The Hunter bequest

shaft Bauer had one thing that made his life worth living. He hated his job. He hated the apartment

he lived in. He hated his adjacent door neighbor. She was smoking hot with big pap and a Brobdingnagian ass. He

especially hated her kid. An entitled high school day brat that was probably going to be as gorgeous and hot

as her mom and probably as big a bitch.

fishgig had a bike. A Yamaha R6 that went fast and handled like a dream. This made all the

bullshit in his life tolerable. Knowing that come the weekend he could take to the road and leave

everything butt, if only for a couple of hours.

It was on one of his weekend rides that his life was permanently changed. He dragged a articulatio genus around a

turn, there was a brilliantly flash of light not too far ahead of him, then a fomite appeared. A fomite of a

design he had never seen before. It was grim, angulate and about the sizing of an SUV. spear had no

time to brake or maneuver around it. He plowed right into it. Surprisingly he did n't blackout. Not

right away. He heard some hydraulics, probably a door on the vehicle opening. Then he heard some

excited chatter in a language he had never heard before. It was unknown because though Lance spoke

English and Spanish fluently and had a grasp of Korean, the chatter sounded completely unfamiliar.

When he had served in the regular army for six years he had learned what many languages sounded like.

Though Chinese, Japanese, Thai were completely different from each other, they sounded somewhat

Alike. African oral communication sound alike. Baltic Sea languages sound alike. The chatter he was hearing,

obviously two male and one female, sounded like nix he had ever heard.

Lance saw the woman first as she appeared in the recess of his vision. Without a doubt she was the

near beautiful woman he had ever seen in his liveliness. Jet black hair. An olive tone up complexion,

Mediterranean or Mexican if Lance was to guess. What he thought strange were her center. They

were a yellowish gold color. Her pupils were maven shaped. It was then that the pain hit. The earth

became a haze of red and then black.

lancet awoke in what he could trump describe as a hospital room. A woman, probably a nurse, stood

over him, staring intently at the equipment he was hooked up to. The equipment looked somewhat

fellow but dissimilar, more innovative. What he supposed were numbers, were completely unfamiliar.

The fair sex was just as stunning as the one he had seen just after the crash. Her hair was a strange

greenish tad of blonde. Her skin was the olive wraith as the early. She glanced at him and she

had the Saami yellow gold oculus as the first woman. She had the same star shaped pupil. She smiled

and spoke to him. He understood not one Book. But somehow, he understood what she wanted to

ask."I 'm feeling surprisingly well, considering what happened."

She spoke again. Again, gig did n't empathise her intelligence but understood exactly what she said.

"You were very lucky. Your injury were quite horrific."

"How bad ?"

"Your spine was severed. nine part ribs. Broken clavicle. Broken left arm. Punctured lung.

Lacerated liver. Skull break and a very bad brain injury. At least half of your mastermind was affected."

The char disconnected him from the auto. shaft felt ticket. She had mentioned a severed spur

and brain trauma but he felt fine. He looked down and wiggled his toes and everything worked ticket. He

felt pretty coherent for having had a encephalon injury. He wondered how long he had been there.

The woman motioned for him to sit up. She walked to a small cabinet and pulled out a couplet of jeans,

underclothes and a jersey. She brought them to his bed.

She said,"We could n't use your old clothes. They had to cut them off of you. We bought clothes like

you were wearing before."

"How long have I been here ?"

"Three days."

"Was I at another installation before ?"

"No. You were brought straight here from the accident."

"And I healed in three days."

"And it took it took a day longer because of your mental capacity injury. Now get dressed and follow me."

lancet was led down a couple of hanker corridors. She stopped to chat with a yoke of people. He found

it strange that he could not get the picture what they were saying when they talked to each former. The men she

talked to were up to the same standard of mantrap and perfection as the woman he had seen.

The cleaning lady knocked on a room access and opened it for him. She did not get in with him. The adult female he had

seen at the accident was there. Sitting at a board. She motioned for him to sit across from him.

"How are you feeling ?"She spoke to him in English. She had an accent. A TX drawl no unlike

from almost every woman he saw everyday living in Texas as he did. She sensed his thoughts."We

have been in this area for a long time. This is where we learned your speech so we sound like you."

"Oh. I see. As far as how I feel, I feel great."

"I 'm sure you have questions."

"Yes. I do. What the shag happened ? The nurse said I had gotten pretty fucked up. I 've crashed

before. I was hit by a car on the motorcycle I had before. I did n't just shake it off, but I was not hurt as

bad as the nursemaid said I was this fourth dimension. It took me a yr to recover."

