Remote Control

Little Shop of Shiva

Another long day at the shop had slipped away. I unlocked the flat and hold my jacket on the recliner as I reached for the remote. After several attempts the afternoon tidings filled the screen, but the remote failed to respond after legion attempts to shift line. Too many abrupt meeting with the hardwood floor had finally taken their toll. Without pausing to grab my habitual after work brew, I went out the doorway committed to a quick trip-up to"Wally World"for a generic substitution. The cross Ithiel Town commute in first-come-first-serve hour traffic promised to kick upstairs my already frazzled stress point, but a night without the comfort station of a remote was even less appealing. As I started to unlock the car, I glanced over at the seldom visited strip promenade across the street and spotted a pocket-size storefront with the words Ravi 's Electronics hand painted on the window. Surely they would have a small survival of remotes. I relocked the door and walked over, dodging stressed motorists as they sped place to their own TVs.
As I entered the lowly store, I was almost overwhelmed by the odor of incense and haunting strait of sitar music. The paries were covered with tapestry, most of a fellow sitting on an ornate cushion with a bunch of arms coming out of his torso and a third eye in his forehead. The proprietor sat behind a littered bench working on an old VCR with bifocals buddy-buddy than Coke bottleful. Against the dorsum wall, several different remote control were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the least buttons and waved it at the old man.
"Nine L,"he offered with an almost undecipherable accent.
I pulled out a ten and thanked him as I strolled out the door, eager for a breathing place of fresh air. After playing the genuine life history translation of"Frogger"to cross the highway, I was soon back in my apartment, pausing to catch a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed lounge and ripping the maledict midst charge plate off of my new possession. The instructions were printed on material akin to rice paper and tinker's damn near required a microscope to scan. After a few trial and error attempts at programing, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the hold up half of an master episode of Star Trek. The remote had a row of three buttons along the bottomland that I did n't see on the instructions, but the red middle push had a return pointer inscribed so I figured they were designed for the cable box and thought goose egg more of them until later that night during a commercial message for Domino's.
Comparing a Fats Domino 's pizza to a greased soaked cardboard crust is no great stint of the resource, so when the commercial message began I inadvertently pushed the dingy release on the bed of the control ( That was the Same location as the channel variety button on the old control ). In a flash, I landed hard on my posterior on a carpeted floor, the remote in one script and my beer in the other. I was march naked. The room was dimly lit by a candela, but it was a bedroom - definitely feminine with pink pall and flowery patterns on about everything. There was dead silence for various instant, and I held my breath while getting my bearings.

whorehouse baby

A deep moan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to move sporadically. I ventured on my knee to peer over the edge and encountered a delicate handwriting rubbing the sustenance piss out of a neatly trimmed kitty-cat. My sum jumped into my throat as I watched the heightening sexual foreplay of this delightful female form in the throes of self pleasuring. Her vauntingly breasts had rolled to the sides of her panting chest ; rippling symmetrically as her one hired hand pinched one of the large erect teat and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink shopping centre of her womanhood. I got painfully surd instantly, savoring her sexual aroma wafting through the way amidst her soft libidinous whine. The hired hand stroking her vulva became a blur as she pulled her knees up and arched her back with the impending coming. With short shallow pant she reached her climax, the bed shaking violently as her passion dripped onto the pink comforter.
My abominable erection took ascendency, and carefully setting the remote control and brew on the nightstand, I gently climbed aboard. I positioned myself between her still trembling legs lining - up my humanness with her cum drenched hand, then quickly moved her hand aside and took the plunge. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her optic shot open in surprise. A few moments passed before her eyes dreamily closed and she rocked her rose hip gently to coincide with my stab. She did n't own the tightest kitty-cat I 've ever invaded, but her diffuse mewling gasp, her wildly gyrating chest, and the deep red flower that crept up her neck and down her chest suggested it would be one of the most enjoyable mating to particular date. As her hips urged me on, my sassing became adust, and my backbone began to suffer from an old work injury, but I continued to quicken my onslaught on the delicious puffy pussy. Her back slowly arc and her breathing space came in unretentive knickers as my turncock began swimming in the effluence her pussy generated. With a beast thrust of her coxa her face grimaced in orgasmic raptus, clamping my turncock tightly. She uttered a guttural moan as she threw her arms around me, riding her orgasmic undulation as I felt my air being forced from my lungs. maven began to trip the light fantastic toe on my vision when she finally released me and eased back down onto the mattress.
With my manhood still in control condition, I gradual renewed my onset. She moaned, a long, drawn out strait that was tersely cut short with my bit poking. Our pelvic arch immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards release. My mouth locked around the near congested mammilla as her script snaked between us and found the wildly sway sac housing my sperm producing glands. With my sensory input on overburden, I pumped her wildly until, with a final thrusting that matched her desperate up thrust, I erupted three pent up month of come into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to pinch the life from me as our bodies relished the total blissfulness of sexual unity. I collapsed onto her diffused voluptuous frame as we both struggled to refill our lungs and calm our racing hearts. With my last reserves, I rolled us onto our sides, and kissed her full shaking lips.
"Who are you"she queried breathlessly as warning alarms jangled silently in my foreland. I 'd seen too many movies to sleep with the outcome to any given reaction could be catastrophic. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my lukewarm brew and the ascendance. I smiled as I pushed the red button - or at to the lowest degree I thought I 'd pushed the red release. ..

