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Teen Painting V2

Two sixteen year old boys get to know each other…

It was the summer holidays, and I had the house to myself for a couple of weeks. We were painting my mothers bedroom, and stopped to take a break. We went downstairs to wash the paint brushes and rollers and started slapping the brushes off each other. I hit him, he hits me, we end up falling over each other.

On the ground, he has me straddled under him, we tickle each other, until we stop.

We look at each other, I pull his face towards mine. We kiss. It's a short kiss, but boy, I want more. We part lips for another look, only to be broken by him pulling me towards him. We kiss again, this time we are passionate. We start feeling each other, searching with our hands.

I stop to ask if he wants to go inside.

With a devilish look in his eyes, he gets off me, and pulls me after him. We make it to the back door, he turns around and we kiss some more. He wraps his legs around me, I heave him up, leaning him against my hardening penis, I can feel his youthful manhood press against my stomach as we kiss. I push the back door open, and carry him inside, he releases his grip around my neck and sets down on his own two feet.

With one smooth yank, he peels my tshirt off revealing my twinkish like body as we make it through the utility. At the utility room door, I cleanly swipe his tshirt off, revealing his young, devilishly attractive, slender body. We aim for the stairs, I start pulling at his track suit bottoms, I pull the elastic cord, and as he clears his shoes, his pants drop revealing his colourful undies, and athletic legs. He removes my belt, and opens the buttons to my jeans, they start to fall, I lose my shoes, I push the jeans down all the way.

We are at the stairs, both of us in our undies, kissing madly. We pause, for just enough time for us to race up the stairs to my bedroom.

We start kissing again. I lie down on the bed, pulling him on top of me. I spread my legs, as he settles in between them, we grind our hips against each other. Oh boy, I want him. I pull him tight against me, my hands wandering all over his body. I stop on top of his undies, feeling his firm buttocks, feeling the movement as he thrusts vigorously against me.

I slip my hands into his undies, feeling every little dimple on his perfectly shaped buttocks. He is propping himself up with one elbow, his other hand is feeling my body, moving downwards. I can't take anymore. I slowly remove his undies. He lifts his body as I uncover his 6", 1" thick penis. It waves around, with precum dripping onto my Abdomen. His undies are gone. He is naked.

He steps back as he swiftly removes mine revealing my pulsing 6" member. We are naked. I want him and I want him now. I'm very close though, I pull on his penis, oh joy. He says he is close, I say me too. He smiles as he picks up my penis and starts pulling. Faster and faster, we at the same time. I am covered in cum. I don't care, I grab my undies and clean it off.

Once again, I pull him towards me. I guide his cum covered penis towards my anus, it tickles, it's wetness slapping clumsily against me. I push myself against his penis, it gently pushes in, little by little. He pushes himself in, slowly pulls out, thrusting a little more each time. I am in heaven. I pull him all into me, he sighs, once again telling me he is close, I smile, pull him towards me for a kiss, as I tell him to orgasm when he wants.

We start moving, all too quickly, I too am close, his penis hits against my prostate and I am over the edge, it tickles, the sensation is wondrous as I start to empty once again, but he can't stop, he is passed the point of return, and starts thrusting wildly as he empties into me. We collapse, panting.

I gently start to move again – I want more, I am mad for sex with this absolute hunk of a boy. He thrusts, they are getting stable, and measured, as he learns about sex. We kiss the whole time as he slowly works us up once again. It takes longer, we have time to explore each other, to feel, to see, all the while building towards another energetic eruption.

We stop for a moment, he collapses beside me, he is exhausted, but I still want more, my penis, even after 3 eruptions, is as erect as it was climbing up the stairs. I roll over onto him, as I gently start easing his semi erect penis to full erection. He moans with the hypersensitivity of having just climaxed 3 times. I start thrusting against him, slowly, gently.

I turn him over, face down, I climb over him, kissing him all the while. I thrust between his buttocks, feeling his anal hair tickle my penis head. I start to guide myself into his anus, I roll my foreskin back and guide the head into his anus, I gently thrust in and out a few times, acclimatising to the glorious feeling. I push a little further each time, until he raises his buttocks, and takes my whole penis.

My member is pulsating inside him, and I never want it to end. I ease myself over him, there is no space between our bodies, I am in as far as I can be. I won't last long – the excitement overcomes me, and I buck my hips against his, every pulse emptying me more. He jokes that I am like a teenager. I reach around to his penis and start pulling at it, it tickles at first, but in conjunction with my gently bucking inside him, I work him up to climax. He empties onto the bed. I don't care – I still want more, I want every drop of goodness I can get, and that is what I am going to get.

We kiss, as our bodies relax, him acclimatising to having my penis in his anus. We gently start moving again, this time I take my time. I feel his anus pulsing around my penis, and it's a huge turn on. I start thrusting more, I move us so that we are now dogging. I lean back as I watch my penis disappear and reappear in his anus. I start moaning and panting with the build up. I want to keep going, so I pull out, turn him around, I can see his face now, as I re-enter him we kiss, we kiss like it is going out of fashion.

I am starting to go crazy as he moans, he tells me my penis is going to make him climax, I am urged on, I watch as his face contorts in ways that should not be possible, he is close, but I want to orgasm at the same time so I change my positioning slightly, it allows me to work up my orgasm, and when I do, I move again, working both of us up.

We are so close, we kiss, deep breathing from me, moaning from him, he says he's going to climax, me too, I say, I keep thrusting, his legs tighten around my hips, I can't see it but I can feel his orgasm on my penis, it sends me overboard, and I empty into him.

I keep thrusting, with each thrust we are a little more spent.

THE BRIDESMAIDS


copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

She looked so delightful in her pale pink satin bridesmaid’s dress, its tightly-fitted cut highlighting the budding curves of her slender sixteen-and-a-half year old body – her small pert breasts, her slim waist, her trim hips and her cute bubble-butt. Helen was a very pretty and attractive teenager even in her everyday jeans and T-shirts; in this classically-simple and elegantly-shaped sheath of satin, she looked absolutely eatable – and I had plans to do just that.

We two had been the maids of honour at the marriage of my sister, Samantha, to Helen’s brother, James. The bride and groom had met five years ago when attending the same university, and were now aged twenty-five. I am three years and seven months younger than Samantha, and a college student myself these days, but there is a much wider gap of more than eight years between Helen and James. There are no other siblings in either family, and so it was natural that my sister would ask Helen to act as a bridesmaid as well.

The ceremony at the church had been beautiful and everything went very smoothly, so Helen and I were feeling pleasurably satisfied and relieved. The whole party had come back to this large hotel for the wedding ‘breakfast’ – actually a large buffet lunch – and reception. This was now winding down: the speeches had been given, the toasts had been made, and the guests were now mingling in a hubbub of conversation, whilst the radiantly-happy new husband and wife circulated around the long function room. In the early evening there was to be a party, with a disco for the younger generation, but there would be an interval of a couple of hours before this, to let everyone digest the lunch and catch their breath, to allow the hotel staff to clear the room and set it up for dancing, and to give the bride and bridesmaids the opportunity to change their dresses. James and Helen’s family and many of their relatives and friends were staying at the hotel, and my parents – the hosts for the wedding – had also booked rooms for themselves, Samantha and me, so that we could change into and out of our wedding finery, and also stay overnight and not have to worry about driving home after the party.

Helen and I were standing side-by-side together in a quiet corner of the big room, with just the wall and a couple of potted palm trees behind us. We gazed at the throng and chatted inconsequentially in the way that you do with someone with whom you feel in tune, but don’t actually know very well – the town that the groom came from was nearly a hundred miles away from London, where I grew up, and so Helen and I had only met each other at the fittings for our bridesmaids outfits, for which she had come up by train on a series of Saturday afternoons.

I glanced down at her and smiled, with the advantages of being three inches taller, four bra sizes bigger and five years older. No one else was paying attention to us for a few moments, and this seemed like the best opportunity to set things in motion. I leaned closer to the pretty teenager and murmured in her ear:

‘Now that we are sisters-in-law, I really want to get to know you …’

I paused for a second, and traced a finger horizontally across her back at waist level. She gave a little gasp, and then a soft mewl of pleasure as I drew my fingernail back, this time lower down, just under the curve of her sweetly jutting buttocks (as I know well, this has a tantalisingly erogenous effect), whilst completing my sentence:

‘… intimately.’

Helen’s lips parted and I saw the tip of her tongue flick along to moisten them. She turned slightly to look up at me; for a second, she nibbled her lower lip with her teeth, looking suddenly even younger than her age, but what she saw in my warmly admiring gaze eradicated any lingering doubts. She gave me a radiantly beaming smile and slipped her hand into mine, giving it a confirming squeeze.

‘Oh, I would like that, Vicky – yes, I would like that very much!’ she whispered eagerly, her eyes bright and her face slightly flushed with excitement.

‘Well’, I said, ‘we need to change out of these bridesmaids dresses – why don’t we do that together, in my room, and then we can properly … get acquainted?’

Helen swallowed and nodded, her nervousness due not to any fear of what might happen in my bedroom, but rather a lingering residual doubt that it might not, that she might be misreading my signals – unsubtle though they had certainly become. Still holding her hand – for I had no intention of allowing anyone else an opportunity to cut in and carry off this deliciously wholesome teen – I towed her through the crowd to where my parents and hers were chatting amicably together.

‘Excuse me’, I interrupted politely; ‘Helen and I are going up now to get changed, and maybe take a bath before the party.’ I made the latter point quite deliberately, to account for us being gone for quite some time and to explain why we could not answer if anyone came knocking at our doors. Helen’s mother nodded approvingly, saying that she would take a rest herself in a few minutes; my mother enquired, rather vaguely, if we would need some help with removing our bridesmaids outfits. I hastened to reassure her:

‘Oh, no, don’t worry about that! If Helen brings a robe along to my room, we can manage fine together, and then she can go back to hers – it’s only three doors down – and have a soak in the bath or take a nap, whatever.’

Helen – the sweet thing – supported this by nodding vigorously (I don’t think she trusted herself to speak at this stage), and both sets of parents smiled benignly at us and waved us on our way – of course, with no idea of what I was intending that we could ‘manage fine together’, and that Helen seemed to be looking forward to so avidly. In fact, I had picked up a number of tell-tale signs during the fitting sessions for our bridesmaids costumes, and so my pass at Helen had not been much of a gamble – but it was still a relief to have had my suppositions so positively confirmed.

We trotted up the hotel staircase, lifting the hems of our long satin dresses as if we had stepped out of a Jane Austen novel, and almost ran along the first-floor corridor to my bedroom. Once inside, I quickly hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside handle, and then closed the door and put the deadbolt on from the inside. I turned back towards Helen, who was standing in the middle of the room, gazing at the double-bed (this was one of the larger rooms); she was in profile to me, and I admired again her trim slender youthful silhouette, such a contrast to my own full swell of breasts and hips.

As I came up behind her, she turned to face me and almost naturally came into my arms, so that my heavier E-cup breasts rested upon the top of her chest. She looked up at me in silent question, and we both saw the desire in each other’s eyes. Her lips were already parted and her eyes half-closed as I brought my mouth down to hers and kissed her – slowly at first, and then with a fierce passion which she matched with a hunger of her own. So the last threshold was crossed, for such a kiss could not be dismissed as ‘sisterly’ affection – it was unmistakeable sexual lust. My hands slipped down her back, cupping and then kneading her adorable ass; after only a few seconds pause, she did the same to me. Although she was less assertive, I could sense the pleasure with which she stroked my bottom, whilst her nipples hardened into rigid prominent pinnacles which I could feel pressing into my softness through the thin satin of her bridesmaid’s dress.

After a heady minute or two, I drew back and gazed at the teenager, and told her with simple candour:

‘I want you … you’re so pretty, I just want you so much!’

My directness was all the more arousing for the innocent teen, and she breathed softly in reply:

‘Oh! … please, yes … please, Vicky, I think you’re wonderful … oh, I want you too!’

The signs had been there at the fitting sessions in the wedding-dress designer’s shop, in fact I had started to notice them from the first one. I know that I am an attractive young woman, with my tumbling chestnut hair and deep hazel eyes with long lashes. I have an even fuller figure than my sister, despite being younger, and my most striking feature is undoubtedly my breasts – high, firm mounds of femininity which fill my 32E bras and leave a deep cleavage. The flare of my hips and sway of my ass gives them counterpoint, and with a fairly narrow waist I have something of an hour-glass profile. When I arrived at the first fitting session, interested to meet my future sister-in-law and companion maid-of-honour, I had deliberately worn a jersey wrap dress which draws the eye to my breasts and accentuates my bust and cleavage; it then falls to a pleated skirt which swirls around my knees, with an opening that parts to show an expanse of leg with every step that I take. I had wanted to make a strong impression, and Helen’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened in admiration when I first swept into the room and gathered her up for a hug as introduction. My feeling that there might be the potential here for something more than friendship began from noticing the way that she glanced at me sidelong when she thought my attention was engaged elsewhere, and the look on her face as her eyes lingered on my breasts and ass. This became even more noticeable when I disrobed, and without being obvious about it I made sure that I did so in ways that gave her plenty of eyefuls.

For the second fitting session, I arrived in one of my trademark outfits – one which has pulled both pretty babes and experienced older women in the lesbian clubs and bars of the city where I am studying at university. It is a combination of smart black boots with stiletto heels, black hold-up stockings, a tight and very short black leather mini-skirt, and a figure-hugging lambswool cowl-neck sweater in bright red, cinched tight around the waist with a wide shiny-plastic black belt. The belt gives the thrust of my bust even more striking visual impact, whilst the sweater is so thin and snug-fitting that every outline of my underwired half-cup bra can be seen – a push-up, though my firm breasts hardly need any extra lift.

Helen was simply saucer-eyed, and looked bowled over by my confident and stylish sexy outfit. I had deliberately delayed my arrival, and was rewarded by the sight of her standing on the small fitting stool in only her bra and panties – both sweetly demure and plain in a light blue that went so well with her clear skin and long blonde hair. The designer slipped a pinned-together early version of the dress over Helen, and she stood as still as a statue whilst the measurements and adjustments were made – but I knew that her eyes were tracking my every move. I kept where she could see me easily, and slowly undressed – taking some time to fold each garment and put it on a chair, so that she could see plenty. First to be removed were the belt and the sweater, and I turned casually so that she had good views of my breasts and bra – the latter being a skimpy concoction of black gauze and lace – from several angles. Next went the skirt, and I know that I look magnificent in black boots, hold ups and scanty lingerie – in the silence, I could hear Helen’s shaky indrawn breath, and I could almost smell the dampening of her panties in a room which seemed suddenly much warmer. I pulled off my boots, and then turned my back to her – affording her a splendid view of my ass – whilst I rolled my stockings down my legs. Finally, I turned almost to face her and undid my bra from behind, pulling it aside and stretching luxuriously – both revealing my naked breasts and making them thrust and jiggle enticingly – whilst I made some comment about it being hot and sticky in here, and how glad I was to remove it. When I quickly glanced at Helen, her face wore a stunned expression and she looked pale, almost as if she might faint. To steady herself, she rested one hand for a moment on the shoulder of the dress designer – a pleasant middle-aged woman who was kneeling at Helen’s feet, intent on adjusting the drape of the hem, and who with her back towards me had missed my little strip-tease performance.

The bride and bridesmaids dresses – like so many in this summer of 2011 – were influenced by the Royal Wedding not long before. Of course, they were not simply copies – but they followed the newly-fashionable style by having a narrow waist and sweeping wide skirt for the bride, and plain and figure-hugging floor-length pencil dresses for the bridesmaids. I was all in favour of this – like any hot-blooded lesbian, my enduring memory from the television coverage of the wedding was not of Prince William or even the lovely Kate Middleton, but of her athletic younger sister Pippa’s stunning ass in her gorgeously sexy slimline maid-of-honour dress.

In fact, the dresses for Helen and myself were going to be so closely fitted that we were not to wear our ordinary bras underneath; instead, to support our breasts, each of our dresses would have soft cloth cups of the appropriate volume sewn inside the bust. A delightful consequence of this was that we spent much of the fitting sessions dressed only in our panties, and I sneaked almost as many glances at Helen’s small pointy tits as I saw her giving my swaying ripe mounds. During that second session, when it was my turn to stand on the stool for fitting and measuring, I could see from the corner of my eye that Helen was leaning against the wall to my left, gazing almost hypnotised at my tits and ass. When I turned more away from her, she did not realise that I could still see her reflection in a nearby full-length mirror, and my breath caught in delight as I saw her cup and pinch her own small breasts, and then she slipped one hand down inside the front of her panties and was clearly giving her pussy a vigorous rub.

I was sure from this point that Helen fancied girls, and some instinct convinced me that she was – as I am – purely and entirely lesbian, rather than bisexual. However, I also doubted that she had yet had any actual sexual experience; I was certain that she would not want to do it with a boy, and it was most likely that she would be too scared and nervous of coming on to any of her female friends – the risks would be too great. She was only sixteen-and-a-half years old, and so almost certainly a virgin – unless, of course, an older woman (such as a school teacher, sports coach or Girl Guide leader) had seduced her, as she was more than pretty enough to be tempting. However, I thought that this had not yet happened, as her manner radiated the naive eagerness of the inexperienced.

It was after this second fitting that I began to think of seducing Helen at the wedding, and taking her cherry myself. After all, it was only right and proper that there should be a loss of virginity on a wedding day, and my resolutely heterosexual sister Samantha could not fit that bill, as she and James had been fucking like bunnies ever since they started going out together.

The third and final fitting was also a final confirmation of Helen’s growing interest in me – in fact, in addition to her awareness of my physical charms (my breasts being a particularly magnetic focus), it was clear that she was developing quite a crush on me, chattering away and eagerly agreeing with any comment that I made. At one point, when the designer briefly left the fitting room to take a phone call, and Helen and I were naked apart from our panties (mine this time being a sketchy thong in burgundy red), I managed to contrive an opportunity to remove mine. I forget the reason that I gave, but I turned my back to Helen in apparent modesty, and bent from the waist only, keeping my legs straight, as I rolled the panties down from my thighs to my ankles. I knew that she could see my asshole, the swell of my completely-shaven pussy mound and the base of my slit – with my labia visibly puffy and parted. I heard her give a sigh of desire, and a quick glance at the mirror (once again, she was so intently focused on me that she had not realised she was visible in it) showed me a glorious sight of sapphic apprenticeship – Helen had thrust her hand so hard into her panties that they were pushed down three or four inches, and I could see that her fingers were frantically frotting along her gash. When I slowly straightened and turned – giving her a full view of my cunt from the front – she had had time to straighten her panties and remove her hand, but my eagle eye noted the giveaway dark damp patch at her crotch. Seconds later, Helen excused herself to visit the en suite bathroom, and as the designer had not returned, I swiftly crossed the room and put my ear to the toilet door. My reward was to hear the moans of a girl fingering herself to a rapid climax, and when she came – to my delight – it sounded like she was saying my name, over and over.

Some time after the wedding, Helen told me that she had begun to suspect that I might be a lesbian after the second fitting session, and had wondered if the eyefuls of my tits and cunt which I had afforded her both then and at the third session were a come-on – but, because she wanted so much for that to be the case, she was afraid that she was reading too much into it. It had only been when I touched her ass at the wedding reception that she had been really sure, and she had almost swooned with excitement when I suggested that we go together to my room.

So now, here in my bedroom at the wedding hotel, we reached the consummation that we both devoutly wished for. After breaking our clinch, I reached up to unpin her hair, which had been piled up in an elegant arrangement for the wedding ceremony. Helen has lovely blonde hair, long and straight, which I knew from the fitting sessions she normally kept in a pony tail, sometimes just loosely gathered and sometimes plaited – either way, she looked such a pretty picture of a wholesome schoolgirl. She stood silently, savouring my proximity and the thrilling knowledge that much more was to come, whilst I carefully removed the comb and pins which were holding her coiffure in place. Released, her hair spilled down over her shoulders in a wave, and I ran my hands through its silky fineness.

My next move was to turn Helen gently around so that she was facing away from me, and then with a single slow pull I drew the zip of her bridesmaids dress down from the back of her neck to the base of her spine. It gaped open, but remained hanging from her shoulders until I stepped right up behind her – my breasts pushing against her back – and brought my hands around to the front of her dress. I cupped her small breasts through the soft satin material, and she stiffened for a moment before relaxing against me and letting the erotic sensations carry her away.

After squeezing Helen’s tits through her dress, I eased it from her shoulders and it fell quite neatly down to her ankles. As we were not wearing bras beneath the wedding outfits, this at once afforded me full access to her perky little A-cup breasts and their hard pointy nipples – which I began to tweak and tease, so heightening her pleasure. I kissed the back and sides of her neck, and then in a whisper asked her to undress me as well. Helen hastened eagerly to comply, and with slightly shaking hands she undid the zip of my satin sheath dress and slowly lowered it down over my hips. I smiled at her as I stepped out of it, and quickly hung it up in the wardrobe. Now, we were both reduced to just our panties and the plain white girlish knee-highs which we had worn under the long bridesmaids gowns.

Helen reached forwards to cradle my heavy breasts, an expression of wonder on her face as she felt their human warmth and soft resilience. She looked as if she could not quite believe that this was really happening, as if this was a dream come true – as indeed it was, for later she told me that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about me from when we met at the first fitting session and I had stripped off in front of her; since then, she had masturbated almost every night whilst fantasising that I was making love to her. This had confirmed the erotic thoughts she had already been having for more than a year about some of her school friends and teachers, and she had come to realise and then happily to accept that she was almost certainly a lesbian.

‘Oh, Vicky!’ she exclaimed, ‘you’re so gorgeous, so beautiful!’

I smiled and said nothing, for I intended that actions should speak louder than words. I took a gentle grip of Helen’s upper arms and steered her backwards to the large king-size bed. She got the idea at once, and when the backs of her calves encountered the side of the bed, she quickly scrambled onto the mattress, sitting up and waiting for me to join her. Her posture and body language perfectly fitted the old expression of being ‘bright-eyed and bushy-tailed’. However, although she seemed keen enough, I wanted to take things slowly and carefully, lest this spirited filly should panic and refuse the fences ahead of her.

I joined Helen on the bed, easing her down onto her back and then lying down alongside her. I began with gentle kisses, just brushing my lips against hers and not trying to get my tongue into her mouth. She stirred with pleasure, her warm body pressing against my breasts and stomach, and I was delighted when she almost immediately opened her mouth to me, whilst her own tongue ventured between my lips. I replied with firmer and more passionate kissing, and soon our tongues were entwined in a tangle of saliva.

My next move was to slip one hand across to her left breast, which was on the side furthest away from me. I began by tracing my finger around its circumference, trailing one fingernail tantalisingly over her smooth pink skin. The nipple of her breast became visibly even more stiff and prominent as I did so, and she mumbled something incoherent but encouraging into my mouth. I let my fingers brush across her tit, and she broke our kiss to give a little squeal – followed by another cry as I took a firmer hold of her breast, cupping the palm of my hand over it, and simultaneously compressing and massaging it.

‘Aaah, yes!’ she gasped, ‘oh, Vicky … yes, do that to me more, do it more!’

I smiled down at her, and hunkered a little further down the bed so that I could bring my mouth to her right breast, whilst still continuing my groping and fondling of her left one. When my wet lips closed over the nipple of her right breast, I simultaneously tweaked her left one. Helen’s head jerked sideways from the sudden erotic stimulus, and she started to moan in arousal. From blind instinct, her hips twitched and her knees swung wide open.

This was, quite literally, the opening that I had been waiting for. Still kissing and sucking on her right breast, I removed my hand from her left one and slid it slowly and inexorably down the centre of her body. My deliberation was quite deliberate – I wanted her to realise where that hand was travelling to, so that when it reached its destination of her cunt, she would be already turned on and hyper-sensitised to anything that I might do. Sure enough, as my hand moved down past her tummy button, she began to pant for breath and she arched her legs even further apart.

Helen gave a high-pitched gasp and a shudder of excitement ran through her slender frame, as my questing hand reached the crotch of her panties and I cupped the fleshy protuberance of her Venus mound in my palm. I could feel that the gusset of her sweet girlish pale-blue panties was already damp – indeed, almost sodden – and she whimpered as I rubbed the wet material along the visible contours of her slit, abrading her labial lips.

‘Take them off! Take them off and fuck me, Vicky!’ she gasped, ‘please – strip me, fuck me – don’t wait, ooohh – please, now!!’

Despite this, I took my time – I didn’t want Helen to climax too soon, so I eased back a bit, and she drew some deep breaths as I very gently stroked the fabric of her panties around – but not directly on – her pussy. I also stopped my oral attentions to her breast, and rose up slightly to gaze down at her slim teenage body. Helen was lying almost still, her face wearing a look of astonished revelation which telegraphed her thoughts: ‘I expected it to be good – but I never dreamed it would be THIS good!’

I gave her a reassuring smile and a kiss, and then hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties at either hip, and gently tugged them downwards. She had to bring her legs back together so that I could remove the panties, but as soon as that was done she swung them wide open again – almost as if there was such a hot furnace raging between her thighs that she could not bear for them to be together. Now she was completely naked apart from the white knee-highs that we were both wearing, and their presence only served to heighten the impact of her nudity from the knees upwards – she looked so young, so sweet, so innocent and so utterly fucking fuckable.

I savoured the moment that my fingers first touched her bare cunt, and she gave a moaning sigh as I explored her folds and valleys. She was not too hairy – not shaven, of course, but it seemed that she kept her pubic hair closely trimmed with scissors, and this fact and its fine blonde composition meant that nothing of her genitalia was hidden or obscured. She gave a pretty mewling sound – very appropriately – as my fingertips began to slide between her labia and tease along her pussy. However, she made no protest over this invasion, and I tugged her opening a little further apart, curling the end of my index finger into her vaginal slit and sliding it around.

My probing finger soon encountered an obstruction – as I had suspected and hoped, her hymen was still intact. I withdrew my digit, despite Helen’s soft whimpering imprecations for me to continue, and indeed to be harder and firmer.

‘You’ve still got your virginity, my sweet angel’, I told her; ‘I’d better not go any further, I might tear or break it.’

Helen’s frustration at the possibility that the cup of lesbian love might be dashed from her lips was palpable and almost comic. She was also exactly where I wanted her to be – panting with desire, aching for release, and desperately in need of fucking. The words came gushing out:

‘Oh, God, yes!! Vicky, do – I want you to, really, honestly, I do! You’re the one for me, you be my first, please – so take it, take me – oh, please fuck me, please do!’

‘Helen – are you sure, your virginity?’ I queried, putting a doubtful note in my voice and successfully smothering my jubilant satisfaction, for of course her plea was music to my ears.

‘Yes, YES!!’ she almost shouted, and then she raised herself up on one elbow, looked at me squarely, and said more calmly: ‘Really, truly, I’m quite sure, Vicky – oh, there couldn’t be anyone more wonderful than you to be my first! I would love that so much, I really would! Please take me, Vicky, please, I promise that I won’t ever complain – I know that I won’t, because I want you so much!’

I smiled at her, nodded my assent, and told her to wait for just a moment. I rose from the bed, crossed over to my suitcase and removed an item from it, and then disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds. I returned with one of the two hand-towels which the hotel had automatically provided for this double-room, getting a slightly puzzled look from Helen which cleared when I reminded her that there was likely to be a small show of blood when her membrane was ruptured, and I didn’t want it to get onto the sheet, where it might arouse questions or gossip. Helen had had the sex education lessons at school and so knew the mechanics (in theory, not in practice, of course!), and she understood my precaution, lifting her butt a couple of inches off the mattress so that I could slide the towel beneath her.

Through most of this preparation, her eyes had been focused not on the towel, but on the object in my other hand – the item which I had taken from my suitcase. She knew what it was, although she had never seen one before in reality: a vibrator. I had not brought any of my largest ones with me, for I was afraid that they might frighten her away, so this was a simple design of a modest size, but it was very effective. It was not made to appear like a male penis – I don’t like that type, and I also thought that such a one might be rather repulsive to Helen as well, innocent that she was. This vibrator was a column of jet black plastic, smooth-sided and unadorned, six inches in length and with a rounded knob at the end.

Helen swallowed a little nervously, as I switched on the vibrator and then brought the humming tip up to her pussy lips. At first, I just ran it up and down her cleft – not pressing to enter her at all, but letting the pulsing of the little machine act as a tantalising massage to her erogenous zones. I could see that this was having the desired effect, as a sweat broke out on her face and chest, and with an expression of fixed intensity her teeth almost bit down on her lower lip.

Now she was ready for the next phase, and I used the fingers of my free hand gently to press apart her inner labia, opening the way for the rounded end of the vibrator to slide for about a centimetre into the start of her hole. Helen gave a little moan, and I could feel her body trembling in anticipation beneath my touch – due just a little to nerves, but much more to fervent desire. I let the vibrator rest here for a few seconds, its throbbing doing the work of setting her juices flowing, and then I moved it slowly up her slit, her gasps becoming both higher in pitch and more frequent as the shaking tip neared it target – her clitoris.

Helen’s mouth opened and her eyes widened, as for the first time I pressed the vibrator more firmly against her, and this transmitted its pulsing rhythm directly to her clit, with powerfully erotic effect. The sweet teen began to mumble and gasp, almost incoherently, as the waves of pleasure rippled through her lithe body:

‘Aaahh! Oh, OH! … oh, Vicky! Oh, mmm, aaah, yes! Oooaah! Ohmigod, I’m yours, Vicky, please – take me! Aaah, Vicky, yes – oh! OH!! Yes, yes, please … mmm … now, YES, NOW!!’

Helen had propped herself up on her elbows, not wanting to miss a second of her deflowering, but now she was shaking and almost on the point of fainting. I didn’t want her to lose her grip completely, so I gave her clitoris a respite and brought the vibrator back down her valley – which was now wide apart, the hot pink inner flesh wetly glistening – and I let the throbbing tip press against her hymen. It had the effect of vibrating her membrane as it were the skin of a snare drum, and the cute teenager gave a wild high-pitched cry:

‘YES, YES! NOW, VICKY – NOW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, PLEASE!! FUCK ME NOW!!’

She was loud enough that I feared for a moment that anyone walking past in the corridor outside (like her mother!!) might hear, and so I quickly covered her mouth with my free hand to muffle her shrieks – and I noted for future interest that my dominance of her in this way seemed to excite her even more. I looked down at her, my full breasts swinging like a pendulum in front of her face. Helen’s eyes were riveted on mine, as without any further delay I thrust the vibrator firmly into and straight through her hymen. The teen winced for a second at the resulting short sharp jab of pain, and then her eyes widened in surprise and appreciation as the humming head of the vibrator pushed further into her, opening up what had never been entered before, and sending waves of electric excitement radiating through her.

Now we were in a new wonderland, as nerve-endings in her body that had never been stimulated before pulsed with erotic charge, making her breathing alternate between a pant and a gasp. Helen stared down between her widespread legs, watching in wonder as I pushed the vibrator further and further into her. Two inches had disappeared at first, followed by a third, and now a fourth – eliciting from the young girl a sudden shaken groan, as her hips started, instinctively and almost of their own volition, to thrust back against the hard presence which had penetrated her. Helen began to whimper, and her hips rose off the bed sheet as a fifth inch of the vibrator wormed its way into her vagina, and her back began to arch as her climax built. I was meeting some resistance now and I did not want to hurt her, so this was as far as I dared go – but I admired the girl, for I had not been able to take so much length when I had lost my cherry to a strap-on.

I began to draw the vibrator backwards and forwards for a couple of inches – slowly at first, but as her vagina got used to this intruding presence, she became looser and wetter, and I was able to increase the pace. Helen’s eyes were almost bugging out – I still had my other hand clamped over her mouth, and she stared at me from above my fingers, her shuddering moans muffled and her saliva dribbling down below my palm and from her chin. I shifted my right hand slightly to get a better angle with the vibrator, and I knew that now was the time to ride the hot little teen right over the fence.

Drawing the sweetly humming vibrator back until only perhaps an inch was still inside her, I paused for two or three heartbeats – to make sure that I had her attention, and because I know how powerfully stimulating a hiatus like that can be when it is just on the cusp of an orgasm. I removed my hand from her face and replaced it with my mouth, kissing her devouringly, whilst at the same time I repeatedly rammed the vibrator fully into her and then out again, hard and fast.

My changed position allowed me to press my own cunt against Helen’s right thigh, just above her knee, for I was getting so turned on by what I was doing to the pretty blonde bridesmaid that I ached for release myself. The girl’s body thrashed beneath mine in utter abandon, and her climax was so tumultuous that it transmitted directly from her trembling thigh to my pussy with pile-driving effect, and I shuddered on top of her, with my cum-juice squirting out to coat her leg. Helen flopped backwards, her head lolling on the bed, and the most wonderful look of stunned revelation appeared on her face.

‘Oh, wow! Wowie-zowie-wow!’ she whispered in delight, ‘Oh, Vicky – oh, that was just amazing – just incredible! Thank you, thank you so much, for ever and ever and ever!’

‘Babe’, I said, as I leaned over to kiss each of her little pinnacles of breasts, ‘that was my pleasure – and I mean that most literally!’

She laughed, and then we lay together on the wide soft mattress, companionably side-by-side. However, the girl was just so cute that I couldn’t leave it long before touching her again, and after only a few minutes I reached across to massage gently her tight little teenage pussy. Helen was still at first, breathing quietly, and I enjoyed the sight of the rising and falling of her youthful chest with its small bumps of pubescent breasts. She was clearly more than contented, and watched me closely with a sweet and slightly shy smile accentuating the pink flush of her cheeks. After a while, she began to move her hips in response to my caresses of her cunt, and her breathing became a little louder, faster and more ragged.

I would have been content to use my hand to ease her up gradually to a second orgasm, but Helen was starting to get ideas of her own. Suddenly, she sat up and with a merry laugh rolled me over onto my back, her slim form quite light as she lay on top of me, her hard little nipples pressing into the soft pillow of my bust. With bright happy shining eyes, she thanked me for having taken her virginity and for being her first lesbian lover, and then she kissed me – first on my mouth, but then with a cute wriggle she nestled lower, and took one of my breasts into her mouth.

‘Aaah, yes … oh, my sweet angel, that’s lovely’, I murmured, running my fingers through her long blonde hair and luxuriating in the attentions that her lips and tongue were giving to my stiffly erect nipples. With this encouragement, she became more passionate and vigorous, sucking hard on the tit that was in her mouth whilst massaging the other breast with her hand, and clearly relishing the effect that she was having on me, as I gasped and thrust my breasts up higher towards her.

Then her hand snaked down lower, questing between my legs, and with a sigh of pleasure I spread my thighs apart to give her full access to my cunt. She slid her hand inside my panties, which I had carefully chosen – they were one of my favourite ‘temptress’ pairs, a low-rise string in bright crimson, edged with lace around the waist and legs. I often wear these when I cruise the lesbian bars (that is, if I wear any panties at all under my micro mini-skirts, for there’s nothing like giving glimpses of bare pussy for riveting the attention of whoever you want to pull – the younger women especially!). For a little while, Helen stroked me there – her first touch of a woman’s sex – and then, with a mischievous smile, she released my achingly-aroused breast from her mouth and squirmed further down the bed.

I eased my hips upwards in an obvious invitation, and the pretty teen at once pulled my panties down my legs and over my feet. I parted my legs again – not too much, but enough to give her a clear view of my exposed cunt. Helen gazed in fascination at my shaven pudenda, which were glistening with my juices and invitingly parted. Her fingers began to explore the folds of my labia and the hot pink valley of my slit – she was tentative at first, but then, trembling with excitement and desire, she became more venturesome and slid her finger into me, initially up to the second joint and then sinking it in right to her knuckle. The sensation of being fingered by this sweet lithe young teenager was incredibly arousing; I looked at her through half-closed eyes, and begged:

‘Sweet angel, make me come … oh, please, make me come, make me come for you!’

This last suggestion thrilled Helen to the core – the very idea that she had such power over my body, that an adult woman was in her hands and beseeching to be fucked, made her bolder still. Her tongue wetted her lips, and then she brought her face down onto my cunt and fastened her sweet teenage mouth around my pussy, and like a puppy she began eagerly to lap and lick up and down my gaping vagina.

I writhed and moaned in rising ecstasy, as her hot little tongue delved into me and she avidly sucked up my coursing pussy-juices. It wasn’t that she was expert – quite the contrary, it was the very novice nature of her efforts, together with her enthusiasm and evident pleasure in her task, which made it such a thrill. It was truly mind-blowing to realise that I had between my legs a sixteen-year-old newly-minted lesbian who was tasting the pleasure of female cunnilingus for the very first time!

It did not take long for her bring me off, and with a broken cry my back arched, my hips jerked in spasms, and I clasped the back of her head with both my hands, driving her mouth against my quivering cunt.

‘Aaaaahhh! Oh, Helen, my angel! Fuck me, Helen, fuck me … ohmigod, I’m gonna come for you babe, I’m cumming for you … aaah, yes, for you!’ I sobbed, as one of the most powerful climaxes I have ever known exploded simultaneously in my cunt and in my head, making me nearly pass out and leaving me dishevelled, panting for breath and gloriously fulfilled.

