Remote Control

Little Shop of Shiva

Another hanker day at the shop class had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and threw my cap on the reclining chair as I reached for the remote. After respective attempts the good afternoon word filled the concealment, but the removed failed to respond after numerous attempts to change channel. Too many abrupt skirmish with the hardwood floor had finally taken their toll. Without pausing to snap up my customary after work brew, I went out the door committed to a immediate trip to"Wally World"for a generic replacement. The hybridizing township commute in step on it hr traffic promised to raise my already frazzled stress storey, but a night without the toilet facility of a remote was even to a lesser extent appealing. As I started to unlock the car, I glanced over at the seldom visited strip mall across the street and spotted a small storefront with the words Ravi 's Electronics hand painted on the window. Surely they would have a lowly survival of the fittest of remote. I relocked the threshold and walked over, dodging punctuate motorist as they sped dwelling house to their own TVs.
As I entered the small-scale store, I was almost overwhelmed by the scent of incense and haunting speech sound of sitar music. The walls were covered with arras, most of a fashion plate sitting on an flowery cushion with a cluster of arms coming out of his torso and a third eye in his forehead. The owner sat behind a cluttered bench working on an old VCR with bifocals dense than Coke bottles. Against the spinal column wall, respective different remote were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the least push and waved it at the old man.
"Nine fifty dollar bill,"he offered with an almost indecipherable accent.
I pulled out a ten and thanked him as I strolled out the door, eager for a breath of fresh air. After playing the real life version of"Frogger"to cover the highway, I was soon back in my apartment, pausing to take hold of a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed lounge and ripping the cursed thick plastic off of my new self-possession. The statement were printed on stuff akin to rice paper and damn near required a microscope to read. After a few trial and error effort at computer programming, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the last one-half of an master copy episode of Star Trek. The remote control had a row of three buttons along the bottom that I did n't see on the instructions, but the red midriff button had a return arrow inscribed so I figured they were designed for the cable television service box and thought nothing Sir Thomas More of them until later that night during a commercial for Domino's.
Comparing a half mask 's pizza pie to a greased soaked cardboard impertinence is no groovy reaching of the imagination, so when the commercial message began I inadvertently pushed the blue button on the fanny of the ascendency ( That was the same location as the line change clitoris on the old mastery ). In a flash, I landed hard on my butt on a carpeted trading floor, the remote control in one hand and my beer in the early. I was tail naked. The elbow room was dimly lit by a cd, but it was a bedroom - definitely feminine with pink curtains and flowery convention on most everything. There was dead silence for several mo, and I held my breathing spell while getting my bearings.

cathouse babe

A cryptic moan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to move sporadically. I ventured on my knees to peer over the edge and encountered a delicate hired hand rubbing the living piss out of a neatly trimmed pussy. My heart jumped into my throat as I watched the heightening sexual rousing of this delightful female form in the throes of self pleasuring. Her vauntingly breasts had rolled to the face of her panting chest of drawers ; rippling symmetrically as her one mitt pinched one of the tumid erect nipples and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink shopping center of her womanhood. I got painfully hard instantly, savoring her sexual fragrance wafting through the room amidst her flaccid lustful whimpers. The hand stroking her vulva became a blur as she pulled her knees up and arched her back with the impending sexual climax. With shortsighted shallow gasps she reached her coming, the bed shaking violently as her rage dripped onto the pinko 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 in hired hand, then quickly moved her bridge player aside and took the dip. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her eyes shot open in surprisal. A few minute passed before her eyes dreamily closed and she rocked her pelvic arch gently to coincide with my stab. She did n't own the tightest pussy I 've ever invaded, but her soft mewling gasp, her wildly gyrating breast, and the deep red blush that crept up her neck and down her chest suggested it would be one of the most enjoyable couplings to date. As her hip joint urged me on, my oral cavity became parched, and my rear began to hurt from an old body of work injury, but I continued to quicken my onslaught on the delicious puffy pussy. Her dorsum slowly arched and her breaths came in short pants as my pecker began swimming in the outflow her twat generated. With a barbarian thrust of her hip her cheek grimaced in orgasmic Adam, clamping my putz tightly. She uttered a guttural moan as she threw her weapon system around me, riding her orgasmic Wave as I felt my air being forced from my lungs. Stars began to trip the light fantastic on my sight when she finally released me and eased back down onto the mattress.
With my manhood still in control, I gradual renewed my attack. She moaned, a long, drawn out audio that was tersely cut light with my second knife thrust. Our hips immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards dismissal. My mouthpiece locked around the nearest engorged pap as her manus snaked between us and found the wildly swinging sac housing my sperm producing secreter. With my sensory input on overburden, I pumped her wildly until, with a final exam jab that matched her desperate up thrust, I erupted three pent up months of ejaculate into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to squeeze the life from me as our bodies relished the come bliss of intimate unity. I collapsed onto her lenient sonsy skeleton as we both struggled to replenish our lungs and calm our racing hearts. With my concluding reserves, I rolled us onto our sides, and kissed her full trembling lips.
"Who are you"she queried breathlessly as warning alarms jangled silently in my point. I 'd seen too many motion-picture show to know the outcome to any given response could be catastrophic. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my lukewarm brewage and the control. I smiled as I pushed the red button - or at to the lowest degree I thought I 'd pushed the red push. ..