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thud on some spiked ferns in the centre of a tropical jungle. The air was thick and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting locating and rearranged my can to save from getting poked. This remote was great - a key to free sex without any of the normal games and note at the simple pushing of a button ! I could hear the cheerful babbling of a nearby stream, and slowly rose to shit my way towards it. What remained of my beer bottle lay shattered on a bowlder, but I figured I could exist without it. The watercourse was merely a cadence wide, and I could see small thorny fish frolicking in the small-scale eddies formed by the tumbling waters. Gently placing the remote on a decaying rostrum, I waded into the nerveless brisk body of water as the sound of the timber console my dope. After a refreshing breakout, I stumbled onto a plenteous grassy slope and bathed in the sun while studying the remote control more carefully. There were no maker trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was risque. On the other slope of the red restitution clitoris, there was a Green clitoris but I was somewhat hesitating to try that one. Instead, I would push the red button, and hopefully riposte household.
Just as I made my decision, and ungodly Earth shaking holloa erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my feet immediately. Slowly turning towards the auditory sensation germ, I came face to gut with God-funking-zilla ! He was a bloom functioning fashion model of T-Rex, or something from the Lapplander family with lizard skin, drooling choms, and eyes that perceived me as an exotic starter. Fight or flight kicked in - no one truly understands the flight response until they 're tearing through the timber in a zigzag pattern to avoid becoming a dino-delicacy. My biography was flashing before my eyes so degraded I was getting vertigo. Just up ahead, some with child boulder rested and beyond that, there was the cost increase onto a smoking vent. I throttled up and headed to the James Jerome Hill, my lungs and infantry on fervor, as each goliath footstep behind me created mini-quakes.
Just as my strength began to wane, I spotted a diminished crevasse barely gravid enough to accommodate me. I dove through the thick foliation and into the wickedness in a full Lord Nelson that would cause silenced the critics at the Olympic gymnastics competition. Another quick summerset and I bounced against the spine wall of my new found refuge. There were three furry beasties staring at me with centre as big as saucer. They were definitely females ; two had what could best be described as modest conical knocker, and the third had the puncture hangers of a gripe dog. The cleft between their legs was barely distinguishable unlike the salacious gaze in their eyes as they focused on my trunk. I quickly fumbled with the button on the remote as they leaped on my eubstance, their ruddy nails tearing at my soft cutis.
Suddenly an unearthly roar followed by a loud thunk and an inhuman scream echoed from the entrance of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to view the spitting picture of Captain troglodyte. This dude was ugly with an obvious deficiency of personal hygiene acquirement. How he took down a puppet easily twenty clip his size of it with the social club he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever hope to knock up one of his female person counterparts with the putz the size of a sun dried earthworm placed serious doubt on my concept of evolution. reflexion aside, it was quite patent that competition was not his forte and he charged with eyes blazing while I cringed with the flight alternative now unavailable. He raised his club while in full phase of the moon stride, and I instantly realized his vulnerability. My clenched fist shot sound towards his groin and he, like most men toppled into a quivering hairy agglomerate of jelly. Crises averted.
Not so ! One of the cone-shaped twins took me down with a quick chop to the back of my articulatio genus allowing the other to swiftly wax my body and commence her frenzied rutting. Although her fur was fine, when driven with threescore kilos of sex starved soma, it instantly became brand woollen. Only occasionally did my genital organ contact the flabby wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid farewell to my most cherished extremity, the head of my cock lodged into her possible action. With both voiced a corporate pant. Strong muscular compression pulled me deeper into her profundity creating a vacuity that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the tightest, silkiest depth conceivable. With a secondment thrust, my glans was embedded in her neck. The unmistakable grimace radius of her agony even though my prick was barely halfway engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling tits chirped a bowed stringed instrument of single syllable commands and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her hips and began the jump up and down on my painfully engorged organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her apoplexy until, with a high pitched scream, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my tool was physically forced out.
Seizing the opportunity, the early strobilus breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the side and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her cervix, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious discomfort, she began to ride me fervently. The teat on her chest became overgorge and peeked out through the fine fuzz as her arousal became ostensible. Despite my irritation, I too became energize, and was soon matching her forceful thrusting with my own. She cooed with each thrust and threw her head back as her hands found their way to her tiny nipples and pinched them forcefully. quickly reaching her coming, she trembled violently and chirped an endless stream of shrill, I syllable expletives. Learning from past experience, I grabbed her hips forcefully, and lost myself in the delightful muscle contraction that forcefully caressed my cock and coaxed my essence to spew forth into the flyspeck uterus. Apparently it was too often for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my bureau with a grunt.
I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the management of Captain cave dweller and knew it was time for my precipitant exit. Reaching over to comprehend the dominance, I gently fingered the buttons until I was sure as shooting I had the red middle button and pressed it firmly. ..
I was lying on my back, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the roof. The distant slipped from my handwriting and changed the line on line to a pizza commercial as it fell onto the shock absorber. I lay there for what seemed alike hr - sore and numb. A quick glance at the paries clock revealed to a lesser extent than an hour had passed since I first pushed the spicy button, but the bruised trunk and bloodied cock confirmed that I had spent a small timelessness in two dissever surrogate realities. Finally, the discomfort of my position forced me unsteadily to my feet. I slowly staggered to the fridge and pulled out a unused brew. It went down smooth, as did I - slowly sinking to the cold tile as the room began spinning.
Sometime during the night, I apparently found my way to the couch, and woke early at the first hint of dayspring with a hangover that set new personal standards. There was clip to part with before I was due back in the workshop so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some coffee started, my hanging Ball sending jolts of suffering with every footprint I took. The rejuvenating hot water from the rain shower slowly eased the irritation, and soon I was on the road with a steaming cup of joe and an old pair of boxer cradling my"package."Once on line, I called the cable kinfolk and ordered a new remote to be dropped off at the apartment billet that day. Running a quick inventory, I ordered the least pricey factor and made a list for the boss to consider. Time passed quickly until about an hour before quitting meter. I was barely able to hang on, the last of my Department of Energy fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the rental position and staggered into my apartment. I threw a Swanson 's into the micro and grabbed a brew, but never finished either as exhaustion overwhelmed me. I spent another Nox sleeping on the couch.
A cloudy Fri morning arrived, with barely decent fourth dimension for me to get prepped and read/write head back to the shop. workload was light, and I had plenty of opportunities to ruminate my erotic experiences with the remote. On the way dwelling I stopped at the electronics store, but the window were all painted over with a handwriting painted"CLOZED"sign on the doorway. The enigma thickens. Back at my apartment, I thoroughly studied the remote, even opening the rear cover and digging through the scraps for the mutilated software system it came in– but there was nil to identify the maker. Frustrated, I popped a brewage and turned on the tubing. There were nothing but more reruns and boring, sensationalistic news reports. Normally about this clip, I 'd get decked out and head for the local anesthetic"lachrymation hole,"but tonight I did n't feel any pressing need. Probably would n't be missed anyways. I changed distribution channel, propped my metrical unit on the coffee table, and enjoyed my brew. An hr and beer later, as the oppressive blanket of boredom encroached ; I got up, took a pee and grabbed the remote. Closing my center, I pressed the dark-green button and. ..

