston Martin dealership. He lived there now, on a trial basis. “It’s a much shorter commute,” was all he said about that. I knew his home. The man liked marble statues, preferably with a penis or at least a six-pack. (No replicas of David, then.) He liked Persian...
At 14, Sarah was already becoming an intelligent and attractive young woman. She had long since grown accustomed to using logic, common sense, and reason to help her make good decisions about things, and to protect herself from those who would disrespect her. Her natural ability to think and make decisions for herself was probably the key that opened the door to our physical relationship. It started on an average Thursday night. My wife worked a graveyard shift from 12-8AM, and was out the...
Frank took an expedition out in mid-morning, leaving Tanya and the M-twins (Murielle and Miranda) alone in the lodge. “Wanna go feed the beasties?” Murielle asked, shedding her clothes as she headed for the entrance. “Oh, yeah!” Miranda chuckled, then asked Tanya, “You wanna come?” extending the last word so that it became ‘Cuum?’ “Sure,” Tanya replied, and eagerly stripped down into ‘feeding mode’. Raptor teeth were hard on clothes, so ‘feeding mode’ meant – naked! The three naked girls,...
It was another night at home alone; after getting the call from my Mom saying she'd been asked to work a double. As much as it sucked living at home at 19 it was nice to have time to myself. What to do? Fuck... I decided I would take a shower and shave my snatch for what would hopefully be another adventurous night out. I headed to the shower after I turned on some Pandora Radio to sing to in the shower. The water was nice and hot, as I lathered up my snatch. With some gentle swipes of the...
By the time darkness fell outside his window, Jimmy thought he would burst with excitement. He had eaten and drank nothing since breakfast, taking his mothers advice to conserve his strength for the initiation, limiting his exploration of the astral realm to a brief foray into the forthcoming night: what he saw only served to whet his appetite and when his parents came to tell him it was time, he was prepared for everything and stood silently as they draped him in a thick, crimson robe edged...
Dedicated To Sir_Jim He merged onto the freeway, heading home. Jim extended his right arm while his left was managing the wheel, and pulled his mom’s head down right onto his cock. She was a willing and eager slut, leaning over him with her hair fanned all about her and her magnificent tits smashed on his knee. Damn, it wouldn’t take much sucking for him to get hard as steel again. He couldn’t drive home fast enough and race inside to fuck her brains out. Her warm, wet mouth felt so fuckin’...
TabooIt took Kyle and the helm crew nearly four days to get the ship stopped. Lee was doing her inspections the night after the accident. She wasn’t happy with the primary cooling pump motor for FRD1 and had it shut down and bypassed. Terry and Little Bear had to strip it down to find what Lee said was wrong. They found one of the rollers in the drive bearing had disintegrated and the rest of the bearing wasn’t far behind. So, Terry and Little Bear had to change the bearings out and reassemble...
Although he usually sent messages via the servant girls, Monsignor Flavin came to Sister Lucia's cell in person to tell her to expect a visitor in an hour or so. She was to go with the servant girl carrying a dress and change into it. The servant would then take her habit away and return it after the visitor had left. In Molly's room she quickly undressed, no longer embarrassed at the presence of the servant, and slipped on the dress. Since there were no underclothes, she assumed she was...
This part is meant to be readable without having read the previous chapters. Together they entered the hotel room. He wondered how they would spend the evening, just the two them. There still were so many hours that had to be filled before they could go to sleep. Without television, the night might prove to become very dull. “I’ll be right back Robert.” The teen informed him, as she left the room. Since their rooms were all connected, Leah had left her keycard with Emma and came in through...
TabooArmy vet Sam Shock brought his perfect body ? and big girthy dick ?? to the studio the other day and we paired HIM up with fan favorite Blake Blossom for this week’s fantastic See H?️M Fuck update. After our talented directory Johnny ?? Robbins helps us get to know a little about the award-winning stud ? Sam does a sexy striptease for Blake, teasing the bulge in his See HIM boxers ? until we finally get to see that thick gift ? he’s packing. Blake lubes up ?? Sam’s phenomenal...
xmoviesforyouKumar and Vijaya are happily married couple working in prestigious organisations in the town. They maintain a healthy sexual life too. But for last one year, Kumar was having some sexual issues related to lack of erection or early ejaculation. That disturbed both of them a lot. So they took appointment to a reputed doctor nearby in that particular field of medical science. Being the last patient of that evening, they came out of their residence at 6 PM sharp as per the time given by the clinic....
Incest"Well done! I had every faith in you and I couldn't have done a better job myself!" I had been almost asleep in the now lukewarm bathwater when I heard Lydia's voice right into my right ear. I cracked open an annoyed eyelid to give the good Fairy a bit of a dressing down, but she looked so happy and cheerful that I couldn't find the ambition to be sore at her. "You were right, of course." I remarked in a sad sort of tone. "Lots of bad and very stupid people that needed to be killed,...
This past Halloween a few of my co-workers and I had attended a costume after work that day. One of my co-workers Barb needed a ride and since we lived close to each other I offered to drive her. Barb I had found out later is 71 yrs old and we had worked with each other for about 8 years and we had become a bit friendly over the years. Well anyways it was about 10 that night when we decided to wrap it up and on the way to dropping her off at her house and at first she was a bit quiet almost...