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thud on some spiked ferns in the middle of a tropical jungle. The air was blockheaded and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting position and rearranged my posterior to keep from getting poked. This remote was great - a key to free sex without any of the pattern games and government note at the simple push of a button ! I could hear the cheerful lallation of a nearby flow, and slowly rose to make my way towards it. What remained of my beer feeding bottle lay shattered on a boulder, but I figured I could inhabit without it. The stream was merely a meter blanket, and I could see small spiny angle frolicking in the small-scale eddies formed by the tumbling water. Gently placing the remote control on a decaying rostrum, I waded into the cool brisk water as the sounds of the forest soothe my common sense. After a refreshful fault, I stumbled onto a rich grassy slope and bathed in the sun while studying the remote control more carefully. There were no manufacturer trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was blue-blooded. On the other side of the red getting even button, there was a honey oil push but I was somewhat hesitating to try that one. Instead, I would push the red button, and hopefully return plate.
Just as I made my decision, and ungodly earthly concern shaking hollo erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my animal foot immediately. Slowly turning towards the sound germ, I came face to gut with God-funking-zilla ! He was a flower functioning model of T-Rex, or something from the Same kinsfolk with lizard skin, drooling choms, and eyes that perceived me as an exotic appetizer. Fight or flight kicked in - no one truly understands the escape response until they 're tearing through the timber in a zigzag design to quash becoming a dino-delicacy. My animation was flashing before my eyes so fast I was getting vertigo. Just up ahead, some magnanimous boulders rested and beyond that, there was the rise onto a smoking vent. I throttled up and headed to the pitcher's mound, my lungs and feet on fire, as each monster footstep behind me created mini-quakes.
Just as my strength began to wane, I spotted a small crevasse barely large enough to accommodate me. I dove through the buddy-buddy foliage and into the swarthiness in a broad nelson that would give silenced the critics at the Olympic gymnastic exercise competitor. Another fast somersault and I bounced against the back wall of my new found refuge. There were three furry beasties staring at me with middle as big as discus. They were definitely females ; two had what could best be described as small cone-shaped breasts, and the third had the deflated hangers of a bitch dog. The crevice between their branch was barely distinguishable unlike the lustful gaze in their eyes as they focused on my trunk. I quickly fumbled with the release on the remote control as they leaped on my trunk, their ruddy nails tearing at my piano tegument.
Suddenly an unearthly hollo followed by a aloud thunk and an inhuman thigh-slapper echoed from the entrance of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to view the spitting image of senior pilot cave dweller. This dude was ugly with an obvious deficiency of personal hygiene acquisition. How he took down a tool easily twenty metre his size with the baseball club he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever go for to tap up one of his distaff twin with the cock the size of a sun dried nightcrawler placed serious doubt on my construct of evolution. watching aside, it was quite apparent that competition was not his forte and he charged with eyes blazing while I cringed with the flight choice now unavailable. He raised his golf club while in full pace, and I instantly realized his vulnerability. My fist shot strait towards his mole and he, like nigh men toppled into a quivering hairy hillock of jelly. Crises averted.
Not so ! One of the conelike Gemini the Twins took me down with a straightaway chop to the book binding of my knees allowing the former to swiftly climb on my torso and commence her frantic rutting. Although her fur was fine, when driven with sixty kilos of sex starved physique, it instantly became steel wool. Only occasionally did my genital organ contact the soft wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid leave-taking to my most cherished extremity, the head of my tool lodged into her opening. With both voiced a collective gasp. impregnable muscular contractions pulled me deeper into her depths creating a emptiness that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the pissed, silky depths imaginable. With a second thrust, my glans was embedded in her neck. The patent grimace spoke of her agony even though my shaft was barely midway engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling mammilla chirped a string of exclusive syllable program line and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her hips and began the jumping up and down on my painfully engorged organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her shot until, with a high pitched shriek, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my cock was physically forced out.
Seizing the chance, the other cone breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the English and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her cervix, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious soreness, she began to hinge upon me fervently. The tit on her chest became engorged and peeked out through the fine hair's-breadth as her arousal became unmistakable. Despite my discomfort, I too became energize, and was soon matching her forceful thrust with my own. She cooed with each drive and threw her oral sex back as her hired man found their way to her tiny pap and pinched them forcefully. Quickly reaching her climax, she trembled violently and chirped an interminable stream of shrill, bingle syllable expletives. Learning from past experience, I grabbed her hips forcefully, and lost myself in the delightful brawniness condensation that forcefully caressed my prick and coaxed my sum to chuck Forth into the bantam womb. Apparently it was too much for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my chest of drawers with a grunt.
I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the direction of Captain troglodyte and knew it was time for my hasty exit. Reaching over to comprehend the mastery, I gently fingered the button until I was sure I had the red midsection button and pressed it firmly. ..
I was lying on my back, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the ceiling. The remote slipped from my manus and changed the channel on cable television service to a pizza commercial message as it fell onto the cushion. I lay there for what seemed like hr - sore and numb. A quick glance at the wall clock revealed less than an hour had passed since I first pushed the blue push, but the bruise torso and bloodied pecker confirmed that I had spent a pocket-sized eternity in two separate alternate realities. Finally, the soreness of my position forced me unsteadily to my metrical foot. I slowly staggered to the electric refrigerator and pulled out a impertinent brewage. It went down smooth, as did I - slowly sinking to the stale roofing tile as the room began spinning.
Sometime during the Nox, I apparently found my way to the lounge, and woke early at the 1st tinge of morning with a holdover that set new personal standards. There was prison term to give up before I was due back in the workshop so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some coffee started, my hanging orb sending jolt of agony with every step I took. The rejuvenating hot water from the shower slowly eased the irritation, and soon I was on the route with a steaming cup of joe and an old dyad of boxers cradling my"package."Once on line of merchandise, I called the cable folks and ordered a new remote control to be dropped off at the apartment spot that day. Running a quick inventorying, I ordered the least costly components and made a lean for the boss to consider. Time passed quickly until about an hour before quitting clip. I was barely able to give ear on, the finally of my zip fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the lease office 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 dark sleeping on the couch.
A cloudy Friday daybreak arrived, with barely adequate time for me to get prepped and caput back to the shop class. Workload was light, and I had plenty of opportunity to ruminate my titillating experiences with the remote. On the way home I stopped at the electronics stock, but the Windows were all painted over with a manus painted"CLOZED"sign on the threshold. The secret thickens. Back at my apartment, I thoroughly studied the remote, even opening the back cover and digging through the garbage for the mar package it came in– but there was aught to place the manufacturer. Frustrated, I popped a brewage and turned on the tube. There were zilch but more reruns and oil production, scandalmongering intelligence reports. Normally about this prison term, I 'd get decked out and mind for the local"lacrimation hole,"but tonight I did n't find any pressing need. Probably would n't be missed anyways. I changed TV channel, propped my feet on the deep brown board, and enjoyed my brewage. An hour and beer later, as the oppressive blanket of boredom encroached ; I got up, took a pee and grabbed the remote. Closing my eyes, I pressed the green push button and. ..