rejoinder of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my oculus. I was standing on a patch of grass surrounded by a multitude of small-scale white igloo shaped structures. Beyond the modest community of interests, on a small knoll, rose a tall whiten structure with a series of tall spires that reached high into sky. periodic bolts of stable discharge sizzled from the tall spire. mass strolled past in pearl gender-less leotards that covered all their body except for their quotidian faces. One stood directly in front man of me, staring at my crotch. I quickly used my hands to shroud up.
"greeting,"It murmured in a demure feminine voice
"Hi,"I returned meekly, my superfluity evident.
"Is it functional, she queried while staring at my package my hands suppoted.
"Uh, conclusion time I checked it was."
"Can I see it ? Curiosity and perhaps a little excitement were patent in her voice.
"Uh, well,"I stammered,"If I can see yours in a station more private."
"That 's acceptable,"she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversized wrist watch on her arm that she pushed a couple of buttons and I was instantly encased with a full consistence unitard like everyone else was wearing. Yet no one else sported a venereal"bulge"or camel toe ; they all appeared sexless. She gently grasped my bridge player and led me into one of the nearby"igloo"with a sliding front room access one would ask to find on one of factor Roddenberry 's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a clitoris on her carpus and we were completely bare. I immediately noticed her breasts were barely meat, and her hairless vulva was little more that a lilliputian opening night. She immediately fell on her knee and her workforce began their inexperienced geographic expedition of my genitals. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throbbing organ. With a grunt, she plunged her sass on my rear pole, and bit down hard.
"What the hell,"I gasped as I pushed her away and my turncock rapidly deflated.
"Is it not victual,"she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Uh, not literally. .."I replied as I studied the red bite Saint Mark that encircled my cock. oral sex had somehow turned a grizzly turning point - small wonder everyone was sexless !
"I knew not- the Anuk offer our off spring."
"The Anuk, offspring ?"
"Our celestial brothers, the Anuk - know you not of the Anuk ?"
"looking, I just got here, sweetheart,"I replied defiantly gently rubbing my turncock.
"Our celestial Brother descended from heaven and provide all we could ever require,"she retorted defiantly.
"They 're construct of sexual gratification and taste in attire is definitely lacking,"I mumbled sarcastically.
The Anuk revealed sex is reason for all problems. They changed our DNA, we changed ; we live happy now."
"Is that why you bit my dick,"I gestured to my groin.
"I curious - heard digesting men make pleasure."
"Someone 's seriously misinformed, my dearest. Sex is normally gentle and pleasurable."
"So is eating,"she retorted.
I smiled as I fingered the green button on the remote control that had somehow remained in my paw throughout the entire encounter. Now wasn't the sentence to go into into a fruitless monstrance of what is and what ai n't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the special K release. ..