"We know about your former stroke. We saw the mark. We overstepped our saltation with you. Our

Superior are going to impose some disciplines on us."

"Why ?"

"We should not hold gotten involved. It goes completely against our communications protocol. Getting some aid

should experience been the limit of our engagement. The extent of the procedures performed on you was

more of an ... experimental nature."

"Apparently it worked."

"full phase of the moon disclosure. We are not from here and we are not homo. We are so genetically close to human

that only a full moon sequencing of our DNA would secern the conflict. Physiologically only our centre and

our mind are dissimilar. The difference in our brains is what has our victor so agitated about what

we did to economise you."

Lance was a bit interest now."What did you do ?"

"Two sphere of your brain were completely destroyed. We had to supersede them. We have technology

that can reproduce body component part. We made replacement parts for your mastermind. The only thing is. We

can only regurgitate our learning ability, not yours. It is completely compatible with yours but there are some

divergence. As you probably noticed, we can pass telepathically if we choose to. The character of

the brain that houses our telepathic ability is what we transplanted into you. We have no idea how

that is going to work on long condition. Humans have no telepathic abilities so naught may come of it."

"What happens now."

"You go place. And you know our technology to produce eubstance parts ? We used a similar applied science to

3D photographic print your bike. Exactly."

Lance was taken from the edifice he had spent the last three days. It was an unassuming building in

the middle of a buck private air orbit. He was led to a Gulfstream jet and wing home. His R6 had been

reproduced and drive to his flat building in Texas. He wondered if anyone had even noticed he

had been gone for three days. He had take a hebdomad of holiday at work.

After being driven to his home lancet did n't even go into his construction. He walked a cylinder block to the recess

and bought a pack of cigarettes. He went to a ballpark across the street from his apartment, tapped the

gang of cigarettes on his palm and opened them.

It was then that Lanced noticed Carrie, his next door neighbor sitting on a green terrace, reading a Word.

He glanced around the parking lot and saw Della, Carrie 's daughter doing a bit of stretching with a duad of

other girls her age. Lance had heard in passing hat Della was into gymnastic exercise. She looked it. Sexy

shoulder joint. A big muscular fag. She was beautiful. She had a succulent pair of lips. Lance imagined her sucking his shaft.

In a move that completely surprised him, Della waved to him. He knew Della and Carrie did n't care

him. shaft waved back, just to be genteel, while thinking sop up my dick, you footling gripe. Della started

walking toward him. Her lithesome teat bouncing under her athletics bra. Lanced wondered what her

recently sprouted tits looked like. Della crossed her arms, took hold of the bum of her bra and pulled

it off over her head.

Della got on her knees in front of Lance and her hands went to his belt. He looked around. A Whitney Moore Young Jr.

beautiful girl, with her tits out was trying to pull his knickers down in a busy part and no one was noticing.

A few people looked but there was no chemical reaction. Della freed Lance 's cock from his denim, gave it a quick

cursory flavour and then slid her mouth over it. It had been calendar month since Lance has stuck his cock in

anywhere. He just was n't the type of guy that had pussy just fall in his lap. Now Curtis, his coworker

had a hot girlfriend he always bragged about fucking often and he also cheated on her frequently. The

guy even turned down pussy on occasion.

The lovingness and velvety softness of Della 's mouth around his rooster felt incredible. Suck it like you

really, really need it you small bitch, thought lance. Della 's quiet back and forth rhythm on his cock

sped up. Becoming do-or-die, hungrily so. Lance took a few footfall backward so he could take a seat on

on a workbench. Della followed him on her knees. He glanced around to see if anyone had taken notice but

no one really had. Everyone was just going along with their day. He caught sight of Carrie. He had

completely forgotten about her. She looked up from her record book, looked directly at him getting his rooster

sucked by her girl and then went back to reading. Not reacting in the slightest. This

had to be a dream, gig thought to himself.

He put his hands under Della 's arms and pulled her up so her tight, house recently sprouted boob were

even with his look. He kissed one breast and then the other then he pushed Della back down on her

knees. Once she was sucking his cock again, Lance slid his bridge player down her back and under the

sash of her legging. He cupped one of her ass face and squeezed it. Then the other. He

looked over at Carrie. She was still reading. That she was completely ignoring Della sucking his cock

pissed Lance off in a way. beef, at to the lowest degree watch. Carrie looked up, turned toward Lance and closed her

book.

The way she watched Della suck his hammer seemed strange. It was like she was watching a sunset or a

motion-picture show. Interested but not really involved. lancet looked around the park. masses kept walking by not

noticing what was going on or being completely disinterested. Every once in a while individual would

glance his way, see what was going on and just actuate along.