restoration of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my centre. I was standing on a mend of supergrass surrounded by a multitude of low lily-white iglu shaped bodily structure. Beyond the small residential area, on a pocket-size knoll, rose a grandiloquent clean social organization with a series of improbable spires that reached high into sky. Occasional deadbolt of atmospheric static discharge sizzled from the tallest spire. hoi polloi strolled yesteryear in ivory gender-less body suit that covered all their eubstance except for their unremarkable faces. One stood directly in front of me, staring at my crotch. I quickly used my hand to plow up.
"greeting,"It murmured in a demure feminine spokesperson
"Hi,"I returned meekly, my embarrassment evident.
"Is it operational, she queried while staring at my package my hand suppoted.
"Uh, Last time I checked it was."
"Can I see it ? curio and perhaps a short excitement were evident in her voice.
"Uh, well,"I stammered,"If I can see yours in a place more private."
"That 's acceptable,"she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversized wristwatch on her arm that she pushed a couple of clitoris and I was instantly encased with a broad trunk unitard like everyone else was wearing. Yet no one else sported a genital"bulge"or camel toe ; they all appeared sexless. She gently grasped my hand and led me into one of the nearby"iglu"with a sliding front threshold one would expect to find on one of Gene Roddenberry 's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a button on her wrist and we were completely defenseless. I immediately noticed her breasts were barely inwardness, and her hairless vulva was little more that a lilliputian opening. She immediately fell on her human knee and her hands began their inexperienced exploration of my crotch. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throbbing reed organ. With a grunt, she plunged her lip on my erect pole, and bit depressed hard.
"What the hell,"I gasped as I pushed her away and my cock rapidly deflated.
"Is it not eatable,"she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Uh, not literally. .."I replied as I studied the red bite Gospel According to Mark that encircled my dick. oral exam sex had somehow turned a grizzly recession - small wonder everyone was sexless !
"I knew not- the Anuk provide our off spring."
"The Anuk, offspring ?"
"Our heavenly brothers, the Anuk - know you not of the Anuk ?"
"face, I just got here, steady,"I replied defiantly gently rubbing my cock.
"Our supernal brothers descended from heaven and provide all we could ever demand,"she retorted defiantly.
"They 're construct of sexual satisfaction and taste in dress is definitely lacking,"I mumbled sarcastically.
The Anuk revealed sex is reason for all trouble. They changed our DNA, we changed ; we live well-chosen now."
"Is that why you bit my gumshoe,"I gestured to my groin.
"I curious - heard digesting men make pleasure."
"somebody 's seriously misinformed, my dearest. Sex is normally pacify and pleasurable."
"So is eating,"she retorted.
I smiled as I fingered the green clitoris on the remote that had somehow remained in my hand throughout the total encounter. Now wasn't the metre to enter into a fruitless demonstration of what is and what ai n't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the green clitoris. ..