nestling of the Ananuki

I was in a alky, fertile vale with beautiful mountain peaks surrounding it. The air was fresh and cleanse and it felt pleasantly warm. A doe quietly munched on a tall clump of grass a few meters from where I stood. I could hear a beautiful feminine voice singing from within the tall pines where songbirds sang a myriad of capricious strain. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its muzzle on my arm and I slowly stroked the short whisker along its berm. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the course. I quietly headed up the path towards the angelical part that became louder with each step. I rounded a development of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a small tranquil pond of water, her hanker sensual fingers tracing small patterns on the piddle 's surface. A small fish nipped at her forefinger and she gently caressed its scaly soundbox as it nudged her helping hand gently.
Damn near had to filch myself to make certainly I was n't inside of some fairy taradiddle. When she turned and noticed me huddled behind a President Bush, she sensually rose on legs that never seemed to end and shyly strolled over to me. I rose to her and after placing the remote on a nearby boulder, took her tiny deal in my own. She was beyond beautiful, long sleek blond hair that flowed to the pocket-size of her vertebral column, large wanton sky drear eyes that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous limbs that begged to be caressed, full firm breasts capped with delicious dark-brown nipples, and a cunning petty Vannevar Bush below her well toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no omphalos. She led me to a grass covered clearing by a babbling brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her.
Her wide lips were sweeter than a ticket wine that quickly parted as my lip melted with hers. My hands gently roamed down her ticklish feature article and long sinewy neck as her ventilation quicken and bantam goose bumps formed on the blazon that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her sultry lip lock, silently thanking the Lord for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The second we broke from our kiss, I gently moved down the flawless skin of her neck to the firm entire melons that crowned her heaving chest. My sassing explored their refined wide-cut contours and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their pure instinctive relish. Her tranquil legs slowly wrapped around my torso and she arched her back in pure sexual abandon. Slowly my sass descended down her trembling trunk to her smashed under brim. Her hands entwined in my hair as my tongue explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a little prison term to pry apart the tight outer rim with my tongue, but once penetrated it was drawn to the tiny nub throbbing with anticipation. Two swipes of my spit and her hip joint violently bucked in an intensely legal brief orgasmic loss. The contented sigh was delightful, but the surprise squeal as I kicked my natural language back in geared wheel was what I wanted to see. Circling the inflamed bud with my tongue, her respiration went off the charts, hips into"wild mustang"modality, and her hands assaulted my scalp in a predecessor to male formula baldness. Rapidly climbing to a higher peak of orgasmic disco biscuit, I eased my fingerbreadth through the inflamed folds into the slippery entrance of her vagina, confirming my earlier mistrust that she was a virgin. She shrieked and pumped her pelvic girdle frantically, her besotted handle on my now rapidly thinning hair the sole bulwark to being thrown give up.
Her beautiful return to stasis was my opportunity to reposition myself and organise for her commencement ever intimate invasion. After several attempts to penetrate the scour sheep pen, she grasped the Rock surd invader and positioned it herself at her entryway before wrapping her arms and legs around me in eager anticipation. Slowly, savoring the taut slick plication, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those orotund gamy middle still half closed with orgasmic relief shot open, and her embracement tightened as gentle vaginal strokes caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths ; my cock eventually stopping at her cervical entrance. Again her eyes shot wide give and a brief squeak escaped her back talk as she passed into womanhood. Gently I kissed her as her dead body adapt. We held the kiss as her torso slowly came to life sentence. Taking this is a signaling to summarize ; I slowly withdrew a little and eased back in until her cervix was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing rhythm, I soon was back to normal ramming hurrying as her eyes dreamily reopened and she caressed my back lovingly. As I reached my optimum pace, her hips matched mine eagerly and within just a few pleasant-tasting poke, she crossed over her orgasmic plane, thrusting her pelvic girdle high in the air. Her vaginal contraction were so tight the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful blue eyes shot wide open and her manus dove between us, hastily replacing my frustrated cunt plug into the drenched silklike depth.
I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the interruption, as I continued my thrusts into the unconvincing tight orifice with wild abandon. conclusion to the edge, I closed my eyes and let nature take its course, thrusting violently as her pelvis rose to forgather my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few rabbit thrusts, the simmering surge raced up my urethra only to chance the escape passageway blocked. The beautiful blonde goddess beneath me was in the throes of her own explosive coming, her vaginal muscles squeezing so tightly that, combined with the military force of my seek ejaculation, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would blow my balls off. Fortunately, her muscles momentarily relaxed, and my gist outburst against her cervix, increasing her orgasmic muscular contraction exponentially. I clung on for dear spirit, as I literally rode her through her explosive culmination, my cock experiencing the most fulfilling massage of its life. We fought for our corporate breathing space albeit her tight embrace restricted my full recovery until her arm fell to her side and I was able-bodied to roam off her onto my spinal column, gasping. After a brief rest period, she rolled her perspiration covered quivering soundbox succeeding to mine, and threw her arm over my chest as her get-up-and-go waned and she drifted off to a profound sleep. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the first and only Virgin I would probably ever plunder lying succeeding to me.
Once assured she was fully asleep, I gently eased out from under her arm, and staggered over to retrieve the remote. I would know to expand on my latest conquest with the beautiful sleeping form by the brook, but hungriness was becoming an issue. Gathering what was left of my wits and driven by curiosity, I set out on the rustic trail in this beautiful new world.
As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the warm midday heat energy, I encountered several variant of wildlife undisturbed by my unannounced appearance. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a human predator before. Fairy tales can be tangible ! After a just hr of wandering through wonderland, I came to a orotund clearing with a immense, perfectly formed corner standing in the eye. I stopped short and stared - this was getting surreal ! A muffled interference behind me broke the mystery moment and I turned to see the blond goddess standing behind me with teary eyes. I smiled and she vaulted the few meters separating us to hug me forcefully. I locked lips with her and she likened to suck out my individual, breaking the osculation only when the last of our modesty air was depleted. I rubbed her tummy in the universal joint sign for hungriness and she nodded curtly, and then dashed for the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I quickly followed and grabbed her arm as she reached up to cull one of the abundant apple-shaped fruits on display. I 'd scan a story about a standardised scenario once and peak my senses in case a ophidian was coiled nearby. Although she obviously did n't read, she respected my want and darted back up to the trail head where pocket-size Tree were adorned with like fruit. She eagerly plucked several of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in appreciation, and sank my teeth into the fresh fruit I ever tasted.
Grasping her free handwriting, we followed along the edge of the timberland until we found where the trail resumed and plunged into the welcoming spectre. The trail wound through grassy meadows, eternal woods and past small streams with the clearest and tastiest weewee I have ever quenched my thirst with. As meter passed, I nicknamed the place Eden and was really becoming attached to the sentiment of spending a lifetime here when my companion suddenly stopped short and bowed her top dog. I tugged at her hand but she would n't budge. Fingering the remote in pillow slip a hasty hideaway were required I moved ahead slowly at the urging of my curiosity. The trail opened into a wide vale sprinkled with the remainder of many pocket-size dome-like structures. In the nerve center was a grassy hillock were the unmistakable remnants of a tall spire lying broken on the ground.
I knew this shoes from before - it was the Edwin Herbert Land of the hawkshaw biters, and I reasoned my shy footling virgin had somehow break away with her plumbing entire. A probable byproduct of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified loanblend baby maker. The residential area had been virtually reduced to rubble - maybe from a mathematical group of diskless rebels, or maybe even an extraterrestrial being foe with blow and awe elements sufficient to puzzle the Department of Defense section. warning bells clanged in my head and I turned to channelize back into the forest. My little virgin was history, and I quickly decided to postdate causa. On manifestation, it's amazing how contagious affright can be. I pushed the green button firmly.