"How about a round of drinks for everyone?" mom asked as we all stepped into the kitchen."Sounds good to me." "I sure could use a drink for sure." I added taking another look at mom's sexy ass as I just about ran into Janet as she stopped in front of me."Danny, why don't you go put those dress' in the bedroom and get stripped, unless you want us to put the dress' back on.""I'll be right back down in a few." as I turned toward the stair case.All the way up to my room with the dress' d****d over...
Ok, so the second part of the story (part 1 here - https://xhamster.com/stories/true-story-of-something-that-happened-roughly-10-y-1012963). Since the next series of events occurred over several nights, I have decided to split the recollection into multiple parts, and will post one story for each night, rather than one long post.Again, this is a true story to the best of my recollection. There may be slight inaccuracies in wording of what was said, but the events are true, and I will also add a...
Fiona was going shopping. She had just closed her front garden gate when she turned to see Kathy and Michelle walking towards her with large grins on their faces. Kathy and Michelle were neighbours of Fiona. They shared a flat three doors away on the same street. Fiona had met them for the first time two days ago at Mary's hen party. Both girls were twenty years old, much younger than forty one year old Fiona but they had enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating her, as did the other women at the...
Cockatoo Part 23“Jamie, you alright, babe?” Shane squatted down, pulling up his balaclava so I could see his face. “Stay there for a moment while we clear the boat. We think we’ve got them all but we need to be sure.”I wanted to hug him, but he stood up, waved his arm, and the men started to move on in the crouching walk all special forces use, their automatic weapons at the ready. We were allowed to get up from the floor but all I could hear was the whining voice of the ambassador.“This is an...
She was at home and a little frustrated, since the house needed cleaning, but she didn't really feel like doing it. As she walked through the lounge to fetch the vacuum cleaner, she stooped to pick up some cushions that had found their way to the floor the evening before. She smiled to herself. He awoke with sunlight pouring in through the windows. With a little yawn and a stretch, he sat up in bed. Pushing with his feet at the thin summer duvet, it folded to the base of the bed revealing his...
MasturbationWhen Jeanette Gordon arrived home just before four, she rushed into the house and headed straight for the shower in the ensuite. The stink of that place was on her and her clothes. She knew she would have to put them in the wash before Brent got home and got a sniff of them. It was a routine she had recently adopted, one made necessary by her new job. This wasn't something she dared share with Brent or the kids. It was so completely foreign to her nature that she couldn't believe she was...
The sexy brunette Lullu Gun has come to Private Specials, Kinky German Nurses, armed with her kinky uniform, lingerie and wild sexual appetite as she visits the home of her lucky patient and real life partner Jason Steel to obtain a sperm sample. There’s no one better suited for the job than Lullu, she’s got all the necessary skills for such a task as she warms up with an amazing sloppy blowjob before having her tight tattooed body and ass pounded all the way to a hot facial. Watch now on...
xmoviesforyou“A car just turned into the driveway,” Nick reported. He and Michelle were on security duty, watching the CCTV camera that looked for such an approach. There were four such couples who stayed in the converted shack that Joe had used for his painting, each taking shifts, night and day. Boring stuff, so they did other things. Sometimes working for Karissa, or Laia as they knew her, in other ways. Promotion. Logistics. Accounting. Sometimes working on their own thing. Most had second jobs they...
Es war ein ganz normaler Sonntag als Ben mit seiner Frau Denise auf der Couch saß. Ihr Liebesleben war arg eingeschlafen und das gemeinsame Interesse bestand aus den Themen "was gibt es zu essen" und Instagram. Die beiden hatten leider keine Kinder, aber viel Liebe füreinander. In ihrem Alter, Ende 30, waren sie sehr im Alltag gefangen und kamen nur selten aus diesem Hamsterrad. Urlaube waren eine gute Abwechslung, sonst blieb da nicht viel Zeit für. Ben versuchte wirklich viel, das Sexleben...
1Self-Sub Susy by The TechnicianF exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking EnemaCHAPTER ONEAn adventurous young woman who calls herself “Self-Sub Susy” is warned to stop playing naked bondage games on the park trails. She gets more than she bargained for when she taunts back, “catch me if you can.”My name isn’t actually “Self-Sub Susy,” but then again, W’s real name isn’t actually “The Technician.” That is what most people know him by, and that is what he is. I guess Self-Sub Susy is what I am,...
Twelve people are sacrificed into a portal, each individual to another part of the world on the other side. This world is cut into twelve areas, most creatures here are slavers, only one is not. The areas are represented by Rodents, Felines, Lapines, Nagas, Dragons, Equines, Boars, Oxen, Goats, Canines, Birds, and Porpoises (substituting monkeys). Each of these are in four different parts of the world. Rodents, Felines, and Canines; in the Eastern side, Lapines, Nagas, and Equines, Northern...
My mum and I lived on the outskirts of a small Scottish village. John and his mother Beth were our neighbors, and he and I were best friends from an early age, sharing everything as we grew up. At Primary School and then Senior Secondary School, we were an inseparable pair, supporting each other through the good and bad times. This idyll came to an end when we had just turned sixteen. He and his mom moved away from the area to go look after a sick relative.The house was quickly re-occupied and...
CrossdressingAs I've admitted, I've got a very trusting sort of nature but I'm no fool. In return for my revenge I'd handed over a good bit of my soul in return. Mr. Virzi would have plenty of work for me in years to come, defending his associates and keeping the authorities (local, state and federal) as far out of his business affairs as possible. This was a deal with the devil that at the time I was willing and even eager to make, consequences in the years ahead be damned! The hardest part was...