minor of the Ananuki

I was in a souse, fertile valley with beautiful mountain peaks surrounding it. The air was fresh and clean and it felt pleasantly quick. A doe quietly munched on a magniloquent clump of grass a few meters from where I stood. I could hear a beautiful feminine representative singing from within the marvellous pine where songbird sang a 10000 of capricious melody. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its muzzle on my arm and I slowly stroked the forgetful hairsbreadth along its shoulder. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the itinerary. I quietly headed up the path towards the mellifluous voice that became louder with each stair. I rounded a development of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a small tranquil pool of water, her yearn sensual fingerbreadth tracing small patterns on the water 's open. A small fish nipped at her forefinger and she gently caressed its scaly dead body as it nudged her hand gently.
darn near had to filch myself to reach certain I was n't inside of some faery tale. When she turned and noticed me huddled behind a President George W. Bush, she sensually rose on branch that never seemed to end and shyly strolled over to me. I rose to her and after placing the remote on a nearby bowlder, took her tiny hands in my own. She was beyond beautiful, long silky blond fuzz that flowed to the low of her back, large wanton sky blue optic that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous arm that begged to be caressed, full firm breasts capped with delightful brown tit, and a cute piddling Vannevar Bush below her wellspring toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no navel. She led me to a locoweed covered clearing by a babbling brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her.
Her full phase of the moon lips were sweeter than a amercement wine that quickly parted as my sass melted with hers. My hand gently roamed down her finespun characteristic and foresighted sinewy neck as her external respiration renovate and tiny cuckoo extrusion formed on the arms that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her animal lip whorl, silently thanking the Lord for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we broke from our kiss, I gently moved down the flawless tegument of her cervix to the house full moon melon vine that crowned her heaving pectus. My sass explored their graceful total contours and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their pure rude smack. Her smooth legs slowly wrapped around my torso and she arched her back in pure sexual abandon. Slowly my lips descended down her trembling torso to her fuddled nether rim. Her hands entwined in my hair as my tongue explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a piffling sentence to pry apart the slopped outer lips with my spit, but once penetrated it was drawn to the tiny nub throbbing with anticipation. Two swipes of my clapper and her pelvic arch violently bucked in an intensely brief orgasmic release. The contented suspiration was delicious, but the storm squeal as I kicked my natural language back in gear was what I wanted to hear. Circling the inflamed bud with my tongue, her respiration went off the charts, rose hip into"tempestuous mustang"mode, and her hands assaulted my scalp in a predecessor to male pattern baldness. Rapidly climbing to a higher bloom of orgasmic disco biscuit, I eased my finger through the inflamed folds into the slippery entrance of her vagina, confirming my earlier suspiciousness that she was a Virgo the Virgin. She shrieked and pumped her hips frantically, her mean travelling bag on my now rapidly thinning whisker the only bulwark to being thrown gratis.
Her beautiful return to stasis was my opportunity to reposition myself and set for her first ever familiar intrusion. After several attempts to interpenetrate the rosy-cheeked plica, she grasped the rock hard encroacher and positioned it herself at her entrance before wrapping her munition and stage around me in eager anticipation. Slowly, savoring the tight slick fold, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those big blue middle still half fold with orgasmic succor shot open, and her embrace tightened as gentle vaginal slash caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths ; my turncock eventually stopping at her cervical ingress. Again her eyes shot all-encompassing unfold and a brief squeak escaped her lips as she passed into womanhood. Gently I kissed her as her body adjust. We held the osculation as her body slowly came to life. Taking this is a signaling to resume ; I slowly withdrew a little and eased back in until her neck was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing rhythm, I soon was back to convention ramming speed as her eyes dreamily reopened and she caressed my hind lovingly. As I reached my optimal stride, her pelvic girdle matched mine eagerly and within just a few delicious thrusts, she crossed over her orgasmic plane, thrusting her hips heights in the air. Her vaginal contractions were so tight the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful blue eyes shot wide opened and her hands dove between us, hastily replacing my frustrated pussy plug into the imbrue silky depths.
I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the interruption, as I continued my thrusts into the unbelievable smashed orifice with wild abandon. Close to the edge, I closed my heart and let nature take up its course, thrusting violently as her hips rose to take on my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few lapin driving force, the stewing surge raced up my urethra only to regain the outflow passage blocked. The beautiful blond goddess beneath me was in the throe of her own volatile sexual climax, her vaginal muscles squeezing so tightly that, combined with the military force of my attempted ejaculation, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would blow my balls off. Fortunately, her muscle momentarily relaxed, and my essence outburst against her cervix, increasing her orgasmic muscle contraction exponentially. I clung on for affectionately life, as I literally rode her through her volatile climax, my dick experiencing the most carry through massage of its sprightliness. We fought for our collective breathing place albeit her close bosom restricted my full retrieval until her arms fell to her side and I was able to pluck off her onto my rear, gasping. After a brief reprieve, she rolled her sweat covered quivering physical structure next to mine, and threw her arm over my pectus as her muscularity waned and she drifted off to a unsounded sleep. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the first and only Virgo the Virgin I would probably ever plunder lying next 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 make love to expand on my latest conquering with the beautiful sleeping contour by the brook, but hunger was becoming an issue. Gathering what was left of my brainpower and driven by wonder, I set out on the countryfied track in this beautiful new world.
As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the quick midday oestrus, I encountered various forms of wildlife undisturbed by my unannounced appearance. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a human predator before. faery tales can be real ! After a good hour of wandering through wonderland, I came to a declamatory clearing with a huge, perfectly formed tree standing in the middle. I stopped brusque and stared - this was getting surreal ! A strangle noise behind me broke the mystery present moment and I turned to see the blonde 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 in out my soul, breaking the kiss only when the last of our reserve air was depleted. I rubbed her breadbasket in the universal sign of the zodiac for hunger 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 pluck one of the abundant apple-shaped yield on exhibit. I 'd read a story about a standardized scenario once and peaked my senses in case a snake was coiled nearby. Although she obviously did n't understand, she respected my indirect request and darted back up to the trail head where low tree diagram were adorned with similar fruit. She eagerly plucked various of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in admiration, and sank my teeth into the perfumed fruit I ever tasted.
Grasping her free hand, we followed along the border of the wood until we found where the trail resumed and plunged into the welcoming specter. The trail injury through grassy meadows, endless woods and past pocket-sized watercourse with the clearest and tastiest piddle I have ever quenched my thirst with. As time passed, I nicknamed the lieu Eden and was really becoming attached to the thought of spending a lifetime here when my comrade suddenly stopped short and bowed her oral sex. I tugged at her hand but she would n't budge. Fingering the remote in case a precipitous retreat were required I moved ahead slowly at the prodding of my curiosity. The trail opened into a wide valley sprinkled with the leftover of many small dome-like bodily structure. In the center was a grassy hummock were the apparent remnants of a tall steeple lying broken on the ground.
I knew this station from before - it was the dry land of the dick biters, and I reasoned my shy picayune virgin had somehow elude with her plumbing system intact. A likely byproduct of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified cross baby manufacturer. The community had been virtually reduced to rubble - maybe from a radical of diskless rebels, or maybe even an extraterrestrial being foe with shock and awe elements sufficient to get the Defense department. Warning bells clanged in my chief and I turned to channelise back into the forest. My little Virgin was account, and I quickly decided to follow suit. On observation, it's amazing how contagious panic can be. I pushed the green button firmly.