Wrath of Sol

I landed hard on a sand dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning backbone tornado and restricting visibleness to near zero. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten times gravid than I remembered. The remote tumbled from my helping hand, and I immediately tried to retrieve it albeit the winds and blowing sand were like digging a hole in the ocean. With the sun burning my back into Sir Francis Bacon, I dug desperately and was finally able-bodied to grab the gimmick and draw out it barren just as a tall physique in a sleek lily-white hooded robe stood in front of me, partially blocking the air current that was sucking my life story away. It extended a darkness skinned hand, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the ascendency. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturous sandstorm, my feet burning with every step until we reached a small cream colored social organisation partially buried in the blowing sand. The walls were still and sharpen, and the entry was close to the sloping cap. After a short-change climb up a rustic Natalie Wood ladder, I fell through the humble opening and into a wad of mild white pillows. My rescuer soon followed with a thud.
We both lie still for various minutes before she slowly rose and shed her wrapper revealing beautiful coloured Diospyros ebenum skin thinly disguised by a white-hot fishnet gown that left nil to the resource. Her weather condition hardened face was in abrupt contrast to the rest of her delicate feminine torso. early days and virility glowed from her.
"Got liquid,"she queried abruptly.
I shook my pass no while still appraising her well defined sinew tone.
"Let me have your cum,"she demanded shamelessly.
"Give me yours, then,"I responded curtly.
"Dried up years ago, Honey ; got some dried fruit in the other room though."
I reclined into a more comfortable position and she crawled over to me on all quaternary like a jungle cat with cornered target. In a flash bulb her nous was buried in my crotch, sucking like a Hoover on steroid hormone. She gently fumbled with my gonad before a finger slowly invaded my ass fix. I mumbled a quick dissent which she ignored and thrust her finger in deeper, exploring the dark depths until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the asshole was made for gays or proctologists, yet her ennoble intrusion was somewhat pleasurable. She must make been an expert because within moments I could feel my essence flowing through my urethra and into my server's dry mouth. She gulped it all down noisily. It happened so debauched, I never got fully punishing nor experient orgasm.
"Thanks, I needed that,"she whispered with a smirk that made my ancestry run cold. I had just been milked and used ; literally raped and dehumanized. Yet, I could understand in this tyrannical high temperature the need to extract anything that could provide refreshment. Desperate sentence, desperate measuring. I quickly pressed the putting green button. ..