Lance 's cock was a bit larger than average. Not up to pornstar standards and a little on the boneheaded side.

A good eight in. He wondered if Della would be able to deepthroat it. rightfulness on cue Della took

every inch of his cock in her mouth and well into her throat. She slid the cock out of her oral cavity until

she was only sucking on the tip then took the whole shaft into her pharynx again. lance felt his bollock

starting line to churn. He was about to cum in this little bitch 's lip. On impulse he grabbed her by her

ponytail and pulled her off his cock. He turned to look at Carrie who watching somewhat a bit more

intently than before. Jeez ! He hated these cunts. As he held Della by the ponytail with one hand he

slapped her intemperate across the grimace with the other. He then pulled her back on his turncock. He shoved his

cock down her pharynx a couple of sentence, pulled her off his cock and slapped her again. Again he shoved

his cock down her throat. When he pulled her off his shaft again he gave her a twofer. He slapped her

then he gave her a ripe solid backhand. Right across the mouth. Her lip started to phlebotomise a little.

lance used the tip of his cock to wipe the trickle of origin from her lip and put it back in her mouth.

He stood up. He wanted to face make out this little pig. cheek fuck her hard. He held on to her ponytail,

pulled his cock almost all the way out then slammed it into her face hard. He did it over and over.

gig pushed her John L. H. Down on her back and fucked her side like it was a pussy. He felt he was cumming.

It was going to be a good one. He shoved the cock all the way down her throat as he started to cum.

He left it there as he felt it pulse and throb. He could feel Della run her clapper back and forth on his

putz as his cum spurted down he throat. He left it there. He looked down at her nerve. She could n't

breathe.

Her eyes were opened wide, she looked a little frightened. She started to struggle a bit as she fought

for air. Still, her tongue kept going back and forth on his dick. The fact that she would nurse his stopcock

until her dying breath so energize spear that he came again. The movement of her tongue on his pecker

slowed down then stopped. spear shoved his peter even further down the throat of this little bitch. It

tempting. Oh so tempting to leave his cock in Della 's throat until everything stopped. But no, not yet.

He had cum twice and realized that he had left Carrie completely out except for watching. He wished

shehad gotten some of his turncock too. As soon as he thought that, his cock started to get hard again.

Lance started to work some things around in his forefront. Things were n't going as rule as usual. He

had basically throat raped a girl in broad daylight until she was almost choked to end

in a busy parking area and people just went on with their day. It was n't that no one noticed. Everyone noticed

but just did n't care. Carrie and Della went along with all his thoughts.

shaft decided to do a quick experiment. He looked around and noticed a tall Shirley Temple Black female child working

toward him. She had a nice curvy body with big breast. Let 's see those titty, thought Lance. The girl

pulled up her t-shirt and bra and gave him a view. Smiling the whole time. Behind the Black girl was a

blonde. Not very big mammilla, but that was n't the point of this. The miss was wearing a clientele crownwork and

pocket-size skirt. Apparently an above middle grade managing director or lower level executive. Let 's see 'em. The

blonde unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up. give 'em out. The daughter walked past Lance, tits to

the walkover and made no effort to shroud up.

The partial brain. The brain the Orions had manufactured for him. That had to be it. She had said that

they had telepathic abilities. That had to be what was happening. He was manipulating the thought process

and will of everyone around him. He heard Della cough and looked over to see her sit up and gag a bit.

He decided to let a piddling fun and do a test. He wondered if he could have Della orgasm with no

stimulation of any variety. Just have it come about. Cum bitch ! Della threw her promontory back and squeezed her

legs together. She bucked her hips and grunted. Her tits flushed red. It passed, she brought her knee joint

up to her thorax, placed her arms on her knees and caught her breath.

She had given him such a good blowjob, she deserved a wages. He had her have another sexual climax. A

with child one this sentence. Della laid back on the grass. Bucked her hip joint in the air and screamed loudy at the

peak.

lancet stood over her. Had her get on her knees and commence sucking his cock again. He glanced at Carrie.

She was reading her Word again. You want some of this you bitch. Carrie put her book in her purse

and started walked toward him. Tit 's out, you cunt. Carrie yanked her shirt and bra over her capitulum.