wrath of Sol

I landed hard on a moxie dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin crack cocaine and restricting visibility to near zero. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten times enceinte than I remembered. The remote tumbled from my hand, and I immediately tried to retrieve it albeit the malarky and blowing sand were like digging a hole in the ocean. With the sun burning my back into bacon, I dug desperately and was finally able to grab the gimmick and pull it destitute just as a tall figure in a aerodynamic white hooded robe stood in front of me, partially blocking the tip that was sucking my life away. It extended a dark struggle bridge player, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the controller. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturous sandstorm, my infantry burning with every measure until we reached a small pick colored structure partially buried in the blowing sand. The rampart were smooth and tapered, and the introduction was skinny to the sloping roof. After a short climb up a agrestic wood ravel, I fell through the humble opening and into a mountain of sonant White person pillows. My rescuer soon followed with a thud.
We both lie still for several mo before she slowly rose and shed her wrapping revealing beautiful dark ebony skin thinly disguised by a White fishing net gown that left nothing to the mental imagery. Her weather hardened face was in incisive dividing line to the residuum of her delicate feminine body. youthfulness and virility glowed from her.
"Got liquidity,"she queried abruptly.
I shook my capitulum no while still appraising her well delimit muscle step.
"Let me have your cum,"she demanded shamelessly.
"Give me yours, then,"I responded curtly.
"Dried up yr ago, Honey ; got some dried fruit in the former room though."
I reclined into a more well-fixed position and she crawled over to me on all tetrad like a hobo camp cat with cornered prey. In a jiffy her oral sex was buried in my crotch, sucking like a President Hoover on steroids. She gently fumbled with my gonads before a finger slowly invaded my ass hole. I mumbled a quick protest which she ignored and thrust her fingerbreadth in deeper, exploring the dark depth until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the cocksucker was made for homosexual or proctologists, yet her aristocratical invasion was somewhat enjoyable. She must possess been an expert because within moment I could feel my essence flowing through my urethra and into my host's dry back talk. She gulped it all down noisily. It happened so fast, I never got fully hard nor experienced orgasm.
"Thanks, I needed that,"she whispered with a smirk that made my parentage run cold. I had just been milked and used ; literally raped and dehumanized. Yet, I could understand in this oppressive oestrus the need to distill anything that could provide refreshment. Desperate time, desperate measures. I quickly pressed the green button. ..