Beyond infinity

I was free natation in darkness. The dim light of aloof stars barely illuminated a few rocks seconds before the race past but there were no other sensation - no audio or feel - nil. I figured Earth 's going date had passed, and this was all that remained. It was a comfort to know we hadn't destroyed ourselves after all, and maybe there were a few human being out beyond my vision clinging desperately to life history on a brave new public. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red button. ..
The security of my cool off dark sustenance room enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a pile of apparel next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a quick forcible appraisal confirming I was intact, I headed to the kitchen for a brewage. Walking to the window, I opened the tattered pall a cunt whisker, and was reassured by the dealings whizzing yesteryear in front line of the apartment. Taking a inscrutable swig, I plopped on the sofa and bedevil my feet up. There was far too much information to wrap my head around so I took a mystifying breath and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a disorder sleep.
My dreams of a ten thousand of distorted landscapes and beautiful women faded abruptly as the speech sound rang. It was still dark, and I had to fuck up for the pass catcher even though it was just a few feet away.
"Get the coffee berry gear up, I'm on my way."The line went dead.
It took me a mo to realize it was rick, my fishing chum that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me last year. We both loved fishing the multitude of invigorated water lakes located nearby, and the purchase of the vessel had been a womb-to-tomb ambition for both of us. He kept the gravy boat at his place as the flat had no inwardly storage available, and his new off-road pick-up was just perfect to get us into the rustic boat launches. I sprang into natural process, threw on the coffee, grabbed my tackle from behind the BBQ in the reposition shed on the patio, and grabbed my parka and gloves. Just as I finished pouring the coffee into the thermos bottle, I heard him push back up and raced out the door, almost forgetting my key fruit. The quick cab, and tune from the 60's coming from the radio warmed the mortal all the way up to the lake.
I've known wrick since the early on days of subaltern school ; always plus and spry to laugh, we could talk about damn near anything without causing criminal offense to one another. He'd hitched up with a smasher brunette with strong Latina heritage shortly after we bought the gravy holder, and he truly loved both her and the sweetly little daughter left over from her number 1 marriage ceremony catastrophe. As the sky began to glow with a new break of day, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the idle capitulum to a small semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the survive fourth dimension we fished it various month back. It was cool and invigorating ; flies buzzing across the smooth surface, and doll announcing the sunrise in melodic call. Just as the sun crested, Rick got the initiative hit with his new lure, and within seconds, my tried and unfeigned bundle of Salmon River eggs scored the secondment. It was hot and heavy until we limited out lupus erythematosus than a half hour later and we set path back to the landing place. With an ice chest full moon of fair sized trout, we were soon on the road dwelling laughing and yapping like a twain of school girls in heat ; the memories of the proceeding eve long since committed to retention.
When we arrived at his place, we off loaded our Bounty amidst the excited squeals of his daughter and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the boat and then the Pisces, and sat back to watch Mom and daughter working in almost perfect concordance to batter fry and serve well up a delicious meal. The rest of the fish were immediately frozen with the exclusion of a few held out for me to take plate. At some decimal point in the meal, crick mentioned a duplex apartment down on the river he would like to purchase but he lacked the investment company for a gloomy defrayal, and his wife was somewhat hesitant with renting the other one-half to make ends meet. I wanted to see it.
After the dishes were cleaned up, we locked up and headed several stat mi out of township to a humble twist entree road and the duplex apartment in doubtfulness. It was remote, but much gravid than I thought it would be, sat on five untamed landed estate with all the creature comforts including cablegram ! Great for kidskin, perfective for fishermen ; I was sold. It would run out my fiscal military reserve but offered a greater course of security. A excited week was to stick with, but by the following Saturday, we were moving the mass of our secular possessions and closing out the last of our in-town obligations. Within a month, we were fully settled in, raised a 3-car carport with the gravy boat parked in the mediate stand, and caught a fistful of bass whenever time allowed. The outback ascendancy, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk drawer in a plastic bag with the assault and battery removed, was scarcely more than a distant remembering.
One particularly cold even, several calendar month later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brew when my intellection drifted back to the remote ascendence. My life was better than it had ever been ; with a publicity on the horizon, at a great place to hold out, I felt I had it all ( except for a woman as kink kept insisting ). Yet my sex gland were dangerously overloaded, and the chance to explore new view and new pussy could not be denied. Reinserting the assault and battery, I strolled to the middle of the room, set my lukewarm brew on the burnt umber tabular array, and pressed the blue air release. ..

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a great student residence with a polished marble storey and alabaster statues of women with different gown lining the stark white walls that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden ceiling. In front, a raised marble platform with three flowery wooden chairs and a form iron chandelier dangled above. Candles flickered from a 10000 of wrought branding iron candelabra scattered around the hall and behind the chairs.
"Kneel, knave !"