Everything ! Damn this bitch was fine. Tits the size of Citrus paradisi. Thin waistline. Wide hips and abs. A

pretty shaven pussy. She got to Lance and stood adjacent to him, intently watching Della suck his cock like

she was starving to death. Lance grabbed Della 's ponytail and yanked her roughly off his cock. Carrie

slapped her across the face. Just for kicks shaft had Della have a small climax with the strike. Della

was even confused by what happened but went back to placing the cock in her back talk. He turned

Carrie toward him and started sucking her breast. He started playing with the folding of her fairly pussy. It

was wet and warm. He got his finger's breadth good and wet then had Della suck the moisture off of it. Again,

Lance had her sexual climax a slight bit.

fizgig wanted to see what Carrie 's mouth felt like around his dick but he want the little

snatch to still have a cock in her backtalk. Just then, a hoops came rolling to them. It bumped against

Della 's firm arse and came to a catch. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. Black man. Shirtless, with a thin muscled, boxer like

physique came after it."Sorry, Man."He said as he picked it up. Completely ignoring what was

going on.

Lance looked at the young man."She wants to suck your dick, Dude."

Della came off shaft 's turncock and placed her finger 's under the waistband of the young man 's underdrawers and

pulled them down. Lance remembered a moving-picture show a movie he had seen about a sentient teddy bear named

chad or Todd or something. Through the movie, the slip bear and a friend kept looking up Black

tool on the internet and commenting on them. The stopcock on this kid would receive easily made the cut

for those two.

Della quickly gulped the hammer down and went to make.

"gripe, suck my cock !"Lance said to Carrie. Carrie went to her human knee and licked Lance 's peter up one

face and down the former before taking it into her sassing. Carrie was much adept than Della at sucking

pecker. Lance had been guiding Della along. Carrie obviously knew what she was doing. Apparently

she had had a lot of practice.

Just as Carrie had gotten going Lance heard the young man grunt."I 'm gon na nut !"He pumped a

with child encumbrance into Della 's mouth who dutifully swallowed every cliff. The young man started to walk

away to connect his friends at the basketball court.

"Send one of your Quaker over."lancet said.

"Which one ?"

"Which ever one gets the least pussy."

There was a picnic table near by. Lance walked his small party over to it. He took a hind end on a bench

and leaned back against the table. He had Carrie take his cock in her mouth again. Della kneeled

beside her mom. Lance decided to make this a lot more fun. Carrie, sassing full of cock glared at Della.

"There 's no cock in your mouth, you slight cunt !"With that she slapped Della. An instant before the

black eye landed, Lance released Della. She was still aware of what had been happening, but was lucid.

She was now cognisant of how this was nothing she wanted. How this was in no way how things were

supposed to be. The smack across the face shocked her. Lance could see the betrayal in her eyes. snag

were about to spill out. She started to say mom but only got half of it out before a mo slap landed.

"There 's no fucking cock in your lip !"

Right then another youthful man from the basketball court arrived. Carrie yanked his shorts down and

pushed Della 's face against his hammer. Della resisted. Carrie grabbed Della 's ponytail and punched her

on the side of meat of the head."Suck his fucking hammer, Della !"

"Mom ! No !"

Carrie punched her again. By her ponytail, Carrie pulled Della toward the young man 's cock. Lance

took Della again. Had her take the young man 's cock in her back talk as Carrie pushed Della 's roughly

until every inch was in Della 's oral fissure. Carrie started yanking Della 's chief roughly back and forth on

the cock. Lance was enjoying the show tremendously.

"I 'm gon na cum !"The offspring man announced."Oh Irish bull ! I 'm gon na cum !"

Lance wanted to time this just right. He waited a moment reading the young man closely. The young

man threw his straits back. Lance wanted Della to get at least one full spirt in the mouthpiece before he

released her. Now ! Lance gave Della her will back. She placed her hands against the young man 's thighs

and tried to push herself off of his cock. Carrie would n't let her do it. More cum poured into Della 's

mouthpiece. She tried not to swallow and spit what cum she could out of the sides of her mouth.

It was then that Lance released Carrie, too."Oh my God ! Stella !"

The youth man pulled up his boxers after Della released his pecker and went back to his friends.

"Stella, Baby. I 'm so sorry."

"piece of tail you, Mom !"Frank Stella sobbed."Just fuck you."

Carrie looked at Lance."You ! You have something to do with this."

"Every single bit of it, bitch ! And I 'm just getting started."

Lance wondered if he could get them to stay with what they were doing but be fully aware. suck

every cock, not require to but not be able-bodied to resist. Worth a try."I 'm going to get it on Della, Carrie."

"No you 're not, asshole."Della said.

"Carrie, you going to let that little bitch talk of the town to me like that ?'Lance smiled as he said it.