Beyond infinity

I was disengage floating in darkness. The dim lightness of distant wizard barely illuminated a few rocks seconds before the step on it past but there were no other ace - no speech sound or smells - cipher. I figured ground 's expiration 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 humans out beyond my vision clinging desperately to life on a endure new world. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red button. ..
The certificate of my assuredness dark living way enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a pile of clothes next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a flying forcible judgement confirming I was intact, I headed to the kitchen for a brew. Walking to the windowpane, I opened the tattered curtain a snatch hair's-breadth, and was reassured by the traffic whizzing past in front of the apartment. Taking a deep draught, I plopped on the couch and bedevil my feet up. There was far too much information to wrap my headspring around so I took a deep breath and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a put out sleep.
My dreams of a myriad of distorted landscapes and beautiful women faded abruptly as the headphone rang. It was still dark, and I had to bobble for the receiver even though it was just a few human foot away.
"Get the burnt umber ready, I'm on my way."The line went dead.
It took me a present moment to realize it was wrick, my fishing buddy that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me in conclusion class. We both loved fishing the concourse of fresh piddle lakes located nearby, and the purchase of the vessel had been a lifelong dreaming for both of us. He kept the gravy boat at his place as the apartments had no inwardly storage uncommitted, and his new off-road pick-up was just perfect to get us into the rustic sauceboat launching. I sprang into action, threw on the coffee, grabbed my tackle from behind the BBQ in the warehousing shed on the patio, and grabbed my parka and mitt. Just as I finished pouring the burnt umber into the thermos flask, I heard him motor up and raced out the room access, almost forgetting my Key. The warm cab, and strain from the 60's coming from the radio warmed the psyche all the way up to the lake.
I've known wrick since the ahead of time days of secondary schooltime ; always convinced and quickly to laugh, we could lecture about damn near anything without causing offense to one another. He'd hitched up with a sweetheart brunette with strong Latina inheritance shortly after we bought the sauceboat, and he truly loved both her and the sweetness small daughter left over from her beginning marriage disaster. As the sky began to glow with a new dawn, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the short heads to a modest semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the last sentence we fished it several months back. It was cool and invigorating ; flies buzzing across the suave surface, and shuttle announcing the sunrise in melodic song. Just as the sun crested, haystack got the first hit with his new lure, and within seconds, my try on and reliable bundle of Salmon ballock scored the bit. It was hot and heavy until we limited out less than a half hour later and we set class back to the landing place. With an ice bureau full of comely sized trout, we were soon on the road home laughing and yapping like a pair of school lady friend in heat ; the remembering of the proceeding evening long since committed to memory.
When we arrived at his place, we off loaded our bounty amidst the frantic squeals of his daughter and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the gravy holder and then the fish, and sat back to look out Mom and daughter working in almost sodding harmony to batter fry and swear out up a delicious meal. The balance of the fish were immediately frozen with the exception of a few held out for me to take base. At some point in the meal, haystack mentioned a duplex down on the river he would like to purchase but he lacked the funds for a knock down payment, and his wife was somewhat hesitant with renting the other half to make close meet. I wanted to see it.
After the dish antenna were cleaned up, we locked up and headed several knot out of town to a diminished winding access route and the duplex in head. It was remote, but much larger than I thought it would be, sat on five wild acres with all the comforts including line ! Great for nipper, perfect for fishermen ; I was sold. It would drain my financial modesty but offered a slap-up form of protection. A frantic week was to follow, but by the following Saturday, we were moving the volume of our worldly ownership and closing out the live 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 center stall, and caught a fistful of bass whenever metre allowed. The remote control, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk drawer in a plastic bag with the barrage removed, was scarcely more than than a aloof retentivity.
One particularly cold evening, various months later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brewage when my thoughts drifted back to the remote control. My aliveness was better than it had ever been ; with a furtherance on the view, at a great position to live on, I felt I had it all ( except for a woman as Rick kept insisting ). Yet my sex gland were dangerously overloaded, and the chance to search new perspectives and new cunt could not be denied. Reinserting the barrage, I strolled to the centre of the way, set my lukewarm brew on the coffee tabular array, and pressed the blue clitoris. ..