The authoritative spokesperson behind me left little room for discussion. I dropped to my human knee and tucked my hands to enshroud my inguen. I didn't dare to search up although my curiosity pressed me to do so. An infinity passed with my knees protesting violently until a discharge voice reverberated through the chamber.
"Why hast 1000 desecrated these holy chambers ?"
Hmm, old English, I could deal with that."I knew not of their holiness,"I retorted and immediately a burning sense impression swept across my spine followed by the crevice of a whiplash."Owww,"I blurted out.
"Silence. .. escort him to the donjon and disembowel him."
"Whoa,"I exclaimed abandoning my old English dialect. I raised my header and stared at my justice. They sat in the three chairs clad in brilliant white broad duration gowns with beautiful amber poll and long flowing tomentum ; one blonde, one brunet and the third with fervid red. Another burning streak burned across my book binding just below the first. The pain almost made me transcend out. Apparently looking at royalty was frowned upon. I rose to my base quickly and stomped over to the offending precaution and snatched the whip from her hand.
"Stop that !"I was not into S & M, and I think she got the message as I grabbed the offending weapon and threatened to return the favor. Behind, I could hear another sentry duty draw a weapon and I whipped around ( literally ) with my arm fully extended and connected with her steel arm, sending the weapon system sliding blissfully across the flooring. Both guards were bent over cradling there wounded coat of arms, there leather brassiere hanging ungracefully from their panting chests.
"Dost 1000 not knowest respect for the royal stag parliamentary procedure. .."
"C'mon man ; I stood before you naked, defenseless and humble, and you return the favor with unwarranted bullying."I was storming towards the platform now, emboldened and angry, as the redheader beat a overhasty retreat out the backdoor. The two other two royal line stood stunned ; frozen in concern."haven't you ever heard about lordliness and respect ?"I reached the brunette, and threw a lip lock on her as her eyes shot unfastened and her body tensed. XXX seconds later, her oculus were drifting closed and she relaxed ; her arms encircling my cover with a gentle embrace.
"My queen,"the blonde queried, her phonation palpitation noticeably,"This barbarian doth partake in indecorous familiarity. .. but she hastily waved off by the woman in my sleeve. I slowly broke the scrumptious kiss and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and I could palpate her nobleman legs giving way, so I tightened my adhesive friction and eased her down onto the frigidness marble floor getting a brief glance of her furry bush. She was bare beneath her gown - women's rightist's gone commando ! I slid my deal up the hem of her gown just as the front man entrance boomed heart-to-heart forcibly and the fiery redheader with a chemical group of well armed female warriors thundered towards us. I hate interruptions.
I stood with my erection pointing straight up and put my hands on my coxa. My brunette goddess quickly rose and gathering the last of her lordliness, pointed to the threshold from whence they came. There were no Book, just silent recognition, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the threshold large wooden threshold quietly behind the last warrior. The red-header princess repositioned the tip she had been carrying in her hand on those perfervid red cascading Robert Floyd Curl Jr. and silently waited for words that never came.
My brunet goddess slid to her knees, then onto her book binding and raised her scrubs and spread her wooden leg. A course of study in personal hygiene would be most conquer, but in the interest extraneous relations, I gently eased into her musky depth. She wasn't a virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her face reacted dramatically to my sway hard figure rather than device ( s ) she was accustomed. The blond princess moved closer, and I grasped her piano blanch paw, placing one on the fully breast of the brunette and the early on the small nub peeking through the bush between those retentive lush stage. The blond knew what to do, messaging the small teat and slick clitoral nub with well practiced expertness. Perhaps it was the new sensations of a tangible man, or perhaps it was the erotic funding of our blonde companion, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a foresightful spraying of her orgasmic essence on my torso.
Easing out of the bushy brunet rain forest, I was eased onto my backrest by the blond and mounted with the pacify guidance of her hands. She was wet and cleaner, and provided a most first-class ride ; her head thrown back and a flushed blush spreading over her upper torso.
I gestured to the fiery red headland, who shyly shed her gown, and with my direction, straddled my head. I pulled her down to my lip and devoured the ripe rosy-cheeked crevasse with a passion fueled appetite. It would turn one my shortest encounters ever. As I was just settling into a miraculous cock massage of the blond while savoring the abundant succus flowing from the fiery redhead bush, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my gonads from being rammed into the marble floor, I was being bathed in decent orgasmic ejaculate to float a battleship.
As they gyrated in their orgasmic nirvanas, I saw the brunette compose herself and slowly acclivity to observe her two frenzied fellow. I waved to her with my free arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my script to her muff in hunt of the little bud that still quivered. My fingers began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two finger's breadth slid into her vagina, and my thumb circled the ascendant of her throbbing clit, her rosehip bucked forward violently and she shook like a leaf in an autumn wind. women's liberationist girls are sluttish ! Their frigid public equanimity was an effectively disguise for the truly hot tamales they were in private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the wave-particle duality the hid, and the frustration they must have felt. It would be interest to see if they returned to their sterile sex lives, or assume their male counterparts as a more satisfying way to live on and lead. I slowly rose from the sheaf of trembling bodies and quickly searched for the remote. It rested securely next to a candelabrum, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent farewell, fingered the Green River push.