We were both sweaty and sticky from our lovemaking, and we decided that sharing a bath together would be the nicest way to get clean and fresh – and fresh with each other. We ran the water in the large bath in my bedroom’s private en suite facilities, adding lashing of lavender-scented bubble-bath to make mountains of sweet smelling foam on the surface of the steaming hot water. We stripped off our knee-highs, and I stepped in first, settling down in the gloriously hot and scented water. Then Helen climbed in to sit between my legs, and I washed her long blonde hair and massaged her lissom back, which she loved. She leant back against me, resting her shoulder-blades against the support of my bust, as I reached round to her front and soaped her chest. The teenager giggled in delight as I scooped handfuls of bubbles onto her breasts and watched them slowly slide back down into the water again. I then continued playfully to stroke and tweak her tits, until she began to squirm in the bath and thrust a hand between her legs, rubbing at her own pussy. However, instead of bringing herself off, she turned round and settled again facing me, our legs intermingled under the water, and she repaid me with similar attentions to my own glistening breasts, until I thought that I would come in the warm water myself.

I paused her before it went that far, taking her hands and kissing them, and then pulling her to her feet and stepping out of the bath. We each picked up one of the hotel’s huge soft white Egyptian cotton towels, and by mutual sapphic instinct began to dry each other’s bodies. My soft gentle strokes aroused her so much that I took her back to the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and ate out her cunt – returning her earlier favour until she had a similarly back-arching climax.

Without a second’s pause, I rolled her over onto her stomach and paid worship to her lovely jutting ass, parting her butt-cheeks with my fingers and probing into her tight little pussy from behind, whilst my teeth nipped playfully at the base of her trim teenage butt and my tongue rimmed around her delicate flower of an asshole. She luxuriated in these attentions, glowing with pride and pleasure as I said in a muffled voice (my mouth being pressed right into her anus) how beautiful her bubble-butt was and that it was her pert ass that turned me on the most about her, and I admitted that after our fitting sessions I had had to go home and fuck myself really hard with my vibrator whilst I imagined doing just this to her naked bottom.

This was enough to bring us both off again – Helen with shudders of delight as my thrusting fingers and probing tongue made her climax, whilst I could not contain myself and grunted with lust as, bending over the cute teenager’s slender form, I ground my cunt against the hard rim of a corner of the mattress until the friction on my clit made me come.

It was then time to get dressed for the dancing, which took longer than usual as we both spent time helping the other into her lingerie and dress – accompanied by many caresses and sweet little kisses. We were a bit late for the start of the party when we went downstairs, but no one noticed, and if we looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in our pretty dancing frocks, it was naturally attributed to the excitements of the wedding day.

Before we left my bedroom, I told Helen that if she wanted to, she could slip back to it later, after everyone had gone to bed, and spend the night with me – returning to her own bedroom before people began to wake for breakfast. She was so pleased, and kissed me fervently as she assured me that she would like nothing better in the whole world.

The party was fun, and we had to be careful not to give away our attraction to each other as we whirled on the dance floor – making sure of dancing with several other people, but without giving any young men the encouragement to take things further. Fortunately, this was not really a problem – of course, it is almost traditional at weddings for the best man to try and seduce one of the bridesmaids, but on this occasion James’s best man had got married himself only a few weeks before, and clearly had eyes only for his lovely wife. Most of the other under-30s at the wedding were university friends or work colleagues of the bride and groom, and nearly all of them came in couples; enjoying the event as a kind of reunion, they partied together as a group and barely gave a glance in the direction of Helen or myself.

The result was that it did not seem odd that we were companions together for most of the party, fetching each other soft drinks (Helen, of course, was too young for alcohol, and between the thirst from dancing and my greater thirst for the pleasures of the night still to come – and come, and come, I hoped! – I did not want to dull any of my faculties, so we stuck to cola and orange juice). Just once we could not resist an opportunity to slip into a little alcove at the end of the room which was screened by some greenery, and she quickly kissed me whilst I thrust my hand under her short and skimpy black A-line dress, deftly twisting my finger past the gusset of her panties and giving her cunt a few quick rubs. Helen clung to me tightly, giggling and keeping a lookout over my shoulder in case anyone should come into our little bower.

At one point, when leaving the dance floor together after bopping to a fast number, we encountered Helen’s mother, who smiled sweetly at me and said:

‘Victoria, my dear – it’s so nice of you to take care of Helen, we really appreciate it and I’m sure she’s having fun … she looks so happy today, isn’t that lovely?’

I assured Helen’s mother that it was no trouble at all (which it certainly wasn’t), whilst thinking that if she knew quite how I was taking care of her daughter, and quite why Helen was looking so glowing, she would be a lot less pleased about it!

We made our excuses and left the party around midnight, saying that the excitement of the day was catching up with us and we were getting tired. Helen hardly had to act this, for she was yawning away at the end of a day that had been more thrilling and momentous for her than any of her family could have guessed. We parted briefly in the corridor outside my bedroom door, and I whispered to her that it would be unlocked so that when she came back she could slip quickly inside. Her tiredness seemed to evaporate with the marvellous instantly-renewable energy of youth, and she eagerly told me that she would return in ten or fifteen minutes, as soon as she had changed out of her clothes and freshened up. There was no one in the corridor, so I gave her a quick kiss, told her to hurry, and then playfully goosed her ass as she squealed and ran away down the corridor to her own room, almost skipping with delight.

I had just enough time to make my own preparations, and had been lying in bed for less than five minutes, with the light turned down low, when the door eased quietly open and the pretty blonde teen tiptoed into my room. She was barefoot, and wearing a long silky wrap that was well-chosen for both its slim cut and its dark blue colour, which offset her pale skin and long golden hair. Helen took four or five silent steps to the side of my bed, and then tugged open the cord of her wrap to reveal that she was completely nude underneath it. With a graceful shrug of her shoulders, the thin garment sighed to the floor behind her, and for a moment I gazed up in admiration at the slim feminine form before me. Her small A-cup breasts were accentuated by the prominent arousal of her nipples, and the subdued light from the lamp beside the bed sent enticing shadows across the magical curves of her stomach and her taut butt.

I smiled up at her lazily from where I lay in the bed on my side, the white sheet draped over me up to my chest in apparent modesty.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you, my angel’, I whispered, and then I drew the sheet aside and enjoyed the astonishment on the teen’s face. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened to form a silent O as she gazed down at me. I was wearing a strap-on plastic dildo, which I had brought with me in the hope that such a moment might arise – it was by no means the largest in my collection, for after all this was a sixteen-year-old girl having her first full-on fucks, and it was only six inches long and an inch in diameter, but no doubt to Helen it must have seemed gigantic. To set it off, as I have found that wearing some garments with it has an even more sexy effect, my legs were encased in black fishnet hold-ups with a lacy elastic top, and my breasts were displayed in an underwired black plunge bra. I had checked myself out in the full-length mirror a few minutes earlier, before getting into bed and waiting for my pretty visitor, and I knew that I looked really sensual and sexual, with my breasts prominently thrusting outwards and my ripe ass showcased by the straps of the dildo harness running round my waist and down between my buttocks.

Helen seemed almost in awe of the dildo, and reached out tentatively to touch it and feel its smooth shiny surface and hard resilience. She gulped a little nervously at the prospect of taking that length inside herself (having no idea yet of how extensive the capacity of the female body can be), and her eyes were riveted on the plastic rod as I rose from the bed and it swung round towards her like a missile tracking for its target – which was definitely codename cunt. I drew her close to me, which inevitably had the effect of pressing the outthrust plastic rod against the girl’s pussy, and she gave a shudder and a deep throaty groan of desire when it rubbed against her Venus mound.

‘Don’t worry, honey’, I murmured softly in her ear, stroking her long blonde hair, ‘we’ll take it slow and easy, and with plenty of lube in case you’re still a bit sore … that is, if you want this? If you don’t, just say – I won’t mind’, I added, not at all truthfully, for I would have been terribly disappointed if she had declined, but of course I would have accepted it and did not want to push her further than she wanted to go.

I need not have worried – this was one hot pussy-lover in the making, there was no doubt about it. Helen drew a breath, and then assured me in a firm voice that she would love me to take her that way, that she had heard of such things and had tried to imagine what it would be like, but she had never dreamed of finding out for real so soon!

I pulled the sheet off the bed, and then positioned the two flat pillows on top of each other, about one-third of the way down from the headboard. I told Helen to get on the bed on all fours, and then to lower her arms so that her chest rested on the pillows for support, whilst her ass was left sticking up in the air behind her. My God, did she ever look inviting in that pose, and I paused for a second to admire her slender sixteen-year-old frame, with her boyish hips and trim thighs, and her perky little butt offered up for my delight.

I climbed carefully onto the bed behind her, and then used my hands to ease her knees wider apart, so that her pudenda were fully exposed. We had all night ahead of us – I don’t think either of us was expecting, or caring about, getting much in the way of sleep! – and so there was plenty of time for sensuous foreplay. I traced my fingers down her back from her collar-bones, round and over and under her ass, giving little flicking touches to the crevasse between her ass-cheeks and her vagina, which was already parting and oozing with moisture. Next, I ran my hands up her legs, quite gently from her ankles to her knees, and then with a firmer, kneading massage up her inner thighs, until the edges of my hands encounter her pussy and I rubbed them forcefully down her labia.

By this time, Helen’s breathing was coming in little shallow pants, and her back gleamed with a sheen of sweat that was the product of her heightened state and not the temperature of the air-conditioned room, which was mildly pleasant. Her eyes were closed so that she could all the better soak up the sensations from my caresses of her body, and her face wore a beatific smile.

I paused briefly to pick up the tube of lubricant jelly from the bedside table, and smeared a generous amount over the full length of the dildo – and the bit that remained I rubbed onto her labia. Then, savouring every second, I moved up closer to her ass and positioned myself so that the end of the dildo was brushing against the curved base of her pussy. Then I nudged it forwards, and she gave a plaintive moan as just a centimetre of the tip slipped into and out of her vagina, teasing her with its potential for penetration.

It’s true, the young have no patience – after barely 30 seconds of such erogenous stimulus, she began to thrust her pelvis back against the plastic rod, making it enter her further, whilst begging me in a nearly incoherent whisper to take her, fuck her, do her. This was all the green light that I needed, and she gasped as I gripped her firmly with both my hands, holding her just above her hips. I was hot and ready to have this babe in my favourite way – shafting her cunt from behind with a strap-on, doggy-style.

‘Ooooo-ahh! Oh, Vicky, fuck me! Vicky – aaah! fuckme-fuckme-fuckme!! she whimpered, as I slid first one inch of it into her, then two and then three. I was taking it carefully and slowly, and that was far enough for the first insertion – which, encouragingly, had been easier than I had expected. I eased my weight backwards and drew the dildo completely out of her. She gave a strange kind of shudder as it exited completely from her hole, but almost at once I reinserted it – using my hand to guide its alignment and make sure that it was spearing into the right spot.

This time it sank in another inch, and Helen squealed in ecstasy – mingled with a slight note of alarm – as it opened her up inside, cleaving through where nothing and no one had been before. I pulled the dildo out and then pushed it in again, working with gentle insistence to get the whole length into her. She was now taking nearly five of its six inches without any sign of discomfort – in fact, quite the reverse, as she seemed to be revelling in the revelation of the experience.

At this point, I altered my technique: on the backstrokes, I no longer withdrew the phallus all the way – in fact, at least about two inches remained in her pussy. I then began a regime of deeper and firmer thrusts, spearing right into her, until at last I drilled her cunt so far that the base plate to which the dildo was fixed slapped against her ass. From this point, I built up the pace, at first slowly and then – as she showed no sign of discomfort, and every sign of eager lust – I began to shaft her faster and faster, and firmer and firmer.

My final twist was quite literally that – I added a kind of corkscrew motion with my pelvis to my thrusts and withdrawals, on both the inward and outward strokes. I also had the advantage of my position above and behind the supine teenager, and I reached forwards with my right hand to grab a handful of the mane of blonde hair which spilled across her shoulder and back. I used this like the reins on a horse, pulling her head upwards and backwards, and arching her back so that her cunt was in the perfect spot for a real pussy-pounding. Then, I reached under her chest with my left hand, and pulled on her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Helen moaned with a long keening sound, the note of it rising and falling with my thrusts in and out of her; it was muffled only because she had shoved one fist into her mouth and was almost chewing upon it in her frenzy. Her other arm was outstretched, with its hand clawing at the bedsheet for purchase; as I had anticipated, her whole weight was now supported only by the pillows under her chest. I gave a final deep firm thrust with the dildo, and then held it pressed inside her vagina, as her ass quivered against the strap-on’s base plate. With blind instinct, Helen’s pelvis tried to thrust back against the dildo that was impaled inside her, and she cried out sharply in the explosive moment of her release, her whole body shuddering as she came.

I thought for one concerned moment that she had fainted, but after a few seconds of stunned immobility, she drew a long quavering breath as I slowly withdrew the plastic dildo from her body. Once it was free, she gave a deep sigh of well-fucked contentment, and with some grace rolled sideways off the pillows to lie on her back on the bed next to them. I pushed the pillows back up to the headboard, retaining one to cushion my head as I curled up next to her and drew her youthful frame into my arms.

Helen nestled against me, and after a while her breathing slowed to normal pace. We remained like this in contented harmony for a while, but I noticed that her eyes were being repeatedly drawn back to the strap-on, and that her fingers had begun to toy with the sticky rounded end of the dildo. I looked at her steadily for a long moment, and then asked:

‘Would you like to do me? … would you like to fuck me with it?’

Helen almost clapped her hands with glee as she sat up and turned to me, looking suddenly like a little girl who has been offered the free run of the candy store. Her eyes were dancing with curiosity and desire, and she eagerly responded:

‘Oooh! Can I? Really, Vicky, would you like me to? … I’d love to, really really I would!’

I unbuckled the side straps and pulled the harness away from my cunt, and handed it to her.

‘Please do, angel, it would be my pleasure – literally’, I purred, ‘Please … fuck me good and proper!’

She accepted the strap-on with alacrity and I helped her to fasten it on, as the straps had to be adjusted to fit properly over her slimmer hips and ass. When it was in place, she knelt on the bed and gazed down at herself admiringly and almost in disbelief, cradling the projecting shaft of the dildo in one hand and rubbing up and down its phallic length. I kissed her on the mouth, and then whispered into her ear:

‘Fuck me … make me come for you again, just fuck me real hard and make me come for you.’

Helen loved that concept, that my orgasm would be driven by her and would be my homage to her love-making.

‘Oh, Vicky!’ she said in a thick and husky voice, ‘I want you! Oh, God, I want you – and I want to see and hold your lovely breasts as well, they turn me on so much!’

As she said this, she reached for the straps of my bra and pulled them down from my shoulders, so that my smooth round E-cup breasts spilled out of its support. I let the teen’s admiring gaze linger on them for a moment, and then reached behind me to unclip the backband and cast aside the flimsy piece of black lace lingerie. I cupped my breasts in the palms of my hands, their nipples stiffly erect, and lifted them towards my sweet lover as an offering. I felt so electrically charged with lust and the heady anticipation of getting fucked that my voice was reduced to a husky whisper, as I looked my new sister-in-law in the eye and told her:

‘They’re for you, angel, they’re all yours … take them – and take me, fuck me now!’

Helen gave a little shiver and shake, almost as if to check that this wasn’t a dream, and her hands reached for the ripe swell of my mammaries, She kneaded them for a moment, more vigorously and confidently than before, making me gasp and my pussy almost squirt out its soaking wetness, and then she briefly kissed and sucked on each of my nipples, making them feel on fire.

‘Now, Vicky, I’m gonna fuck you now’, she said, her eyes shining with desire, ‘I’m gonna fuck you real good!’

I lay down on my back, my legs spread as far apart as possible, and with a flat pillow under my ass and lower back so that my cunt was thrust up into the air, at a good angle for shafting. Helen knelt between my thighs, and her hand was trembling so much with excitement that it took her three attempts to stick the knob of the dildo into my hole. She was very tentative at first, easing forwards slowly, but my cunt was so wet and aroused and open that the full length of the dildo slid into me as smoothly as a hot knife through butter, catching her slightly by surprise so that she nearly lost her balance.

Helen paused and gazed down at me for a moment, savouring the reversal of our previous roles in my position of sprawled submission beneath her, with her strap-on buried in my vagina. Then she slowly flexed her hips, drawing the dildo upwards and then sliding it down into me once again, all the way until the backplate of the dildo harness was pressed hard against my sticky labia. My mouth opened and my eyes were wide as I gazed back up at her, and I writhed in pleasure from both the physical stimulation and the erotic power of knowing that I was initiating a sixteen-year-old lesbian novice, that I would be the first woman that she ever fucked. Helen’s slow deliberate strokes were driving me wild, and my need was burning me up.

‘Please … oh! please, Helen – faster, do it faster, my angel, please do me harder, oh! – harder!’ I gasped, now utterly and obviously in her power.

From that point, she became more confident and steadily increased her pace, raising and lowering herself above me as if she was doing press-ups, to begin a series of thrusting insertions and withdrawals. This hardly caused her to break sweat, for she was a very fit and athletic girl, her slender arms being all muscle. I knew that she was sporty and played a lot of tennis, and in fact I had been concerned that her tennis coach might have had her cherry before me – they are almost all of them predatory dykes, as I know well, having lost my virginity that way, but hers was either a rare heterosexual exception or had plenty of willing young pussy already. All those practises of forehands and backhands had given Helen a lot of upper-body strength, which she used to remain poised above me whilst she pivoted at the hips and slammed the strap-on into me with ever greater force and pace.

I knew my climax was approaching, and I clamped my hands on her ass, adding my strength to her impaling thrusts, whilst begging her again to do it harder and harder, and to make me come for her. Helen suddenly changed her posture, resting her knees on the mattress and driving the dildo into me at a more horizontal angle, and I shuddered from its passage as it rasped along the walls of my vagina. Now that her hands were freed from the task of supporting her weight, Helen reached forwards for the prize of my breasts. Seizing a nipple in each hand, she squeezed them firmly, paused for a second with the dildo pulled back most of the way out of my pussy, and then with an almost feral snarl she pulled upwards on my tits and slammed the strap-on back into me with greater punch than ever before.

Involuntarily, I released my hold on her butt, and my arms splayed wide, clutching at the crumpled bedsheet. My climax burst upon me like a volcanic explosion, and I gave a harsh tearing cry as my pelvis shuddered and my back arched convulsively off the bed. Helen looked stunned as she was almost lifted upwards, and she gripped my breasts as much to steady herself as to stimulate me further – for I had no need of that now. She rode my climax, some instinct telling her to ram the dildo into me several more times, which caused a series of mini-orgasmic aftershocks. After a long moment of pure blinding ecstatic release, I collapsed back again, completely spent and utterly fucked. I looked up at the startled teen, who was clearly astonished by the effects which she had achieved. I reached upwards, quickly caressing her breasts and flicking her nipples.

‘Wow! That was amazing … brilliant’, I said with complete sincerity; ‘you’re a natural, lover-girl, there’s no doubt about it.’

Helen glowed with pride at this praise, and then the reaction to the excitements and discoveries of the long day caught up with her. She gave a wide yawn, looking suddenly tired out, and I quickly unbuckled the strap-on and set it aside. Now naked, Helen flopped down on one half of the bed, watching me through sleepy eyes as I rolled down and removed my hold-ups. As soon as I was nude as well, I slipped into bed next to her and drew the sheets over both of us. Helen snuggled up to me, and we exchanged soft words and sweet kisses, and she thanked me very prettily for having taken her virginity and showing her so much – to which my very honest answer, once again, was that it had truly been my pleasure! My teenage sister-in-law fell asleep in my bed, her naked young body nestled next to me, cradled under my arm with her small nipples pressed against my side. One of her arms was draped across my stomach with her hand resting on my cunt – she had been playfully stroking my slit when sleep finally overtook her.

As dawn began to break, I woke her up – and gave in to her pleas to take her again with the vibrator before she had to return to her own bedroom. Helen assured me that her vagina did not feel sore any more, but I noticed that she hid a little wince when the vibrator first pushed past where her hymen had been – however, after that, the little minx totally gave herself up to pleasure, bucking her hips upwards against my thrusts. I leant down and sucked and bit her nipples again, until her head went back and she squealed in another bone-shaking orgasm.

After this, it really was time to part, for we could not run the risk of her being seen leaving my bedroom, or of not being found in her own room by her parents in the morning. With aching reluctance – and a few tears, though mainly of happiness, from the sweet teen – we had a quick kiss and hug, before I checked that the coast was clear and she quickly scooted back down the corridor to her own assigned room. We saw each other at breakfast, of course, and sat together – making it look like we had become friends during the wedding celebrations, but of course no more than that. Both sets of parents looked on benignly at the two new sisters-in-law, regarding our companionship as another good omen of friendly feeling between our two families (‘oh, yeah – Mum and Dad, you have no idea!’ was in both our thoughts). Then it was time for Helen to depart with her folks, and I stood with mine in the hotel forecourt to wave them on the their way – and, in a brief moment when everyone else was not looking our way, to blow a kiss to the sweet babe, which she quickly returned.

We have met up regularly since then – mostly without anyone’s knowledge, as fortunately the city where I attend college is only a fifty-minute train journey from Helen’s home town, and on Saturdays she arrives at my room in the student residence in the early afternoon and we make love until she has to catch the last train back in the evening – her parents think she is out shopping or with friends, and then at parties, and they don’t worry as she is always home before midnight. Once we had longer, as her folks were away and she was able to arrive on Friday evening and stay with me for the whole weekend, and I loved every minute of her bubbly vivacious company, as well as the increasingly expert passion with which she fucked me in bed – the little teenage slut loves every lesbian love-making in any and every position imaginable, but most of all she delights in giving me a really hard and deep pussy-pounding with a big strap-on, until I am begging to come for her … and I love that too! In fact, I guess she has become my girlfriend, despite the difference in our ages – and, after all, it’s good to keep these things in the family!

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ALLIE

ALLIE

A sweet memory of mine, with not so much sex at the beginning, but if you bear reading it, you'll understand why I've needed such a long intro…

It's cold – it's winter – it has snowed the hole week…
Now, actually, it's freezing cold…
We are attending I cannot remember what class, when the manager enters and, very politely, explains that The Ministry Of Education has released an order that every pupil and student with ages above fourteen is supposed to participate at removing the snow from the access roads and alleys…
Since nobody is younger than sixteen, of course we are supposed to participate…
So, boys and girls together, we put on our overcoats, hats, whatever, and get into the high school's yard…
We take a shovel each, and start working…
The snow, unfortunately, is already frozen, so most of our efforts are in vain…
If I really hate something, is working in vain, with no results.
I suddenly remember that somewhere in the back, beside the sports hall, I've seen some pick hammers…
I just put back my shovel and leave – the pick hammers are there – I just choose two of them and come back – the manager, a lady in her early forties, who's freezing trying to supervise us, looks at me in bewilderment: “And what do you think that you are going to do with those?!?”
“Maam, I shall just try to break the ice”…
I give one of the hammers to a classmate and, here we are – we break the ice, and the rest shovels it away…
Things go great, until the handyman of the school approaches, obviously furious:
“What is this?!? Are you going to destroy the yard?!? You are compromising the asphalt!”…
To our bewilderment, he approaches the manager, administratively his boss, and starts admonishing her for being a woman and knowing nothing about these things…
Her body language, her face, makes it clear for us that our manager is confused…
At that moment, a “tiny” girl, from another class ( I say tiny since I am 1.9 meters tall, while she's barely 1.6…) approaches the two, with the shovel in her hands, that's obviously huge for her body, and shouts at him: “Well, mister, if you really are so qualified, why don't you just grab this shovel and teach us how we are supposed to shovel ice, without breaking it first?!?”
The guy, obviously surprised, turns towards her and starts yelling and saying words that I won't reproduce here…
He's a predator – if he's had some limits towards his boss, the manager, now he feels he has no limits…
Now, enough is enough! The bloody bastard stays somewhere inside, doing nothing, or eventually caressing his soul with some booze, while we sweat and freeze at the same time…
I just take the pick hammer, put it on my shoulder, and go towards him: “Now, mister, how come that you dare, as a grown up adult, shout like this and use the words that you do, in front of this girl?!? Huh? Or, is it the alcohol that's speaking for you?!?”…
He looks at me with injected eyes, makes two steps towards me, when I just let the pick hammer fall, getting ready to “receive” the guy…
I cannot tell what, since, at school, there is nobody informed about my training – maybe the look in my eyes – makes the guy stop.
He turns towards the manager and starts yelling that he will write reports at the ministry, at the presidency, at God Almighty!…
It's my turn to yell at him: “Man! If you want, starting with next week, latest, to be working somewhere else, in a completely different environment, just keep on saying what you say!”…
He looks at me, but this time, I can see fear in his eyes… I continue:
“We are dozens here! We've all seen your behavior towards your superior! Cool down! Go away! Let us finish what we have started!”…
He mumbles something, nobody can say what, and goes away, waving his hands…
We continue our work, and, in less than two hours, the accesses are clear.
We just get back to our classes, where, to our pleasant surprise, we find cups of hot tea on each bench…
I sip for a while, when the door opens and a teacher calls my name and tells me that I am being expected in the manager's office…
An unnatural silence falls upon my classmates…
They are all looking at me, while I stand up and go…

I knock and enter the manager's office – she's sitting at her large, imposing desk, with lots of papers and a tiny cup – that's not tea, nor coffee, I'm sure…
She smiles at me: “Take a seat, Ovid”.
She stands up, goes to a cupboard, grabs a cup just like hers, than comes back, takes back her seat again, and she opens something behind her desk – I cannot see what – and I can clearly hear her pouring something from a bottle.
Than, she just hands me the cup, than takes hers and fills it again.
“Now, Ovid, after the efforts that you've performed in the yard, compared to your mates, I'm sure that you deserve something stronger”… I smell and taste it. It's cognac.
Than, she reaches her pack of cigarettes, takes one and lights it.
Looking at me, she just asks: “Do you have your cigarettes with you?”
I know that she knows that almost all of us smoke, so I'm grown up enough to do not start pretending that I don't…
She encourages me to smoke… We just stay, silent, for a few minutes.
Suddenly, she starts talking: “Now, Ovid, your initiative has surely saved us probably days of staying out and freezing. I surely appreciate this… The problem is that you weren't supposed, both Allie and you, to interfere between me and the handyman – we are both adults and we certainly do have a different status over here”…
She pauses, grabbing another cigarette and lighting it.
“Still, I want you to know that, as a human being, I truly appreciate what you've both done, and, honestly, I'm not too good at dealing with drunk people”…
She sips from her cup, not before saying cheers…
“Now, according to the regulations, I should expel you for a day, or three – still, your deed forces me to say thank you!”…
I cannot take it anymore: “Maam, if needed, I can talk with my father and he surely will find a way to kick this bastard's ass, and you won't have to be put in the dilemma if to expel my father or not!”
We both burst in laughter…
Than, in a serious tone, she tells me: “ I would surely appreciate if you didn't tell your father about this episode – this guy also has children, his wife is a housewife, and, finally, he hasn't broken things as hard as to cannot be repaired… He will surely come tomorrow morning with lots of excuses… No worries!”
Than, she looks at the contents of her cup, and tells me: “Now, finish your drink and give me the cup, cause I must call Allie and teach you both a morals lesson about respecting the elder ones”…
I just oblige, taking the last sip and handing her the cup.
She hides everything, including the ashtray, than asks the secretary to call for Allie…
In less than five minutes, Allie is inside the office, sitting on a chair that faces mine…
She's slim, tiny, and her high school uniform doesn't even let me guess if she's got boobs, or not…

The lady manager stands up, turns her back towards us, looking outside the window, than, for almost half of an hour, she preaches about respect and all the crap that we were injected with…
Allie looks nowhere but in her lap, making her hands busy with caressing each other…
Suddenly, the manager turns towards us – she looks at me, directly: “Ovid, do you have money on you? Or, better said, how much money do you have?”
Fact is that I've always had money – so I just tell the manager that money isn't a problem…
She continues: “Well, if that is the case, just take Allie to a cafeteria, and explain to her the things that I've told you before her arrival – now go! Run! I'm busy! I have lots of work to attend to!”
While we open the door to leave, the manager yells: “And just be thankful that, this time, I don't expel you!”…

Allie is tiny, she's fragile, we take the bus and go at a cafeteria that I know where they have exquisite sweets…
In just a few words here, I can tell that I have explained to Allie the difficult position of our manager – of course that I haven't mentioned the cognac and cigarettes…
The funny thing is that Allie's father is a prosecutor, so that, according to the law, he can even arrest the bastard…
Finally, we just decide to try to forget the whole thing and we start discussing about mutual friends – we don't have any.
About places we go – completely different ones…
About sex – I'm in, with some experience, while she's still a virgin…
Anyway, she tells me that she's not going to wait for the knight in a shining armor, but her body, being so tiny, has made the boys ignore her, even if, as she knows very well, her aunt is just about the same sizes, and is a happy mother of three healthy children…
Honestly, I'm surprised how open she is about herself and about sex, being still a virgin …
We finally decide to leave the cafeteria, and I just accompany her towards the bus station.
We decide that since we've been sharing so many important secrets, we should be seeing each other again, soon.
We also decide to keep our relation secret, for the sake of the manager and just to keep gossip away…
Our next date will be on Sunday, at a place very close to my apartment – but she doesn't know that, yet…

The air is freezing, but I've arrived, just three minutes before nine in the morning – here she comes, tiny and dealing with the wind that has decided to kill us all…
I just say hello, grab her by her hand, and lead her towards my block of flats.
In front of the elevator, she just asks me: “Are your parents at home? I mean, what will they say about my presence?”
“They are at home, but they won't bother us. Therefore, they just won't say anything”…

My room is expecting us – a bottle of whiskey is right in the middle of the coffee table, on a tray, accompanied by two glasses – I'm a teenager, remember? I just need to show off!…
The tapes with the latest music are ready to roll, at a click of a button…
The minute I start the music, Allie starts dancing – she's real good at it!
We dance for more than half an hour…
She's tiny, but she's surely shiny!…
She takes a seat, than starts looking into my music catalogues – suddenly she jumps: “Vangelis! You have Vangelis! I want Vangelis!”…
“All right! All right! All right! Vangelis it is!”…
After I get the music started, she looks at me, pleadingly: “Can I have a glass of water please?”
“Of course! But what would you say about some orange juice?”
She jokingly applauds: “Better! Much better!”…
I bring two huge glasses with orange juice, and place them on the table.
She wants to take hers, but I stop her: “Wait! Let me treat it first!”…
I open the bottle of whiskey, and pour some into Allie's glass.
“Take a sip – if you don't like it, you can take my glass, with only juice in it”…
She takes a sip, than engulfs some more – she's licking her lips – she surely likes it…
I offer her a cigarette – she's not a real smoker – just for fun, and to be in the trend, with the rest of her class mates…
We are just too young and soooo stupid!…
We sip from our drinks for a while, finish our cigarettes, than I grab her hand and make her sit on my knees – she tenses, but I just don't give her time to say anything – my lips are sealed with hers…
She keeps her mouth clenched, so that I need to grab her jaw with my hand to force her open her mouth…
Finally, she gets the idea and starts cooperating – it's clear that she has never French kissed anybody before…
I'm surprised, but, meanwhile, I just have fun teaching her to kiss.
I can only tell you one thing – she's a good and fast learner…

After an hour or so, in fact after “listening” two albums of Vangelis, our lips and tongues are tired, but really trained at French kissing…

Allie looks at me, smiles, than says: “Now it's your turn to choose the music”…
“Still, I'll let you choose again – but you only have two options: Queen or Pink Floyd”…
I start the music, Pink Floyd, and, when I turn towards Allie, I can see that she's already laying on my bed, with her head on two pillows pilled one above the other – do I have to describe to you the thoughts that are tormenting my brain at that moment? I don't think so! Really!
I take the ashtray from the table, the cigarettes, and get beside her, putting the ashtray between us…
We smoke another cigarette – I mean, I smoke, since Allie is just puffing hers…
After we finish smoking, I take away the ashtray and get back to lay beside Allie.
After some time, she just takes my hand and gently places it on her belly – from the way it moves, I realize that she's breathing hard, with emotion…
I just roll towards her, embrace her, and give her another French kiss…
She stops me after a while: “I am aware that I'm not the owner of some great boobs, but, still, if you look veeeeery attentive, I also have some.” She giggles. “I know that boys looooove to touch boobs, and not only – so, I won't stop you”…
She than embraces me and continues kissing me…
Honestly, I need a few minutes to recover from my bewilderment – I've never before met such bluntness in a virgin girl…
I start slowly, by caressing her tummy, and slowly but firmly, start my way up to her breast.
First I realize that she isn't wearing a bra, which makes me realize that she's really aware that that kind of underwear is not fit for her, yet…
She's wearing a sweater, and a blouse underneath – I raise a little and help her take off the sweater.
I get back to what we've been doing, while I gently unbutton four of her blouse's buttons, than slip my hand under her blouse, straight to her nipple – she jumps, surprised, but I am also pleasantly surprised to find out that she's got really big and erect nipples – small tits, but large nipples! That's all right with me!…
With some often trained moves, I help her make the blouse go where the sweater is, already…
She's now naked, from her waist up, and trembling a little – and it's not because of the room temperature…
First, I let my tongue lick her between the tiny boobs – her stern is panting and her breathing is irregular…
Than I gently take one of her boobs between my lips, and apply a little suction – it's hard and erect.
She's moaning. I let it go, but immediately replace my lips with my thumb and forefinger, while my lips are already working at her other boob…
She's shivering, but desperately trying to stay still – only her hands are frantically caressing my back, my hair…
I keep on caressing her, to make her get used with a strange touch – she's really sensitive…

Now, I'm not gonna wait for an invitation to touch her cunny – I'm sure that she won't have the guts to do that – at least, not today…
I let go her boob, and gently start unbuttoning the button of her jeans -she jumps, and puts her hand on my hand, stopping me.
I look at her in a serious manner: “Allie, I can assure you that I won't try to do anything that you won't let me – but please let me please you!”…
She's clearly reluctant – I can see that animal fear in her eyes…
Still, I continue, and finally, the bloody button gets away from my road…
When I start unzipping the jeans, she's already keeping her feet tightly glued to each other.
I don't say a word, forgetting about her jeans, and getting back to her lips – she's sucking my tongue, as if she wants to swallow it…
I let go her mouth and start kissing her neck, sucking a bit her delicate skin, taking care not to leave bruises – I don't want her to have to explain to her parents what she's been doing…
She becomes more and more agitated, breathing noisy by now, sucking air in her lungs as if she's over ten thousand meters altitude, with no breathing aid devices…
Meanwhile, my hand is pinching her nipple, than, smoothly caressing, it gets down – deep down, under her pants and under her bush – she clasps again her feet together – too late! My finger is already touching her clit, but the strength with which she's keeping her feet glued together surely doesn't let me give her any pleasure…
Still, my finger is down there, and I'm not going to take it away without a fight.
Her face is completely red: “Ppplease take away your hand from down there! I'm dirty! I'm wet! I just hope that I haven't peed!”…
I look at her, smile, than kiss her forehead: “No, honey, it's just the normal moisture of your body as an excited woman – it's no dirt at all! And I can assure you that it has nothing to do with urine!”…
She looks at me, surprised, than I lose her – she's clearly thinking about something that has nothing to do with me…
I just continue: “Look, if now you put your hand in my pants, after so much kissing and fondling, you'll also see that I'm wet too! And I haven't peed! I swear!”…
She suddenly exclaims: “That's why I've become so damp after looking at some porn magazines my parents keep in their bedroom!”
I look at Allie in bewilderment: “Please, excuse me, hasn't your mother told you anything about bees, dogs, rabbits?!?”…
She makes a serious and somewhat sad face: “Not yet. She's told me, though, that we shall have to discuss about sex after I'll be eighteen”…
I simply cannot stop myself: “Darling, after I teach you what I'm teaching you, when you'll be eighteen you'll probably be able to teach your folks a few things about sex and pleasures!”…
We keep on laughing together for a few moments…
Gosh! How STUPID some parents can be!…

I consider the moment too “complicated” to continue, so that I retract my hand from between Allie's legs, raise, decrease the volume of the music and take a sit on the arm chair, lighting a cigarette.
“Now, Allie, please, let's just drink a few of this, and have a small chat”…
Allie comes and sits on the opposite chair, while buttoning her blouse…
I just let her, than start talking to her about lots of anatomy – a good old friend of our family, a doctor, has had the kindness to teach me lots of things since I was younger than fourteen – he's done that when I've confessed to him that I've started my sex life when I was twelve…

Allie looks at the clock and excuses herself – she has to leave.
She dresses properly, than we both get away from my place – at the bus station, we wave good bye and she's gone…
I just have to get back home with some blue balls between my legs.
We have arranged to meet, the same place and time, next Sunday…