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a great dormitory with a polished marble floor and alabaster statues of women with different robe lining the stark white wall that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden ceiling. In front, a raised marble platform with three ornate wooden president and a knead iron pendent dangled above. Candles flickered from a myriad of wrought iron candelabras scattered around the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and behind the hot seat.
"Kneel, knave !"
The authoritative voice behind me left little room for discussion. I dropped to my knees and tucked my hands to track my groin. I didn't dare to look up although my curiosity pressed me to do so. An eternity passed with my knees protesting violently until a clear up vox reverberated through the chamber.
"Why hast one thousand desecrated these holy chambers ?"
Hmm, old English, I could make do with that."I knew not of their holiness,"I retorted and immediately a burning sensation swept across my rear followed by the crack of a whip."Owww,"I blurted out.
"secrecy. .. escort him to the donjon and disembowel him."
"Whoa,"I exclaimed abandoning my old English language dialect. I raised my brain and stared at my judge. They sat in the three chairs clad in brilliant tweed full moon duration nightie with beautiful gold crowns and long flowing fuzz ; one blonde, one brunet and the third with fiery red. Another burning stripe burned across my cover just below the first. The botheration almost made me communicate out. Apparently looking at royalty was frowned upon. I rose to my pes quickly and stomped over to the offending guard duty 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 generate the favour. Behind, I could hear another safety device draw a weapon and I whipped around ( literally ) with my arm fully extended and connected with her sword arm, sending the weapon sliding blissfully across the floor. Both sentry go were bent over cradling there wounded arms, there leather bras hanging ungracefully from their heaving chests.
"Dost thou not knowest regard for the royal stag Order. .."
"C'mon man ; I stood before you naked, defenseless and baseborn, and you return the favor with unwarranted bullying."I was storming towards the platform now, emboldened and angry, as the redhead beat a overhasty hideaway out the backdoor. The two other two royalty stood stunned ; frozen in fear."Haven't you ever heard about dignity and obedience ?"I reached the brunette, and threw a lip ringlet on her as her eyes shot open and her body tensed. Thirty seconds later, her eye were drifting closed and she relaxed ; her limb encircling my back with a ennoble embrace.
"My queen,"the blond queried, her phonation palpitation noticeably,"This churl doth partake in unbecoming familiarity. .. but she hastily waved off by the woman in my arms. I slowly broke the delicious kiss and nuzzled her neck opening. She gasped and I could feel her imposing pegleg giving way, so I tightened my grip and eased her dispirited onto the cold marble floor getting a brief glance of her furry bush. She was defenseless beneath her gown - women's rightist's gone commando ! I slid my hand up the hem of her nightie just as the front entrance boomed open forcibly and the fiery redhead with a group of well armed female warriors thundered towards us. I hate interruptions.
I stood with my erection pointing straight up and put my mitt on my hip joint. My brunet goddess quickly rose and gathering the end of her dignity, pointed to the threshold from whence they came. There were no Christian Bible, just silent recognition, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the doorway large wooden door quietly behind the terminal warrior. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus princess repositioned the jacket she had been carrying in her deal on those fiery red cascading curls and silently waited for word of honor that never came.
My brunette goddess slid to her human knee, then onto her back and raised her night-robe and spread her ramification. A course in personal hygiene would be most capture, but in the sake foreign relations, I gently eased into her musky depths. She wasn't a virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her face reacted dramatically to my tilt toilsome chassis rather than gimmick ( s ) she was accustomed. The blond princess moved closer, and I grasped her piano picket hands, placing one on the fully knocker of the brunette and the other on the trivial nub peeking through the bush between those hanker lush legs. The blonde knew what to do, messaging the small nipples and foxy clitoral nub with well skilful expertise. Perhaps it was the new sensations of a literal man, or perhaps it was the titillating support of our blonde companion, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a long spray of her orgasmic essence on my trunk.
Easing out of the shaggy brunet rain afforest, I was eased onto my backbone by the blond and mounted with the blue-blooded counsel of her custody. She was slopped and unclouded, and provided a most fantabulous ride ; her head thrown back and a rosy blush spreading over her pep pill torso.
I gestured to the fiery red heading, who shyly shed her gown, and with my counsel, straddled my oral sex. I pulled her down to my mouth and devoured the ripe rosy crevasse with a passion fueled appetite. It would become one my shortest encounter ever. As I was just settling into a marvelous putz massage of the blonde while savoring the abundant succus flowing from the fiery Melanerpes erythrocephalus bush, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my sex gland from being rammed into the marble floor, I was being bathed in sufficiency orgasmic semen to drift a battleship.
As they gyrated in their orgasmic paradise, I saw the brunette compose herself and slowly climb to observe her two frenzied comrade. I waved to her with my liberal arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my hand to her fumble in search of the little bud that still quivered. My digit began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two fingerbreadth slid into her vagina, and my quarter round circled the etymon of her pounding clitoris, her hip bucked forward violently and she shook like a foliage in an autumn tip. feminist girls are well-fixed ! Their frigid public calmness was an effectively disguise for the truly hot tamales they were in private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the duality the hid, and the foiling they must have felt. It would be interesting to see if they returned to their infertile sex life-time, or bear their male opposite number as a more satisfying way to survive and direct. I slowly rose from the bundle of trembling bodies and quickly searched for the remote control. It rested securely next to a candelabrum, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent parting, fingered the green button.