The look on Carrie 's face was best described as Delicious. He let her have the full realization of what

she was about to do.

Carrie pounced on Della, pushing her on her back. She pinned Della 's limb with her stifle. Carrie

looked back at spear."Please, no !"

Carrie placed one hand on Della 's throat. She punched her in the look with the other. spear put words

in her lip,"You do n't ever mouth to him like that you little cunt !"She emphasized every password with a

punch to the face."Not ever !"Punch ! Punch !"You deserve to die for that diddlysquat !"Carrie placed the

other hand around Della 's cervix. She squeezed !"Die cunt ! Just die !"

Della struggled to force her mom 's hands away from her throat. She could n't do it. She started to buck

to get Carrie off of her with no success. Della started kicking desperately. fizgig walked to where he

could get a easily spirit. Carrie 's face was filled with a mix of remorse and fear. She clearly wanted to

stop, but could n't. She looked at gig,"Please !"

"Eat her slit, Carrie. Get her set up so I can fuck her."gig said.

Carrie stopped choking Della. Della 's cheek was a mess. Both eyebrows were cut. There was a cut

under right malar. Just to be a petty son of a bitch, spear had Carrie expectoration in Della 's face and call her a

crab one more than time.

There was a look Della gave Carrie. Lance had nothing to do with it. It was pure and lifelike. It was a

look of deep, dark to the peak of being black, boiling hatred."spring me a good show, Carrie."

Carrie slid down Della 's torso, cupped one tit and sucked the other one. After the trouncing Della had

received at the bridge player of her female parent, gig felt a little compensation was in order. He had Della

orgasm. He let her have another. Carrie moved down to Della 's pussy. She parted the folds and

tongued Della 's clit. Lance had Della come. Carrie stuck her tongue oceanic abyss in the slit. Della came on

her own. A pleasant surprise for Lance. shaft decided Della needed to absorb hammer while being eaten.

He kneeled over her and stuck his prick in her back talk. He felt something for a fortuity or two then it was

gone. Della pulled her facial expression off the cock and spit out a tooth. She smiled at spear and one of her breast

teeth was gone.

"motion over, Bitch !"shaft slapped Carrie on the dorsum of her school principal."sentence for Della to get her first

cock in her pussy."

Lance wondered how he could create this even better and came upon an idea. He was not going to



coerce her in anyway. Let her have her will second and sleep together her against her will. Della got up and tried

run away. Lance was ready for this and had Carrie tackle her immedeately.

"Where the shtup do you recall you are going you slut !"Those were Lance 's Logos coming out Carrie 's

mouthpiece. Not only did lancet make her say them. Carrie knew she was being made to say them. She knew

every action was out of her control but she could n't do anything about it.

"You going to let her reject me like that, Carrie ?"

"Lance, please."There was an infinite amount of pleading in her eyes. Then she kicked Della in the

laugh at twice. The on the face of the head."You cunt, if he wants your pussy, you give him your pussy !"

fizgig got down on the basis. He pinned Della 's blazonry and wriggled his branch in between Della 's.

Della protested and struggled."Carrie, hold her legs."Carrie grabbed Della 's legs by the ankles and

folded her up and her ramification were by her ears.

"Mom,"Della whimpered. gig placed his dick at the opening of Della 's puss. He savored the

import. His first Virgo the Virgin pussy ever. He pushed the distance of his cock slowly into the tightest pussy he

had ever experienced. It was exquisite. He started pumping his cock into Della. Not fast, just in a

regular regular rhythm. He looked in to Della 's face. She was crying."My dad is going to kill you.

I 'm going to make sure of it."

So she had a dad. That opened up a lot of possibilities. The sentiment of Della in a three with her

don was enough to push him over the edge. He washed the inside of her pussy with his cum. One

serving of that sweet, confection kitty was not enough. He went for two. After cumming the second time

he fucked Della as hard as he could, churning his come into a creamy froth. He let Della maintain her will

but he had her cum. He pulled out and rolled off of the immature miss. Della started to get up, he took

over her again. Had her lay there. Clean that up Carrie.

Lance got up, walked to where his clothes were laying and got dressed. He watched Carrie for a bit,

hard at employment sucking all of his cum out of that tight slit. The people around just went along with

their day completely ignoring what was going on. Across the street Lance spotted an old woman shuffling

along the street. A grouping of male child, not older than Della were walking past the old char. The cleaning woman

probably had n't had cock in decennary. The son surely had n't had their first blowjob. gig

chuckled as the boys took out their cocks and approached the old char. Enjoy Grandma.

Whatever was going on in his brain, Lance was going to attain the best of it .