ONE WEEK LATER

In spite of the fact that it's winter, it is incredibly warm and sunny.
This time, Allie refuses to come with me at home – she first wants us to take a stroll in the park nearby…
“Look, Ovid, I have taken the decision to lose my virginity”…
Honestly, I'm surprised: “Why, what? You don't yet, have a boyfriend!”…
“So what?!? Haven't you also told me that sex and love may have nothing to do with each other, especially when we talk about sex?!?”
Gosh! This girl is falling for me! And, Gosh! She's sooooo tiny! We aren't fit at all!
“Allie, I simply cannot do this to you! At least, not now!… I can teach you lots of things about sex, but I won't be such a jerk to take away your virginity – I simply don't love you, and I don't want you to be disappointed!”…
I can sense her determination: “You know very well how many friends I have, but, frankly, none of them has treated me like you do!”…
Honestly, the idea of making this girl a woman tickles my balls, makes me feel proud, just like any other young lad would – on the other hand, I really don't want to see her suffer, be disappointed, broken hearted…
I feel the need to postpone the whole deal: “Look, I need to think about it, really! Today is out of question!”
We both come to the agreement that for an entire month she will have to go out with her friends, have fun, whatsoever, and, if afterwards, she will still feel like having her cherry popped by me, it will be a deal…
For the moment, we'll just go at my place and try to improve the techniques of French kissing and other stuff…
Said and done. My room is expecting us – Allie takes care to make sure that the door of my room is locked, than strips, leaving on only her panties.
I just cannot stop myself – I take off all my clothes, leaving my body stark naked.
My dick immediately raises to attention…
Allie is clearly hypnotized by the image of my dick, pulsating in the air…
I just pretend to act naturally and pour some whiskey into the glasses, than take a sit on an arm chair, and light a cigarette.
Allie continues to look at my dick, but finally makes two steps and sits down, on her arm chair…
She's clearly studying the male anatomy…
“Allie, don't stare at me like that! If you wish and agree, I can let you touch it, but I must warn you that if you do, you'll have to learn to please me – and, anyway, I won't let you do it before you get rid of those panties”…
Funny, but when I mention her panties, she blushes…
“Come, come here!Let me help you”…
She installs herself deeper into the arm chair, as it would be an armor for her nudity…
I just jump at her, laughing, grab her by her arms, and make her embrace me. Than I just grab her ass cheeks and lift her, making her lips come at the same level with mine – we start kissing – frantically.
After a minute, I just throw her on my bed, and get started taking off her panties – real hard job – she fights a lot, but finally I manage to have them into my hand…
She retreats into a corner, covering her bush with both hands… Now, this is crazy, really.
I make an angry face, throw her panties towards her, and say: “Here! Put them on, and I'll get dressed, and that's it! Period!”
What is the best weapon a girl can use? Simple! She starts crying,with real tears…
“Oh my God! Come on!”…
Saying this I just jump on the bed and take her in my arms, embracing her, caressing her hair and her back. She slowly calms down, so that I just maneuver her body to lay beside mine.
Than I start kissing her forehead, both her eyes, the tip of her nose, than her lips – she parts them, and we start, once again, a frantic kiss. Meanwhile, my hand is gently touching her tiny boobs, making her suckable nipples come to full attention.
Suddenly, I break the kiss and get down to her nipples – I suck them, lick them, bite them – than I go down, kissing her belly and licking the hole of her belly button.
She's muffling her screams, but lets me…
Now is the moment to give it a try – I place my hand on her knee, and, massaging and caressing, start the journey towards her cunt – she tends to close her legs again, but with a firm voice, I tell her: “Don't!”…
Breathing hard, she whispers: “Now, you're right! I tell you that I want you to make me a woman, but I don't let my legs open for you!”… Than she just giggles.
I touch her gently, part her labia, and find her clit – the moment I touch it, she jumps and starts trembling – I let my finger work down there, while I get my lips and tongue busy with her nipples.
She's caressing my back and my hair with both her hands – she's quite agitated…
I stop for a moment from sucking her nipples: “I'm not sure, but, if we're lucky, you'll just get your first orgasm”…
Her face is red, her forehead is already perspirated, her breathing is out of control.
Still, she finds the energy to ask me: “How shall I know?”
“God! You'll know it for sure! It's just too wonderful and too strong as a feeling, not to notice it!”…
I don't finish my words when she suddenly stops moving, she's tense like a rock, than she yells: “Oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Than she starts pushing forcibly her waist towards my finger – I grab her bush with my palm, keeping the finger at her clit, and push, and grasp, push, and grasp, push, and grasp…
“Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! Ovid, Ovid, Ovid! … Ohhhhhhhhhhh God! Ohhhhhhh! God!!! Yesssss! You're right! Yessssss! You're right!”…
Than she jumps towards me and starts kissing my cheeks, my mouth, my forehead: “Yes! I've never felt this before! And it's fantastic!”…
I probably don't need to mention that my dick is painfully hard, oozing the precum – I just let it lay on her belly, and start humping – she jumps in surprise at first, but immediately calms down and lets me do my thing.
“Now, baby, if you want, touch it, put your hand on it, grab it, help me orgasm too!”…
She touches it, but retracts her hand, in surprise, looking at her wet fingers -I feel the need to mention: “It's just what you also have, that dumpness – touch it! Hold it firm!”…
She complies, and it doesn't take me more than a minute before I explode: “Now don't you dare take away your hand from there! It's my sperm! I ejaculate! It's the supreme moment!”…

Her belly is wet and so is the sheet on my bed…
She's scared: “Gosh! What will your mother say when she sees this mess?!?”
“No worries, I have already prepared another sheet, and this one will go directly in the washing machine”…
“Like hell no worries, you may know a lot about sex, but you clearly know nothing about laundry… Quick! Help me take it away from the bed!”
She grabs the sheet, and asks me to check if she can go at the bathroom.
I lead her there, where she quickly wipes away the sperm from her body, than, with some shampoo and water, washes the sheet.
“Here, now take the sheet and put it on the radiator in your room, while I take a quick shower, than come back cause I don't dare to come to your room naked”…
She may be tiny, as I say about her, but she's a girl of action…
Back in my room, she asks me for an ironing machine – the ironing machine is, normally, somewhere in my parents area…
“Fine! Just tell your parents that I've spilled something on my dress and I need to iron it a little! Think! Ovid! Think!”…
I just go and bring the ironing machine, without seeing any of my parents, so, no explanation needed…
She just clears the coffee table, asks me for the spare sheet, puts it on the table, improvising an ironing table, and starts drying the washed sheet. In half an hour, it's just dry and fresh…
We arrange it on the bed, than bring all the stuff back to normal…
She than looks at me, with a shrewd look, that I've never seen in her eyes before: “Now, Ovid, please bring a towel, a napkin, or a pile of serviettes, cause I want to properly study that messy tool of yours”…

The napkin is at hand, while I'm laid on the bed, with Allie kneeled between my legs, studying my dick.
The touch of her hands make me fully hard again, while Allie is looking at it with that hypnotized look…
“Are you really sure that this can fit down there in me?”…
“Absolutely! Please remember that you are the one who has told me about her aunt and the kids she's got!”
“Yeah, right!” She pauses: “But… what if her husband has a smaller dick, more fit, to say so?”…
“Honey, the vagina stretches – remember that in most cases, babies get out that way!”…
She holds my dick with both hands, approaches her nose, and smells it: “It just smells as the shampoo in your bathroom”…
“Of course! I've just washed it! What did you expect?!?”
“Hmmm… than it should be perfectly clean!”
“… Yes ''' why do you ask?”
“… Well, I've seen in those porn magazines of my parents some women with it in their mouths… “
It's my moment to be bewildered – a virgin innocent girl, that I see, in private, for the second time in my whole life, wants to taste my dick!!!
Who am I to say no to such a proposition?!?
“You can try if you want, but I must warn you that you need to be attentive with your teeth – if you aren't, you may scratch me – it may hurt, real bad”…
“And… are you afraid?” She's looking at me with lust, shrewdness and joy…
“ … Go on! I trust you!”…
She's slowly jerking it, with both hands, and slowly approaches – she starts licking the head with her tongue – it's clear that her parents have some quality porn magazines, or Allie was born to tease cock…
From the way she's licking it, I start having doubts if this girl is really as innocent as she claims to be…
Could this be a prank?!?…
“Now, Allie, get your ass closer to my hand – you also deserve a caresses while you caress me”…
From the speed she turns her ass towards me, I suspect that she's been expecting me to ask her…
Her cunt is wet – real wet! In a second I can feel her cherry…
I start caressing her clit with my fingers, while my thumb is gently caressing her vaginal entrance.
She's on her knees, I'm on my back, so the position is perfect.
The only problem is that I cannot see her anymore while she's sucking my dick…
Suddenly, I realize that she's applying to my dick exactly the same treatment that I've been applying to her nipples… Good girl! Great learner and full of imagination!
From time to time, I just let my thumb get out from the folds of her labia, and gently touch the entrance of her arse – just a light touch…
At the first attempts, she certainly jumps, but, after a while, she somewhat gets used with my thumb over there…
I start regretting that I haven't asked her to steal – borrow, in fact – some of the magazines from her parents dorm…
It's probably obvious to you all that I've only told her about vaginal sex, not oral, nor anal – it only was the first “lesson”, so…
Anyway, my thumb keeps massaging her down there, and, funny, she orgasms again!…
Great! It's my turn now – I make her lay on a side, and start digging a little bit deeper inside her mouth.
To my surprise, she lets me, and somewhat even encourages me…
I'm amazed, and I'm right to be! Now, after so many years and experiences, I've never met a woman, not to mention a girl, so open to sucking dick, and even trying to deep throat, from the first attempt…
I feel that I'm getting close, so that I grab the napkin and put it under her chin. She stops for a second: “No worries! I've seen in those magazines that the ladies take the load inside their mouths!”…
She than gets back to work, with some more enthusiasm, if possible…
I cannot stop myself – I need to say it!
“And, did you also see in those magazines that some ladies use to swallow the sperm?”…
She stops again: Yes! I've seen! And I want to do exactly as they do it!” She gets back to work…

Shit! This is fuckingtastic! One Sunday ago she was just an innocent and ignorant virgin teenage girl, and now, after only one week, she wants her cherry popped, wants to suck the dick AND swallow, and, from the way she accepts my thumb upon her arse, maybe she also wants to try anal!…
“Now, baby! I'm close! Get ready! Take care to have your lips tightly sealed to my dick when you feel the pulsations! Take care where the head aims, so that you don't gag from the jet!”…
She's very attentive, and, to my surprise, she takes it all, than closes strongly her eyes, and I can see how she swallows… Than, she smiles a little, and opens her mouth, showing me that she's got nothing left… Whewwwwww! This is really new to me!…

We go to the bathroom, take a short shower, than come back into my room – she takes her seat on the arm chair and tells me: “Now, if you don't mind, I really need a glass with some whiskey”…
I oblige, she drinks a little, than a little more, than looks straight into my eyes: “Now, Ovid, I've just proven that I'm a whore, a slut, a perv… I just hope you'll remember it when thinking if to make me a woman, or not”…
“You are just sweet, and I love every minute I spend with you!”…
She looks at the clock.
“By the way, about minutes – I'm already late”…

ONE MONTH LATER

After one month, on Sunday, we meet again – she's somewhat different…
Again, she first asks me to take her to the park…
“Men are pigs, Ovid…” I look at her surprised… “I have done exactly as you've told me – I've had fun”,,,
She sighs: “The problem is that even if I've sucked three guys, none of them has had the kindness to try to make me feel good! They've only checked to see if I really was a virgin, than left my cunny alone, focusing only on their personal pleasure”…
I'm appalled, really!
“And why did you accept to suck their dicks?!?”…
She thinks for a while…
“Because I've needed to prove to myself that I can be a woman, or whore, or slut, whatever!”…
I take her home, make her sit, pour some whiskey, and start telling her: “Now, Allie, if you still haven't changed your mind, I shall make you a woman right this morning! The problem is that those so called friends of yours will spread the word around, if they haven't done it yet, bragging that you are a cock sucker, a slut and so on… And I surely am confident that you don't want to be that kind of woman…
Furthermore, just take care! I know that your parents have some connections, but you will surely not make them happy if you go to them and inform them that you are pregnant with who knows who…
So, you need to take care, since, in my opinion, your friends are careless, if they may be called friends at all! Got it?”

She looks at me, than at the carpet…
“I've lied to you – can you forgive me?”
“Lied about what?”
“The only thing that I've sucked was a pencil – I have attended no party, and the only pleasure that I've afforded, all this month, was to masturbate while taking a shower – I think that I've become addicted! I do it even two or three times a day, otherwise I risk to loose my temper!”…
She's crying: “Even now, early in the morning, before coming to see you, I just couldn't stop myself”…
I stand up, go towards her, make her stand, and embrace her…
“It's natural! It only seems that I have opened a gate that should have been opened a little bit earlier”…
She's still crying, but she's embracing me with strength…
“Now, Allie, let's get naked – the bed is awaiting for our sorry asses”…
I help her lay on the bed, and start kissing her…
She stops: “Wait! First of all I need to feel your dick in my mouth! I've been craving for it for an entire month! Pleeeease let me suck it!”
“OK! Go for it!”… What am I gonna do with this girl?!?”
She arranges herself in exactly the same position as last time, so that I start caressing her cunt and ass…
It doesn't take her long to orgasm, only this time, when she was shivering, I've let my thumb slip a little up her arse. Just a little…
I than raise, sit on my knees between her legs, put her legs with their soles on my chest, and, looking in her eyes, I ask: “Ready?”
She just nods, keeping her mouth shut – she's expecting I cannot tell what pain…
She's my first virgin, so that I'm also somewhat unbalanced, but during the month I've asked, including the doctor.
Being wet, the head of my dick enters between her labia with no real effort – natural, I can say – but her vagina needs to be stretched a little.
I know the drill: forward, backward, forward, backward, and so on…
My only problem is that she's been sucking my dick, until she's orgasmed, so that I'm afraid not to finish before the due time.
She's stretched by now, and I can see on her face that every time I push on her hymen, she has a grimace of pain…
I get ready, than suddenly stop: “Now, baby! Hold me tight!”
I throw myself inside her so quick and strong, that even if she would have had a metallic hymen it couldn't have resisted!…
She doesn't yell, as some have warned me – I can only see the tears on her cheeks, while I keep my dick deeply impaling her cunt.
I let her feel the pulsations of my dick. I don't move, but keep it in, and make sure that she won't take me by surprise, running away, or something, as others have told me that it could happen…

I cannot tell if it's been five or ten minutes, but slowly, her vaginal muscles start responding to the pulsations of my dick – mine gives one, hers gives one…
Suddenly, I feel the urge to ejaculate. I take it out and grab a napkin prepared at hand, while placing another napkin between Allie's legs. Than, I just jerk a little, and I explode.
Allie turns on a side, taking the fetal position, with her back towards me.
After I finish wiping, and concluding that no ton of blood has been bled, I lay beside her, and embrace her…
The doc has explained to me that caring, after the traumatizing experience, is the best medicine…
We stay like that for more than an hour – I do nothing, except caressing her hair from time to time, and kissing the back of her head…
After that, I just whisper in her ear: “Beautiful woman, shall we go and take a shower?”
She's startled, surely by the fact that I've called her a woman…
We go to the bathroom, and I can tell that there is no Niagara Falls blood, or something.
I let the water flow into the tub, until it's covering her ass, cunt included…
I just sit on the margin of the tub, watching her… After half an hour of silence, we just go back into my room.
I lay a napkin on the seat of her arm chair, just in case, and let her have some whiskey…
She's still silent – I begin to think that maybe, just maybe, she's having, now, second thoughts…
Anyway, what's done is done…
I look at the clock. That's the first time when she speaks: “Don't worry, I have arranged so that today I won't have to be home until late in the evening – my parents know that I am out of town”…
“Well, if that is the case, what would you say about a sandwich?”
“No, no thanks, I don't feel like eating now”…
Suddenly, she starts laughing: “Do you have ANY idea how many fears I've had about this event?!? And, to be honest, now it doesn't even hurt!”…
I must say something stupid: “You just wait until you give birth to your first child!”…
No one says anything else, so that we just keep on being silent – luckily the music doesn't let us have a pain in our ears…

Finally, she decides to speak: “Look, Ovid, I thank you very much for everything. You are sweet!”
“Gosh! Woman! You thank me for fucking you?!? Are you nuts?!? We both get pleasure from this!”…
“Yeah, right! As if I haven't heard from some class mates of mine that fucking a virgin, for a man, is an ordeal”…
“Your class mates are full of shit!” I'm really angry now…
“Anyway, I need you to do me another favor”…
“Just say it!”
“Next week I'm supposed to go on a trip at the mountains with some very good friends of mine. We should leave Saturday morning, and be back on Sunday evening”…
She looks at me, pleadingly: “I'm absolutely sure that none of them will betray me, so I would kindly like to ask you to aloud me to come here, and spend both days with you, including the night”…
I'm in heaven!
“God Almighty! And… do you really mean that this means that you are asking me for a favor?!?”
She just stands up, comes towards me, so that I stand up too, and we embrace each other…
Touching her flesh makes my dick jump to attention – she briskly withdraws, somewhat scared: “No, please! I've been told that, due to the bleeding, a sexual contact immediately after the defloration isn't a good idea – I may catch an infection – it's just much better if we wait until Saturday, please!”…

Since, honestly, I tend to believe that this story is already too long, risking to get boring, I just won't get into further details…
The following week, we've had a wonderful time together. Allie has become one of my very dear fuck buddies, and she's been fucking with me not only until she's graduated her high school, but also even after she's graduated the university.
And… yes! It has proven that she really loooooved to have the dick up her ass too!
It has first happened when we've spent that first night together – she just wanted to explore everything about sex!…
In fact, later on, whenever I've felt the need to act “wild”, or make I don't know what sexual experiment, Allie was my team mate…
As a peculiarity, she's even let me pump my jizz and fill her nostrils, while she was holding her head upside down, and than she just aspired the sperm from her nose into her mouth, than spit it…
She really was something else!

There were a few times when she's thought that she has found the love of her life, so that, for a few months, we just didn't see each other. In spite of her sexual appetite, she's been quite picky with men, and, once committed, she hasn't cheated on them.

Now, regarding myself, she was the one who has taught me that always, but always, when having sex is safe to have some napkins at hand, just in case!…

She has never introduced me to her parents, and also has been reluctant to meet mine – she kept on calling me her secret lover, and wanted things to stay that way…

After graduating the university, she's found a job in a town very far away from ours, but she's preferred it, since the guys over there were offering an apartment only for her, and also some other advantages.

After a couple of years, she's called me and told me that she's finally found the guy to be her hubby – I've never heard of her, ever since.

THE END

My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 13 – Training of Nadine, Hawaiian girls and Sophia, Spring Break Cruise, Trip to the Cayman Islands, and Furniture Shopping Trip.

My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 13 – Training of Nadine, Hawaiian girls and Sophia, Spring Break Cruise and a Trip to the Cayman Islands.

Character Introduced:

Josie, 14, daughter of Fred and sister of Jolene, white, 5'1 Red Hair Green Eyes 34C breasts
Janice, 14, daughter of Fred Josie's identical twin, white, 5'1 Red Hair Green Eyes 34C breasts
Claire, 12, sister of Jolene twin of Clairice, white, 4'11 Brown Hair Blue Eyes 32D breasts
Clairice, 12 sister of Jolene twin of Claire, white, 4'11 Brown Hair Blue Eyes 32D breasts
Ray, 40, white 5'11, 5” cock
Madison, 36, wife of Ray, white, 5'7 Red Hair Blue Eyes 38D breasts
Grace, 16, daughter of Madison, white, 5'5 Red Hair Blue Eyes 36D breasts
Kelli, 14, daughter of Madison, white, 5'4 Red Hair Blue Eyes 34C breasts
Brooklyn, 11, daughter of Madison, white, 5'2 Red Hair Blue Eyes 32B breasts
Ray Jr., 17, son of Madison, 5'9, 9 ½ cock
Erin, 33, Ben's Lawyer, white, 5'9 Blond Blue Eyes 38D breast
Gary, 24, Ben's Friend Notary Public, black, 12” cock
Charlotte, 32, District Attorney, white, 5'11 Red Hair Green Eyes 34D breasts
Tiffani “Tiff”, 14, white, 5'2, Brown hair and eyes, 34C breasts, swan-like neck
Nicole, 16, sister of Tiff, white, 5'4 dirty blond hair – deep blue eyes, 36D breasts, swan-like neck
Sandra, 36, mother of TIFF, white, 5'6 dirty blond – deep blue eyes, 38DD breasts, swan-like neck
Jessie, 31, real estate agent – Cayman Islands, white, 5'8 blond – light blue eyes, 36DD breasts

From Chapter 12.

Ben then starts to suck on Jolene's pussy and then mounts her and starts fucking her hard. Her sister are watching as they make love. Ben looks at them and tells them when they make the decision to be his slaves that he will take care of each of them. He proceeds to pound Jolene who is squealing in pleasure. “Master, I love you. Please get me pregnant with your baby. Make me yours”. “Baby, you are mine. I protect my women, just asks Laurie or Renee”. When he is done he tells Jolene and her sisters that they are to stay with him and that he is going to get their father to sign over custody to him when he gets back in town. Jolene's sisters thank him and tell him they love it at his house. “Girls this is your house now. I will take care of you”.

Story continues after Ben cums in Jolene's pussy.

“Jolene did you tell your sisters that you are pregnant?” Ben asks as he gets off of Jolene.

“No I think you just did” Jolene says. “Ben, can we suck on BIG FELLA and clean him off?” Josie asks as her three sisters come over and wait his response “Sure”.

They suck and lick on BIG FELLA, until he gets hard again. “Ben, I want to be your slave. I want you to make love to me. Please take my virginity” Josie asks.

“Do all you want to be my slaves?” Ben asks Janice, Josie's identical twin and Claire and Clairice twelve year old identical twins.

“Ben, we have talked to Becky and Jolene about this. We all want to be your slaves. We want to be breeder slaves. We all want to give you as many children as we can. Becky had Doctor Reynolds prescribe fertility drugs to us. We are yours to have. We hate our father and want to belong to you. Please take our virginity and make us women” Claire says.

“Did Becky go over the training with you and about the tattoos?” Ben asks
“Yes Master” Clairice says and her sisters nod.

“Well I will take your virginity today, but training is going to have to wait. I will get Sheila to give you your back tattoos today marking you as my property. I accept you as my slaves. I will train you when we go to the Cayman Islands after the cruise” Ben tells them.

“We are going to the Cayman Island, Master?” Josie asks. “Yes, I will need to get your passports rushed. I will call my friend in the State Department to rush them through. You don't have passports already do you?” Ben asks them.

“No, Master we don't, but I know where our birth certificates are and I can get them if you have somebody drive me to my house” Jolene tells Ben. “I will have Tiffani drive you over there tomorrow. Do you have any idea when your father is going to show up again?”

“No, I really don't care if he ever comes back. You and Becky are my family now. I am now yours Master. As our my sisters, if my father does not agree to sign custody over to you I might just beat the crap out of him until he does. I hate him, he has no love nor regard for us” Jolene tells Ben.

Ben then takes Josie and spreads her legs. He starts kissing her and then sucks on her 34C breasts and then after she moans in pleasure he moves down to her honeypot and starts to suck on her pussy. He licks her slit and then sucks on her clit, when she starts to cum he stops and lifts his head. “Where the hell do you think you are going, Master, get back to work” Josie tells him as she pushes his head back onto her pussy.

Ben, smiling, then starts to suck and lick her pussy and spreads her pussy lips. Ben then starts to suck on her hole and eventually sticks his tongue in her extremely tight vagina. He inches his way until he strokes her hymen. She has the same reaction to this as Peggy, she starts screaming and bucking her hips. Josie starts cuming on Ben's face as he continues his licking of her hymen. “Oh GOD MASTER, that feels SOOOO good” Josie says as he continues his assault on her hymen and pussy. He sucks her to three orgasms and then pushes and erect BIG FELLA past her hymen in one stroke.

“OUCH, GOD DAMN that hurt like hell” Josie says as her new Master pushes all the way to her cervix. Ben stops and tells her “Josie baby, the worst is over. Just relax and get use to the size of BIG FELLA”. Ben stays there enjoying the tightness of her once virgin pussy. After about ten minutes he starts to pump slowly in and out of her pussy. He gradually begins to pick up pace, after about forty-five minutes he begins to really pound her hard eventually he starts to jackhammer her pussy and when he is about to climax he pushes deep and hard until her young cervix gives way and lets BIG FELLA into her womb.

“Josie, are you on birth control?” Ben asks as he is almost out of breath. Josie shakes her head no. “I am going to get you pregnant eventually, here is your first shot”. “Go for it Master, make my sister pregnant. Get all my sisters pregnant” Jolene tells him.

When Ben finally finishes cuming he pulls Josie into his arms and tells her “Josie, baby you are safe with me. You will never ever want for anything ever again. You are part of my family now, and I take care of my family”.

“Janice, your next. Are you ready to become a woman, to become my lover?” Ben asks.

“Yes, Master. Please make love to me. Take my virginity and make me yours” She tells him. Ben grabs BIG FELLA and tells her to suck him back to life. She complies and starts to suck BIG FELLA. Janice licks the head and shaft and then takes the head into her mouth and starts to suck on the head. “Master, your cock is so beautiful” Janice says as she looks up at him while she licks on the shaft and balls.

“Becky honey can you get my pills for me?” Ben asks as she goes to get them she comes back and gives him his supplements and vitamins. “I need to call Abigail and have her refill your supplements and bring home you vitamins, you are running out” Becky tells him as she picks up the phone.

Ben is erect and puts Janice on her hands and knees. He separates her legs and pushes BIG FELLA into her tight fourteen year old virgin pussy. “OW, Master, please go slow” Janice tells him as he pushes to her hymen. “Baby, you are mine. This is going to hurt a little when I take your cherry, it will get better. I love you baby and I am going to take care of you” Ben tells her as he pushes past her hymen and then thrusts all the way to her cervix. Jolene comes over and sees her virgin blood on her thighs, “Sis, you are now a woman. Ben's woman, I love you we are going to be so happy here with our new loving family”. Ben starts to stroke her harder and faster. He does this for about fifteen minutes and Janice yells,“OH GOD, MASTER. You are making me cum. God this feels great”. Ben pounds little Janice for another hour before he pushes BIG FELLA past her cervix and starts to stroke her womb. After he deposits his load inside her womb he exits her pussy with a large pop sound.

“Baby, you are now a woman” Ben tells her as she rolls to her side, “No, I am your woman. That was fantastic”.

Sheila comes in and asks Ben who needs to get tattooed. “Let's start with Joe, then Emily and Julia, finally Jolene needs to get all her tattoos done also. Her sisters here need to have “Property of Ben Barnes” tattooed on their lower back. Joe needs to have “Becky's Toy” tattooed on his upper arm. “Mr. Cunnilingus” tattooed on his lower back and “Pussy-Licker” tattooed on his chest. He also needs to have his tongue pierced in three places, nipples and scrotum also pierced along with his ears. Emily will show you”.

Sheila takes Joe, Emily and Julia to the dining room and sets up her equipment and starts with Joe. It takes her two hours to complete Joe's tattoos and piercings and moves on to Emily and then Julia. When they are done with their piercings and tattoos they come back to the pool area and show their master. “Thank you Master for my tattoos and piercings” Julia says to Ben with a lisp. Ben is pounding on Claire at that moment, she is moaning and groaning as he strokes her long and deep. He is pounding the cervix in her twelve year old pussy. “You are so welcome my sweet Julia, welcome to the family. I love you and so does everybody else here. How do you like Joe's tattoos and piercings ladies?” Ben asks.

“Well Ben, I like them. Although he needs to put his collar and leash back on. And then come back over here and suck on my pussy” Becky tells her husband as everybody sees Joe jump and put on his collar and leash and run over to Becky.

“Mistress Becky, please let me have the honor of eating you out” Joe asks her with a lisp. Becky spreads her legs and Joe goes to town on her slit and young pussy. He lifts his head and looks at Ben. “Thank you Master, you made me a very happy man. I will take care of your women with my tongue” He looks at Becky and smiles as he goes back to work. He works hard at getter her off. He makes her come twice sucking all her juices down. “Mistress can I have another orgasm please?” Joe asks her. “You are asking me if you can give me another orgasm?” Becky asks him. “Mistress, it is my pleasure to give you as many orgasms as you will let me. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy” Joe tells her.

“I think I like my present Ben” Becky tells him as Joe goes back to town on her pussy. “Joe from now on you will always be at Becky's side, especially when I am not there. You will do what she tells you. Do you understand?” Ben says to Joe as he puts the thumbs up to him.

“Master, I think Joe loves his new job” Emily says with a smile. Ben finally pushes through Claire's cervix and starts to fuck her womb. “OH, Master I don't know where BIG FELLA is but he is really deep inside me” Claire tells him. “Claire, baby, I am in your womb. This is where I am going to give you my seed. You are now mine” Ben says as he starts to groan. He cums in her womb for ten minutes and then pops out.

“Janet, Tiffani can you bring down the air mattresses and set them up in the living room. I am going to sleep in there the next couple of days. Tomorrow I start my training of Nadine, Sophia and the Hawaiian girls” Ben asks them.

“Master, take it easy on yourself. Do not over work yourself or BIG FELLA. You have all the time in the world to train these girls. They are not going anywhere” Tiffani tells him.

“Master, I am yours. You can train me whenever” Sophia tells him, “As long as you keep fucking me on a regular basis. I love my family here and I am not going anywhere unless you kick me out”.

“I am staying also, but you need to get me pregnant with my mother and my friend Master” Nadine tells him.

“Tiffani, mother, I will take it easy. I am going to make love to Clairice now. Are you ready, Clairice? Their is no rush you do not have to do this if you do not want” Ben says

“Ben, I am ready, I want to be apart of the family” Clairice says.

“Clairice, you do not have to have sex with me to be part of this family. I will take care of you as I will all of your sisters. If you want we can wait until you are ready. Know this, you are loved and we all will love you for the rest of your life” Ben tells her.

Clairice has tears in her eyes as she tells her new Master “I want you, I really do. Please make me a woman. Your woman, I want you and only you, no one else”.

“Clairice, baby you are my woman, I will not let anybody else make love to you if you do not want to. That goes for all my women. You are mine. Now if you don't mind, come here and suck on BIG FELLA and get him hard” Ben tells her as she comes over and takes BIG FELLA into her hands.

“Master, who gave your penis that name? You did not do that did you? It is appropriate but a little strange” Clairice asks. “My dear loving wife, Becky. She is the one who gave my cock that name and had it tattooed on the top of it” Ben tells her. Julia, Emily and Nadia and Nadine giggle “Master, you really love Becky don't you?” Nadia asks “With every fiber of my being, she is my north and my south. My beginning and my ending. All this is possible because of her” Ben says as he looks over at his wife having another orgasm from Joe's working her pussy. “Are you enjoying my gift my love?”

“Oh, GOD yes. I need to share him with my mom and the rest of my sisters. He is getting better at it as he goes along. Joe, one last orgasm and that is it for the night” Becky says.

Joe lifts his head from his mistresses pussy and says “Yes, Mistress Becky. Thank you for letting me pleasure you today” and he goes back to eating her out.

Tiffani comes over and sits next to Becky as Ben is getting a tongue bath from Clairice. Clairice is licking BIG FELLA's shaft and balls she then opens her mouth and starts to suck on the head of BIG FELLA. She looks up at her new Master and he tells her “You are doing a great job, suck and swallow. Try to get it down your throat”. She does as she is told and she tries to get BIG FELLA down her throat. Ben then puts his hand on the back of her head and tells her to swallow as he pushes her head down on BIG FELLA. He keeps telling her to swallow as he feels BIG FELLA entering her tight throat and he begins to push harder until she is at the base. He lifts up and he lets BIG FELLA out of her throat and she starts breathing through her nose. “A couple more times sweetheart” he tells her as he pushes her head back down on BIG FELLA. He does this a total of ten times and then tells her “do it again on your own” and she does.

“Very good my love” he tells her as she takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. “Master, you didn't cum yet?” Clairice says. “Baby, I am going to cum in your womb and nowhere else. Spread your legs for me”. She does and he starts to suck on her pussy, he then sticks his tongue deep inside her pussy and strokes her hymen. She immediately starts to cum. When she is cumming he pushes an erect BIG FELLA into her pussy and past her hymen bottoming out at her cervix.

“OW, that hurt a little. BIG FELLA feels so big inside me Master” Clairice says as she starts to move her hips. “Fuck me Master, this feels good”. He does for a couple of hours until he pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside her womb.

Meanwhile, Joe finishes up with Becky and moves on to pleasing Tiffani. “I am going to share my toy with all my sisters” Becky tells everybody there. Joe lifts his head “Thank you Mistress Becky, I love my job, Miss Tiffani if I can do anything better, please let me know”.

Ben takes Jolene and her sisters to the living room. As Sheila is getting done with Reanna's sex minx tattoo he tells her that these four need their “Property of Ben Barnes Tattoos” on their lower backs and their name on their shoulder. When you girls are done come over to the mattress and join me an Jolene”. Ben then goes over and lays down with Jolene and starts making out with her. He starts at her mouth kissing her passionately then works his way down her throat and to her ample 36D breasts, licking, sucking and squeezing them. “Thank you for giving me your sisters, they are quite beautiful. I will take care of you all” Ben tells her as they watch the sisters get tattoos. “Master, you are going to have to take it easy on my pussy, I am pregnant. Please be careful and don't go too deep” Jolene tells him.

“Thanks for reminding me, that is great news. I look forward to seeing our babies grow up strong and healthy. I hope they look like you my love. I plan on breeding you and your sisters, I am thinking on keeping you guys pregnant all the time, What do you think of that?” Ben asks her.

“We will give you as many children as you want, My Master, My love. We are yours to do as you wish. Lets see how our first pregnancies go. I wish you would continue to make love to me and give me BIG FELLA every chance you get. I never want to see my father again. I really despise that man, from now on I am going to call him Fred. He no longer is my father” Jolene tells him. Ben is erect and spreads Jolene's legs and inserts BIG FELLA into her and starts to stroke her pussy. Nadia comes in and lays next them and asks “Master, I need a couple of loads in my womb. I am not pregnant yet”.

“Nadia, we have plenty of time to give you a couple loads. You will be pregnant soon enough. I will have sex with you next” Ben tells her “Thank you my love”. She lays there watching the two of them enjoying themselves and starts to play with her pussy. When Josie is done she comes over and starts to suck on Nadia's pussy.

Jolene looks up at Ben “You really have it rough Master, all these women that crave your love and want to please you and have sex with you. I love you Ben Barnes”. Ben continues to stroke her pussy with long deep strokes making sure he does to penetrate her cervix. He tells her he loves her as he climaxes and then rolls off of her. Janice comes over and starts to suck on Jolene's pussy as she is starting to leak cum, “No reason to waste Master's seed!” she says to her sister. Ben lays there and rolls over to kiss Jolene. “Master, I hope I have a girl so I can name her after my mother Salena. I miss her so much. I know she would love you if she was here, you are so loving and caring”.

“Janice, Josie do you like your tattoos? You can get any tattoos you want on your back, I will have Sheila bring over her portfolio after you get trained” Ben tells them.

“Yes, Master, Can we getting a hummingbird tattooed on our shoulder?” Josie asks. “Josie, I want all five of you to get a hummingbird on your shoulder blades. I want the four of you to get your names on your left arm” Ben tells them. And Josie, Janice and Clairice comes over and thank their new master. Claire is getting her “Property of Ben Barnes” tattooed on the small of her back. “Sheila can you do a hummingbird tattoo?” Ben asks. She gets up from tattooing Claire and draws a picture of a hummingbird. “Do you like this one?” They all agree. “Can we get “Ben's Hummingbird” underneath of it, Sheila?”. She nods yes as she continues with Claire. When she is done with her first tattoo she starts the hummingbird tattoo, then puts her name on her left shoulder. “Clairice, your next” Sheila says.

Ben calls over to Viki's house and invites her to the mansion for the weekend. He then calls Crystal and Martha's houses and tells them to be over at the mansion for the weekend. He then calls Kiki, Kali and Mami and tells them they are going to get trained in the morning along with Nadine and Sophia.

Ben then takes Nadia into his arms, “Are you ready my love?”. “Master, I am always ready for you. I love you” She tells him as she kisses him and then moves down his body showing him with kisses, she then reaches his groin and kisses the head of BIG FELLA. She licks around the head and then in one stroke pushes BIG FELLA down her throat. She works on BIG FELLA for about fifteen minutes trying to get him hard. When he is finally hard, Ben pulls her over and puts her on her back with her legs over head. He then pushes BIG FELLA into her warm pussy and starts stroking her long and deep. “OH, MASTER, BEN GIVE IT TOO ME. Pump your will SLAVES PUSSY. There you go pump it. OH GOD I AM CUMMING” Nadia screams as Ben hammers her relentlessly for two hours and then pushes through her cervix.

“Nadia, sweetie, are you ready for your load” Ben says to her almost out of breath. “Yes my love give it too me. I am fertile. Give me a baby” is her response as he starts cumming and he cums hard having taken his supplements before his session with Nadia. It takes him fifteen minutes before he stops cuming inside of her womb. He exits her womb and Nadine comes over and cleans off BIG FELLA. Nadia passes out, as Ben goes to sleep with the humming of Sheila's tattooing needle. He has Jolene and her sisters next to him.

The next morning Ben wakes up with a soreness, he looks down on his chest and it is tattooed. He goes to the bathroom and looks in the mirror. The tattoo reads “Ben Barnes – A fucking GOD” with a man on a throne. He shakes he head and wonders which one had that idea?