The Victorian Virgin

The spanking chords of a cembalo echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a huge mansion. I arrived just behind the young ravisher bundled in a truckload of puffy undergarments encased in a frilly pastel blue lace dress as she caressed the tonality lovingly. The music twinkled and danced across the paries like a fire beetle in the woodland, and although I leaned more towards classical rock 'n' roll from the 60s, I could learn to have a go at it this clobber pretty easily. All too soon, she completed the opus, and thumbed through several more oodles before finally settling on one she liked. Pausing to slurp some tea, I approached her and asked :
"Where did you ascertain to act so beautifully ?"
Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slid around on the terrace. The cup and discus tumbled from her fingers and her let out skin spell such a vivid vermillion red that could have frozen traffic in New York during bucket along hour.
"My Lord, your clothes. .."
"I left them upstairs,"I replied assuming the bedchamber were located there.
"Only a villain would be seen without attire."
"Or a devotee,"I countered with a suggestion of coming attractiveness."
"I know thee not, my Lord, and even if so, a lady would not permit such a vulgar display !"
"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the prevent fruit, have you ?"
Her eyes slowly traveled up and down my body slowly, pausing on my gaze and finally resting on my jetty. A slight thrill reappeared.
No, my Lord,"she murmured as her gaze lowered.
"Would you like too ?'
Her optic germinate open and a aspect of rebelliousness filled her fine facial features."I'm saving myself for he whom I would spend my life history with."
"Life is forgetful, my dear. High ideals are an invitation for disappointment."
"I suppose, but. .."
I cupped her boldness gently in my helping hand and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, convinced her declaration was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the shoes off her tiny feet.
"prison term is light, the duchess will retort within the hr, and if she were to find us together. .."
"She won't,"I said softly as I fumbled with the strings binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my helping hand aside, and disrobed degenerate than I could ever give birth imagined. He clothes lay in a immense pile on the bench, and her bantam assets on brilliant display. This was going to be fun ! I cupped her case delicately, and let her experience my full-of-the-moon repertory of osculation ; pausing when her breathing space became gasps. As my glossa explored the petite buds of her breast, she trembled violently and rubbed the mantrap blur surrounding her slit forcefully on my leg. To our reciprocal surprise, she squealed, and reached her first orgasm. It wasn't solid ground shaking, but it was an appropriate precursor to what was to come.
I resumed my oral administration on the young sweet-flavored delicacy, slowly descending past her mammary bulge and pocket-sized rounded belly to the delicious peach cop snatch already oozing her womanly invitation for penetration. I lifted her slight frame and lowered her gently onto my rock and roll laborious reed organ, finally striking family after various effort. Her weapons system clamped me tightly and her sass bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the full length of my shaft, her branch and branch locked painfully around me. Her tooth broke pelt and she squealed into my shoulder at the Lapplander moment she became a adult female. The indescribably pixilated pussy, despite the increase lubrication of virgin blood, was impossible to maneuver within. Her boldness and trunk were again a smart red, and her large super C middle were clenched stringent, but the tell tale shadow of a smile revealed her true feelings.
Ever so slowly, with minute cramp, her fuddled pussy and facial contortion relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With short gentle jabs that terminated with our two pubic os lightly kissing each other, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her quickly panting breaths, terminated with staccato high pitched moan. My hips let me know that my back wouldn't last much longer without regrets in the break of day, but the tightly squeezed little wit on the head of my tool kept the private road alive. Those swollen baby breasts were getting a chaffing, but their proprietor appeared not to point out, driven by the new found sensations radiating through her body. respective abstruse rewarding thrusts later, her pussy plunged into hyper cock clench modality and her entire body trembled violently with her start broad man made orgasm. I hung on as long as I could, but the stimulation was beyond bearable as my harmonium transformed into a bazooka with a multi-loader. I let go, seeing wizard and pumping a life sentence prison term Charles Frederick Worth of seed into the tiny cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to retain some semblance of dignity, as our consistence coped with neurological overload.
The delicious little Virgo collapsed in my arms, and I fell back against the bulwark. She would forever occupy among my top ten of conquest. I heard horse hooves, and sleep with my meter was speedy drawing to a close. Carefully easing her limp form onto the deep red curtains of the settee, I retrieved my remote ; and with a long concluding look at the lovely creature in repose with my seed dribbling from her tight despoil vaginal back talk, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the consolation of my living room.
Sharing is Caring
I grabbed the remains of my brew and dropped heavily onto my couch. As the fizz from my foremost retentive gulp subsided, I pondered the remote control that had provided a multitude of sexual fantasies far beyond my ability to ever imagine. Where did this remote come from ; was it built on inspiration from a sexually oppressed scientist, was it randomly distributed by demented aliens, was it the product of an exploit Chinese dude who inadvertently cross wired a critical connection, or, more importantly, why was I seeking resolution I really don't want to sleep with. Actually, I was more bear on about a potency departure date.
About then, there was a brief knock from the side entering wrick and I had hastily installed several hebdomad ago to connect the two unit without a need to go out-of-door. Rick swaggered in, but stopped numb in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the couch with my clothes in a disheveled heap a few infantry away.
"So, if your option in clothes is an invitation, I'm already married."
I chuckled. .."You really think I'm that desperate,"I returned as I drained the last of my brew. I got up and grabbed a match of fresh I, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the sofa. I mulled disclosure for a few bit, and throwing cautiousness to the jazz, I decided to let my best friend in on my arcanum. He was staring at me with curiosity written all over his face, anyways.
"backrest in the old daylight when I lived in the apartment,"I began ;"I came home one night and my remote stopped working, so I went across the street to a small electronics stock and bought a generic general remote."
"OK,"he offered indifferently,"You have my attention."
I handed him the remote and continued."You see those three buttons on the bottomland ? The blue one takes you somewhere in the past, the green one into the hereafter, and the red one, with the proceeds icon scribed on it brings you back to when and where you were when you pushed one of the other two buttons."
"OK. .. We really got to get you a woman, dude."
"Go ahead and try it, kink. Just be sure to hang on to it ‘ lawsuit you ain't coming back until you push the red clit. Go on, it won't kill you !"
He looked at the control, and absently ran his finger over the release."feeling dude, there's no such. .."
There was a blinding bolt of light accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the floor. I was able to salvage about of it, and his clothes absorbed the small amount he'd lost. I got up and slowly put my gasp on just as there was another sizzle and Rick returned to his sitting position, naked and baseless eyed. I handed him the remains of his still cold brew and sat back down after prying the remote from his men.
Several long transactions passed until he muttered :"Damn."
"Now you know why I'm not apt to change my personal life."
"Yeah,"he said in a barely audible whisper."Thanks."
"Where did you go,"I asked, my curiosity peaked.
Rick let out a retentive sigh ;"It was a bordello - late 1800s, I'd shot, with underskirt and eagle clawed tubs, and nickelodeon music and the secure booze ever conceived by man. The women were. .. hot - no, insatiable !"He paused and put on his serious nerve."What if I knocked her up ?"
"And what if I fucked my granny and she had a boy instead of my Mom ? Let me go check on the flux capacitor. .."I took another lingering sip of my brew.
hayrick was silent for a moment and snickered, then nodded to himself with stand-in etched across his font."You know, I came over to get a break from the old lady ; she's on the rag again."
"Give her the remote control,"I suggested.
wrick pondered the idea for a moment and excite his fountainhead no ;"Don't want to pay for someone else's kid."
"Then let's go fishin ’."
"I'll get the bait, you grab the beer,"he countered.
As we walked down the embankment towards the lazily flowing river, Rick seemed contemplative, yet relieved. We loaded our hook shot in silence, and cast upriver to let the come-on flow with the current. Finally, he spoke up :
"They told me cowman were lousy lovers."
"You think riding a saddle for twelve to fourteen hours a day is respectable for the sex gland ? Geez hayrick, they're probably hanging out his navel. Truth be told - if we DNA tried and true 90-percent of the pioneer offspring Dame Rebecca West of the Mississippi we'd find they were fathered by traveling salesmen !"
"Or naked men with remotes,"he suggested with a chuckle.
We watched our lines drift slowly retiring, lost in our thoughts and secure in our bond that would surely hold out the eternal closed book of time .