The Victorian Virgin

The live chords of a harpsichord echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a huge mansion house. I arrived just behind the young beauty bundled in a truckload of gusty undergarment encased in a frilly pastel blueness lace attire as she caressed the Francis Scott Key lovingly. The medicine twinkled and danced across the walls like a lightning bug in the woodland, and although I leaned more towards classic careen from the 60s, I could learn to know this stuff pretty easily. All too soon, she completed the paper, and thumbed through various more score before finally settling on one she liked. Pausing to slurp some tea, I approached her and asked :
"Where did you learn to represent so beautifully ?"
Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slid around on the bench. The cup and saucer tumbled from her digit and her exposed hide turn such a brilliant vermillion red that could have frozen traffic in New York during hurry time of day.
"My Lord, your clothes. .."
"I left them upstairs,"I replied assuming the bedroom were located there.
"Only a scoundrel would be seen without attire."
"Or a lover,"I countered with a clue of upcoming magnet."
"I know thee not, my Lord, and even if so, a Lady would not tolerate such a vulgar showing !"
"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the prohibit fruit, have you ?"
Her eyes slowly traveled up and down my eubstance slowly, pausing on my gaze and finally resting on my mole. A slight heyday reappeared.
No, my Lord,"she murmured as her regard lowered.
"Would you like too ?'
Her eyes photograph receptive and a look of defiance filled her fine facial features."I'm saving myself for he whom I would spend my life-time with."
"Life is short, my dear. High ideals are an invitation for disappointment."
"I suppose, but. .."
I cupped her face gently in my hands and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, convinced her resolution was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the shoes off her tiny feet.
"Time is short, the duchess will deliver within the hr, and if she were to find oneself us together. .."
"She won't,"I said softly as I fumbled with the strings binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my script aside, and disrobed faster than I could ever have imagined. He clothes lay in a huge pile on the bench, and her petite assets on glorious display. This was going to be fun ! I cupped her cheek delicately, and let her experience my wide repertoire of kiss ; pausing when her breathing time became gasps. As my spit explored the tiny buds of her breasts, she trembled violently and rubbed the yellowish pink copper surrounding her kitty forcefully on my leg. To our common surprisal, she squealed, and reached her first climax. It wasn't earth trembling, but it was an conquer predecessor to what was to come.
I resumed my oral presidential term on the young sweet delicacy, slowly descending past her mammary swelling and small rounded belly to the pleasant-tasting salmon pink fuzz pussy already oozing her feminine invitation for penetration. I lifted her slight physique and lowered her gently onto my rock intemperately organ, finally striking home after respective effort. Her weapon system clamped me tightly and her rima oris bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the full-of-the-moon length of my cock, her weaponry and ramification locked painfully around me. Her dentition broke skin and she squealed into my shoulder joint at the same minute she became a fair sex. The indescribably soaked pussy, despite the increased lubrication of virgin blood, was impossible to manoeuvre within. Her face and torso were again a promising red, and her large green heart were clenched rigorous, but the recite tale shadow of a smile revealed her true flavor.
Ever so slowly, with infinitesimal spasm, her slopped puss and facial crookedness relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With short gentle jabs that terminated with our two pubic finger cymbals lightly kissing each other, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her nimble panting intimation, terminated with staccato high pitched moans. My articulatio coxae let me cognise that my back wouldn't last much longer without regrets in the morning, but the tightly squeezed niggling brain on the head of my dick kept the driveway alive. Those swell up baby knocker were getting a chaffing, but their possessor appeared not to comment, driven by the new found mavin radiating through her body. Several trench rewarding drive later, her puss plunged into hyper cock clutches way and her intact consistence trembled violently with her outset broad man made orgasm. I hung on as tenacious as I could, but the stimulation was beyond bearable as my electronic organ transformed into a bazooka with a multi-loader. I let go, seeing stars and pumping a life fourth dimension worth of seed into the diminutive cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to retain some semblance of self-respect, as our bodies coped with neurologic overload.
The delicious little Virgin collapsed in my coat of arms, and I fell back against the wall. She would forever reside among my top ten of conquests. I heard horse hooves, and knew my time was speedy drawing to a close. Carefully easing her limp form onto the deep red drape of the settee, I retrieved my remote control ; and with a long last look at the endearing creature in repose with my seeded player dribbling from her crocked violated vaginal backtalk, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the comfort of my bread and butter room.
Sharing is Caring
I grabbed the remains of my brew and dropped heavily onto my lounge. As the fizz from my first long drawing subsided, I pondered the remote that had provided a multitude of intimate phantasy far beyond my ability to ever think. Where did this distant come from ; was it built on intake from a sexually oppressed scientist, was it randomly distributed by demented unknown, was it the product of an exploit Taiwanese dude who inadvertently cross wired a vital connection, or, more importantly, why was I seeking answers I really don't want to have it away. Actually, I was more concerned about a potential expiration date.
About then, there was a brief knocking from the side of meat ingress haystack and I had hastily installed various weeks ago to connect the two units without a need to go outside. Rick swaggered in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the sofa with my clothes in a rumpled heap a few substructure away.
"So, if your choice in apparel 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 couple of refreshful I, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the lounge. I mulled revealing for a few indorsement, and throwing caution to the hint, I decided to let my considerably ally in on my secret. He was staring at me with curio written all over his face, anyways.
"Back in the old 24-hour interval 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 belittled electronics store and bought a generic universal 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 air one takes you somewhere in the past, the unripened one into the future tense, and the red one, with the return ikon 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, haystack. Just be surely to hang on to it ‘ effort you ain't coming back until you push the red button. Go on, it won't putting to death you !"
He looked at the control, and absently ran his fingers over the buttons."facial expression dude, there's no such. .."
There was a blinding thunderbolt of light accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the story. 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 pants on just as there was another sizzle and Rick returned to his sitting position, naked and wild eyed. I handed him the remains of his still cold brewage and sat back down after prying the remote from his manus.
Several long proceedings 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 voicelessness."Thanks."
"Where did you go,"I asked, my curiosity peaked.
Rick let out a farsighted sigh ;"It was a sporting house - late 1800s, I'd guess, with petticoats and eagle clawed tubs, and nickelodeon music and the strongest spirits ever conceived by man. The women were. .. hot - no, unsatiable !"He paused and put on his serious cheek."What if I knocked her up ?"
"And what if I fucked my grandma and she had a boy instead of my Mom ? Let me go ensure on the flux condenser. .."I took another lingering sip of my brew.
Rick was silent for a consequence and snickered, then nodded to himself with succour etched across his face."You know, I came over to get a break from the old lady ; she's on the rag again."
"Give her the remote,"I suggested.
Rick pondered the idea for a moment and shook his head no ;"Don't want to pay for individual else's kid."
"Then let's go fishin ’."
"I'll get the come-on, you grab the beer,"he countered.
As we walked down the embankment towards the lazily flowing river, Rick seemed pensive, yet relieved. We loaded our hooks in secrecy, and cast upriver to let the come-on flow with the stream. Finally, he spoke up :
"They told me cowboys were filthy lovers."
"You think riding a saddle for 12 to fourteen hours a day is good for the sex gland ? Geez haystack, they're probably hanging out his navel. Truth be told - if we DNA tested 90-percent of the pioneer offspring 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 past, lost in our thoughts and secure in our bond that would surely brave out the interminable closed book of time .