He finishes his business in the bathroom and goes back out to the living room, Sheila is gone, she probably thought she going to be in trouble. His lovers are still asleep on the air mattress he looks down and sees Jolene cuddling with her sisters Janice and Josie, Nadia has Nadine on one side and Claire and Clairice on the other side. He goes upstairs and finds Becky, Laurie, Abigail, and Mandy sleeping in the Master bedroom he goes and takes his pills and puts his cock ring on. For the first time in a long while he has to stroke BIG FELLA to get him hard. He is stroking him as he goes back downstairs. He is hard when he puts Nadine on her stomach with her butt in the air. He then licks her slit and puts lube on BIG FELLA and then pushes deep inside of her which elicits a loud moan. “OH, Master that is one hell of a way to wake up in the morning” Nadine says.

“Baby, it is time for your training and to make you pregnant” Ben tells her as he begins to push BIG FELLA deeper, harder and faster into her young twelve year old pussy. Ben thinks to himself he has made love to this girl at least a dozen times and her pussy is still so tight. He then feels Nadine start to squeeze on BIG FELLA. She has learned how to use her PC muscles to contract on him. He then starts to jackhammer her. He fucks her for a good hour before pushing past her cervix and dumping a huge load inside of her. He pulls out and tells her “One down, nine to go my sweet little dove. Who taught you how to use your PC muscles?”

“Master, Mistress Becky has been instructing us from a book she bought from the adult bookstore. Did you like it?” Nadine asks as Ben gets up to get a drink. “Yes my love it was great. Do you want some just?”. “Please, Master”

Becky walks downstairs and kisses her husband. “Becky, whose idea was this?” Ben asks her. “Honey it was one of your lovers. We all think of you as a god, that is “A FUCKING GOD”.

“So which one of you had this put on me? Tell me” Ben says. “It was Laurie's idea. Don't be upset. She loves you and wanted this on you to remind you of how much we love you and respect you”.

“I am not upset, I wish she would have asked me before having Sheila tattoo me while I slept. How did she get it on straight” Ben asks. “We held you down”.

“You girls are sneaky little devils” Ben says as Laurie comes into the living room. “So started without the rest of us, Master. I could hear Nadine all the way upstairs” Laurie says. She comes over and kisses her husband. “I love you honey, love that new tattoo. You god you” Abigail and Mandy follow her they both kiss their Master and then kneel before BIG FELLA and take turns sucking and licking on him. “Need to get you up for the next round BIG FELLA. You got a long week ahead of you. Five beautiful girls want every ounce of you inside of them” Mandy says. Kiki, Kali and Mami come in “Master, we are not on birth control and Becky has put us on fertility drugs. So you are going to get us pregnant also. We probably won't get the massage parlor started for another year so we might as well get started on having children” Kiki says as her friends shake their heads in agreement.

“OH, Shit does all my women want to get pregnant?” Ben ask rhetorically.

“Hell yes, we all do. Well I don't right now but I in two years yes. But the rest of your girls all want to get pregnant and give you children. Most want to give you at least five or six. Becky wants to give you at least ten. How about you Nadia, Nadine?” Laurie asks
Ben is erect and pushes back inside of Nadine “I think I am up for at least fifteen births, I hope to have twins a couple of times” Nadine says, “I want to have at least five more children, Laurie. I never wanted Nadine to be an only child. Now we will be pregnant together and raise our children together with our best friends. It is going to be a little strange holding my son or daughter along with my grandson or granddaughter, but I will get use to that”

While they talk Ben continues to pound on Nadine. He fucks her for and hour and then comes in her womb. He does her eight more times that day before taking a nap. “Nadine, that was the shortest time I have ever trained a pussy. Just under twelve hours. You have one fine pussy, I want all my girls to exercise their PC muscles”.

He sleeps for about four hours and is awoken by Sophia sucking on BIG FELLA. “Time to get up BIG FELLA, time to train my pussy”. Becky comes in and gives him his pills and twelve supplements. BIG FELLA is erect and ready, as Sophia straddles her Master. “Let me ride the first one my love” she tells him as she starts to grind on BIG FELLA.

“Master, thank you for saving me from my nightmare ordeal with my father. I hate him for prostituting me to pay the bills because he was too lazy to get a job” Sophia says. “Sophia, my love, I love you with all my heart. I am going to take care of you. You are loved and will be loved for the rest of your life. Our children are going to grow up to be strong and independent. They will have the best of everything”.

Ben rolls her over and then in one hard thrust pushes past her cervix and into her womb. He pounds her womb a very long time and finally cums hard. He doesn't exits her pussy he just keeps stroking her pussy until he is hard again and then goes to town again.

“OH GOD YOU ARE AMAZING” Sophia yells. “Master, I am not on birth control. If you get me pregnant you get me pregnant. I am not going to take birth control ever again”.

“OK, sweetheart, we will roll the dice” Ben says. “Roll the dice, I am a winner no matter what. I get pregnant I am happy, I am getting the ever living shit fucked out of me by the man I love. I am a winner no matter what” Sophia says as she starts to cum.

“Master, we are all so lucky to have you in our lives. We love you and care for you” Nadia says as Julia, Emily and Joe come in. “Joe, I told you to stay beside your mistress at all times” Ben yells at him as he continues to pound Sophia.

“Sorry, Master I fell asleep by the pool and just got up. I am so sorry that will not happen again” Joe says as he still has his collar on, he gives Becky his leash. “Mistress Becky, Please forgive my transgression” Joe asks with a tear in his eye. “It is OK, Joe. Don't let it happen again. Let me show you where the Master bedroom is and where you will be sleeping. I think we should get you a large dog bed to sleep in by the foot of the bed, what do you think Ben?” Becky says. “That sounds like a wonderful idea” Ben says.

Ben continues to pound on Sophia and finally cums in her womb. After he is finished he exits her pussy and goes takes a dip in the pool to revive himself. He comes back in about fifteen minutes and tells Becky, Laurie and Nadia to join him with Sophia. He puts Sophia on her hands and knees.

“Nadia get under Sophia and start sucking on her clit. Becky and Laurie suck on her breasts as Julia sucks on BIG FELLA and gets him hard” Ben tells his girls almost immediately Sophia starts to cum. When BIG FELLA is hard Ben pushes his cock deep inside of Sophia's sopping wet pussy. He fucks her with long deep strokes, he hits her cervix with every stroke as Nadia sucks on her clit and Becky and Laurie suck on her nipples squeezing her ample breasts.

He fucks her like this for an hour before pushing through her cervix again and start pounding her womb again. He dumps his third load inside of her womb.

He continues this assault on her pussy another seven times. The ladies switch around after every other turn. When Ben is done Sophia tells her lover “Thanks for training my pussy, I love you” and then passes out. Ben then goes takes a shower and then goes to bed in his bed with Becky, Laurie and his bed slaves after taking his pills. He wakes up ten hours later and starts over with Kiki.

Ben fucks Kiki, Kali and Mami the same way as he did Sophia. He takes a day to fuck each one ten times. He then, after taking a day off, gets Nadine on her hands and knees and pushes BIG FELLA inside her anal ring. She lets out a loud scream as he stretches her ass out.

Ben pumps her little ass long and hard for about forty-five minutes each time. When he is ready to cum he pulls out of her little ass and pushes deep inside her womb and lets his load go there. He does this ten times and then takes a nap. He does the same thing with the rest of his trainees. After he completes their training each of them kiss their lover and tell him “Thank you for training my ass, Master. It is yours whenever you want it”.

After he finishes with the last slave he goes to sleep with all of them cuddling with him. He is awoken by Sophia sucking on BIG FELLA. She makes him cum and then tells Ben “It is time to start my oral training”. She has talked to Renee and Sarah they have given the new girls their trick on how to make Ben come fast. She makes her Master cum hard every thirty minutes. After ten hours it is Nadine takes her turn. Every three to four hours either Becky or Laurie comes in and brings him his pills and supplements with a snack to keep up his strength.

“Becky, I like this. They get me off faster this way. They still deep throat BIG FELLA, but it does not take forever like it did before” Ben says to her as he looks down at Nadine sucking on BIG FELLA. “What a beautiful sight, sweet little Nadine sucking on BIG FELLA” Becky says.

This continues until all his trainees are done with their training. Becky has already called Sheila and she arrive while Mami is still completing her training.

“Sheila, I want a flock of doves on Nadine's back, she needs all of her tattoos as does Sophia, Kiki, Kali and Mami when she is done. When you are done with tattooing them I need to talk to you in the den” Ben tells her. When Mami is done with her training, Ben gives her a soda to wash down his seed and then kisses her and tells her that she did good. Ben then goes into the den.

When he arrives in the den he calls his military supply person and asks him, “Hey I was wondering if you had those RFID chips ready yet? You know the ones that can track a person worldwide through a GPS location device”.

“Ben, Yes we have them for our exclusive clientele like yourself. They are expensive, the chips cost 5k each and the GPS system is 25k with hand held units going for 10k” the supplier states.

“I need a hundred chips, instructions for my doctor to surgically implanting them, one GPS system and three hand held units. How soon can I get them?” Ben asks

“That is 555 thousand dollars and can be ready in three months, Mr. Barnes” the supplier tells Ben.

“Make it in thirty days and I will give you a 45k bonus, if you are later than ninety days I will subtract 10k each day. I will have a contract on your desk tomorrow” Ben says.

“I will have them to you in a month, Mr Barnes. Anything else I can get you?” the supplier asks.

“I will need some weapons in the September time frame. I will get back to you on this” Ben tells him.

Ben then calls Jamal and talks to him about stepping up the hiring of the security force for his new mansion. He tells him he is going to start the hiring in July. He is looking for at twenty five female guards for his women, and seventy five to patrol the grounds. He is going to put an ad in the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, LA Times and Miami Herald. He is also going to put it on the Monster and LinkedIn. He is going to town tomorrow and getting a mailbox and giving him the key to go through the applications. He asks if he is available to meet tomorrow, Jamal tells him he is at his disposal. Ben tells him to meet at Antonio's at 1 the next day.

Ben goes and gets something to eat and drink. While he is doing that he walks by and looks in on the tattooing. He gets Becky and takes her into the den.

“Becky, I am starting to hire security for our new Mansion and grounds. I intend to hire twenty-five female guards to escort my ladies. Their are guard stations being built around the compound and at the front gate. In total we are going to have a hundred guards patrolling the grounds. I am going to check on the construction tomorrow morning and then I have a meeting with Jamal. I love our new additions, Jolene and her sisters. I think they are going to make excellent slaves. What do you think?” Ben asks her.

“I think they are quite lovely and very willing to please. They really need to be cared for, they have been neglected for so long. I thought I hated my father, but they really despise theirs. What are you going to do with Sheila?” Becky asks.

“I think she should be punished for giving me this tattoo on my chest without my consent” Ben tells her.

“What did you have in mind?” Becky asks. “I was thinking about fucking her brains in. It has been a while since I tattooed her ass” Ben tells her in response. Ben then goes takes a shower and gets cleaned up.

When the last slave trainee is tattooed Sheila comes into the den and asks “Ben how can I help you?”

“Did you give me this tattoo on my chest?” Ben asks.

“Yes, I did. Laurie requested it and she told me she discussed it with you before hand” Sheila responds to his question.

“I never approved it and did not want it. I think you need to be punished. Get over here and take off your clothes and bend over the table.

She does and does not know what is coming next. Ben has his cock ring on and has his lovely wife get him hard. He then walks behind Sheila and pushes BIG FELLA deep inside of her ass. “Sheila, I am going to pound your ass”. He precedes to fuck her hard

“Oh, Master please punish me I have been a very bad girl. FUCK MY ASS!!!!” Sheila says. Ben pounds her ass for three hours and takes BIG FELLA out of her ass and then tells her to swallow his load.

“Yes, Master, my love” Sheila tells him and starts to suck on BIG FELLA. Ben cums down her throat. Sheila gets up and thanks him for punishing her. She kisses him goodnight and then Becky.

After the training of Kiki, Kali, Mami, Sophia and Nadine is completed Ben takes the girls to his room and sleeps with them. He tells them that they are loved and that he can only be married to Becky, but he loves each one as his wife. He give each one an engagement ring and then gives each one a wedding band. Ben tells each one “I will love, honor and cherish you until I die. You are now mine for all eternity”. They all go to sleep with their new husband, the kiss him goodnight and each other good night. They sleep for twelve long restful hours.

******** Confrontation with Fred ********

Ben is awoken his usual way, with a soft pairs of lips on BIG FELLA and his girls are sucking on BIG FELLA as other are kissing him on his chest and lips. “I love you Master” each one tells him as they look at him in his eyes. After he has cum, which is in Sophia's mouth, they all go and take a shower together.

Becky comes in and informs Ben that Fred was spotted back in town. Ben tells her to get everybody cleaned up and dressed. He is going to the den to make calls, he is going to call his lawyer and his friend who is a notary public so that he can witness the documents that are going to be signed by Fred. He then is going to call Fred.

Two hours later the Ben's lawyer comes in, Erin, Ben introduces her to Becky and Laurie and then the rest of the girls. Becky notices the Queen of Spades tattoo on the back of her neck and shakes her head.

Erin rubbing Ben's crotch “Ben, it has been to long since I had some of this. Do I have time to give you a blow job?”

“Erin, you have to ask my wife Becky's permission” Ben tells her. Erin looks at her pleading with her eyes. “You do have a clean certificate on you right?”.

“NO, I don't. I have not had sex since the last time I had Ben” Erin tells her.

“Damn, that was over three years ago” Ben says. “Way to long, Once you have had Mr. Ben Barnes every other man pales in comparison” Erin says. “OK, you can give him a blowjob. But I need you to get a certificate from Dr. Reynolds” Becky tells her, “I need to protect the family”.

“OK” Erin says as she kneels down and unzips Ben's pants and unleashes Ben's massive cock. “Damn, Master when did you get this tattoo? And who named you wonderful cock BIG FELLA” Erin asks as she takes BIG FELLA into her mouth.

“Oh, last summer and my lovely wife coined that phrase and had it tattooed on my cock” Ben says as Erin gives the thumbs up. She sucks him long and hard and after a half hour Ben cums down her throat.

“Master, I need to have him on a regular basis, I am thirty-three now and am not getting any younger. I want to have children, your child seeing as though I want no other man in me. We can talk about this after we get done with this Fred character. Where are his daughter's?” Erin asks.

“They are sitting right there” Ben says pointing to them on the couch. “They are all my slaves, Fred is going to give them to me one way or another”.

“Erin, we are never going to live with him again. Ben is our family now, we live here from now on. He will sign us over. Ben has information on him that is incriminating to him, if that fails I will beat the crap out of him” Jolene tells her as her sisters nod in agreement.

“You had sex with all these pretty girls already, Ben?” Erin asks. Before she can answer they all turn around and lift their shirts and show Erin their “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on their backs. “Yes, I have popped their cherries, in their vagina's at least. I also have trained Jolene fully and she is pregnant with my child” Ben tells her. “I am not giving them up. I will kill Fred first”.

“Master, it will not come to that” Erin reassures him as Gary comes into the room. “Erin you remember Gary right? Girls this is my friend Gary, Gary these are my newest girls Jolene, Josie, Janice, Claire and Clairice”.

They hear a knock on the door and it is Fred. Fred is escorted into the room. He sees his daughter's and asks

“Mr. Barnes, What are my daughter's doing in your house?”.

“Well Fred, you left them by themselves for over five weeks. Jolene brought them here and they have been staying here ever since. You have not called to check on them in all that time. I have papers here for you to sign custody of them over to me. I will take care of them from now on” Ben tells Fred.

“Do you really think I am going to let you take my daughter's away from me?” Fred says.

“Fred, this is my lawyer. I have not call child protective services yet, because I do not want to cause my girls anymore trauma than necessary. Sign these papers and let's be done with this matter and you can go back to chasing those women and gambling your car dealership away” Ben tells him.

“Fred, sign the fucking papers. We are not going back to that house with you. We live here. This is our home and our family now. Sign the papers and let us go, you don't love us anymore now that mom died. Be done with it. We are happy now, we have family around us that love us and care for us. We have food now and do not have to fend for ourselves. Sign the papers now” Jolene says.

“You girls all want this?” Fred says with a tear in his eye. He signs the five documents that give custody to Ben. “Just so you don't come back and try anything. I know that you are in financial trouble and are about to loose the Ford dealership. If you come back at us I will use that information to send you to prison. If that does not deter you watch this. These are friends of mine who took care of a little issue I had with one of my girls captors” Ben says as he plays the video of Renee's rescue. “I take care of my family. If you cause me or my girls any trouble whatsoever, I will have you exterminated with prejudice. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes!” Fred says in response.

“Oh, By the way, I am Ben's lover and am going to have his child” Jolene says.

“We all are his lovers and we all are going to have his children, many many children. Remember if you cause us any problems our Master will kill you. I told him he should kill you after you sign the custody documents, but he said he will let you live with your disgrace” Josie says.

“I never want to see you again, Fred” Claire says and they all agree “Goodbye, asshole”.

Ben escorts Fred out the front door. He tells him he will take care of them. Fred drives off and Ben comes back into the room. Gary notarizes each document.

Jolene asks Ben “Can we show Gary our appreciation?”. “What did you have in mind?” is Ben's reply. “A blowjob from each of us”

“You are clean right Gary?” Ben asks and he produces a clean HIV/STD certificate. “I knew I was coming over here so I had the doctor check me out”.

“GO for it girls” Ben says as he goes talks to Erin with the documents in his hand.

“Damn, it must be true what the say about black men. They are all hung” Josie says as they check out Gary's 12” cock. They all give him a blowjob. Gary bust a nut five times before he leaves.

“Ben, I have never busted a nut five times in such a short amount of time, thank you girls” Gary says.

“Well you need to rest up. Girls would you like to have sex with Gary this weekend to really show him your appreciation?”

“Hell yes” they all say. “Gary, you have to wear a rubber when fucking their pussies” Ben tells him.

“I remember the rules, no coming in their pussies” Gary says.

Ben then goes into the den and calls his private detective and has him tail Fred. He also calls Sally and Paula and tells them to keep a lookout for Fred. Finally he calls the DA and asks her to keep him informed if she hears anything about Fred creating any complaints about the family.

DA “Ben, you need to come to my office tomorrow”.

Ben “OK around noon is fine with you”. “Yes, Ben”

The next day Ben and Becky go see the District Attorney at her private office. They go in and Ben says “Good Afternoon, Miss District Attorney. Allow me to introduce my lovely wife Becky”

“Good Afternoon, Becky” Charlotte says as she comes over and kneels in front of Ben. “Master, I need some of this” she says rubbing on his crotch. Ben looks at Becky and she says “I know she is your slave. I have seen her tattoo on the back of her neck. Go for it”. Charlotte unzips Ben's zipper and unleashes BIG FELLA. She looks up at Ben then Becky and asks “You gave him this name? It is very appropriate”. Becky tells her she did as she witnesses the DA worshiping Ben. After about thirty minutes Ben erupts down her long throat.

“Master, it has been way too long since I have had him. What is going on with this Fred character?” Charlotte says as she gets up and goes and sits down behind her desk.
“His daughter's have become my slaves, he had abandon them for the last three years. I have documents here that prove that and also some other incriminating things. I just need to protect my women and my new slave girls. Would you like to come over and meet them?” Ben asks

“Yes, I would. Becky, if you would allow me. I would love if my master would make love to me while I am there” Charlotte asks.

“Before you can have sex with my husband you need to have a clean HIV/STD certificate from our Doctor. I can call him and see if he can check you out today?” Becky tells her.

“Please do so, I will call around and make sure my contacts know about this guy Fred. Ben do you have your people on him?” Charlotte asks him as Becky calls the Doctor.

“Yes, I do. I wanted you to be aware of him also. Sally and Paula are on the lookout and I have a PI checking him out” Ben tells Charlotte. “Charlotte, Doc can see you in an hour, can you make that?” Becky informs her. “Yes, I can. I will come over with my clean certificate afterward”.

“Please stay for dinner, Charlotte” Becky asks her. She agrees and they depart.

I feel a lot more secure knowing that Charlotte has our back on this Becky” Ben tells her. “As long as you put her on her back and pound the crap out of her”. Ben calls his guy from the State Department about the passports for Jolene and her sisters and he tells him to FedEx over to him their paperwork and he will get them out within a week. Ben thanks him and his friend congratulates him on his marriage and his son.

“Becky we need to take the Jolene and her sisters to Abigail's store and get their passport pictures taken. Call them and have them get ready after our meeting with Jamal” Ben tells her.

Ben and Becky meet with Jamal and they discuss the hiring of the security guards. Ben tells him he prefers ex-military. He tells Jamal about the security clearance requirements, and that he will run the ad by him tomorrow. The eat lunch and discuss the details. They say their goodbyes and Ben takes Becky on a tour of the new mansion and property. She sees the security fencing going up and the guard houses. She notices the barbed wire fencing that is being installed around the premises with a secondary fence that will be electrified by solar panels.

They then meet up with Ken who is monitoring the construction of the mansion.

“How is it going Ken?” Ben asks.

“Hey Ben, Becky. It is going great. Everything is under roof, sheet rock is going up, floors are going down. We are going to need the interior decorators involved soon. You are going to need to pick out your bedroom furniture, and other furniture soon” Ken tells him.

“I plan on going and ordering the sofas, recliners tomorrow. I think forty recliners will fit in the theater room. I am looking into leather couches for the living room. Plush couches for the family room. Becky you, Laurie, Tiffani and Janet are coming with me tomorrow to go shopping for furniture in Birmingham. I want to get a custom bed for the master bedroom, a double California King Size Bed. I am thinking about a trip to North Carolina when we get back from the Cayman Islands” Ben says.

“Mmm, that sound great. You know I love to shop, Ben” Becky says to them.

“I don't know a woman that doesn't like to shop” Ken says. “Yeah, yeah yeah”.

They put on their hard hats and tour the rooms. “So are we still on schedule for moving in September?” Ben asks. “If not sooner, do you have the interior decorators picked out yet?” Ken asks. “No, put I will do some research tonight and checkout the ones in Birmingham while we are there shopping”. They leave the house and go back to the other mansion. They collect Jolene and girls and head to Abigail's store. They get their pictures taken and head back to the house.

Ben calls around and sets appointments with three interior decorator firms in Birmingham.

The next day Ben gets the crew going early and they head to Birmingham they go to the first appointment and show them the plans. They are excited to work on it, Ben tells them they have a month to come up with proposal with costs. He tells them that he will send over the plans. They go to the furniture stores that are close to the office and Becky and ladies see a nice leather couch set with end tables. They pick out three plush couches and three love seats with ottomans. They then go to the recliner store and they pick nice leather lazy boy recliners. The manager asks are they serious that they want fifty. Ben says yes and that he wants a volume discount. He tells him he wants them delivered the Tuesday after Labor Day. They go to the mattresses store and pick out king size beds, nice ones. Ben tells them that they want 75 of them. He also picks out a California king size bed and orders two of them. And tells the owner he wants them delivered the Tuesday after Labor Day.

They go to the next appointment and like what they hear and tell them what they told the first firm. They agree and he tells them he will send over a copy of the plans.

They go to the furniture stores next to that office and pick out couches for the other rooms. They then go eat and head to the final appointment. And tell them the same thing as the first two interior decorator firms. They head back home and stop by Kinko's and have their plans copied and shipped to the three firms and one back to the house.

The next couple of days they get ready for their cruise. When the passports come in everybody is ready for the cruise. The girls from Tuscaloosa arrive. Emily has been busy with the slaves in the mansion. She has most of the girls hair removed permanently from their groins, underarms and legs. They will get the others when they get back from the week long cruise.

******** Cruise Trip with the Family ********

The family drive to Birmingham and take a commercial flight to Miami. The next day they get on their cruise ship. Ben has booked the whole deck, he has security guards and each entrance to the deck. Becky looks at Ben and tells him “Of course this is the best rooms”.

“Nothing but the best for my ladies, Girls you will notice the security guards at each entrance to the deck. They will keep prying eyes out. That does not mean you can run around naked while on our deck. Please keep your clothes on. He give each of his girls a drink card and a key to their rooms. They go and get into their bathing suits to go out to the pool area. Ben and his ladies are turning heads. Multiple pregnant women, young girls and all those tattoos. Of course, Ben has his security detail stationed in optimal position.

A couple of teenagers come up and talk to Reanna,Rachel, Carly, Elfie and some of the other girls. Renee has her eye on her girls. They go swim with their new friends.

A girl asks Reanna “Who is Ben, Reanna?”. “You see that handsome black man their with all those muscles?” Reanna asks, “Yes, the one with that HUGE bulge in his swimsuit”. “Yes, we are his girls and you see the lady staring at us. That is my protective mother”.

“He is gorgeous, I would fuck him every second of the day if I had the chance” Tiff says.

“Yes he is very beautiful, where do you live Tiff?” Reanna says.

“I am here with my mother, and my sister Nicole. Our grandmother gave us this trip to take our mind off of my father dying” Tiff says as they get out of the pool together. Reanna introduces Tiff to her mother “Mom, this is Tiffani. She is here with her mother and sister. I am going to take her over to meet Ben”. “OK, Baby. Be careful” Renee says as they go over and she introduces Tiffani to Ben and Becky.

“Hello, Tiffani. I am Ben Barnes and this is my lovely wife Becky, Reanna's cousin” Ben shakes her hand. Tiff is blushing and looking right at BIG FELLA stretching out his swim trunks. “It is nice to meet you also, Mr. Barnes” She says looking up to his eyes.

“Tiffani, that is my mom's name” Becky says as she motions to her mother. Tiffani comes over and introduces herself. “This is my sister Daniella Ashley she is going to join us in July. I can't wait to hold my sister” Becky tells Tiff.

“Where is your mother, Tiff?” Tiffani asks “She is over there with my sister Nicole, you want to meet them” she asks her. Tiffani, Becky and Reanna go and meet her mother and sister. They invite them over to meet Ben.

“Ben, this is Tiff's mother Sandra and her sister Nicole. Ladies this is my husband” Becky says to them.

Both Sandra and Nicole are staring at BIG FELLA as they shake Ben's hand. “It is nice to meet you Ben” Sandra says as she shakes Nicole out of her trance. “Nice to meet you also”. The girls goes to the pool leaving Ben there. Becky leans over and kisses her husband. “I think you left an impression on them”. Ben shakes his head.

Becky gets into the pool with the other ladies and Sandra comes over to her “Becky, Ben is your husband? He is really handsome”. “Well thank you, Sandra, I think he is the most beautiful person I have ever met. I am deeply in love with him”.

“Becky, was that his penis stretching out his bathing suit?” Nicole asks. “Nicole, what type of question is that?” Sandra looks at her embarrassed at her daughter's questions.

“Yes, that was. He is a well endowed” Becky tells Nicole. They swim around and enjoy the morning in the pool. Ben comes over and asks “Ladies would you join me for lunch?”

Sandra “We don't want to impose”.

Ben “Becky and Tiffani seem to be enjoying your company I would be more than happy for you and your daughter to join us”. They go and eat lunch after Ben has put on some shorts.

Ben “Sandra, I would like you to join us tomorrow when we go out scuba diving. Would you girls like that?”.

Nicole “I would love to go scuba diving”.

Sandra “No we can't do that, we have plans”

Ben “That is fine”.

They leave after lunch and Becky hears Sandra tell Nicole that they do not have the money to go scuba diving. When she is alone with Ben, Becky discusses what she heard with Ben. “Honey, I think Sandra could not afford to go with us that is why she said no. I like her and her daughter's, I want to go over there and tell them it is on us”.

Ben “Don't be pushy on her. She has her pride. Let me go with you, you have their cabin number right”

Becky “Yes, they are five decks below”. They leave and go to Sandra's room and knock on the door. Nicole answers the door, “Hello, Nicole is your mother here?” Ben asks. “Yes come in”

The room has two beds, it is so small Becky's closet at home is bigger. “Sandra, I would love it if you and your girls would join us tomorrow. It is my treat. Please tell me you will accept” Becky says “I really enjoy spending time with your daughter's”

“Becky, we cannot afford it” Sandra says “We can barely afford to get anything to drink”.

“Sandra, I will pay for it. It is no problem. I insist, you and your girls will love scuba diving. Please join us tonight for dinner and drink” Ben tells her.

“Which dinning room are you going to eat dinner in?” Sandra asks.

“My family is having dinner with the Captain tonight, Please join us” Ben says.

“It will be fun. We can go dancing afterward” Becky tells her. “Please mom, lets go have dinner with them tonight” Nicole says and Tiffani pleads with her.

“Girls we have nothing to wear at the captains table” Sandra says.

“Ladies come with me. Now” Ben says as they leave. They go back to their deck. Ben has Sandra by the arm as he tells the security guard “Sandra and her girls here are allowed on my deck”. “Yes sir, Mr Barnes!”.

“You rented the whole deck?” Sandra asks. “Yes I did. All these people are my family members. I love them all. They all live with me in Alabama, well some of them right now. We are going to move into our new mansion in September, these four months are going to drag on. Let's see what size are you girls, Becky help me out”

Becky looks at Sandra, “She is the same size a Crystal, we have plenty of clothes that you can try on. Lets see what looks good on you girls” Becky, Sandra and her two daughter's check out what they can fit into for the dinner tonight. They pick out three nice dresses and Becky tells Ben “We are going to the hair dressers to get our hair done”.

“OK, charge it to our account Becky. Take all the girls that want to go. Be back by 6 to get dressed for dinner.
When they come back they all look stunning. Ben knows his ladies are going to turn heads. They get dressed, his ladies are all dressed elegantly, most with plunging necklines, some with backless dresses. Ben is dressed in his finest Italian suit.

They stroll into the luxurious dinning hall, Ben with Becky on one arm and Laurie on his other followed closely by Sandra, Tiffani, Tiff and Nicole. Behind them are the rest of his crew, all of his slaves with Bill, Antonio, and Ken with Carol. The whole dinning room turns around and watches Ben with his ladies. Ben pulls out a chair for Becky then Laurie followed by his guest Sandra, Nicole and Tiff.

Ben and the Captain start to talk. “So Mr. Barnes how do you like my little ship?”. “Yes it is a very nice ship. Our deck is very luxurious and plush. Would you not agree, my lovely wife? Captain this is the love of my life. My true north. Becky” Ben says.

“Yes it is very nice ship Captain” Becky says. “Thank you Mrs. Barnes. Mr. Barnes you and your ladies sure do beautify this dinning room. Now I know why you requested the added security”.

“Captain, I would like to introduce you to my friends Sandra, and her two lovely daughter's Nicole and Tiff. I would be very appreciative if you could upgrade their cabin to something on a deck one below my level” Ben says.

“Sandra, Nicole, Tiff it is nice to meet you. Mr. Barnes I will have my people get right on that” the Captain says as he puts up his hand and one of the employees comes by and the captain talks to him and then the Captain asks Sandra her room number. She tells him and he requests her keys. They will move you while we are at dinner.

They eat what Sandra said was the finest meal she had ever ate. For appetizers they had seafood bisque, shrimp, and clams casino. They ate lobster, cracked crab and filet mignon for an entree. For dessert they had baked alaska. They drank champagne and toasted to a great cruise.

After dinner they went to go dancing, Ben danced with all of his ladies. Bill, Ken and Antonio also danced with the ladies. The Captain came up to Sandra and asked for a dance. The whole ship staff looked on as they danced. For them they have never seen the Captain dance with a passenger before. He danced with Sandra then Becky and finally Laurie. He excused himself after giving Sandra three keys to their separate rooms one floor below Ben's deck.

They left a little past twelve, Ben escorted Sandra and her girls back to their new rooms.

“This looks much better, don't you think?” Ben asks. “This is unbelievable Ben, how did you do this? Why did you do this?” Sandra asks as she looks at her suite. It is three times as big as her bedroom at home. The bathroom is huge.

“My dear Sandra, Becky the love of my life likes you and wants to spend time with you and your daughter's. This just makes it easier. I will see you in the morning for breakfast. Goodnight” Ben kisses her on her hand and then leaves with Becky. They check on Nicole and Tiff. Nicole comes up to Ben and kisses him on his lips. “Becky, will you let me have some of this? I want your husband to take my virginity”

“We will see” Becky says as Ben kisses her goodnight “See you in the morning”. They go next door to check on Tiff, they knock on the door and she lets them in. “Thank you for this Ben, Becky. This is a lot nicer room and I don't have to sleep with my sister or mother” She doesn't asks she just kneels in front of Ben unzips his pants and unleashes BIG FELLA.

“Becky, I want to show Ben my appreciation” Tiff says as she licks and sucks on BIG FELLA. She then notices his tattoo. “Mmm, BIG FELLA. That is appropriate. You are so beautiful, big and strong” She continues her sucking and licking. Becky tells her to take him down her throat.

“Tiff, when he reaches the back of your mouth swallow and keep swallowing until he enters your throat and pushes down your throat. Breathe through your nose. You can do it” Becky coaches her. She is bobbing up and down on BIG FELLA and she finally gets it past her gullet. She then takes it down to the base. She chicken heads BIG FELLA for about twenty minutes before Ben erupts down her throat.

“Damn, that was great. You did good Tiff, but I think I owe you one. Becky make sure she doesn't scream to loudly” Ben tells her as he takes her dress off and her bra then her panties. He separates her legs and goes to town on her virgin pussy. He makes her cum by just working on the outer lips of her pussy. Ben then spreads her lips and starts to suck her pussy longer and harder. He sucks on her erect clit and causes her to orgasm and spasm. He then sticks his tongue deep inside of the virgin hole. He strokes her hymen for about ten minutes. “Ben, make love to me. Take my virginity. Please” Tiff says almost begging.

BIG FELLA is erect and Ben pulls her legs over his shoulders and pushes BIG FELLA deep inside her with one push. She winces in pain as her maidenhood his taken. Ben then proceeds to make love to her. They have sex for about an hour before Ben pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside of her. Ben kisses her and tells her that he will see her in a couple hours for breakfast.

Ben and Becky then go to their suite. “That was nice, you really like that Tiff don't you Ben” Becky asks as she undresses and craws into bed with Laurie. “Yes, I do like her a lot, that was some sweet tight pussy. She is probably going to tell Nicole” Ben says.

“I want to make love with you and Laurie when you take Nicole's virginity. She has a really nice figure. I never thought I would love having sex with women, but I do enjoy it” Becky says as she kisses Laurie. “I love you two” Laurie says as she kisses Ben and Becky, “Does BIG FELLA want to come out and play?”. Laurie then goes down on Ben while Becky sucks on her pussy and Ben sucks on Becky.

“Girls, I love this three-way play” Ben says as Becky takes two BIG FELLA size dildos out and tells Ben “Stick this in my ass while you are eating my pussy, my love” and he does with a moan from her. Becky does the same with Laurie. They stay like this for an hour. They finally get to sleep and are awoken by Carly, Reanna, and Peggy. Ben sees Peggy and tells her “I need some virgin pussy for breakfast”. Carly, Reanna and Becky shake their heads as Peggy comes up and straddles her Master and lover and they go at it for about an hour and then go take a shower together. She has a small orgasm and a very large orgasm.

While in the shower Peggy reminds her Master, “God, Ben I really love it when you suck my pussy. Will you stick it in my ass Please?” “Sure thing my sweet little Peggy. I love you with all my heart. When I take your cherry I am going to get you pregnant. I want you to have at least five little Peggy's so that Ben Junior can have some virgin pussies to suck on” Ben tells her as he begins to pump her little ass.

“You are going to pop my cherry on my 13th birthday, my lover. I plan on taking fertility drugs six months in advance so that I am sure to get pregnant with your child” She turns around with BIG FELLA still inside of her and straddles his hips. “I love you with all my heart. I can't wait to meet my little sister and nephew. I love feeling my mom and sisters belly feeling your child moving and kicking in their bellies. I want to experience that for myself” Peggy says as she moves up and down on BIG FELLA.

“Have they picked out names yet?” Ben asks.

“Faith picked Vincent William for her son and mom picked Laticia Felicity for my baby sister. Do you like those names, Master?” Peggy says. Ben tells her yes as he starts to stroke her ass harder. Becky and Crystal come into the bathroom and Crystal says “Master, are you going to come to breakfast or pound Peggy's ass all day”. He turns off the water and tells Crystal “I would love to pound my little Peggy all day. I love this sweet little lady. Come over here my love” Crystal comes over to the shower and Ben rubs Crystal's pregnant belly “Hello Laticia Felicity, I can't wait to meet you. I love you my daughter, as I do your mother and aunts. Crystal I love that name Laticia”. He kisses her as Peggy bounces on BIG FELLA. “I love you too Ben Barnes, My Master and lover. I have never been happier in my life” Crystal says “You have made my whole family happy, we all love you”. Right then BIG FELLA erupts in Peggy's colon.

“OH GOD, Mom, I love when our lover cums in my ass” Peggy says as she gets off of BIG FELLA and he exits her with a loud pop. “That is a wonderful sound, Peggy” Ben says as he leans over and kisses her. Peggy gets a enema and cleans out her ass as Ben exits the shower. Peggy cleans up and gets dressed again. They all go out and go to breakfast, they pick up Sandra, Nicole and Tiff on the way to the dinning facility.

“Did you ladies have a good night sleep?” Ben asks as he takes Sandra and Nicole by the arm with Tiff next to them. “I did, Mr. Barnes. That was so generous of you last night” Tiff says and her mother agrees with her. Nicole looks at Tiff with a funny look, Tiff just smiles at her. When Nicole turns around she rubs her mound. Becky and Laurie take her and whisper in her ear “It gets better the more you have sex. You are pretty sore today?” Becky says. “Wait until he pops your anal cherry tonight” Laurie says with a smile. “I really enjoyed it last night, you think he would have sex with my mother also. She really needs it, I doubt she has had sex in the last seven years. Ever since my father got ill with cancer. I want BIG FELLA in my as much as I can get him” Tiff says.

They arrive and go to the buffet and fill their plates. The men, of course, love all the meat. The women head for the fruit and crepes. The girls love the homemade omelets, Ben gets a lobster and crab omelet with cheese. Nicole and Tiff get the same thing. When they are done with breakfast they head out to go to the scuba diving place.

Ben escorts his crew onto the boats, he has hired ten boats to take them out to the reef. The go over there lessons on how to operate and the safety precautions. Nicole asks Becky “Have you ever scuba dived before?”

“Yes, on our honeymoon in October we went scuba diving in Hawaii” Becky says. “How was it? How was Hawaii? Was it as beautiful as the pictures you see?” Nicole says as Sandra shakes her head “Enough with the questions”. “It's OK, I loved scuba diving it was so beautiful down there”. Ben interrupts her “Not nearly as beautiful as you my darling little angel”, “Hawaii was more beautiful than you can imagine, maybe you will get a chance to go on your honeymoon”. Becky concludes.

“Only if I find a “Fucking-GOD” like Ben Barnes” Nicole says referring to his tattoo on his chest.

“Young lady is that anyway to talk. I am so sorry Ben for my daughter's comments” Sandra says.

“That is OK, Sandra, she was just probably referring to my tattoo on my chest” Ben tells her. He shows Sandra his tattoo on his chest. Opposite the one with Becky's name in a heart.

“Is that the only tattoos that you have on your body, Ben?” Tiff asks. “Only ones he can show in public” Laurie says. Tiff giggles as her mother and sister have no clue, yet, in what she is referring too.

“I bought you guys these in town, they are underwater cameras that you can take pictures. They are digital and can hold up to 500 pictures. Have fun my friends” Ben tells them as he gives each lady their own camera.

“Mr. Barnes, we will return these to you when we get back” Sandra says. “Nonsense, they are yours to keep” Ben says. “Ben I can't” she is interrupted by Ben as he comes over and kisses her on her lips. “Relax and enjoy our time together. I can afford it”. She is hot and horny now. They go diving and Sandra stays close to Ben. They are down see sharks and a whole rainbow of fish. Sandra's girls cannot get over how exciting and enjoyable it was. Tiff comes over and tells him thanks with a kiss on the lips and Nicole not to be out done kisses him also.

Sandra says she is a little woozy and asks Ben to help her below. When they are below, Sandra drops to her knees and unleashes Ben's cock. “Mmm, you do have another tattoo. BIG FELLA that is very appropriate. Let me show my appreciation”. She sucks BIG FELLA down her throat and begins to bob her head up and down. She makes him cum in thirty minutes. She swallows every drop of his cum.

“You obviously have been with Tiff already. Tonight is my turn, I have not had sex in eight years and am not going to pass up having this BIG FELLA stretch out all my holes” Sandra says as she leans over and sucks BIG FELLA again. Becky comes in and sees Sandra worshiping Ben.

Sandra gets off BIG FELLA and apologies to Becky. “No apologies neccesarry, Sandra. I love sharing Ben. You see all the ladies with us are his. We are all his women. He loves and cares for us all. We are his, we all share his mark on our backs. We are all his property, and he is ours”.

“You all share him?” Sandra says. “Oh, yes they do. And yes I took Tiff's virginity last night after she gave me a blowjob. It was a very good blowjob for being her first. Tonight I promised to pop her anal cherry”.

“Only after you have fucked me unconscious. I don't mind you fucking both my girls. This is a once in a lifetime experience with this cock. I could fall in love with this inside of me” Sandra tells them.

“I love Ben, not BIG FELLA. BIG FELLA is great, but Ben is so much more than that. I hope you can understand that, Sandra. He has help each of us in more ways than just in the sack” Becky tells her.

Nicole comes through the door and looks just right at BIG FELLA. “I was wondering what was keeping you so long, Mom. I see what it was”.

She strips and tells Ben as she takes BIG FELLA from her mother “I want this inside of me, right now” she strokes him hard and then spreads her legs, “Make me a woman, please make love to me.”

Ben pushes an erect BIG FELLA into her virgin pussy, Nicole lets out a little scream as Ben breaks her hymen. He starts out slowly and then picks up his pace and begins to throttle her long and hard after about forty-five minutes he pushes through her cervix and pumps a load inside of her womb. “That was wonderful, Ben. Mom, I could get use to that” Nicole says.

Laurie comes in and smiles at them and says that they are pulling in to the doc. They get dressed and go out onto the deck. Ben sees that the other boats are back already and the Captain comes down and says to Ben, “Mr. Barnes, it sounded like you were having fun so I delayed our arrival as long as I could”. “Thank you Captain, I was enjoying myself” Ben says looking at Nicole and then Sandra. They get off the boat and Ben thanks the Captains and tells them to add $500 tip to each of their bills. He then goes and shakes the hand of the Captain of his boat. He slips him $2000. He then gives each mate $300. “Thanks for a great time guys” Ben tells them.

The mates all look and it is more money than they usually get as tips. “Thank you Mr. Barnes” the mates all say as he waves goodbye to them. He gets in the car with Sandra and Tiff in the back with Becky, Nicole and Laurie is sitting up front with the driver.

“Mom, did you enjoy your time with Ben?” Tiff asks as they pull off.

“Yes, I did. He is a very good man” Sandra says. “I think I love him, Tiff” Nicole says. “He is wonderful. Becky you are so lucky” Tiff says as she is stroking BIG FELLA through Ben's pants. Tiff leans over and kisses Ben and then whispers to him “I am yours, take me whenever you want” and squeezes his cock. Sandra slaps her daughter's hand, “That is enough of that”. Tiff removes her hand and Sandra unzips Ben's fly and springs BIG FELLA free. With one stroke she deep throats him and starts bobbing up and down on him. “Mom, share you friend there” She takes BIG FELLA out of her throat and before she can say anything Tiff is going down on BIG FELLA.

Sandra asks Ben and Becky “Can we take BIG FELLA to my cabin and order dinner in? I think we need to spend some quality time with Ben. Show him our appreciation as a family. What do you think Nicole, Tiffani?” Tiff gives a thumbs up with BIG FELLA still down her throat. “I think that is a wonderful idea, Mom. I want to show my appreciation at least three or four times”.

Sandra leans over and whispers in Ben's ear “We are not going to let you go until we have our fill of BIG FELLA, and you have filled us up. I am so horny for you”. “Sandra, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Do you mind if Laurie and Becky join us? It will kick it up another notch. I think Becky has the hots for Nicole” Ben says.

Nicole looks into the back at Becky. Becky smiles at her and says “Have you ever been with another girl?” “No, I haven't. But as long as I get Ben and BIG FELLA again then I will be very happy”.

The arrive back at the dock for the cruise ship and Ben makes sure everybody is back and accounted for. He tells his ladies that he will see them tomorrow. He then takes Sandra and her girls to his room, it is bigger, and tells them to undress. They all do, Sandra, Tiff, Nicole and Ben's wives.

Ben comes over and kisses Sandra, “You are first, I am going to pound you until you loose consciousness. Becky get me my supplements and my cock ring” She does and puts the cock ring on BIG FELLA and then give him his pills. Tiff is quick and starts to suck on BIG FELLA getting him hard. Once he is hard he tells Sandra to get on her hands and knees.

Ben then tells Becky to suck on her pussy while he pushes BIG FELLA into her. She tells Laurie and Nicole to suck on her breast. “What about me Ben?” Tiff says. “Baby I want you to suck on Laurie's pussy, after she cums three times I want you to do Nicole and get her to cum three times. Ben then pushes deep inside of a very wet pussy.

They go to town on Sandra and after five minutes she starts to cum and cum hard. They continue this assault for a half and hour before she lifts her head as tells them “I have never cum that many times. I am on climax overload”.

“Sandra, dear we have just begone to fuck. I think I have at least four hour in me” Ben tells her.

“Oh, SHIT. You are a fucking god” Sandra says as they continue their sex session. When Ben finally pushes through her cervix and dumps his load inside her womb it has been five hours. Sandra looks over her shoulder and tells him “Ben, I am yours you can fuck me whenever you like. I have never had sex like that before”. Ben then pulls out and traps his load inside a now unconscious Sandra.

“Ben, that was fucking awesome. I want you now. Can you go again?” Nicole says. “Remember, Ben you promised to pop my anal cherry” Tiff says. “Yes and Yes” is Ben's response. “Tiff you want BIG FELLA in your ass?” Nicole asks. “Nicole, I want all of Ben. I am his, no other man will ever have me. I belong to him. He might as well put a tattoo on my backside like all of his other women. Ben, be my Master, I give you my body to do with as you choose. I want to be your slave” Tiff tells everybody there.

“My sweet Tiff” Ben says as he lines up Nicole to take it from behind. “I accept you as my slave. It is going to be a difficult relationship with you being in Atlanta”. Ben pushes deep inside of Nicole and starts to pound her. “You keep fucking us like this we will be pregnant in no time” Nicole says.

“Girls, if you become pregnant with my child, do not do anything drastic like going to a doctor and getting it aborted. Call us and we will discuss the options” Ben says.

“Master, I will get there information” Becky tells her husband. Ben pounds Nicole for two hours and twenty climaxes before he cums in her womb. He rolls off of her and rests for a minute before Tiff takes BIG FELLA into her mouth and starts to revive him.

Once BIG FELLA is hard again Tiff takes it and straddles him. She then inserts BIG FELLA into her ass and presses down. “OH GOD, that is fucking tight” Tiff says as she bounces up and down. Ben is enjoying watching her tits bounce up and down as she is rocking back and forth on 16” of hard steel. When he is revived and has his strength back he rolls her over and starts pounding her ass. She yells “Ben I am yours, Master I love you. Pound my ass and put your beautiful seed in my womb”.

He fucks her tight 14 year old ass for an hour before pushing a still erect BIG FELLA into her unsuspecting pussy and he pounds her pussy for thirty minutes before pushing past her cervix. “Tiff, you are mine” Ben tells her and starts cumming in her womb. He exits her cervix and falls asleep next to Tiff still engaged in her pussy. Tiff falls asleep as Nicole comes over and tells Ben “I am yours also, In the morning you are going to pop my anal cherry also. I want to be your slave. Right now I am going to make love to your wives”. Ben falls asleep with Tiff as the three girls go at it. He wakes the next morning covered with female bodies, his fourteen year old wife, his fifteen soon to be sixteen year old second wife, fourteen year old Tiff is still in his arms and Nicole has BIG FELLA in her mouth keeping him warm and wet. Sandra is on the floor still passed out and suddenly wakes up and gets up.

“Ben, you really did fuck me unconscious. Damn you must of fucked me for at least four hours” Sandra says. “It was more like five. I am going to pop Nicole's anal cherry this morning, do you want to try it?” Ben asks.

“Ben, you can do anything to me that you want. I want BIG FELLA inside me every night on this cruise. I am sure my daughter's want BIG FELLA also”. Sandra says.

“Well, Sandra, they both vowed their love for me and want me to give them their “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on their backs” Ben tells her. “Mmm, that is not surprising. You probably fucked their brains in” Sandra says in response.

“Mom, I love Ben. I am his. He is mine. I might have to wait until eighteen until I move in with him, but my body belongs to him. He can have it whenever he wants it, however he wants it. I am his slave just like his other ladies. I will move in with him in three and a half years” Tiff says.

“We will see, I know I want BIG FELLA again. And it looks like your sister Nicole wants him also. NICOLE wake up” Sandra says. Nicole wakes up and takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. Sandra takes over for her and gets him hard. And then starts to ride BIG FELLA.

Becky wakes up and takes a shower with Tiff and Laurie and they make out for awhile. The get their robes on and call room service. When room service arrives it has on it three bottles of champagne and breakfast food on trays. Becky signs for it and the girls start to eat and drink the OJ. When Ben is finished with Sandra he joins them and pours the champagne. They toast Tiff and Nicole's decision to join the family.

They five of them stay in the room till the next day at dinner when they all arrive at the dinning hall, Renee and Tiffani say that most of been some good loving. Sandra looks at them and says “Yes it was. We are going back for more after dinner”. She goes and sits down next to Ben.

“I think she is hooked. I don't think it will be long before she is a permanent member of the family and moves in with us” Tiffani says. “She really seems to be enjoying Ben, I wouldn't know. I can just assume he is great in bed” Renee says. “The doctor said just a couple more weeks, than BIG FELLA is going to be inside of you too” Tiffani says.

“I want him so bad, some days I feel like jumping his bones and raping him” Renee says. “Sis, you can't rape the willing”.

They eat dinner and then head back to Ben and Becky's room and have at it again. Ben makes love to Sandra with Becky and Laurie. Then he makes love to Nicole again with Becky and Laurie, finally he does the same with Tiff. Ben then tells Sandra “It is time for me to pop your anal cherry”. “Yes Master, pound me my body is yours while we are on this ship. I have to get back to reality once we leave it” Sandra says.

Ben pushes BIG FELLA past her anal ring and pushes hard into rectum “OH MY GOD, THAT HURTS” Sandra yells as Ben begins his assault on her ass. He pops in and out of her ass. “Relax, Sandra you will get use to it. I need to loosen you up” Ben tells her.

“Do it, I am yours, put it to me” Sandra says almost incoherently as Ben starts to really pound on her ass. Sandra starts to cry and Ben leans over “Are you alright?”. “Yes, don't stop, don't stop keep it up”. Ben does and he pounds her ass. Her breast are swaying back and forth as Becky and Laurie come over and start sucking on them. To their shock she is starting to lactate they drink her milk and tell Nicole and Tiff to come over and try. Again this is almost too much for Sandra. She is on orgasm overload. She has been having an orgasm every five to ten minutes for the past hour. When Ben is ready to cum he pulls out of her ass, whips BIG FELLA clean and then shoves him deep into her womb and erupts in their.

“Sandra, I hope I get you pregnant. You produce such beautiful children. If you become pregnant with my child call me and let me know before you do anything drastic” Ben whispers in her ear.

They do Nicole the say way after they take Sandra to the couch and let her sleep there. She is exhausted, her stomach is bloated with Ben's seed.

“Nicole, Tiffani. You are both mine. Your mother has reservations, she will have to come around before you can move in with me. You have to be on your own and an adult before you can legally move in without your parents permission. Know this, I love both of you. I want to see you guys again. Becky will give you our numbers and address in Alabama. We are only a short drive away from Atlanta” Ben tells them as they go to sleep.

The next morning they all take showers and head to breakfast. Ben takes the family ashore on the next port of call and goes shopping. He takes Nicole and Tiff along with Sandra. Sandra tells him she can't afford this.

“Sandra, Nicole and Tiffani are mine now. They belong to me, I will take care of this. You have to come around to this realization in your own time. There is a place for the three of you in our family. You just have to accept it” Ben tells her.

They go shopping and Ben goes to the jewelry store while Becky takes the girls clothes shopping. He comes back with an engagement ring and wedding bands for both Nicole and Tiffani. When they are done shopping they all go back to the ship and get ready for dinner. After dinner, Ben Becky and Laurie take Sandra and her girls back to their rooms. Ben presents Tiffani with her engagement ring and tells her that he loves her and will always honor and cherish her. He tells her that she is his and that they will be together soon. Have faith he tells her. He then presents her with her wedding band. She proclaims “I am yours Ben Barnes”. He does the same with Nicole and they go and show Sandra. “Ben you are spoiling them” she says.
“They are mine to spoil. I love them as much as I do my other ladies. There is enough love for you too” Ben says.

Ben then takes Laurie and Becky back to their cabin and go to sleep without having sex for once. The next morning they all hang around the pool and Sandra comes over and thanks Ben for such a great trip. She kisses him and tells him “I am just not ready right now, Ben” She then kisses him again and whispers in his ear “I do love you, and love making love with you. I am just a little scared right now. I love you Ben Barnes you are so sweet. Give me time”.

Ben whispers “You have all the time in the world. I love you too. The sex with you and my new slaves girls was great. Keep in touch with us”. With that they part for the last time. This is the last day of the cruise.

Ben talks to his ladies and asks each one of them did they enjoy their cruise. To a person they all says not as much as he did. They all did enjoy themselves and the ship. Janet tells him “Master, we all know that we have to share you. You are too good of a man and a lover not to share you”. She kisses him and tells him that everybody is fine with how he spent his cruise. That he probably made Sandra's life. Helped her get over her husbands passing.

The next day the depart the cruise ship and head back to the mansion. Ben takes a couple of days to relax and sees his girls off to college in Tuscaloosa.

Kaitlin tells Ben “We are all transferring to UAB next semester. It is too difficult not being with the family. We love you and miss you too much to be without you. I hope you understand our decision”.

Ben “Kaitlin, honey I love you and I support your decision to come back home. I missed you and your sisters while you were down there”. Ben kisses her and the rest of the crew going back to school. He has a tear in his eye and tells them “This is the last time we will depart like this. Thank God, I hate not having you all here with us. See you in two months”.

After they leave Ben tours the construction site and gets an update on the progress. He sees that the fencing is going up around the property. The guard housing and guard station is coming along and will be ready on schedule in August. He talks to Jamal about the electrified fencing and the guard recruitment. He tells him that they are to secure the parameter at at all times. Jamal tells him that he will have interviewing setup by June and asks if Ben can rent an office for the interviewing and have Sheila be his secretary while they are doing the interviews. He tells him that is fine and will look into an office. He then goes and checks on the construction of the mansion. It is going well and on schedule to be able to move in by September first.

Ben calls the Architect's office and asks if his plans for the school and office building are ready. They tell them they are and that the plans have been approved and permits should be ready by June. He tells the architect that he wants three copies of each plan delivered to the mansion for him and Ken to study. I want the construction to start immediately I will contact the current construction company and see if they want to bid on it.

The next day he receives the plans and takes a copy to Ken and the company superintendent. He tells him to have his company write up a proposal for both, if they need to bring in partners than that is fine. He wants the school to be built by August of next year. And the office building to be built by April. Superintendent tells Ben that he will convey his wishes to the owners.

Ben leaves with Ken and asks him when can he start putting in the appliances. He tells him to have them scheduled for last week of August. He tells him OK.

“I have a surprise for you Ken” Ben tells him and gives him plans for his own house. It is a luxurious seven bedroom house with all the amenities, three car garage, nursery, large eat-in kitchen. Huge master bedroom with his and hers walk-in closets. Ben tells him that he has already talked to the construction company and they are waiting on him to OK the plans. They say you can be in by Christmas if you approve them this week.

“Ben, this is too much. I am going to have to go over these with Carol. There are a lot of rooms” Ken says.

“I am hoping you will get Carol pregnant finally. And this is not too much, you are my best friend and I want you close to me and my family. Go over it with Carol and tell me what she thinks”.

The next day Carol comes to work with Ken and comes into the mansion. “Ben Barnes, you are too much” Carol says as she strips, knowing the rules. “You are way to generous to us, Ken I want to worship BIG FELLA” Carol says. “Go for it honey” Ken says. “I guess she likes the plans for your new house” Ben tells Ken as Carol deep throats her former Master's cock.

“I think she does. We have been trying to have a child for a couple of months” Ken says “Go see Doctor Reynolds”.

“We have. We are both on fertility drugs. I have never cum this much in my life” Ken says. “He has you on the supplements that I take, they really work” Ben says.

“I couldn't of guessed that, look at all these pregnant women” Ken says. “The ones that aren't pregnant want to be” Ben says in response “You have such a terrible life my friend”.

Ben erupts in Carol's throat pumping a huge load into her stomach. When he is done she takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth and tells him “I love you Ben Barnes, you are such a good friend” Becky and Laurie come in and see that Carol just serviced Ben. “I think turn around is fair play don't you Master? We should suck Ken off” Becky says to Ben. He nods in agreement and they start to suck on Ken's 14” love stick. “Ken is trying to get Carol pregnant Becky”.

“Well when he is close he is going to have to put his load into her womb, get her wet Ben” Becky says as she continues to suck and lick on Ken's cock with Laurie. “Damn, you have a nice cock Ken” Laurie says. She turns her head when Carol starts screaming out an orgasm. “Ken, you are good at cunnilingus. But Ben is great at it” she says. “Well he has a lot more experience and practice at it”. Laurie takes over for Becky. When he is ready to cum he goes over to his wife and pushes deep inside her pussy and enters her womb and pumps his load inside of her. He cums for fifteen minutes as she continues to suck on BIG FELLA.

“Damn, I got to get to work. We have deliveries I need to check on” Ken says as Becky comes over and tells him “Let me clean you off” and starts to suck him clean. Balls and all.

“Ken, honey I am going to stay here today with Becky and Laurie. I will call the shop and tell them” Carol says. “OK, my love” Ken says as he zips up and leaves the mansion.

“Master, I want BIG FELLA in my ass. I want to feel him inside of me” Carol says. “Becky, once Ben is your Master he is always your Master. I am going to try and get pregnant with Ken for another six months. If he doesn't get me pregnant will you consider impregnate me, my Master?”

“OH SHIT, Carol I would love to fuck you in your lovely ass. As far as getting you pregnant, we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Ken will have to agree, I am not doing anything without my best friends consent” Ben tells her.

“Ben, I would not do it behind Ken's back. I love him with all my heart. If you got me pregnant we would consider it our baby. Mine and Ken's not yours” Carol says.

“I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you and Ken too much to do that to you. Do you like your new house? It can be ready by Christmas” Ben says. She then sucks BIG FELLA hard and gets on all fours. “Give me BIG FELLA, My Master, my love” Carol says. Ben begins to pump her hard.

“Did you know that Carol loves Ben, Becky?” Laurie says. “Yes, that was evident when I first met her. I am very secure in my relationship with Ben. I know how he feels about me. I love sharing him. His heart is mine” Becky tells her

Ben pumps Carol for a good two hours and climaxes in her colon. “OH GOD THAT FEELS GREAT MASTER”.

“Carol, you know I love you” Ben says as he kisses her and then his wives. He leaves and takes a shower. Ben then tells Becky he is going out and look at appliances for the kitchen.

He leaves and starts thinking about Ken and Carol. He has his plans in the back and goes to the local kitchen and bath business. He brings his plans and tells him what he wants.

“I want my kitchen in light cherry hardwood, plywood boxes and the ends need to be hardwood. He tells them about the island he wants. He tells them about the two double ovens and two stoves and a cook top in the island. Everything is propane. He shows them where the two refrigerators and a large freezer is going. They draw up his kitchen and he likes the cathedral design. He wants crown molding on the top. He tells them that there will be under cabinet lighting and above the cabinets as well. They draw it up and he asks when will it be ready. They tell him in three months. He takes the plans and tells him that he will give them to his general contractor and see if it all fits. He will call them within a couple days to put the order in. He gives them a 10k deposit.

Ben then takes the plans to Ken and they go to the kitchen and go over it. It all fits with a couple of minor modifications. Ken tells him he might as well get the bathroom vanities there also.

“Ben, you know I have been trying to get Carol pregnant. I want to ask you a favor. I know you are fertile, very fertile. If I can't get Carol pregnant by Christmas will you? I know it is a lot to ask, but you already know her and love her. You are like a brother to me. Please consider it” Ken asks.

“Have you thought of artificial insemination?” Ben asks.

“Yes, my sperm are a little lazy and that is expensive. Too expensive when we have somebody closer to us that we both love” Ken says.

“Let me think about it. We do not need to decide this right now” Ben says, “I will go back over to the Kitchen and Bath place tomorrow. With the plans and go over the bathrooms with them”.

Ben goes back to the mansion and makes love with his girls trying not to think of Carol and her proposal. “Becky, you and Laurie need to come with me to the Kitchen and Bath place to look at what I picked out for the kitchen”. “OK, My love. What about Carol and Ken?”

“Ken asked me to get Carol pregnant when I went over the plans for the kitchen. I don't know I need to think on it. What do you think?” Ben asks. “It is your choice, I think you should do it”.

They go the next day to the Kitchen & Bath place and Becky loves the kitchen layout and cabinet choice as does Laurie. They go over the plans with the owner and tell him that he wants a mahogany double sink vanity in the master bathroom. He tells the owner he wants a 36” vanity in each ensuite bathroom. He asks how long it takes to get a vanity made. The owner says it is the same time frame but can rush something if you need to change something. Ben orders the kitchen and bathrooms. He tells the owner to come up with the price and call him. He says he wants 90% of the vanities to be cherry and the rest being mahogany. He tells the owner the five guest rooms all need to be mahogany.

They leave and he tells Laurie and Becky that when they come back from the Cayman Islands that they are going to take a trip to North Carolina to buy custom made beds. The following week they leave for the Cayman Islands.

******** Business, Pleasure Trip to Cayman Islands ********

Ben tells Renee, Becky, Laurie, Jolene and her sisters, Julia, Nadine, Reanna, Rachel, Sam, and Sarah that they are accompanying him on his trip to the Cayman Islands. The girls start to scream. Julia tells her Master that she has never been out of Alabama.

“Julia, baby, you are with me now. We are going to travel the world together. That goes for all of you. Now I can't take seventy five women with me every time I go somewhere, but when I can I will take as many as I can to as many places as I can. I love you girls, and want you with me always. I want to share everything with you” Ben tells Julia and the other girls.

“Master, you promised to train us while we are in the Cayman Islands remember?” Josie tells Ben.

“Yes sweetheart I remember. Reanna and her sisters are going to help you and your sisters with your training. Is that OK with you girls Reanna?” Ben asks.

“Master, that sounds like fun to me. How about it sisters are you up to helping Josie with her training?” Reanna says. Her sisters agree, “We can show you our tricks on how to get Master to cum quickly in your mouth”.

They get into the jet and fly to Grand Cayman Island.

Ben meets with his investment banker the first full day he is in the Cayman Islands. He takes Becky with him and makes her power of attorney on his estate. He tells the Banker that Becky is his wife and is his heir to his estate until his son Ben Jr. is twenty one. After that time Ben Jr. is responsible for the wealth and is to take care of Becky and the rest of the family. He tells the banker to setup an account in Becky's name and transfer ten billion to that account.

“Ben, I do not need that money. I have you that is all I need or want” Becky says as she starts to cry. “Becky, my love I want to do this and this is yours to do with as you choose. I doubt even you can spend ten billion dollars” Ben tells her as they kiss.

“So how much do I have in my account after the transfer?” Ben asks.

“As of today, you have approximately 384 billion dollars, Mr. Barnes” the banker says.

“I am thinking about buying some property on the island do you know of a real estate agent that I can trust” Ben asks. “Yes, let me give you Jessie card. She is very nice and a really good agent with high end houses” the banker gives Ben the card. I need to setup some accounts with five million a piece in each one. He gives the Banker the documents that he needs, passports and birth certificates for each of his slaves.

When he is doing that he talks with Becky “I am thinking about setting up an account for Ken and Carol. What do you think?” Ben asks. “I think that is a wonderful idea and would be a great Christmas gift. How much are you thinking about?” Becky asks, “Twenty-five million” is his answer. “That is good”

“I need you to setup another account and put it in the name of Ken and Carol. I will FedEx over their documents when I get back to the states” Ben says.

“It is going to take me a while to setup these accounts. Let me make copies of the documents and give them back to you so that you can enjoy the island. I will call you when they are setup so that you can sign the paperwork” the banker says as he gets up and copies the documents.

“Thank you sir” the banker says.

Ben and Becky then call Jessie and setup an appointment with her. They go and meet with her. She is a beautiful blond with nice breast. She is dressed in a fine linen outfit.

“Jessie, I am Ben Barnes and this is my lovely wife Becky” Ben says

“How may I help you, Mr. Barnes?” Jessie asks.

“I am going to be on the island for a couple of weeks and would love to see houses. I am looking at least six or seven on a secluded section that can be walled off. They need to be large houses. I have about a hundred people that need a place to stay when we are here. Can you find me something like that?” Ben asks.

“Let me look” Jessie says and she comes back with a upscale community that has three adjoining houses that are available. They go look at them and both Ben and Becky like them they are at the end of the road. “What about those houses?” Ben says as he points to the three houses on each side of the road.

“They are currently not for sale. I can do some research and see what they are worth and who owns them. I can get back to you in a couple of days” Jessie tells him.

“OK, put contingency contacts on these three houses and get the inspector over to check them out.

He goes back to their rented house and sees the girls enjoying the pool. “Hey ladies why don't we spend some time on the beach” Ben says to his girls as they run up and kiss him and tell him he has to wear his banana hammock. “Let me get it for you” Becky says as Jolene strips her master. When she comes back she sees her bobbing her head up and down on BIG FELLA.

“Ben cannot go out there with a hard on!” Becky says.

“Becky, he was a half erect when Jolene undressed him. She is just trying to drain his balls so BIG FELLA will fit into his suit” Reanna says. “I am surprised that you were not doing it” Becky tells her cousin. “We are going to take turns until he cums”. An hour later Ben erupts in Renee's mouth. She swallows his load and he kisses her.

“Renee, tonight I am going to make love to you. I am going to make love to you everyday we are down here. You are still taking your fertility drugs right?” Ben asks her.

“Yes, Master. Thank you. I have been waiting for this since December” Renee says as she kisses her Master. Her girls come up to her and congratulate her. “Can we be there when you to have sex?” Reanna asks. Ben looks at Renee and tells them “No, the first time is just for me and Renee”.

The girls go and get ready for the beach. Renee puts BIG FELLA into his banana hammock and kisses BIG FELLA on his head and tells him “I will see you tonight after dinner. Rest up BIG FELLA you are mine tonight” She then tucks him in and gets up and kisses Ben.

“You know I love you, with our without having sex” Renee says. “Yes, I know. I love you too” Ben tells her as he kisses her again. “I wouldn't plan on doing anything too stressful tomorrow. I have been looking forward to this for a long time and I am really, really fucking horny. You are probably going to walking with a limp if you are able to walk at all” Renee says.

“I have heard that before, Renee” Ben says as they go outside and head to the beach. “Ben, honey you have never made love to me” Renee says with a smirk on her face. Becky comes out with a bottle of water and his pills. “Ben, I think you need to get a head start on your supplements and vitamins. I think Renee might try to put you in the grave tonight. I have heard stories about her sexual prowess from Tiffani. I am going to be in the bedroom with you two tonight” Becky tells her husband.

Ben and Becky go to the beach and the girls are laying out trying to get a suntan. “Master, I need some suntan lotion on my back can you help me” Sam asks him. And Ben comes over and rubs lotion on her back and legs. “Do forget my ass cheeks, my love”.

“I need some lotion on me too” Sarah says. Ben moves over and rubs the suntan lotion on her, he rubs it on her legs and works his way up to the top. Making sure to get her ass cheeks. He undoes her top and rubs lotion all over her back, neck and shoulders. He leans over and whispers in her ear “I love you Sarah”. She looks over and tells him “I love you too Ben” and they kiss.

“I need some lotion also, Ben” Rachel says. Ben goes over and rubs lotion on her legs, ass cheeks and back, shoulders and arms he leans over and kisses her and tells her he loves her. He does the same with Reanna without her even asking. He sticks a couple fingers into her pussy making her moan after he has completed rubbing lotion on her legs and buttocks. He undoes her top and finishes her upper body. She rolls over and tells him he might as well do her front. And he rubs lotion all over her front. They kiss and she tells him. “I Love you Ben Barnes. You have made me a very happy woman” She rolls over and continues with Jolene and her sisters. Laurie and Becky are next.

“Ben, you need some on you too” Renee says and tells him to lay down on his stomach. “BIG FELLA is erect isn't he?” “Renee, how could I not be erect after that, sensual situation. Rubbing suntan lotion on all those young tight willing bodies. I love my life, and my family”.

Renee rubs sunscreen on her Master and lays next to him. She kisses him and fondles BIG FELLA. “Ben rest for a minute and we will go into the water” Renee says. They then get up and head to the water. A couple of girls get up and Becky tells them to give Renee sometime with Ben. “Yes, Mistress Becky” They all turn over and watch as Ben and Renee play in the water. Renee then gets on Ben and it is apparent to everybody there that they are having sex in the ocean.

“God that is so hot” Rachel says. “I am happy for Renee” Becky tells them. When they are done they wave to the girls and they all go swim with their lover.

Sam and Sarah swim over to Ben and tell him “That was so beautiful” Renee swims over after fixing her bottom. “Renee, we love you, mom. We hope you get pregnant and have a boy. Ben will you get all three of us pregnant, Please. We want to share the experience with Renee and Rachel”

“It would be my honor, but tonight is Renee's night. I love you girls all of you. I look forward to having many children with you” Ben says as he kisses each of them. “I need to train Jolene's sisters also. I think I can get seven women pregnant in our time in the Islands”.

“Master, you think BIG FELLA can handle non-stop fucking for two weeks in a row?” Rachel asks as she swims over. “No” is his response. “I will get you girls pregnant, give me time”

“Master, we have all the time in the world. We love you and are not going anywhere” Renee tells him. They get out of the water and head back into the house. They all take a shower and head to dinner. After dinner Ben, Becky and Renee say goodnight. Within fifteen minutes they hear Renee scream out an orgasm. Ben and Renee make love all night and into the morning. Becky leaves the room and goes and fixes breakfast for them. Renee's girls follow Becky into the room and watch as Ben is pounding Renee from behind.

“OH, GOD I LOVE YOU BEN BARNES, CUM IN MY WOMB AGAIN” Renee yells as her daughter's come and lay next to her. “Ben is a terrific lover isn't he Renee” Sam asks her. “OH GOD YES, HE IS A FUCKING-GOD. POUND MY WOMB, CUM INSIDE ME MY MASTER, MY LOVER, MY HUSBAND AND MY FRIEND. AS GOD AS MY WITNESS I LOVE THIS MAN”.

Ben continues his jackhammer assault of Renee's pussy. He pounds her for another hour before he cums for fifteen minutes in her womb. When he is done Renee passes out. Ben gets up and puts her on her side. He kisses her and tells her he loves her. “Sleep tight my sweet Aunt Renee”.

He gets out of Ben and goes to the shower, Rachel Sam and Sarah join him in the shower. They wash their Master, each girl taking a different body part. All three take turns washing and taking care of BIG FELLA. “Master, lover did mom wear BIG FELLA out?” Rachel asks. “NO, but he is extremely tired”. They finish up and then dry off and dry Ben off. They put lotion on his sore muscles and on BIG FELLA. “Thank you for helping Renee, Ben. I love you” Becky tells him has she hands him his vitamins and supplements. The girls take him to their room and put him to bed. They give him an Ensure drink and a protein bar. “Rest now Master, we will watch over you” He sleeps for eight restful hours as his girls watch over him.

Jessie comes over and discusses the property with Becky and Laurie.

“It seems that Mr. Barnes has a lot of beautiful women around him” Jessie says.

“Yes, we are all family. We all love him deeply” Becky says. “What did you find out about the property?”.

Jessie tells them “I have a list of the people that own the properties in question and their current market value and what price they owners paid for them. I also brought over the contingency contracts on the properties that Mr. Barnes wanted to buy. I have the key code and can take you over there when you have a chance”.

Right then Ben gets comes out of the bedroom stark naked with BIG FELLA dangling between his legs. He walks by them and into the kitchen not even aware that Jessie is there. It is just so natural for him to walk around naked. He comes back out and Becky says “Jessie, the real estate agent came over to discuss the properties we were looking at buying”. Ben comes over and says hello. He shakes her hand and she drops to her knees and starts to suck on BIG FELLA.

“I am sorry, I don't know what possessed me to do that. I am single and haven't had sex in a long long time. And have never seen a cock bigger than seven inches. I want this one” Jessie says as she begins to suck on BIG FELLA.

“Hold on, Jessie” Ben says “Becky, tell her the rules”.

“Jessie you need to get a clean HIV/STD certificate before you can have sex with Ben” Becky says.

“OK, I will go to the hospital and get it. Hold on what does that say, oh BIG FELLA I will be right back” Jessie says. She literally jumps up and runs out the door. They hear screeching wheels and she peels out heading to the hospital. Two hours later there is a knock on the door. Becky answers it and Jessie gives her the clean certificate and lets her in the house. Once the door is closed she starts to strip. Becky looks her over and tells her she needs to loose the bush.

“Let me help you with taking care of that bush” Becky tells her and takes her into the bathroom and gets her shaved. She then starts to suck on her pussy. “Jessie, Ben's girls are all bi-sexual. Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No, I have not. I see that you are quite good at that” Jessie says as Becky continues to suck on her pussy. Jessie comes in her mouth and then they get up and go find Ben in the living room. “Ben, Jessie has gotten her clean certificate” Becky tells him.
“Very good. Do you really want to have sex with me?” Ben says. Jessie runs over and kneels in front of him “I want BIG FELLA to fill all my holes, what are those tattoos on your girls mean?”

“Well the “Property of Ben Barnes” is self-explanatory. The Queen of Spades means they prefer black cock rather than white. The one on the back of their necks mean they have completed their anal training, the Queen of Spades on their mounds mean they completed their pussy training. The training consists of having sex with me ten times in a row without interruption in their asses and then their pussies. Finally they have to give me a blowjob twenty times in a row” Ben explains to her as she sucks on BIG FELLA. When she had gotten him rock hard she gets up and straddles Ben. She lines BIG FELLA up and pushes down on him. She rides him for forty-five minutes cuming every five minutes. Ben then picks her up and puts her down on the couch and starts to throttle her like a car piston.

He fucks her like this for an hour, she looks up at his tattoo on his chest “YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD”. Ben then pushes past her cervix and starts fucking her womb. “OH GOD, BEN YOU ARE IN MY WOMB, YOU PASSED MY CERVIX. NO OTHER MAN HAS BEEN THERE BEFORE” Jessie screams. He pounds her in her womb for forty-five minutes and then cums hard for twenty minutes, pissing long streams of cum filling her womb up.

“OH, Yeah get me pregnant” Jessie says as Ben exits her. He lays next to her. “Becky, Ben I am yours” she tells him. “What?” Becky says.

“You can't think I would ever let another man fuck me after I have had BIG FELLA inside of me? Do you Becky, Ben? I am Ben's this pussy belongs to him” Jessie says.

She then leans over and sucks on BIG FELLA getting him hard. “Becky do you have any lube, I am going to take BIG FELLA in my ass now” Jessie says. “Damn, you are aggressive” Ben says.

“Master, is that what your women call you?” Jessie asks, he nods “Well, Master. I am your slave, my body is yours. I know you live in Alabama and I am in the Cayman Islands, but I am rich enough to fly back and forth. I am not letting BIG FELLA go. I realize that I have to share”. Becky comes back with the lube and lubes Jessie's ass. Jessie then inserts it in her, and lets out a scream as Ben pushes her down on him. That scream wakes Renee out of her coma she comes out of the master bedroom and watches with her girls. “Who is this, Reanna?”

“Mom, this is Jessie. She came over to show Ben and Becky some properties that Ben is planning on buying I guess. Ben came out of the bedroom naked and she saw BIG FELLA and literally took him in her hands and started sucking on him. Becky told her to get a clean certificate and then she could have sex with our Master. Two hours later she was back with her certificate and they have been fucking ever since. She just took BIG FELLA up her ass, she was an anal virgin. Damn, Master, she is really enjoying her time with BIG FELLA” Reanna says.

“I think so” Ben says. “Hell yes I am enjoying BIG FELLA. I FUCKING LOVE THIS” Ben again picks Jessie up and puts her on her hands and knees and starts to pound her deep. He fucks her hard for about two hours. “Don't fuck him out, he still has to train me and my sisters!” Josie says. When Ben is ready to cum he pulls out of her ass and then pushes deep inside of her pussy and stretches her cervix out. He then pops through her cervix and pumps another huge load into her womb. “Are you on birth control, Jessie?” Ben asks.

“No, I don't care. Get me pregnant. I welcome your child as I do your seed in my womb” Jessie says as she crawls over and gets a pillow and goes to sleep.

Ben gets up and jumps in the pool. He cools off and comes back into the living room. “Josie come with me to the master bedroom. It is your turn”. They go into the master bedroom and in five minutes you hear Josie scream out an orgasm and profess her love to Ben. About an hour later Josie yells out “FUCK ME MASTER, CUM IN MY WOMB. GET ME PREGNANT, GOD YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD. I AM CUMMING”. Ben fucks her ten times in a row. Josie has on average ten orgasms per hour. When they are done Laurie comes in and sees Josie's belly is swollen with Ben's cum. Becky delivered his supplements and vitamins every three hours. Jessie is with her and she bends down and cleans off BIG FELLA with her mouth.

“I can't wait until he trains me. I was serious when I told him my body is his, no other man will ever have me” Jessie says. “I know you were serious” Laurie says as she comes back in with a pan of cool water and a wash cloth. “I love this man. I take great pride in making sure he is healthy and clean. I would gladly give my life for him” Laurie says as she finishes cleaning Ben. She leans over and kisses him and tells him “I love you Ben Barnes. Rest up and train Josie's ass next” Josie just smiles as she subconsciously heard what Laurie just said.

Laurie and Jessie go take a shower and play a little in there. When they are done the go see Becky, “Jessie can you take me and Laurie to see the properties?” Becky says. “Yes I can Mistress Becky” Jessie says and gets up and kisses both of them. “Thank you for sharing Ben with me. He is incredible”

They tell the rest of the ladies that they will be back in a couple of hours. They go and tour the three houses and they both like them. “This will be a nice vacation spot for the family. Do you think Ben can buy those other seven houses? He wants to wall off the property from the road. This will be nice to have you down here to supervise the construction of the wall and other additions that Ben will want” Becky says.

“I think Ben has the resources to convince the people to sell” Jessie says. “Tomorrow, I will get Ben to take a break from the training to come over here and make them an offer. You are available Jessie right?” Becky asks. “Yes I am at your disposal while you are down here”. They go back to the house and as they enter they hear Josie screaming “FUCK MY ASS MASTER, FUCK YOUR WILLING SLAVES ASS. PUT YOUR SEED IN MY WOMB. GOD I AM CUMMING AGAIN…”.

Looks like training has started again. Renee comes over and tells them they just got started and Ben came once already. “Jessie, can you show me where the best market to buy seafood is located. You all want seafood tonight?' Renee asks. The all tell her yes. “Sure come with me” they go to the fish market and then to the grocery store. They get enough for four days dinners and breakfast stuffs. They head back to the house and enter with the bags, they have bought enough for three trips. They hear Josie screaming and hollering every time they go into the house. When they are done bringing in the supplies they asks “So how many times has Ben cum so far.”

“Was just the fifth time. I think they are in bed for the night” Rachel says as Becky comes out of the room caring two glasses. “That was his second round of supplements and vitamins” she tells the group. “OH FUCK ME. YOU ARE A FUCKING-GOD” is yelled from the bedroom. This goes on until two in the morning.

They cook dinner, grilled fresh tuna steaks and salad. While they eat they can hear Josie having orgasm after orgasm. “Jessie, this is what Ben does for a living. Making love to his women” Reanna tells her.

“How many women does Ben have?” Jessie asks. “With you, I believe the count is up to 85 or 86, it is kind of hard to keep track. In September we are all going to move into a 150 bedroom mansion. Ben Junior is the only baby born so far. My mom is due in July as are four or five other ladies. A couple are due in August. More are due this fall and winter. We are going to have a full house soon. Ben has already had the architect design an addition with another 100 rooms. Some of the twins will be sharing rooms” Becky tells her.

“We sleep with each other all the time. Sarah and I sleep with Ben every night we are bed slaves as are Julia and Nadine” Sam tells Jessie. “Jessie, Master has impregnated me and Julia already along with our mothers” Nadine tells her. “We are all going to raise our children together. We all wanted to get pregnant together. Master just accepted Julia and her mother Emily who will permanently remove your body hair when you visit the house this summer”.

“Jessie you might as well sleep here tonight so that we can go and see the properties with Ben in the morning” Becky says. “We can always have some girl time tonight” Rachel says. They play till the wee hours of the morning, all the girls are sucking a pussy and having their pussies sucked. Becky at one point brings out her bag of toys and passes them out. Their are orgasms coming from the living room and the master bedroom now. When Ben is finished training Josie's ass at two in the morning he comes out to the living room and witnesses his girls playing with each other.

“Now this is a beautiful site” Ben says. They look up and Jessie pulls Ben onto the floor and they takes turns sucking on BIG FELLA and licking and kissing his shaft balls and body. They clean their master off with their tongues and he makes love to each one till the morning.

“Master, you really are a FUCKING-GOD” Jessie says. They sleep until noon and Jessie gets up and asks Ben to look over the papers while she takes a shower with Becky and Laurie. He does and then joins them. When they are all clean they get dressed and head to the properties. He is dressed in a very expensive suit and Laurie and Becky are dressed in their designer dresses from Paris. They knock on the first door on the street. Jessie introduces herself and then Ben, Becky and Laurie. The owners invite them and Ben strikes up the conversation with Jessie's help.

Ben “Sir, I would like to buy your house from you. I have just purchased the three houses at the end of the street and am planning on buying all the houses on this street. What would you take for this house?”

Homeowner “Well I haven't thought about selling. I don't even know what it is worth or if I could find another house on the island”.

Jessie “Here is what the appraised at last year. With a 15% increase in real estate price”.

Ben “I will give you 500k more than that if you sign today. You will have your money tomorrow”

The man and his wife go to the kitchen and talk it over. “OK, Mr. Barnes you have a deal on one condition we find another house on the island and you give us sixty days to pack and move”.

Ben “Deal, Jessie here can help you find something on the island”.

Jessie “I have a listing here for your examination. I will even be your buying agent for free”.

Ben “I will pay her commission, and have my mover friends move you in sixty days for free”

Homeowners “You really must want this property”

Ben “I plan on walling off the the properties and have an electronic key entry gate to access the properties”.

Jessie presents them with a legal document that has their address on it and their intent to sell with the price written in. The owners sign their copy along with two others. Ben signs the documents and Jessie tells to meet her in her office the following Monday she will have the contract drawn up and a cashier's check for the amount.

Ben and entourage go to the next house and make their pitch they do that for the rest of the day. By the end of the Ben has committed to buy the houses for over twelve million dollars. The whole street cost him over fifteen million dollars. The go back to the house and get everybody ready to take them out for a celebration dinner.

“Ladies, this is to family, love and a nice tropical retreat that we now own. I will show you all the properties we just bought. We will be spending January and probably February down here next year. Drink up ladies. I love all of you” Ben tells them. The next day he goes and gets the cashier's checks for the properties. He goes and meets with Jessie at her office and tells them to put a house in Renee, Tiffani, Janet, Becky, Laurie, Kaitlin, Crystal, Nadia's names. He gives her the documents that she needs. She makes a copy of each and gives them back to Ben.

“Ben you have to be the co-owner on each property for at least a year” Jessie says.

“That is fine as long as the ladies are the primary owners” Ben says. Ben then goes back to the bank and picks up the bank books for his ladies. Each of his women are now millionaires, ten times over. He then heads back to the house. He enters the house and calls his ladies to the living room.

“Ladies, I have something for you” Ben says with Becky at his side. He hands each one their bank books. They all look at them and they see they have a balance of ten million dollars. The first one to speak is Jolene “Master, Mistress Becky we do not need this. We have you that is all I need. Your love and our family. I think the other girls agree with me” they all nod their heads.

“Ladies when I told you I would take care of you for the rest of your lives I meant it. You are all millionaires now. You have complete independence, you do not have to stay with me if you do not want to” Ben tells them.

“Fuck that, I am never leaving you Master. You will have to kill me” Renee says and her girls agree. “You can keep the money, we just want you” Reanna tells him.

“Shit, I never knew it would be so hard to give away ten million dollars, Becky” Ben says.

“Ben, they are just saying what all your women are going to say. They love you. You provide everything we need”, she squeezes BIG FELLA, “We love you Ben, not your money or your huge cock” Becky says.

“I love his huge fucking cock” Josie says. “I love him too. BIG FELLA is amazing. I don't blame Jessie for not ever wanting another man. Once you have had BIG FELLA inside of you, you never want another man”.

“OK, I understand. I just don't want anybody to think that I do not provide for you and that I have something over you. They need to know that you are with me on your own free will” Ben tells them.

“Janice, come with me, it is your turn to get trained” Ben tells her. “Yes, Master” is her response. “Renee, Becky come with me. They go into the master bedroom and Ben tells Renee. “I am going to train Janice. I am going to put a couple loads into your womb. I want to get you pregnant. Along with your daughter's Sam, Sarah and Rachel already want me to get them pregnant. They all stopped their birth control. I think Reanna wants to get pregnant also. Hopefully your girls are inclined to having multiples like you”.

“Master, I want to give you as many children as I can” Renee says as she start to suck on BIG FELLA. She takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth. She licks on the head of his cock. “Master, your cock is so beautiful” she then takes him deep into her throat and bobs up and down, she gets off of him before he can cums. She then squeezes BIG FELLA's head a couple of times. Ben then pushes deep inside of Janice. “OH, YES. FUCK ME MASTER”. Ben pounds 14 year old Janice's pussy. “POUND YOUR SLAVES WILLING PUSSY. THAT PUSSY IS YOURS MASTER”. He pushes through her cervix after an hour and pours his first load inside of Janice. He then exits her womb trapping his seed in her young womb waiting for an egg to be delivered. “Janice sweetheart, I love you and I am going to take care of you for the rest of our lives. We are going to have beautiful children together”. “Master, I hope I have two or three babies at a time for you. I love you, trust you and care for you. You are mine” Janice tells him. Ben cries at that and exits her young pussy, Renee starts to work on BIG FELLA within minutes he is hard again and start to pound Janice again. When he is ready to cum he pushes deep inside of Renee, pushing past her cervix and spewing his load deep inside of her. Becky gives him his supplements, vitamins and two little blue pills and sucks him hard again once he exits Renee. He pounds Janice and he puts five loads in Janice and five into Renee. They all fall asleep together and in the morning they take a shower together and go to the living room.

“Girls you want to take a drive and see the houses we own” Ben asks. They all say yes. The drive by the houses and Ben describes what he is planning the go out back on one of the three vacant houses to the beach. “We have our own private beach, I am going to wall it off on either side so that we do not have any intruders when we are down here. I think a couple months in the winter time and a couple of months in the summertime before hurricane season, this will be a nice place to come to get away” Ben tells them.

“You girls want to go shopping? Need to bring something back other than swollen bellies that hopefully have children in them” Ben asks.

“Ben, are you actually asking women if they want to shop? Of course we want to go shopping” Becky says and the girls all agree. They go to the local shopping destination and buy island clothes and nice souvenirs for the family and themselves. They have dinner out and then they go back to the house and Ben tells Janice it is time for her anal training. She smiles and says “Yes Master, lover” and heads to the master bedroom with Renee and Becky. They finish her training at 4 in the morning and Ben has put half of his loads into Renee. They sleep to Noon and then go swimming in the ocean till evening and have a nice home cooked meal.

After dinner Ben tells Claire “Claire it is your turn to start your training, lets go to the bedroom” they go to the master bedroom and after about ten minutes she starts cumming and cumming hard. He fucks her hard and fast for about an hour before pushing through her cervix and pouring his seed inside her young womb. “Claire I love you, I can't wait to see our children”. “Master, I love you. I love how BIG FELLA feels inside of me. Please continue to make love to me” Claire says. They have sex for the rest of the night, with half of the loads going into Renee. When he is done with her training they fall asleep in each others arms. The next afternoon Claire wakes up still in her Masters arms she rolls over and snuggles with him. Becky wakes up and looks at Claire, “Becky, I love waking up like this in our Masters arms”. She reaches down and starts to rub on BIG FELLA. Ben wakes up and looks into his lovers eyes. “Morning sweetheart, that was fantastic” Ben says to her. “Master, I love you” They kiss and make out as Becky reaches in and rubs her sister slave and kisses them both. “Master, I love our new slaves. They are so sweet and beautiful. I love making love with them and it sounds like you do too” Becky says to Ben.

“I do love it a lot, what do you girls think of Jessie?” Ben asks. “I like her, her pussy is sweet. I think she really loves BIG FELLA being inside of her. I love eating her out. How about you Claire what do you think?” Becky asks. “She sucks pussy good, and she is beautiful. I don't know how she can be down here and still be a slave” Claire says.

“Let's get something to eat and head to the beach and play in the water a little” Ben says as they get their suits on and eat a little breakfast and head out to the beach with the rest of the family. They stay out until dinner time and go back to the house. Renee and Becky cook dinner while Ben makes love to Laurie in the living room. “I know we haven't done this in a while, I love you, you know that right?” Ben asks her “Yes, my love. You are training many slaves. I know you love me and I love you with all my heart” Laurie says as Ben pushes an erect BIG FELLA inside of his second wife. “I am fertile now, give me a child my love”. The have sex for an hour before Ben is ready to push through her cervix. Becky calls everybody to dinner and Laurie says “FUCK DINNER. It is my turn with BIG FELLA”.

The fuck for another hour and take turns who is on top. When he is ready to cum he pushes through her cervix and pumps his load into her for twenty minutes. “FILL MY WOMB, MY LOVING HUSBAND”.

They finish their love-making and rest. “You two ready to eat yet?” Renee says. “Can you bring us two plates and two glasses of wine?” Ben asks She does and they eat dinner in each others arms. They fall asleep like that. Becky wakes them up and takes them into the master bedroom. They sleep till the next morning.

“Master, you must have been really tired” Claire says. “Yes I was, are you ready to complete your anal training?” Ben asks. “Yes, let me get you breakfast and your pills” Claire says. She goes and gets him his breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast with OJ and two bottles of Ensure.

“Master, do you really like this Ensure drink?” Claire asks. “Yes, I like it. Becky did some research on it and apparently it does wonders for your libido” Ben tells her. “I wouldn't think you would have a problem with that” Claire says. As he eats she sucks on BIG FELLA. When he is done with breakfast Becky comes over and takes the tray from him and Claire straddles him and pushes BIG FELLA deep into her young twelve year old ass. She makes him cum after twenty-five minutes. The make love the rest of the day. After the tenth time she leaves BIG FELLA inside of her ass as they take a nap. Clairice comes in after a couple of hours and tells her Master “I am next”.

“Yes you are. Let me take a shower and get cleaned up. I will start your training after we eat dinner”. After dinner Ben takes her into the bedroom and trains her pussy. He has Laurie and Becky sucking on her breast as he punishes her pussy from behind.

Ben is blowing little Clairice's mind. She is one orgasm overload when she comes down from one orgasm she has another one. This goes on for two hours as Ben's girls come in and witness the love-making session. Ben finally pushes through her cervix and dump his load inside of her womb. He cums for thirty minutes. Becky then goes and gets his pills and give them to him with another Ensure drink and a Gatorade. Meanwhile Reanna sucks on BIG FELLA and gets him hard again.

The repeat the previous session. With Reanna and Rachel sucking on Clairice's breast as Ben pounds her. They fuck that way until noon the next day. Clairice has ten huge loads in her womb and can barely move. Ben picks her up and takes her to her bed and snuggles with her as they sleep. When the wake up the get something to eat and start her anal training. He fucks her ass while two girls suck on her breasts and a third sucks on her clit.

When they are finished her training she sleeps in her Master's arms. Before she falls asleep she tells him “That was fantastic love-making, I don't think I want to do that ten times again. I am weak from climaxing so many times. I love you Master, Thank you for training me and accepting me as your slave”.

“My pleasure baby” Ben replies to her as they go to sleep. They sleep for twelve hours and get up and go to the living room. It is morning time and they rest until everybody else gets up. “Ben you are amazing lover” Clairice tells him. “You are not too bad yourself, sweetheart”.

For the next week they lay around the house go to the beach and have casual sex. Jessie comes over a couple nights for a session of love-making. She brings over the sale documents for Ben to take with him. The sales are final and they will be out of the houses by the middle of July.

“Jessie when they are out, I want the houses cleaned. I will be back with some of my girls to get it furnished. I will also be back to hire the construction company to put in the brick and block fence around the property. I will order the beds and have them delivered when we come down” Ben tells her.

He gives Renee the deed to her house. “Renee, I love you and this is for you and your girls and their children” Ben says. “I don't need this, I thank you for it” Renee says. They leave the Cayman Islands with a new slave their. Ben tells her to plan on coming up to Alabama in September. The final night in the Cayman Islands he spends making love to her.

The fly back and are greeted by Tiffani and Janet at the regional airport. They drive back to the mansion and Ben calls all his family to the mansion for a family meeting.

When the whole family is there he tells them the news “I have bought ten houses in the Cayman Islands. I put one in Tiffani, Janet, Crystal, Becky, Laurie, Kaitlin, and Nadia's names. They are for the whole family's use. We will be taking a trip down there in January for a couple of months. I also have these for you girls. Wait to open them until I pass them all out. I will go down to Tuscaloosa and give the ladies down there theirs. Alright open them up” Ben says.

“This says I have ten million dollars in a bank account in the Cayman Islands” Elfie says. “Yes, each of you have a bank account with ten million dollars in it. You are all millionaires, these are yours to do with as you choose. If you choose to leave me you will be setup for life. I am not going to keep you here against your will” Ben says. Alana looks around and speaks up “I think I speak for everybody here. I don't want your ten million dollars I want you and want to be with you. I am here on my own free will. I look forward to living with all of you in one house. I love you all with all my heart. Do you all agree?” they all shake their heads yes in agreement.

“OK, next week we are going to North Carolina to buy custom furniture. Be ready by Thursday” Ben tells them. Each lady comes up and thanks him and kisses him and strokes BIG FELLA.

************ Family Trip to North Carolina to Purchase Furniture ***************

Ben tells Becky we need to get a custom double California king bed made for our new master bedroom. You ladies need to make a decision whether you want a queen or king size bed. What type of wood you want it made from. And what design you want. I am going to put four poster canopy beds in the guest rooms. I am also putting on in my master bedroom. I have magazines here for you to look at and decide on something” Ben tells them.

Some of his ladies can't make it, Paula and Sally have to work as do Hillary. Ben notes what they want and tells them to plan on moving into the new mansion in September/October time frame.

They leave the mansion two days later with Darryl driving the bus. Ben and all his women heading to North Carolina on a two week furniture shopping trip. They get to the Charlotte area and check-in at the Ritz-Carlton, one of Ben's favorite hotels. He has booked the top two floors for his family.

The manager asks “Good afternoon, Mr. Barnes. Welcome back to the Ritz. If there is anything you need please give me a call. My cell phone is on the back. What brings you to our fine town?”

Ben “We are up here to shop for custom furniture, we need to get beds and bedroom furniture for about a hundred rooms. Need to get a dinning room tables that will seat at least fifty. Do you know of any large custom furniture makers that are in the general area?”

Manager “Not off the top of my head, but let me check around. I will call your room in about an hour. Do you already have a list of companies that you plan to go checkout?”. “Yes I do”. “Can I get a copy of that list?” the manager asks Ben and he makes a copy.

They go to their rooms and there is a bottle of Dom Pérignon in every room on ice with cheeses and crackers. A note reads “Complements of the Management”. Becky says to Ben “That is a very nice touch. I guess your reputation is getting around Ben”. There is a call on the phone and Becky picks it up. It is Vivian she says there is a bottle of champagne and cheeses in their room. Becky informs her that it is in every room and that they should make sure that the younger ladies do not get drunk off of it. Vivian being the mother said she will take care of that.

In an hour there is a knock on the door and Ben answers it. The manger is at the door with the list that Ben provided and also a list of his own.

“Mr. Barnes, I called all the owners of the stores on your list and expressed to them that they should take very good care of you and your family. That you are very special guest of the Ritz-Carlton and that I would take it as a personal favor that they would treat you right. I mapped out your destinations so that you can maximize your time. I have the owners names next to the store and his cell phone number, when you get to the store ask for him and he will personally assist you. I also have another list that I put together from a recommendation from a friend in the business. It has a couple of your stores on it, they are large businesses that can handle large orders” the Manager tells Ben.

“All the furniture is to be made out of hardwood, no veneers. It needs to be built and ready to be delivered to my mansion by September 1st. I will call your list and see what they say. Thanks for doing this for me” Ben tells the Manager.

The manager leaves, and Ben asks Becky “Let's go to the first store tonight and then go to dinner”. “That is fine with me, Let me get the others ready and call Darryl to get the bus in the front”

They all leave thirty minutes later for the first store on the list. They enter the store and ask for the owner. The salesman asks who is asking and Ben tells him his name and the person calls on the phone, before the salesman puts down the phone the owner is running from the back of the store to where Ben is standing.

“Mr. Barnes, welcome to Hackett Furniture, my name is Paul Hackett how can I help you?” Paul Hackett says almost out of breath.

“I am in town to buy furniture for my new mansion. I need furniture made out of hardwood only, no veneers. I am looking at a bed that will hold two California king size beds. I like four poster canopy beds. Do you have any that I can see? And can my ladies look around and check out what you have on display?” Ben tells him.

“Sure let me get the salesmen over here to help them” He calls the salesmen and tells them to take care of Mr. Barnes family, take notes and to take very good care of them

Ben, Becky and Paul go look at the canopy beds and they see one they like. “Can you make this out of mahogany? Ben asks. Paul says yes. “I want a two nightstands a dresser, two makeup tables with attached mirrors that match all made out of mahogany do you have those on display?”

Paul “We have some, We can match that design with the makeup tables with mirrors, Do you want lights around the mirror, Mrs. Barnes?” “That would be nice, Paul, not very big but bright” Becky responds.

Ben “I need all this furniture to be made and ready to be delivered by September 1st is that possible?” “Yes, sir” Paul is quick to answer.

“I need a large dinning room table that can seat 75, I was thinking something in a u-shape in our formal dinning room. With fluted pedestals made out of mahogany. Do you have any examples on display” Ben asks.

“The dinning room tables are over here, we do not have any that seat 75 people, but can design something that I can FedEx to you for your approval” Paul says as they head that way. Ben and Becky see the pedestals they like and asks can those be put on their table. They look at tables and decide on a table they like. The go and meet with the other ladies and some have picked out beds some just want to go to dinner. Ben goes and finalizes there purchases.

“I need these items delivered in September, I do not know the exact date because my mansion is not ready to move into yet. I will know something by August. Do you guys deliver and setup?” Ben asks

“Depend on where you live?” Paul says. “On the Alabama-Georgia border in Alabama. I will give you the exact address. I figure it will cost more”

Paul tabulates the figures and estimates the dinning room table gives the figure to Ben and Becky with terms. For a dinning room table and a double California king size bed, and three sled beds and a couple contemporary beds with dressers that match it is over a two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

“Paul, do you have your wire information? I will wire the deposit over to your account tomorrow” Ben asks him. Paul goes and gives him the information and thanks him for his business.

They leave and go out to dinner. The next couple of days they work through the list of furniture stores. They leave Charlotte and head to Asheville to look at the furniture stores up there. They have about twenty more beds to decide on. They go to one store and the ladies fine five beds and furniture that matches. Ben tells the owner his requirements and he agrees to it. He does this until everybody has a new bedroom suite. Most are king size beds.

Ben then tells them that they are going to one final store that specializes in canopy beds. They head that way, Ben tells Becky “Becky, I want the guest suites to have luxurious king size beds, with matching nightstands and dressers. I think matching wainscot paneling would look great in those rooms”.

They go in and asks for the owner and again the salesman asks his name. The owner hustles down to meet them. Ben tells the owner he is looking for five king size canopy beds with matching dressers and nightstands. He is also looking for matching wainscot paneling. “Do you do that here?”

Owner “Yes we do we have samples of wainscot paneling, but lets look at the canopy beds first”. They choose the beds they like, five different ones with matching dressers and nightstands. They then look at the wainscot samples. Becky likes it.

Ben “We will take the it all in cherry, all hardwood no veneers. I will FedEx you the floor plans for the five guest suites when we get back home. They are approximately 20×30, would love the door frames to match in cherry also. Can you come up with a ballpark figure?”.

Owner “Let me work on that. Janice, can you get refreshments for Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and his family?”

Tiffani comes in and asks Ben and Becky to look at the cribs and changing tables. They excuse themselves and go with Tiffani. Ben and Becky both like them and Becky tells the owner “Put ten changing tables and fifty cribs in our order please”.

The price tag on the cribs are $500 a piece and the changing tables are $750. Owner tells them “The list price on that is $32,500. I will give you those for $20,000, the wainscot paneling is at least $75,000 in cherry and the furniture is another $45,000. That is a total of $140,000”.

Ben “We need it delivered and installed also we need it to be made by September 1st is that date something that you can meet?”

Owner “Yes, where do you live?”. “On the Alabama-Georgia border, it is about six hours from here” Ben tells him. “You want it installed also, Mr. Barnes”. “Just the beds, I will have my guys do the wainscot in the rooms”. “OK, I will do it for $5,000”.

Ben “Deal, I will wire the deposit to your bank if you give me the information”. The owner goes and gets the information. Tiffani comes in and tells Ben that everybody is hungry. The owner comes back with the information and Ben asks if there is a great place to eat around here. The owner tells him of the place he likes. Ben asks if they can seat 75 and the owner calls the restaurant owner and tells him that he has a special customer that is coming over with a crowd
of 75.

Owner “Mr. Barnes they say they can seat you and are getting the tables arranged right now”

Ben “Tell them we will be there in fifteen minutes”. Ben shakes the Furniture store owners hand and leaves.

They go to the restaurant and eat. It is a nice North Carolina Barbeque restaurant. The get racks of ribs, slaw, minced pork and beef. Pitchers of Beer and sodas and have a great time.

Becky is walking out of the restaurant and is accosted by a redneck who has been watching her, Ben and the family. Joe is within hearing distance of the encounter.

Redneck “What are you doing sweet thing with that big nigger? You should be with your own kind”.

Becky “What did you say to me? That is my husband and I love him and he is no nigger. You are!”
Redneck draws back his hand to strike Becky as he is tackled by Joe. Joe starts to hit him and proceeds to gouge out his eyes. “How dare you insult my Mistress you redneck asshole. I am going to kill you motherfucker!”. Joe continues to pound on him as the rednecks wife and children look on. A couple of guys try to pull him off as the cops show up. Joe finally calms down and is put in handcuffs.

Becky tells the police what the redneck said to her and he was about to strike her when Joe came to her defense. Cop said he almost killed the man, he is going to be in the hospital for a while if he had to guess. He tells her that he is going to have to arrest Joe. Ben comes over and tells the officer that Becky is his wife and Joe is their friend. He asks where are they taking him and tells Joe that he will be getting his lawyers up here.

The family get back on the bus and head to the police station where Joe is booked on assault. Ben tells Joe to not say anything and that he has lawyers coming. Ben goes and talks on his phone. He calls his lawyers and his friends. The next morning they meet at the police station with the lawyers. They police say that all charges are dropped and give him the address of the rednecks family home and where he is hospitalized. On the document it lists the rednecks name and that of his wife and kids. His name is Ray 40, his wife Madison 36, and children Ray Jr. 17, Grace 16, Kelli 14 and Brooklyn who is 11.

Ben takes Joe back to the hotel and tells him to stay there. He then goes to the hospital with Becky, Darryl and Jamal. He goes to the administrative offices and tells them that he is paying for the hospital bills for Ray. He goes up to Ray's room and tells him that he is paying for the bills, he says “Fuck you nigger!”, his wife Madison shakes her head “I am sorry for my husband. He was out of line with his comment about you and to your wife”.

“Shut up Bitch” Ray says as the nurse comes in and tells them they need to leave. “Ray is going to be in there a long time. They say it might be three months before he can get out” Madison says.

“Where are my manners, I am sorry I am Madison and these are my children Ray, Grace, Kelli, and Brooklyn” Madison tells them.

“I am Ben Barnes, this is my lovely wife Becky and my friends Darryl and Jamal. Can we take you home” Ben asks.

“Yes I would appreciate that, Our car got repossessed last month. That bastard Ray has been out of work for six months. He doesn't even look anymore” Madison tells him.

They drive back to their house and go in. Ben looks around and tells the girls “You need to get undressed now. You are mine, That bastard father of yours forfeited your life to me. I am now your Master. You are going to be my slaves. I am going to breed all four of you. Starting with the girls. You are going to come home with me and spend the rest of your lives serving me and my friends. You are going to be breeder slaves and fuck toys. Now get those fucking clothes off”.

Ray Jr. comes over and yells “You are not fucking my mother and sisters”. Jamal and Darryl subdue him, strip him and tie him to a chair and put a sock in his mouth. “Damn, Ben look at the cock on Ray Jr. I think we can make use of him. Laurie needs a fuck toy. We need to get him fixed though. I think a Prince Albert would look good in that cock of his” Becky tells him. She takes a ruler over and measures his limp cock and then strokes him hard. “Damn, his is 9 ½” long with a nice girth. Are you a virgin Ray?” Becky asks him. Ray shakes his head yes.

The girls now have their clothes off Ben examines them. “Now are all you girls virgins?” he asks they all shake their heads yes. “Good, I am going to have to wait to fuck the shit out of your mother. But I am going to take your vicinities right now. I am going to start with Grace's pussy”. He then takes Grace over to the couch and spreads her legs as she looks at her mother in distress. Ben then starts to suck on her pussy which has a musky sweat smell. He licks and sucks her to two orgasms as her mother watches. Becky notices that her mother is getting wet by watching Ben with her daughter.

When he is done with giving her a third orgasm he gets up and tells her to suck on BIG FELLA. She shakes her head no and he slaps her “Suck my cock, get it hard” Ben says. Grace opens her mouth and Ben pushes BIG FELLA in. She has a hard time with it as Ben forcefully pushes his cock down her throat. He strokes a limp BIG FELLA in and out of her throat until he gets hard and then he starts pushing all sixteen inches into her throat. When her lips are around the base of his cock he tells Grace's sisters and mother “This is how you suck BIG FELLA, you are all going to do this and get use to this. When you suck my cock you are to take it all the way down your throat. Is that understood?”. They all shake their heads yes. Little Brooklyn is crying a little, she is scared. Ben takes BIG FELLA out of Grace's mouth and proceeds to fuck her. He is not gentle, he takes her virginity in one stroke. He pounds right up against her cervix. He fucks her like a jackhammer for an hour before he breaks through her cervix and then continues to fuck her womb. He cums in her womb after fucking her for two hours.

When he is done he pulls out and tells Grace “You are mine, you are going to give me a lot of children. That is your purpose in life, you do that and I will take care of you. All you girls are going to get trained when we are back in my mansion. Training consists of us having sex ten times consecutively in you pussy and then ten times in your ass. You are then to suck my cock, or give me a blow job twenty times in a row. Within a couple of months all four of you are going to be pregnant. Even you my little minx, Brooklyn. I am going to pound that sweet little pussy and ass of yours next. Get over here and suck on my cock. By the way his name is BIG FELLA”

Brooklyn reluctantly gets up and comes over and Ben guides BIG FELLA into her small mouth. He tells Jamal to push her head down on BIG FELLA and he does. Ben tells her to swallow, swallow as BIG FELLA is stretching her young throat. When Ben is finally hard he takes BIG FELLA out of her throat, he spreads Brooklyn's legs and pushes BIG FELLA in up to her hymen.

“Baby, I am going to take it easier on you. You are so young. I do not really want to hurt you sweetheart. You will get use to BIG FELLA being in you. I am your Master now. I am going to take care of you. You are going to provide me with at least twenty babies. Have your periods started yet?” Ben whispers in her ear. She nods yes. “Good, baby. You are mine. You are going to sleep with me for the rest of your life”.

Ben takes his time with young Brooklyn gently stroking her pussy and then pushes deep breaking her hymen and she lets out a cry as he begins to pick up steam. He pounds Brooklyn's pussy for two hours making her cum repeatedly from his efforts. “Madison, I think you baby likes BIG FELLA in her pussy. Do you like BIG FELLA Brooklyn baby?”

“Yes, Master. It hurt like hell at first but it is beginning to feel better” Brooklyn tells her new Master. Ben then pushes through her cervix and pumps a huge load into her young womb. When he exits her pussy she looks down and sees her belly swollen. “Master, is that your sperm in my womb?” “Yes my little sex slave, it is. Do you like being my slave?” “I enjoyed you fucking me”. “Baby, I just made love to you, I fucked Grace. I am going to fuck the shit out of your mother when we get to our mansion”

“Master, thank you for making love with me” Brooklyn says. “Get BIG FELLA hard for me again, please” Ben tells her as she leans over and sucks on BIG FELLA, she still has a hard time getting it down her throat after a few minutes Ben pushes her head down on BIG FELLA. He loves how her throat squeezes his and is making him hard. Becky comes over after Ben takes BIG FELLA out of Brooklyn's throat and puts her on her hands and knees. She has some vasaline from the bathroom, and smears it on her asshole and BIG FELLA. “Please don't fuck my daughter's ass, Ben” Madison asks as Ben pushes BIG FELLA into her ass. Brooklyn screams and starts to cry a little after a while she looks up and tells her mother “Too late, I am Master Ben's slave” she is rocking back and forth on BIG FELLA. “Master, it is getting better” After about an hour Ben is ready to cum and takes BIG FELLA out of her ass and wipes him off and then pushes him deep inside her pussy pressing against her cervix until it gives way and dumps his load in her womb.

Ben the lays next to her and whispers in her ear “Brooklyn, baby you did great. Thank you for giving me your virginity”. She replies “I didn't you took it. But now that you did you own me. You have to take care of me”. “I will baby”. He then kisses her and sucks on her little 32B breasts. He looks up at Kelli “Are you ready, Kelli? Do you want to be fucked like Grace or made love to like Brooklyn?”

“Made love to” Kelli says. “I am your Master, you are my slave. My sex slave you will address me accordingly!” Ben tells her as he comes over and spreads her legs “Yes, Master” he then drops his head in between her legs and starts to suck on her pussy. He licks her from her asshole to her clit. He licks and sucks on her clit taking her button into his mouth after it has become erect and proceeds to give her an orgasm. He then spreads her labia sand starts to lick her inner pussy lips and her love canal. He then strokes her hymen which drives her crazy. Kelli starts to buck her hips and she starts to squirt all over her new Master. Ben sucks it all down, and licks her clean.

Ben sits on the couch and tells Kelli “Suck BIG FELLA until he is hard, make sure you take him down your throat”. “Yes Master” is her reply as she gets on her knees in front of him and starts to suck on BIG FELLA. Her mouth is bigger then Brooklyn's and takes BIG FELLA easier, she still needs help getting down her throat but after about twenty minutes Ben is hard again. He then puts Kelli on her hands and knees and begins to slowly push BIG FELLA into her virgin pussy. She starts to moan and groan, “Oh, Damn Master that is tight. Go easy”. “Kelli, baby this is going to hurt a lot” Ben tells her as he pushes through her hymen. Once past he pushes all the way to her cervix. He stops there and tells her “You did good, relax and adjust to the size of BIG FELLA. We are going to have a lifetime of love-making head of us” After a couple of minutes he begins to stroke her pussy. He pounds her pussy for 90 minutes before pushing through her cervix and stroking deep into her womb.

“Kelli, you are going to have my children. You are going to raise them with me and my family. You and your sisters are going to serve my family. You are to give me multiple children. I always want you and your sisters pregnant. I am going to dump my seed in your womb everyday until you are pregnant. You are my slave” Ben tells her then starts to cum in her womb. “Oh, GOD MASTER, it is so warm” she tells him.

“Madison, you see your girls are now my slaves, your son Ray Junior over there is going to be my second wife's fuck toy. Becky's fuck was the one that defended her when your husband was insulting her and about to strike her” Ben tells her while he is still firmly lodged in her 14 year old daughter's pussy. “I am going to take Kelli's other cherry now like I did Brooklyn's. Come over here and suck BIG FELLA until he is hard”
Madison reluctantly does as she is told. She is conflicted by her emotions, she is aroused by watching BIG FELLA stretch her daughter's pussies and Brooklyn's ass, she is also at the same time discussed by it. She kneels in front of Ben and takes BIG FELLA into her hands. “Now suck on him, get him hard” he tells her. “OK” is her reply. “OK, What?”. “OK, Master”. She takes BIG FELLA into her mouth and starts sucking, she is better at this then her virgin daughter's, which is to be expected, but still has a hard time getting it down her throat. “How big is your husband, Madison?” Ben asks her.

Madison takes BIG FELLA out of her mouth “Ray Sr. is really small compared to you. He is only five inches and really really thin” she tells him. “I wonder where your son gets his size from?” Becky asks as she strokes Madison's sons cock. “I don't know, are you really going to fix my son Master?”

“Most definitely, Madison, I can't have him impregnating my wives” Ben tells her as she strokes and licks on BIG FELLA. “How many wives do you have?”. “I think the count is up to 70 right now give or take. You and your daughter's are going to be our servants. Our sexual servants. Deep throat BIG FELLA and quit talking” She does as she is instructed and gets BIG FELLA hard.

When BIG FELLA is hard he goes over to Kelli and pushes BIG FELLA into her lubricated asshole which elicits a scream and a few tears. “Damn that is huge, Master” she tells Ben as he begins to pump her ass. “You will get use to it” Ben tells his new sex slave. Ben fucks her ass for the next hour and a half without stop and without mercy. He drives BIG FELLA deep inside her colon. Ben pops in and out of her ass, stretching her sphincter muscle. “You are mine now, Kelli, your ass is mine” Ben tells her and starts to cum in her colon. Kelli is whipped, she collapses after Ben exits her ass and passes out.

Ben goes to the bathroom and washes up and takes his pills. Brooklyn comes in and asks “Master, Can I have some more? Will you make love to me some more, in my bed, before we leave this place forever?” “Yes my sweet little sex slave”. She kneels in front of Ben and starts to suck on BIG FELLA getting him hard. She then lays down on the bed, and tells her Master “Come and get it”.

Ben inserts BIG FELLA into her once virgin pussy. “Damn, you are still really tight Brooklyn”. “Master, I don't want to be your sex slave. I want to be your lover, make me like your other women. I only want to please you and be loved by you” Brooklyn says. Ben continues to pound her pussy. They fuck for the next four hours and Ben falls asleep with Brooklyn in his arms. When they wake up Ben tells her “I will think about your request. I will discuss it with Becky when we get back to the mansion”.

“Thank you, Master. I love having sex with you. BIG FELLA is amazing, so big and beautiful” Brooklyn says as she takes BIG FELLA into her hands and looks into Ben's eyes “I want to be your woman. I know I am only eleven, but I feel a connection to you” she then starts to suck and lick on BIG FELLA. She bobs her head up and down on him and starts to take him down her throat when Becky comes into the bedroom.

“Are you two ever going to finish making love? I am beginning to be jealous of Brooklyn” Becky says to them. “Mistress Becky, I am just showing some affection to my Master” Brooklyn says to her after taking an erect BIG FELLA out of her throat and begins to straddle him. She reaches out a hand to Becky. “I love my new Master and lover. I want to be his woman just like the rest of you” she then pushes her pussy down on BIG FELLA. “I love how it feels to have BIG FELLA inside me, he stretches me out, fills me up”

Brooklyn starts grinding on BIG FELLA moving him in and out of her pussy at her own speed which amazes Becky on how fast she is taking it. After about 45 minutes Ben rolls her over to her back and starts to jackhammer her. “Pound me my love, GOD I LOVE THIS MAN”. Ben fucks her for another two hours. Madison, Kelli and Grace take turns and come in and witness Ben making their sister his.

In the living room “I think Master has a favorite among us Mom” Grace says. “I haven't had a crack at BIG FELLA yet. I don't think he has favorites. I think we will all be happy in his company. Do you like having sex with him, Kelli Grace?”

“It hurt the first time he put it in me, but as I got stretched out and use to his size I began to love it. He gave me so many orgasms that I couldn't stand it after a while. I liked it in my ass also” Kelli tells her mother. “I like it, actually I loved it after I got broken in” Grace said. “I am not going to miss this place at all. As long as Ray Jr. and you are with us we will be fine. I think Ray Jr. is going to like being a sex slave”.

“I loved my blowjob last night that Becky gave me” Ray Jr. said.
When he is finished fucking his new sex slaves he gets up and takes them one by one to the shower and cleans them up. He then gets them dressed and tells them that this will be the last time they will ever see this house. He has yet to decide on Ray Sr.'s fate. Madison says “Fuck him, that asshole”

They pack what little they can and put it in the bus and head on board. He tells the girls to get undressed in the back. That he will be having sex with each one of them on the way home. But first he needs to go say goodbye to their father.

They arrive at the hospital and Ben goes in and checks on Ray. Ray, of course, is blind and has multiple broken bones from Joe's ass-kicking. Ben pulls up a chair and whispers in Ray's ear “Ray, this is Ben Barnes the man you call a nigger. I just wanted to let you know that your wife and daughter's are now mine. I just got finished popping your daughter's cherries, both in their pussies and asses. I am going to fuck the ever living shit out of your lovely wife when I get back to my town and get her checked out and make sure your redneck ass did not give her any diseases. Oh, by the way, your daughter's love my 16” cock. Each of them took it all the way down their throats. Your baby girl Brooklyn loved me fucking her. She even came back for seconds and thirds. They are now my sex slaves. Your son will be my wife's fuck toy after we get him fixed and get his cock pierced. Madison loves sucking on a real cock, she tells me that you only have five little inches. It is amazing you ever got her pregnant, much less four times. I think Ray Jr. is somebody else child because he is packing nearly ten inches of white cock. I might even let him fuck his sisters if it pleases me. I just thought you should know that before I leave town. You be a good boy and recuperate nicely and don't give any of these nice nurses a hard time and I might let you see your wife and daughter's again. Oh, I guess you won't be able to see them but be able to talk to them. I am going to enjoy breeding your daughter's and your wife. By the time you get out of here they all will be pregnant with my nigger baby”.

Ray is under a lot of pain medication and cannot respond, but has a distressed look on his face. Ben gets up and tells him “Ray, I hope you get well soon. Take care of yourself”. Ben leaves the hospital with a huge grin on his face and enters the awaiting bus.

“Madison, girls Ray wishes you all well and hopes to get better soon” Ben says as he sits next to Brooklyn who unzips BIG FELLA and looks Ben right in the eye and says “FUCK HIM, that racist asshole cost me more than one friend. He is not going to cost me my lover BIG FELLA” she then starts to suck on BIG FELLA. “This is mine, I want this inside me whenever you want to give it to me Master. I am your fuck slave” she says as she licks on the shaft of BIG FELLA. Brooklyn then shoves BIG FELLA down her throat. She chicken heads on BIG FELLA for a good twenty minutes before she gets off and gets on top and starts to ride BIG FELLA. She is yelling “FUCK ME MASTER, FUCK ME MASTER”.

“Madison, I think I have a sex addict on my hands here” Ben tells her. “You made her one with that BIG FELLA. When will we get to your mansion, Master?” Madison asks. “About six hours, why?”. “I want you to get whoever you need over to your mansion to give me a blood test and checkup and give me a clean bill of health. Because then I am going to fuck you to death”.

“You can try, Madison, you can try” Ben tells her as Brooklyn continues her bouncing up and down on BIG FELLA. She finally gets him past her cervix and tells everybody, “OH GOD, MASTER is in my womb” They fuck for forty-five minutes before he is ready to cum, Brooklyn senses this and stops riding BIG FELLA and takes him into her mouth and starts sucking on him.

When he is done cuming down her throat she gets up and sits on her lovers lap and kisses him. She whispers in his ear “I love you Master, you have yourself a willing sex slave. I am yours do with me as you choose”.

He picks her up and sits her down next to him and she goes to sleep. “Brooklyn is so sweet, Madison. Kelli your next” Ben says. “Yes, Master”. Kelli gets up and comes over and leans over and sucks BIG FELLA hard again. Kelli then guides it into her pussy and starts bouncing up and down on him. “Do you like having sex with me, Kelli?” Ben asks her, “Yes, Master. I really don't think I would have ever come across another cock like yours otherwise. I like how it feels inside of me”

Ben lets Kelli ride BIG FELLA for about thirty minutes before he picks her up and puts her in the back of the bus that has cushions. It was designed for this purpose, pounding his girls. He starts to throttle Kelli hard and fast. Every five minutes she cries out that she is having an orgasm. After an hour of constant pounding Ben pushes through her cervix and starts pounding her womb. He does this for thirty minutes and finally cums hard inside of her.

Kelli kisses her Master and tells him “God that was fantastic, I think I am going to enjoy being your sex slave”. “Kelli have you ever eaten pussy before?” Ben asks. “No, I have not” is her reply. “Well, you are going to have to learn. What Joe, the guy that attacked your father. That is his purpose in life” Ben tells her.

“Master, if you don't mind would you do me a favor” Kelli asks. “Sure, if I can” he tells her.

“Please don't ever mention my father ever again. I do not want to know that he even exists anymore. He is dead to me” Kelli tell him. “OK”.

“Grace, it is your turn. Get back her and bring BIG FELLA back to life” Ben calls to her. “Yes, Master”

Grace and Kelli pass each other and Grace asks Kelli “Are you OK, Kelli?”. “Yes, I think I am falling in love with him. I love how he makes me feel” Kelli tells her sister. “Doesn't he make you climax also?” “Yes he does Kelli”.

Grace gets down on her knees and starts to suck on BIG FELLA she tastes Ben's cum and also her sisters she looks up at Ben and he tells her “You look so beautiful with BIG FELLA down your throat, I am going to enjoy making love to you and your mother and sisters. The sooner you accept that the faster you can start to enjoy it”.
She gets BIG FELLA hard and takes it out of her throat. She climbs on top of Ben and pushes down on BIG FELLA she starts to hump him and Ben asks her “Tell me you enjoy it, tell me that you love having sex with me. Tell me” he keeps this up for 45 minutes and then turns her over and starts to throttle her. “Tell me what I want to hear”.

“OH GOD MASTER, You are making me cum over and over again” she screams.

“Tell me what I want to hear” Ben says.

“OK YES, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK ME. WHO THE FUCK WOULDN'T WITH THAT BIG FUCKING COCK OF YOURS. OH GOD I AM CUMMING AGAIN” Grace screams as she cums over and over again.

Ben leans over and whispers in her ear “Tell me that you love me, I know you do”. “OK, God OK. Master I LOVE YOU. Please don't ever stop fucking me. I am yours. I am your slave. Fuck me”.

They arrive back at the mansion and they all head inside, Madison and her girls are already naked but as they enter the house Becky tells them the house rules. “Girls, there is to be no clothes worn in my house by any woman unless there are guest in the house. That is a rarity around here. I will get your dress sizes and get you all a dress so that when we do go out you will have clothes to wear. There is to be no hair below the neckline. Emily will permanently remove all your hair below your neckline tomorrow. I will just trim your bush Madison. You will be given your “Property of Ben Barnes” tattoos on your lower backs tomorrow. You will also be tattooed fuck slave on your shoulder, and breeder on your groin. I will be starting you on fertility drugs and pregnancy vitamins tomorrow. You will have to earn your other tattoos. Madison the doctor is on his way, Master is in the pool area getting a rub down by Kiki, Kali, and Mami. Let me warn you. He is probably going to fuck you for at least two days or until you pass out”

“Yeah, right no man can go two days straight fucking” Madison says.

“You don't know my husband, he might just fuck you into the grave” Laurie tells her. “Bring it on, wait how many wives does Ben have?” Madison asks. “Legally he has only one, Becky. But I am his second wife. I go with him everywhere. Although he treats us all like his only wife. We all love him, and care for him. You see we all have wedding bands on and engagement rings” Laurie answers her.

Becky takes Madison up to the Master bathroom and trims her bush, on the way Madison says “This place is huge, how many rooms do you have?”

“This has 13 bedrooms, indoor pool and the other usual rooms in a mansion. We are building a new mansion that will have 150 bedrooms and two dinning rooms, living rooms, game room, indoor pool with jacuzzi and hot tub and sauna. We are going to have a large weight room and an entertainment room with stadium seating. A huge kitchen with an attached eating area. Rooms for the domestics, huge laundry facility. We are going to have a whole wing for the children, a extra large nursery for the babies. We will have two nurses on duty twenty-four hours a day. We already have a OB/GYN that is a slave. We are going to have an outdoor pool with volleyball and basketball courts. It will have a large BBQ pit and seating for picnics. We are currently looking at building a school for all our children. We currently have seven teachers that are slaves that will teach in that school. They will be homeschooling us next year” Becky tells Madison.

“Damn, Master is really rich” Madison says. “You can say that, lets get this bush trimmed” Becky tells her as she gets her trimmers out and goes to town on the bush cutting it back to stubble, enough for Emily to use her machine.

They go to the pool area and Becky tells her to take it easy for a while until Doctor Reynolds arrives. Ben and Becky go to the den to talk about Brooklyn's status.

Ben “Brooklyn want to be more than a sex slave. She wants to be an equal with my other ladies. I don't think I will offer that to her sisters or her mother. I want to know your opinion. Should we allow her to be a regular slave?”

Becky “You really like her?”

Ben “She gave herself so willingly, almost like you did. I like her a lot. I want her to be in our bed, to be a bed slave”.

Becky “Brooklyn needs to learn how to perform cunnilingus. If she does good, I will approve her”.

Ben goes and gets Brooklyn and brings her back to the den. “Brooklyn, you need to eat your Mistresses pussy now” Ben tells her. “Yes, Master, my pleasure”.

“Mistress Becky, I have never done this, but I experienced Master's talented tongue. I will let that guide me” Brooklyn tells her as she kneels between her legs and starts to lick on her slit she works her magic on her anus all the way up to her clit and then back down. Brooklyn then spreads her pussy lips and licks the inside of her pussy and then sticks her tongue down her tunnel.

“Ben, I think she passed her test” Becky says as she comes down from a powerful orgasm. Little Brooklyn sucks down all of Becky's cum. “Do I do good Mistress Becky?” Brooklyn asks.

“Yes, sweetie you did great. Master asked me if I would accept you as a member of the family and not just as a sex slave. Do you know the requirements?” Becky asks.

“Yes, Master has to fuck my pussy ten times straight and then my ass ten times straight without interruption. I will also have to perform a blowjob on him twenty times in a row. Master can have my pussy and ass a hundred times in a row if he wants” Brooklyn says.
“OK, if you are willing to go through the training we are willing to accept you as a full member of our family. You will become like one of Ben's wives. We will not make this offer to your mother or your sisters. We might have you have sex with your brother Ray, do you agree to that” Becky asks.

“Yes Mistress Becky, but I would prefer to only have sex with Master. I want to provide him with a child every chance I can get pregnant. I want to give him multiple babies. Will those fertility drugs help me with that, Mistress Becky?” Brooklyn asks.

“Yes, they should. We can asks Nadia when we go back out to the pool area” Becky says. “Put this ring on see how it fits” it fits perfectly. “OK, when you are finished with your training you are going to get your piercings also. Master is going to fuck your mother silly for the next couple of days and then rest for a couple of days. Then he will start your training. Welcome to the family.” Becky tells her. She jumps up and kisses Becky and Ben “I love you both, especially you Ben”. Brooklyn squeezes BIG FELLA and looks at her Master “Can I have some, Please?”

“You sure can, My sweet little lover” Ben says as she starts to suck on BIG FELLA. They fuck for the next two hours, when they are done they go to the pool area and tell everybody the news.

“Ladies, I have decided to accept Brooklyn as my wife, and slave. She is going to be trained after I get done with Madison. She is going to be a bed slave and a breeder slave. She is going to be my third wife behind Laurie. Come over and welcome her to the family” Ben tells his girls as he goes and sits beside Madison.

“Doctor, did you get a chance to run the tests on Madison here? Is she clean?” Ben asks.

“Ben, my dear friend, she is clean and healthy. I have given her a fertility shot as I did her daughters. I gave Laurie a prescription for their fertility drugs. You have quite a collection of beautiful women. Your mom would be proud of you” Doc Reynolds tells him.

“Thanks doc. I am going to rest a bit. I just got finished pounding the crap out of Brooklyn. I love that sweet little girl. She is going to make a perfect little wife. I can't wait to get her trained. She is so sweet and very giving” Ben tells Madison.

“So are you going to make the rest of us your wives?” Madison asks, “No, only Brooklyn.” is his response. “She is going to be traveling with me everywhere just like Laurie, or course except when her pregnancies will not let her. I plan to get her pregnant once a year for as long as she can bare children”.

“Master, she is only eleven. Most women can give birth until they are at least forty. That is over thirty children” Madison says. “Not if she is on fertility drugs. I figure she is good for at least a sixty if not more. Hopefully she can carry mostly twins or triplets” Ben says.

“Damn, you want to make her into a baby factory” Madison says. “You don't want to be a grandmother a hundred times over? How about a great grandmother fifty times over? I plan on you getting pregnant at least ten times. With your daughters getting pregnant, I figure you and your girls will have at least two hundred babies. Your babies will eventually be having babies. If you and your daughters have girls then in twelve years they will be having babies. Ben Jr. is going to have fun with his siblings” Ben says.

Becky goes and gets Ben's pills while he takes a nap. Madison goes and talks to Tiffani and Janet.

“Master just informed me that he plans on getting me and my girls pregnant every year until we can't get pregnant again. He thinks we can give him a couple hundred children. Is he insane?” Madison asks.

“NO, Madison he is not insane. He just loves women and wants a large family. You see all his women that are always around him, always taking care of him. You see all of us that are pregnant and showing. Some are not even showing yet. We all want to give him children. Although most will only give him between 5 to 10. Becky wants to have at least 10, Laurie hasn't started yet. Elfie says she is in for at least 15, but that might change. Most of the girls that are between the ages of 12-22 want to give their Master at least ten babies. My sister has been taking fertility drugs and is now pregnant, it is early though. I hope she has twins or even triplets. She probably loves Master the most next to Becky and Laurie. Renee would probably jump in front of a speeding bus if it would save her Master. I love Master, he is my lover, my babies daddy, my son-in-law and my grandson's father. He is the nicest most generous man I have ever met. I love him with all my soul. I thank God everyday that he brought Ben into my life and my daughter's life” Tiffani tells her.

“Madison, Ben is the best man I ever met. I brought my sisters with me when I decided to become a slave. He not only accepted me, but also my sisters even though I deceived him. Janie is pregnant with me, we got pregnant in Hawaii with Tiffani. I believe my other two sisters want to get pregnant when we move into our new mansion. I love Ben with all my heart as do my sisters. You will not be a full fledged slave, but you will never want for nothing. You will be in the lap of luxury for the rest of your life” Janet tells her.

“I know, my life with my former husband was a life of misery. He was a bastard, low-life redneck. My children were literally poor white trash. At least now they are in a better place. It looks like Ray is enjoying his new life” Madison says.

“Just wait until Sheila puts that Prince Albert piercing in the end of his cock. He is going to have his ears, nipples and scrotum pierced tomorrow also” Tiffani tells her, “Ray, can you come over here”. Ray comes over and Tiffani starts to suck on his cock. She sucks him deep down her throat. She sucks him until he cums. “Madison, give Ray a blowjob”.

“Ray, can you go again?” Madison asks him “Yes, mom”. “Ray, she is no longer your mother. She is just another woman that needs servicing. You will be sucking on her pussy and fucking her eventually” Tiffani tells him. He responds “Yes, Mistress Tiffani” with a smile on his face.

“You like the idea of fucking Madison, Ray?” Janet asks. “Yes, she is a very attractive woman. As are all of Master's women”.

“Well after you get your piercings, I am gong to take you to get your vasectomy so that you can't get anybody pregnant” Tiffani says. “Yes, Mistress” is his reply as he moves in front of Madison and she starts to suck on her son's cock. She sucks him deep into her throat and bobs up and down on his almost ten inches of man meat. When she has made him cum she sucks him clean and then tells him “You are a lot better than that asshole of a father you had. How come you never had a girlfriend or had sex before? With a rod like that”.

“Mom… or Madison, no girl wants poor white trash as a boyfriend no matter what size his cock is. I never want to go back to North Carolina. I like it here with all these pretty women for me to have sex with and that will love me and make love to me. I don't care if I never have a child as long as I can be a part of this family. I will gladly be a sex slave for these beautiful women”.

Laurie comes up and tells Ray “OK, lover boy it is time to come to bed with me. We can't fuck until you are fixed but you are going to sleep with me tonight. My husband is going to be busy for the next couple of days with Madison. He is going to fuck her brains in”.

Ben has a surprise for Madison and all his girls. He puts on a robe and goes to the front door and lets Ken in with a new toy for his slaves. Doctor Reynolds is there also at the door and Ben tells him that Madison needs to get a HIV/STD certificate. He tells him she is in the pool area.

The new toy is a custom fuck table, it is in the shape of a T with adjustable straps to tie down a girls legs on the “T” part. It has two places for wrist restraints. They set it up and Ben thanks Ken and escorts him back out of the house. Ben goes back into the pool area where the doctor has just finished certifying that Madison is indeed clean. He tells Ben that his new slaves are quite beautiful and that his mom would be very proud of him. He then goes and checks on Ben Jr with Tiffani.

Ben then tells everybody that he has a new toy for them and that he set it up in the living room. He tells Madison that she is going to be the first one to use it.

The all go into the living room and they see the table. Ben then leads Madison over to the table and puts her face first onto the table. He then lifts her left leg and straps it to the table and then her right leg. He then restrains her arms. “Becky can you go get my pills and my cock ring, please?”. She giggles and goes up stairs.

“Brooklyn can you get come over here and work on Madison's pussy for a minute? Get her nice and wet” Ben tells her and she runs over and starts working on her slit. Becky comes back with the things Ben asked for and puts his cock ring on and sucks BIG FELLA hard. Ben then tells the girls to stand back.

“Watch this ladies” Ben tells them as he pushes BIG FELLA deep inside of her. He is fucking her so hard that he is lifting the table off the floor. Madison is hollering and screaming, she is either in pain or ecstasy. It is anybody's guess, only thing for certain is that Ben is not stopping or letting up. He holds her hips as he continues to throttle her hard and deep. Ben is only getting about ten inches inside of her, he is hitting her cervix with every stroke. He fucks her likes this for a good two hours.

All along Becky, Brooklyn and Laurie ask Madison “How do you like your Master? He fucks pretty good does he?”. The most she can do is nod her head. Ben continues his throttling of her pussy pushing deeper into her cervix. “Madison baby you are going to have to take all sixteen inches”.

“Becky, call Abigail and have her bring some smelling salts home. I have a feeling we are going to have to revive Madison after awhile” Ben tells her. “OK, Master. We have those stimulants, you want to put a couple in her ass” Becky tells him. “Yes that is a great idea”. Becky goes and gets the stimulants and Ben pushes two into her anus. It takes her ten hours for the stimulants to wear off and another three hours before she finally passes out. Ben has comes five times, always putting his cock ring back on.

The revive Madison and give her another stimulant in her ass and her fertility drugs. Ben continues his assault on her cervix and after another two hours he finally breaks through and starts fucking her womb.

When all is said and done Ben has fucked Madison for three days, her belly is swollen with all the loads inside of her womb. “So, Madison, you are going to fuck me to death?” Ben asks her. “You are the Master, my body is yours to do with a you choose. But can I take a break? My pussy is really fucking sore” Madison tells her new Master.

“What do you think ladies, do you think Madison has completed her pussy training?” Ben asks.

“Hell, Master that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You were literally fucking her off the ground. That is one pounded pussy. She passed” Janet says.

“I agree” Becky says. Most of his ladies have a huge smile on their faces.

“I am going to go take a shower and go to sleep. I am going to take Madison with me to the shower, Would you like to sleep with me Madison?” Ben asks. “Sleep, yes, more fucking NO, HELL FUCKING NO” is Madison's reply. “Just sleep”.

They go upstairs and take a shower and Ben takes his pills and gives Madison her fertility drugs. They then go to the king size bed and lay down in each others arms.

“Master, I can get use to this. You are quite handsome and very well built” Madison says as she strokes his chest and arms. She then kisses him full on his lips and then works her way down his chest and stomach. She then picks BIG FELLA up and starts to kiss, lick and suck on him. “Your cock is amazing, Master”. She then deep throats BIG FELLA and starts to get him hard. When BIG FELLA is hard she gets on top and starts to grind down on him taking BIG FELLA all the way inside of her. “Master, I want to sleep with BIG FELLA inside of me”.

“Sure thing, do you like your new life, Madison?” Ben asks. “Master, I love my new life with you. I found my calling in being your sex slave. What are you going to do in ten years when I am 46 and old?” Madison wonders.

“Madison, I will be 4o and will have fathered countless children by then. I plan on fathering children until I am at least fifty five. That is twenty five years of having sex with beautiful women. My Becky will be 38 then and will probably be a grandmother. As long as you please me, you will never ever have a reason to doubt your place. Just think this time next year you will be a grandmother, hopefully to at least three children. You will also be a mother. There will be plenty to do and plenty of places to see as a family. After Christmas this year we are all going to our compound in the Cayman Islands for at least a month if not more” Ben tells her.

They go to sleep and sleep for the next twelve hours. Ben finally wakes up and goes to the bathroom and takes his pills. He goes back to sleep and is awoken later by Brooklyn sucking on BIG FELLA. Ben looks up and says “Good Morning, my sweet little Brooklyn”. Brooklyn takes BIG FELLA out of her throat and tells him “Master, honey it is evening time. You slept for twenty-four hours. I am in need of some BIG FELLA, I need a load of your potent seed in my womb” she then goes back to sucking him and when she has got him completely hard she straddles him and pushes down on BIG FELLA. After about thirty minutes Ben rolls over with Brooklyn still engaged and starts to pound her cervix. He fucks her for a good hour like that before he pushes through her cervix and cums in her womb.

They get up and let Madison sleep. Ben goes downstairs with Brooklyn and tells her to get on the table. Ben then straps her legs to the T part that spreads her out, he then put her arms in the restraints and he begins to fuck her long and hard.

“Brooklyn, baby I am going to train you on my new fuck table. I am going to fuck your pussy ten times and then your ass ten times before I release you sweetheart” Ben tells her, she turns around and tells her Master “Thank you lover. Pound my pussy baby”.

Chapter 14 – Becky's gift to Ben, a fashion show trip to Paris and New York City

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Alexandria (Chap 3)

Alexandria

Chapter 3. Alexandria’s new Adventure.

Sometimes life is a bitch. Sometimes it is wonderful. Since I met Alexandria at a restaurant yesterday evening it has been awesome. Alex is a waitress at the family style restaurant and agreed to meet me after work. Through circumstances not totally her fault, she ended up sleeping at my house. Being a “dirty old man” at age forty, I undressed her and put her in my bed naked.

Her petite body is wonderful. Her face is very pretty with a pixy nose, startling blue eyes and kissable, pouty lips. Her legs are long and her tits are very proportionally large compared to her short height. I took all that in when I undressed her and kissed her boobs and pussy. When twenty year old Alex woke alone in my bedroom, she made the decision to not run out of my house.

We ended up back in my bed after breakfast and Alex did what I really love; fucked me and swallowed a big load of cum. For all practical purposes, she was still a virgin, telling me she had only one guy in college and none in high school. Why she met me after work is unanswered. As we relaxed after sex, she grinned and talked a bit slutty and admitted she had never put anything up her ass. I told her she will get ass fucked and she was my cum slut. Alex took to dirty talking like a baby to a tit.

So I said, “If you learn all that and are a really good little slut, I may let you play in a threesome.” She quivered against me and said, “Oh no?” Then she asked, “Do you want me to be your slutty little girl? “Only in the bedroom,” I told her, “let not go crazy, but a little playing can be fun.”

She asked, “Can I call you Daddy?” Her hand squeezed my cock as she said it and she rubbed against me like a cat in heat. “Yes baby, because Daddy wants to fuck you hard and push his cock down your throat and feed you his cum every morning,” I admit my fantasy.

Alex gave a little girl giggle and snuggled against me and I told her, “Lets rest a bit first.” That is how earlier today, we both end up asleep intertwined under the blanket.

It’s about an hour later when we wake and Alex snuggles back into me. I had told her she had to swallow another load of cum before going to the movies. When she strokes my cock she learns another lesson. Guys have to take a bathroom break first. LOL. I get us two colas from the kitchen and we sit on the bed. She laughs at me when I walk around naked with my cock swinging in the breeze. After we sip a bit of cola, I give her a kiss. “Thank you Alex, for being here. I want to know what you thought when you woke up this morning?”

She tells me it was really strange. The alarm going off was a good thing because when a woman wakes up naked in a strange place; she assumes the worst has happened. The alarm made her think of turning off the damned noisy clock; not her nakedness. Then she saw the notes and remembered meeting at the bar; but not how she got naked. In the shower she figured out she had not been raped. So what happened?

My earlier explanation about her falling asleep made sense to her. “And you already kissed my naked body; probably a whole lot more than you said,” she laughs. She adds that if we would have dated it probably would have taken at least two month before she got naked. “So maybe a higher authority made you available for me to fuck,” she tells me and giggles more. I give her another kiss and she keeps talking.

“I don’t understand why I talk dirty with you. That’s not me. I have always been the ‘good girl’ in school. You are a bad influence,” she laughs and gets another kiss. “Do you want to know what I liked best?” she asks. I tell her she has to tell me everything.

She puts her face next to mine and I hug her, “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. It’s just the right size and you let me play the way I wanted. On the porn shows the guys are always so rough; I don’t think I want to do that.” Her mouth finds mine and we spend a couple of minutes tonguing each other. Good grief, her dirty talk and fevered tongue is getting me hard.

“Do you want to ride Daddy’s hard cock again,” I ask her and she smiles and straddles me as I lean against the headboard. She pulls her knees forward and high up. Then leans into me and lowers herself on my cock. My cock head misses at first try and she reaches back and puts it at her pussy opening. She looks me in the eyes, smiles and impales herself for a second time. “Daddy, Daddy,” she moans and pushes down hard. When I push up against her she says, “Fuck your baby hard, Daddy; but don’t cum in my pussy. Baby has to swallow all your nasty Jizz.”

Holy shit, I almost cum right then. Alex does the little pelvic rocking again. Her boobs rub against my chest and the hard nipples tickle my chest hairs. Her pretty face gets scrunched up in concentration as she rocks. My cock pushes up and drops back down probably no more than an inch and I feel it hitting her cervix area. Alex tightens her muscles and punishes my cock head. When I groan she smiles and says quietly, “Baby does a lot of Pilates just for my Daddy.” Then she giggles when my cock twitches deep in her pussy. She is really getting into the mood and she says, “Baby really loves her Daddy’s hard cock deep in her pussy. I bet I’m the best little girl you ever fucked.” My twitching cock and groans tell her she is absolutely right.

I whisper back, “I’m going to make Baby shut up and stick my big cock down her throat.” She laughs and rocks, “Promises.” Her nose touches mine and I give it a quick kiss and Alex says, “This feels so good. I feel your hot cock all the way up in my tummy. You are in baby making land.” With her hands on my shoulders and her knees drawn up, I’m in her pussy root deep. She massages my cock with her muscles and she is right; it does feel good. She rocks and rocks and it feels like hours go by. My cock has calmed down a bit and I don’t feel like I am going to shoot any second. Ha, relax and enjoy the fuck.

My hands go to her pretty boobs and I massage them gently and Alex smiles with her eyes closed. Taking her nipples between my fingers, I pinch and pull harder and harder until she moans, then I ease off; but start again. Her nipples have gotten hard and her small areolas are bright red. She hums on each down stroke and squeezes me.

When Alex rocks faster and harder, I know she is getting close. She wraps her arms around my head and drops down hard and groans loudly, “OMG, I did it again.” I can feel her climax ripple through her body. I push her hips down and hold her in a tight lock while she pants her slow recovery. I can feel moisture draining from her pussy down my balls. Wonderful. Alex is real quiet and I hear a sob. “Oh Baby, its Ok,” I whisper to her and hold her. A few minutes later she giggles and says, “Baby had a really, really big cum on her Daddy’s cock.” I push my cock up hard and tell her, “Daddy really likes it when Baby has a really, really good cum.”

“I bet I can make Daddy have a good cum, too,” Alex says and lifts off my cock. She crawls between my legs, pulls her hair to the side, smiles and drops her mouth over my wet and slimy cock. She tries to take it all in but comes up coughing and laughing. I tell her to take it slow and not hurt her throat. She giggles and locks her lips around my cock head. Her tongue swirls around it and she strokes me with her small hand. It feels terrific and she swallows me a bit deeper and sucks harder. I don’t last all that long, maybe five minutes when I’m ready to shoot. “Clamp your lips around my head and hold tight,” I tell her and hold her face to my cock. When she looks up at me, I blast her mouth with ropes of hot Jizz.

She jerks a bit when the hot cum hits her mouth and tongue. One hand is on my leg and I can feel her nails dig in until she relaxes and takes the last of my cum. I hold her face against my cock for one more minute and say, “Ok Baby, show Daddy what you got for a special snack.” She grins and opens her mouth and crawls up next to me. Her face is close to mine and she shows me her cum cover tongue and slowly lifts her head up to let the cum slide down her throat. She swallows twice and makes a smacking sound.

She really has turned into my cum swallowing slut. I love it. “Uuhh, thank you Daddy for the big load of cum,” she bats her eyes and smiles. We kiss and her tongue has traces of my cum as she works my mouth hard. Holy shit. She adds, “Baby needs a shower, do you want to cum help?” I laugh and tell her she better shower alone or we would never get out of the bathroom.

I show her the drawer with brand new tooth brushes and remind her that after the movie I want to take her to a nice dinner. We still have to get her car also. She reminds me she does not have to go back to work until Sunday night. “I have to do some homework for my Monday class,” she mentions. While she did not say it loud it looks like we are fucking all night Saturday and Sunday until noon.

As she closes the shower door, she wiggles her ass at me and grins over her shoulder, “I hope you really want to eat my pussy when we get home!”

I guess that solves the problem on what we are doing all weekend. Seems Alexandria is going to catch up on years of no sex. Works for me, if I don’t die first. With a grin I head for the other bathroom’s shower.

Alexandria’s apartment is just what you would expect for a college student. One bedroom, cramped and on the third floor without an elevator. We got there after we picked up her car from the bar. The small living room has lots of school books everywhere. On a table are a bunch of small photos in frames. She tells me it’s her family when they went to Disney World for her high school graduation. She looks very cute in tight blue jean shorts standing beside a smaller version of herself. Her sister is four year’s younger. Mom looks cute and young. Dad must be taking the photos.

Before we left my house, I had mentioned an upscale restaurant where the waiters hover to fill your every need. Alex was impressed and I put on a suit; but leaving the jacket in the back of the truck. She shows me a sexy, short black dress and a classy pantsuit. “Which one do you think?” she asks my opinion. I know that in the short dress my hands would probably be underneath it. Or all the waiters would really be hovering. “The pantsuit looks very fashionable,” is my opinion.

Alex digs around in her chest of drawers and comes up with a red bra and panty set. The bra is a sexy strapless number and I’m impressed. She must have wanted to impress someone, I imagine. I stay at the other side of the bedroom and just watch. She acts like she has no clue how her naked body affects me. When she puts the bra on the tops of her boobs are pushed up nicely. “Ah, just like advertised in Victoria’s,” my mind goes.

Alex goes into her bathroom and works on her make-up. I watch from the door and she does not mind. A quick look at my watch tells me we have forty minutes before the movie starts. When she applies the blue eye liner, I say quietly, “Not too much, your eyes are so sexy without it.” She smiles and keeps it light; but surprises me when she put a touch of glitter on. In the bright light it makes her eyes sparkle. She sees my smile and asks, “You like?” I nod and she runs the glitter make-up brush between her boobs and leaves a trail to her belly. She grins at me in the mirror.

I thought the pantsuit would make her look like a lawyer; boy was I wrong. She stepped into three inch bright red heels and buttoned the jacket over her bra with one button only. There is a mile of sparkling cleavage showing. Her face looks her twenty year age with nice blusher and bright red lips. She oozes sex and when she bent over to put her heels on I saw lots of tits. “Baby, please don’t bend over for the waiters,” I tell her and she laughs, “I want top notch service.” So I tell her I will give her all the service she wants at home. We laugh and hold hands like kids on the way to the mall.

The movie was good and Alexandria really liked the action star. A couple of times her hand rubbed my leg hard and there were a few screams when people were being thrown off rooftops or shot. The restaurant was even better. The food was great and the waiters hovered. Funny, without being sexist, I think I could pick out the only straight guy in the bunch. He had a good time standing behind Alex and looking down her cleavage until I signaled him to knock it off. Before heading home we made a quick stop at a pharmacy for things we would need during the night.

Back at my house, I take a bottle of Mr. Jack Daniel’s finest into the bedroom and pour two glasses. She had admitted she liked the taste as long as she could mix it with sparkling water. We clink and sip and I hand her three extra strength pain pills. Alex pops them in her mouth and sips more booze. “That will hopefully lessen the pain she will probably experience shortly.

I hug Alexandria and kiss her romantically while unbuttoning her suit jacket. She gives me a wicked smile and hands me a coat hanger. I tell her she is a slutty bitch for ruining my fantasy of stripping her naked. “Oh, you are being a naughty Daddy,” she coos and reminds me not to wrinkle her pantsuit or I would not get the pleasure of her unfulfilled holes. She smiles and upends the drink glass and asks for more. A few minutes later she stands before me in her sexy red bra and panties and I have her put her high heel red shoes back on. My suit is off also. “I’m going to take a picture of you,” I tell her and she does not complain.

Alex smiles and does a couple of standing poses and I just let her have fun before I direct her onto the bed. She kneels on the bed and strikes a few more poses and I tell her to get on her hands and knees. Her boobs are pushed out of her bra as they dangle. It’s a sexy pose a lot of guys like; because it’s what they see as the girl goes down on their cock. She smiles up at me and jiggles her tits. I pull her bra off and shoot a few more shots. Panties come next and Alex rolls on her back as spreads her legs wide. She needs no encouragement to spread her pussy lips wide and show me all its pink sweetness. Her fingers tug on her skin and pop her clit up. She rubs and pinches it and gets herself hard and red. When she smiles at me and crooks her finger, I put the camera away and put my tongue where it belongs.

Alexandra is positioned with her butt on a pillow and her legs spread wide. All the items we purchased at the pharmacy are on the night stand by the bed. The bottle of booze and ice are on the floor, just in case of “medical emergency”; meaning Alex needs more help to get mellow. She has drunk two glasses and is on number three. Starting at her knees I give her little butterfly kisses up her legs and gently rub her mons. When my lips near her pussy she lifts her knees up high and grabs them. Her anticipation is working on Alex and I smell her womanly smell and the fragrance she has spritzed on her pussy. It’s a heady sensation drawing me into her middle.

Alex moans quietly when I start my assault on her outer lips; kissing, licking and tonguing everywhere. “More, Daddy, more,” comes a quiet plea as she makes up for years without real hot sex. Using my fingers I spread her outer lips wide and see her pink inner flesh. A small dark tunnel pulses asking for my tongue to enter. My tongue slides into her and Alex moans in appreciation. Light fluids coat her flesh and I taste her sweet nectar. “OMG, yes, Daddy,” she moans when my tongue moves up to her clit. Have I told you she reverts to teen “OMG’s” when she gets excited? It was a sign she loves being pussy sucked; too bad for her she had not experienced it much before. Great for me.

Small pelvic rocking moves her ass up and down and I move in tandem with her. When she pushes up, my tongue pushes into her tunnel and one finger rubs her clit. Alex moans a few more OMG’s as we tongue fuck. I can see the muscles in her belly ripple and her nipples are hard as little pebbles. They have turned bright pink again as blood floods them and they pucker. I guess we have been rocking for about ten minutes and it’s time to help her reach her peak.

My tongue is on her clit rolling it between my lips and sucking it harder and harder. Alex leans forward and grabs my head while her legs lock behind my back. The scream starts deep in her throat as a growl and when her climax hit she yelps loudly. She quivers and shakes and holds me tight into her pussy as wetness spreads across my face. She holds me for a few minutes before she lets me go with a laugh, “OMG, Daddy. Why has this never happened before?” She laughs self-consciously and tells me to lie next to her, “Come up here please.”

We cuddle and kiss and relax for a few minutes. More drinks follow and Alex cuddles into me again. She is nose to nose with me and asks quietly, “Are you really going to fuck my ass?” I tell her of course unless she wants to stop. She shakes her head ‘No’ and asks what does she have to do. I tell her she can say ‘Stop’ anytime; but first she has to put a condom on my cock. It is a simple enough task until I explain how to do it. There is a box of twelve on the night stand.

Alex takes a condom, opens the foil and unrolls about a quarter inch and puts it on the tip of my cock’s head. “Baby, I’m not hard enough. You have to get me a bit harder,” I tell her. She looks at me and puts her small hand on my cock and stokes it once or twice. I shake my head and tell her to use her mouth. She smiles and sucks me into her mouth. Her tongue does a great job sliding up and down the sensitive underside and I’m fairly hard in a few minutes.

Back to the starting line. Alex puts the condom on my cock and bends over to push it down my cock with her lips. The condom slides off to the side. I hear a murmured, “Shit.” Try two and three have the same results. I tell her to use a new condom and unroll it just a bit more. She does and with a determined look centers her lips over my cock and pushes the condom down. It encircles my cock head and does not slide off. Alex chuckles and looks at what she has done. “Now unroll it all the way,” I instruct and she does a fairly good job using only her lips, teeth and mouth. I am not going to tell her she is the first girl who has done this for me. “You did a great job and you are going to get better with a bit more practice,” I tell her and she smiles. She assumes all girls know how to do it.

“You can open your new toy now,” I tell her and Alexandria opens the pink box we purchased at the pharmacy. Out comes a six inch pink dildo; batteries included. At the pharmacy I had teased Alex by picking up a gigantic twelve inch long, very thick black one first. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and her mouth made a big ‘No”. Then she got embarrassed and would not go to the check-out with me. I am still laughing. I tell her to grease the dildo and she puts lots of lube on it. The medicated lube contains anti-pain features. “Alright baby, get on your hands and knees,” is my next command.

Alexandria takes a big gulp of her Mr. Daniel’s finest and finishes the glass. She gets on her hands and knees and puts her face down on the pillow. Her hands wrap around the pillow with a tight grip. Her anticipation is making it worse than it will probably be. I put a big gob of lube on my finger and spread it on her puckered hole. She jerks and says, “Oh, cold.” I laugh because it will warm up quickly with friction.

Rubbing it around her hole for a minute seems to relax her just a bit and then I push my middle finger into her up to the knuckle. Alex sucks a deep breath as I finger her more. When she seems to relax again, I push deeper and repeat it. More lube follows with two fingers. About five minutes goes by and I have three fingers into her ass. She has not moved and inch. When I pull my fingers out of her ass, her hole remains open and I can see into her tunnel about two inches. It closes slowly as I watch. Sweet.

The pink dildo slides into her easily about an inch before Alex moans. I set the vibration on low and hit the start button. Alex looks over her shoulder and say, “Wow, it feels pretty good.” Her speech is a bit slurred and it makes me chuckle. It’s when I push it into her to the four inch mark the pain starts. Alex grabs the pillow and moans into it and her ass vibrates along with the dildo. I can see her clench her teeth as her face disappears into the pillow. I let the dildo do its work and after a few minutes she comes up for air, “Ok, I think I can take it.” I move the vibrator’s setting to ‘High’ and watch her ass rotate. Sweet, and again I will not tell her she is the first girl I have played this fantasy with.

Alex’s ass rotates slowly as the vibrator works inside her ass. I get the camera and shoot a few more pictures. I tell Alex to smile over her shoulder so I can get her face into the picture with the dildo in her ass. She smiles sweetly and shakes her ass at me. I tell her she is a good little cum slut and will get a big load as a reward. She smiles even more. I put the camera on a tripod and tell her it’s time to change position. “Daddy, I got to go pee,” Alex tells me and runs to the bathroom. When she comes back the dildo is still in her ass. She brought several hot wash cloths with her. Alex sips her sparkling water and I see she did not put more booze into it.

I tell her what we are going to do next and she lies on the bed and spreads her legs wide. After pulling the dildo out of her ass, I wipe her cunt and butt with the hot wash cloth. Situating the pillows against the headboard, I lean against it and tell her to straddle me; but facing away. Alex straddles me and I pull the condom off before she impales herself. Mr. Cock wants to go into her wet pussy so I hold him tight and line up with her anal opening. Alex pushes down and grabs my cock head with her anal ring. She exhales hard, “OMG.”

Her anal ring grabs me hard and squeezes my cock head. I tell her, “Relax there cowgirl.” She giggles and I can tell she is trying to relax. Pulling her hips down, I slide deeper into her ass. Alex inhales hard again and when I bottom out I can hear her moan in pain. “Don’t move, Daddy,” she moans trying to get used to my cock’s deep invasion. I pull her body back against me and tell her to lift her arms over her head. My fingers are in her pussy spreading it wide; then I pinch her nipples and make sure they are hard as rocks. She is all set, impaled and posed on my cock. I reach over and hit the camera’s remote control. It will shoot twenty pictures; five seconds apart.

“Baby, smile for me,” I tell Alex and nuzzle her hair. The camera flashes and I lift her knees and spread her wide open. I count the shots and make sure I get a few showing my cock sliding into her ass. Life is great.

By the time the camera quits, Alex is used to my cock deep in her ass. “Go ahead and ride, if you want,” I whisper into her ear and Alex begins her pelvic rocks. Well, it was great when she did it with my cock in her very tight pussy; but being up her ass was totally different. Her ass cheeks bounce against me and her ring tries to strangle Mr. Cock. She was going to have a great climax and me also. As she rocks I lift her ass and drop it back down several times. She gets the message and moves up and down on my cock hard. Our fucking gets frantic until she explodes dropping down hard on my cock. It goes deeper than she had intended and her scream sets me off too.

My arms lock around her belly and we spasms together as streams of Jizz shoot into her ass. As Alex quivers and moans I shoot several more loads into her. She moans, “OMG, I can feel it burn in my ass and belly.” She collapses against me and we recover slowly. I keep her against me with my cock in her ass.

A few minutes later Alex turns her head and we kiss and I play with her tits. “Thank you baby, how do you feel?” I ask. She thinks a minute, “Wow, very intense. I never did anything like it before.” I remember the conversation when she admitted she never put anything up her ass. “Guess we solved that little problem,” I whisper into her ear. Alex whispers back, “I remember you mentioned a three-some; but I have a request. I don’t want another guy. I really do not want to fuck other guys. Just you.”

Well that works for me; but my bad devil says, “I saw a pretty candidate in your Disney trip pictures.” Alex’s eyes go wide and she stammers, “You want to do …. my mom?” I chuckle and tell her, “Oh, she would be number four.” Alex gasps, “Oh shit, you want to fuck my little sister?” I admit, “It’s just a fantasy; but did you girls ever play together?”

Alex is quiet for a few minutes and says, “We used to play spin the bottle and then feel each other up a bit. Fairly tame considering what these ten year old girls do on the internet.” I tell her, “You could invite her to spend a few nights at your apartment and let me meet her.” Alex giggles and tells me, “She is still a virgin, I think.” My cock twitches in her ass and she says, “Oh, you are being a very bad Daddy.”

So I answer, “How about this, instead of marrying you, I marry your mother. Then I can adopt you two girls and make all three of you my very own cum slaves?”

Alex bats her eyes at me and squeezes my cock hard with her ass. “If you marry me, I may just let you fuck both of them. I know mom needs some cock since Dad died.” Mr. Cock has found his second wind and is getting hard again.

Some girls have guys wrapped around their little finger. Seems Alexandria has learned a new way of doing it.

Memories of a Mortician: Mortuary Montage

Name: ?
Age: 21
Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to suffocation
Other Injuries: Nil
Time between death and delivery to mortician: 12 hrs
Notes: A night out at the club turned tragic for a pretty young woman when a stampede resulted in her being suffocated to death. Luckily, her sweet body remained unscathed when she was delivered to the mortician.

All dressed to party
Crushed by people, air deprived
Your hot body, limp

(All the costumes featured in this story have been featured in past Memories of Mortician chapters. Please search for my previous stories if you want to read about the original victims.)

Over the years, I have kept many of the clothes of the beautiful women who have been through my hands to remind me of them.(At least those that that have not been taken by the police or their relatives) I thus decided to wait for a suitable body, dress her up in the various clothes I have collected over the years and try to make her look like the dead women who have by now been dead and buried for years.

I got my chance when a young woman who was out partying one night got caught in a stampede at the disco because of a false fire alarm and was suffocated to death. Her body was totally undamaged besides a bluish tinge on her face and lips. I also noticed that someone had tried to take off her clothes as her spaghetti strap was off one of her shoulders, revealing a sexy pink bra covering her shapely breasts. I stripped off her clothes, leaving her clad in her bra and undies. She was slim and fit looking and it was a real pity she dies so young. At least she will serve me well in death. I will dress her up in 7 different set of clothes left by former patients as a tribute to my favourite ladies. Before that of course, I had great pleasure having sex with her hot and unresisting body, the smell of perfume still fresh on her cooling body. She was a virgin and her hymen ruptured with my initial thrust, with her blood flowing out between her legs. She gave me a very good blow job as well, without any gagging as she obediently swallowed all my cum. When I was done, I wiped her clean and prepared to get started on my little fancy dress party.

First, I decided to dress her up in the clothes of the woman who was strangled, raped and left dressed up in her house by the Kosmetics Killer.. She fit the clothes quite well and I help her apply a thick layer of make up so she looks just like the original victim. I even used cosmetics to give her neck a bruised appearance. I gave her some intense post mortem mouth to mouth kissing and breast compressions in a mock attempt to resuscitate her but of course it was to no avail.

Next, I put her in the sports bra and shorts of the female student who drowned when her raft capsized. They smelled dank and unpleasant but looked great after I dressed her in them. They were a bit small for her but it made her look very sexy. I also tied up her hair in a pony tail like the student and proceeded to French kiss her and flicked her cute tongue around her mouth.

The next set of clothes was the cheerleading costume worn by the lightning strike victim. I could still detect a sweaty smell coming from the costume and it increased her allure. When I was done, she looked so pristine yet helpless wearing that skimpy outfit. I could not resist it but to carry her and swing her limp body around for a while before pulling up the short cheerleading skirt and thrusting my penis into her, ejaculating almost instantly.

The fourth set of clothes was the bikini worn by the tsunami victim. I have not washed them since 9 years ago and they smelled really bad but then so had the tsunami victim when she was first brought in so it recreated her nicely. I remembered that she was quite grossly bloated up so I decided to use my hose to force water into her mouth. Soon, her belly was bloated with water. As I lay on her body, my weight forced out water from her mouth. I kissed her and swallowed the water that she vomited into my mouth. I fell asleep after that.

The next day was a Sunday so I had the whole day to myself with her before her relatives came back to collect her the next day. She was dead for a day before she was delivered to me and I had spent one day and night without embalming her (her family did not want her to be embalmed) and I did not put her in the freezer so she has started to decompose a bit. I could smell a slight aroma of rot coming from her mouth and body. However, this did not deter me from my task and instead aroused me even more. She had 3 more sets of clothes to go through before I start dressing her up in her own burial clothes.

Next up, I decided to dress her up in the clothes left by another drowning victim since she already had a distended belly. I took out the clothes of the woman who was knocked unconscious, raped and left to drown at the beach. Her clothes too stank of sea water as I pull them over the woman. They fit her snugly. Her belly did not look bloated enough as I have forced out too much water the previous night so I forced more water into her mouth I think I overdid it as she looked pregnant but extremely attractive, given my liking for pregnant corpses. I hugged her body close and stroke her swollen belly anyway as I entered her and filled her with my lust, forcing out water from her mouth and nose as I did so.

The 6th costume was the one worn by the woman who was raped and drowned in her bath, and then had her body made up and dressed and placed on her bed for her boyfriend to discover. I dressed her up in the black top and brown skirt worn by the victim and applied a lot of make up onto her face. She got a lush and ripe look when I am done, with her water bloated belly and over made up but still attractive face.

The final clothes I planned for my dead beauty was the one by the depregnanted lady. When I received her body back then, her fetus had already been removed. I wanted to see how she would have looked pregnant so I clothed her in the maternity dress and still blood stained pants worn by the original victim. I then pumped more water into her belly to make her look heavily pregnant. Finally, I gave her a 'bruise' on her neck with cosmetics. She looked lovely indeed. I lifted her body up and licked her pretty, sleeping face. Then I had sex with her hot corpse again, enjoying the slight aroma of decay and her slightly greenish complexion. Remembering how I drank the milk of the original victim, I sucked on her beautifully perky breasts which were, of course, milkless but still enjoyable.

Finally, I am done. I stripped her off all her clothes and gave her a good wash, making sure I left no trace of myself on any part of her body. I also forced out the water that is still swelling up her abdomen. I then dressed her up in the white tank top and jeans that her family wanted her to be buried in. She looked worn and tired (I felt the same too after the pleasure we had) and her belly was slightly bloated with gas from decomposition. She had also turned slightly greenish. After a few more hours, I had restored her slim look and made her look alive and pretty once more. She looked so pretty I entered her once more, leaving a part of me inside her forever. She may have died a virgin but she would be buried pregnant with my sperm.

memoires of a mortician necrophilia

Amber's new teacher

Amber was excited that morning.
She was getting back her first paper that she’d written for Mr. Page’s class, and couldn’t wait to see how he’d liked it.
She watched him furtively as he handed back the papers, giving brief oral notes, and when he got to the boy in the seat next to hers she couldn’t help but overhear his short critique.

“Well, I have to say,” Mr. Page began. “That this was very imaginative, descriptive, and even humorous in a couple of places.”

Her fellow student smiled with a smug sense of self satisfaction, and Amber kind of rolled her eyes.
She had never liked this boy much, he wasn’t very nice, and teased her about studying.
That’s why she found herself grinning as Mr. Page went on with his assessment.

“However, any creativity, even whimsy, was largely obscured in a sea of bad spelling, and bad grammar.”
He took a deep breath, and then sighed, now addressing the whole class as he finished off with. “But honestly, I could overlook your technical errors if it weren’t for the fact that your characters were little more than catch phrases, so when the hero triumphs over the space robots, I don’t really care.”

There was a smattering of chuckles through the class, and Mr. Page stepped back, looking up, and pointing out at the rest of the class, moving his head along with his finger to scan the whole room as he said, “Now that might sound funny because it’s not your paper, but remember that character begins with care.”
That boy next to Amber, the one she didn’t like, he smiled and acted as if he were about to raise his hand, but as if anticipating the question/comment Mr. Page threw a finger up, and continued with, “And before some smart ass points out that the first part of character isn’t spelled c, a, r, e, I’m well aware, I do teach this stuff after all. It’s just a little play on phonetics to make a point.”

Then he quickly walked up to the blackboard, and wrote “character” on the board, turning and addressing the class, saying, “If your characters are well developed, and compelling it almost doesn’t matter what you have them do, it’s going to be interesting reading.”

Then he retrieved the stack of papers that he had conveniently dropped on his desk on his way to the blackboard, and approached Amber’s desk, and holding up her paper as he said to her, “Miss Boven.”

She smiled, and blushed, looking down at her desk shyly, like she couldn’t help doing whenever he addressed her directly, and he in turn smiled at her bashful display as he couldn’t help doing, but then he went on, now addressing the class he said, “Miss Boven’s paper is a good example of how you can write an A paper.”

She really blushed at hearing that, and as he went on she felt her cheeks flush hotter with every word.
“Spelling, grammar, the characters were well drawn, I understood why everyone did what they did, but…” and here he once again addressed her directly as he said, “There was no passion. Even when you explained someone’s feelings it felt like you were just a disinterested observer, and I know you have stronger feelings about your characters than that based on how much time you’ve obviously spent developing them.”
He lay the paper on her desk, and bent down a little, pretty much forcing her by social etiquette to look up at him, then he went on in a gentler voice, “Don’t be afraid to connect with your characters emotionally because that’s what’s going to make them come alive.”

“Yes sir.” She said softly, suddenly feeling brave, and meeting his gaze despite her burning cheeks, and he exuded a confidence in her that made her feel confident in herself.

Mr. Page stepped back, once again addressing the whole class, “Life is the ultimate experience, if you want to write about anything, or anyone, you must live. Don’t just breathe, and take up space, but really live.”
Then he began moving around the room, addressing specific students, but really talking to the whole class as he said, “Try something you’ve never eaten before. Go to a strange neighborhood, get lost, and find your way home. Go for a walk in the rain. Climb a tree,” at this point he reached Amber’s desk, and leaned in close as he said, “Make love in a hammock.”

Her cheeks flushed hot, and she couldn’t suppress a little nervous giggle.
Mr. Page suddenly looked up at the rest of the class, and he seemed to be blushing a little too as he slowly backed up, and looking around the room said, “Mmmm-maybe you’d better save that one for your collage writing course.”
Then he waved his hand in the air as he continued with, “But, you know what I mean, be present, and aware of not only where you are, and what you are doing, but how you feel about it, and what you think about. That’s going to ultimately give you the insight to create believable characters.”

As if waking from a daze Amber suddenly realized that she had been so taken away by the idea of making love with Mr. Page that she had stopped taking notes, and hadn’t really heard anything he’d said since, she looked at her notes, “…hammock.”
Without thinking she thrust her hand in the air.

“Miss Boven?” Mr. Page acknowledged in a tone of mild surprise.

“What did you say right after hammock?” she blurted out, pen at the ready, and with a look on her face that said she was sincerely afraid she may had missed something important.

There was a smattering of laughter throughout the room, and the boy in the seat next to her really hooted, but Mr. Page was having none of that.

“That’ll be about enough of that!” he said firmly, and in a voice loud enough to get everyone’s attention.
“Not in my class.”

He approached Amber’s desk, and grasped a hold of her notebook, asking, “May I?” and waiting for her to nod in the affirmative before picking it up, and looking it over.
“Well I must say you do take rather detailed notes Miss Boven.”

There were some more sniggers, and now sounding a little more irate Mr. Page asked rhetorically, “What did I just say?”
He returned Amber’s notebook to her desk, and said, “Thank you dear.” And she couldn’t help getting a little thrill out of hearing him call her “dear”, and as he walked back to the front of the room, turning to address the class again she felt all warm,and squishy inside.

“Now a lot of what I say up here may come off as spontaneous, but I promise you that I choose my words very carefully, and there is a point to it, and that is to teach you little heathens how to write.”
He paused, looking around the room to be sure that he had everyone’s attention before going on.
“Now if Miss Boven wants to write down everything I say, verbatim, thinking that it might help her learn, well I’m of the opinion that she may be on to something.”

He looked around the room, and noticed that the kids who had been laughing were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, looking down at their desks, making it clear to him that he had put them in their place.
Then he looked at Amber, and she almost seemed to glow as she looked at him as if he were her hero.
It felt good, and she was very bright, and pretty.
He found himself thinking, what if…
Then he couldn’t help but chuckle out loud a little as he thought, ‘What would she want with her crusty old English composition teacher.’

He finished handing back papers, and then continued with the rest of the class, and after the bell rang, and all the other students filed out Amber lagged behind, and asked if she could meet with him after school.
He agreed, not really thinking anything of it, but he was about to find out that he still had some life to live as well.

After his last class ended and all of the students had filed out Eric gathered his papers together, and then sat down to wait for Amber.
She probably just wanted to ask for some extra work.
He understood why she didn't like doing things like that in front of the rest of the class because they would tease her for it, but Eric admired Amber's style.
If she felt like she didn't understand something she would work on it until she did.
She understood the point of school, she wasn't there to just do the required work, she was there to learn.
He couldn't help but smile when he thought about how bright she was, it was truly a joy to have her as a student.
He glanced at the clock, hoping Amber wouldn't be too long, when she suddenly came through the door.

"I'm sorry, but I had to stop at my locker." she explained as she approached his desk.

He swung around in his chair to face her, and she was practically standing in between his legs before she stopped.
“How, eh, how may I help you Miss, eh, Miss Boven.” Eric stuttered, her sudden close proximity making him a little nervous, and he leaned back a little in his chair.
However tilting the chair, with his legs spread the way they were, had the effect of basically pushing his crotch up where one cold clearly see the outline of his erect penis down his pant leg.
He lay his arm down across the side of the desk as he leaned back away from Amber, trying hard to ignore the fact that he’d just more, or less shoved his hard cock into her face.

As it turned out this suited Amber just fine, and in fact she had charged into the room, and right up close to him because she was on a mission, and fearing she might lose her nerve she knew she had to get close to him as soon as she could.
The shape of his hard cock made her little pussy tingle, and her cheeks flushed hot as she thought about getting it out of those pants.

“Do you need some more exercises or something?” he asked, trying his best to sound composed.

‘Okay, say something Amber.’ She thought to herself. ‘Just push him a little.’
She had kind of just imagined she would walk up to him, and he’d take her right there on his desk, but now reality was setting in, and although his hard cock was a good sign, she now knew that she was going to have to do more than just stare at it.

“Well,” she began, casually leaning over, and placing her delicate little hand over his on the edge of the desk. “I wanted to ask you about the passion I need for my writing, and making love in a hammock.”

Her soft hand caressing his was really distracting him, and he could smell the sweet scent of her skin, and it was with some confusion that he asked, “What-what about them?”

Leaning the way she was her leg was against his knee, and she reached down with her other hand, now picking his hand up in hers, and placing his palm on her chest, holding it there with both hands as she asked, “Will you teach me?”

Eric’s jaw dropped, and he could feel his heart beating in his chest as his mind scrabbled to get a grip on what was happening.
She couldn’t be saying what it sounded like, could she?
“Tea-teach you?” he asked when he’d recovered his voice.

Amber’s cheeks flushed hot again, and she gathered up her nerve for her next move.
She understood the situation, if she failed to seduce him she could potentially get into a lot of trouble, and if she succeeded, she could potentially get into a lot of trouble.
The whole enterprise was fraught with peril, and she suddenly thought she must be crazy to have ever believed this was a good idea, but then she looked into his eyes.
That was what had done it, the eyes, and that was why she had such a hard time meeting his gaze sometimes.
When she looked in his eyes she felt something deep inside, and she was sure that he could feel it too.

“Teach me,” she said softly, raising his fingers to her lips, and kissing it, staring deep into his eyes. “About passion.”

Then she gently placed his hand back on the edge of the desk, and leaned forward until they were almost nose to nose, reaching down and placing her hand on his hard cock as she whispered, “Teach me about making love.”

Now Eric was seriously freaking out.
Ever since the first time he’d seen her, he had spent far too much time thinking about her, and when he looked into her eyes he felt something, something powerful, but he had never even allowed himself to consider that she felt it too.
In a way he’d almost felt safe fantasizing about her because he thought that there was no way she would ever want him, and besides she was a student, and young, and there was just no way he could see it ever happening.
Now here it was, happening, and although a part of him was trying to convince him that as the responsible adult he had to put a stop to this, it was completely overpowered by what he felt when he looked in her eyes.

Maybe if he'd taken another moment to think about it he would have stopped, but he was beyond thinking as he leaned forward, and took her lithe young body into his arms, kissing her neck, and face, suddenly panting.

Amber let out a tiny yelp, and she was a little surprised at first, but then she melted into his arms, and she felt her heart swell in her chest as he caressed her with his hands, and lips.
His kisses made her blush, and giggle as she threw her arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"Oh god Amber, we can't." he whispered in a breathy voice. "We just, we just can't."

Then he held her out, away from himself, and he could see the look of utter dismay on her face, the fear that he would reject her, and he just couldn't.
"We can't," he repeated, attempting to compose himself, glancing around the room before leaning in close, and whispering, "Get caught."

Amber's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she tipped from the brink of despair, and back to the height passion so fast that it almost made her dizzy.
When she saw the seriousness of his expression she solemnly nodded her agreement before breaking into a grin as she suddenly realized what she had to do.
She easily slipped from his grasp, trotting to the door, and slowly locking it, then after a quick glance out the window, she pulled the blinds before running back, and almost jumping into his arms.
Their lips met, and it was like electricity ran through their bodies as their hands flew all over, rubbing, and caressing each other.
She gently probed his mouth with her tongue, and he responded in kind until soon they were kissing long, and deep, their tongues twirling, and dancing around each other.
His hand soon found its way under her skirt, and she opened her thighs a little more to admit him, and as he rubbed her thick, swollen labia he was greeted by the pleasant surprise of a little wet spot right at her crotch.
His head spun a little as he thought of her ripe young pussy already wet, and waiting for his cock, and then he noticed her hand stroking him through his trousers as she whispered, “Can I see it?”

She blushed, and giggled a little, but Eric just smiled, and without saying a word he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his hard cock.
She let out a tiny gasp, and then the cutest little lustful moan as she slid down into a crouch that put her at eye level with his erect penis, grasping his thighs for support.
Then she asked, “Can I touch it?”

She didn’t really wait for a response this time, she just reach out, a grasped the shaft of his throbbing hardness, pumping the base, and causing him to moan.
He just watched her play with him for a moment, her wide eyes as she looked at his cock, her shy smile, and her delicate little hand griping him was such a turn on that he was able to ignore the part of himself that was trying to tell him how crazy this was.
But then he grasped her hand, and said, “Loosen your grip a little.” And then he moved her hand up, and down, showing her how to stroke his cock.

He showed her the sensitive spot just under the head, and how to rub it gently as she stroked the shaft.
As with all things, she was a quick study, and soon she was jacking him off like a pro.
He gripped the arms of the chair, panting, and moaning to the sensations this pretty little girl giving him.
She suddenly stopped stroking, and when he looked down at her, she asked with a blush, “Can I kiss it?”

“Of course you can sweetie.” Eric said with a smile, reaching out, and grasping her head, gently guiding her mouth to his cock.

She gently kissed his hard dick in the sweet spot, and then darted her tongue out, flicking it with the tip.
His hips rolled a little, and he sucked in a hissing breath before asking her, “Would you like to suck my cock?”

“Yes sir.” She chirped quickly. “Please sir.”

Her enthusiasm was intoxicating, and even though he knew how big a risk he was taking doing this right there in the classroom, he couldn’t resist her charms, and besides what better place for a young girl to learn than at school, so he began her cock sucking instructions by telling her “Well then first you want to lick it all over, get it nice, and slippery.”

Amber pressed her tongue flat against the shaft of his cock, slowly licking up to the head, and then swirling her tongue around the tip.
Getting his cock wet and slippery wasn’t a problem since her mouth had started watering at the sight of his big, juicy meat.
She slipped her tongue down, and started from the base of his shaft again, but this time when she reached the head she pressed her tongue firmly against that tender spot under the tip, causing him to roll his hip, and bury his fingers in her silky hair.
Eric couldn’t help but admire her almost instinctive ability to pleasure his cock, and it was obvious to him that she had given this all a lot of thought.
When he was satisfied that she had lubed him up well he continued his instruction.
“Now just take the head of it into your mouth sweetie.” He encouraged. “Cover your bottom teeth with your tongue, and your top teeth with your lips.”

As she closed her mouth around the head of his cock, and began suckling gently she took special care to keep his sensitive spot good, and wet, rubbing it with her tongue.
Once again Eric was amazed at what she seemed to understand from the scant instruction he’d given her, and as he moaned, and panted, rolling his hips to the sweet pleasure she was giving him with her eager, sucking mouth he looked down at her.
There was a micro-second of terror as he suddenly thought about what he was doing; right here in class, with a student, and how deep he was in already, but then he looked in her eyes.
She was pumping the base of his shaft with one hand, and rubbing up, and down his thigh with the other, the head of his cock disappeared into her pretty face, and she was looking straight up into his eyes.

Her eyes, like liquid pools of lust that he could just fall into, and as he came back up for air, staring down in between his hands where he cradled her head, all fear, and doubt were simply consumed by the look in her eyes.

“Now hon-honey,” he panted, clearly enjoying what she was doing. “Why don’t you ta-a—ake I little more in, and slo-o-oly suck up, and doow-ow-n.”

And of course she did just that, slowly bobbing her head up, and down, taking a little more of his cock into her mouth every time.
She continued sucking, breathing through her nose, and rubbing the underside of his cock with her tongue.
As Eric watched, and felt all the sweet things Amber was doing to him he couldn’t help but suddenly realize that here was a perfect example of what he had always believed, smart girls are better in bed.
He had proved this to his own satisfaction years ago, but Amber was just such a shining example of how a girl armed with nothing but sincere desire and intelligence could be a proper little sex goddess in no time.
Oh, and when he looked into her beautiful eyes he saw a desire so sincere that it would have made him weep if not for the way her mouth sucking his cock was making him do other things.
She began bobbing up, and down faster, making loud, wet sucking sounds, closing her eyes, and really getting into it.

Eric rolled his hips, and panted, “Oh yeah, sssssss, yeeeaah, suck my cock like a good little girl.”

He felt his cheeks flush hot with embarrassment.
He didn’t know what had made him say that, but he soon found out it was the right thing to say as Amber pulled her mouth off of his cock with a little sucking pop, stroking his shaft as she smiled up at him before she began to really go to town on him, taking him back into her mouth, and bobbing up, and down on him fast, sucking good, and hard.
Eric knew that if this kept up he was going to cum in her mouth, and he didn’t want things to end so quickly, no, he wanted this to go on so when she came up for a breath he gently pulled her up to him, and she followed until their lips met, and he kissed her deeply.
She was kind of lying on top of him, and as he broke from their kiss she gasped a little when he picked her up, and sat her butt on the desk.
He spread he legs open, pulling her skirt up, and she leaned back on her elbows, squealing a little when he grasped the crotch of her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her wet, aroused little pussy.
He stopped, unable to move for a moment as he beheld her pink, swollen womanhood, so ripe, and ready.
Amber blushed, feeling a little self-conscious as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing is wrong at all.” Mr. Page cooed, sliding the hand he had pulled the skirt up with down, and spreading her thick pussy lips open with his index, and middle fingers. “I’m just getting an eyeful of your beautiful pussy.”

Amber giggled, blushing even redder, and then looking down in between her legs dubiously as she asked, “Really, you think my pussy is beautiful?”

“Mmmm, it’s absolutely gorgeous.” He enthused before dipping his head down, and running his tongue up her creamy slit.

She moaned, rolling her hips up to push her pussy into his face.
He soon had her panting, moaning, and squealing with delight as his mouth worked her pussy like it was some kind of control pad, and with it he was able to make her hips roll, and quiver.
Amber was amazed, and even though she had never done anything like this before it was obvious to her that he was good at it.
She reached out, and grasped his head, watching as he licked, and sucked on her wet, little pussy, bucking her hips, and panting.
It suddenly occurred to her that the reason he was so good at eating her pussy was because he did it the same way that he kissed her, or taught English for that matter, thoroughly, and with passion.
Yes, she couldn’t help but feel a little proud at how well she had chosen her teacher.
Soon however she couldn’t really think straight as the physical sensations of him sucking on her clitoris, and fingering her tight little hole, took all of her attention.
She could feel a pressure building inside her, almost as if she had to pee, and she rolled her hips, grunting, and panting as she rose higher, and higher, trying to hold it off, but the way he licked, and sucked on her pussy made it impossible to stop.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” she grunted hard as her orgasm broke, her tiny cunt clenching rhythmically to her ecstasy.

Eric buried his face in her juicy little pussy, making involuntary yummy sounds as he lapped up her cum.
Her soft thighs, and the musky sweet flavor of her was making him mad with lust, and as her orgasm began to come to a finish he just knew that he had to get inside of her.
He stood up, grasping one of her legs, and pulling it up against him so that her thigh pressed against his stomach as he took the shaft of his cock in his other hand, and began rubbing up, and down her swollen, wet labia.

Amber gasped when he suddenly pulled her up to the edge of the desk, and she lifted her shoulders up off the desk, staring wide eyed as she watched the head of his thick penis rubbing her creamy slit.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling really nervous, and excited, almost unable to believe that this was really happening.
"Are ya-you gonna, gonna put it in, in me?" she stuttered, and she must have sounded more scared than she was because he stopped.

"Do you want me to put it in you?" he asked sincerely, sounding a little concerned.

He could get into a lot of trouble for this, even if he felt like she wanted it too, but he didn't want to assault her, and although Amber had been a little bit unsure right up to that moment, when she heard the tenderness in his voice, and saw the care in his eyes, she knew that he would never do anything that she didn't want.
"Yes please." she answered quickly, and with feeling.

Eric sighed in relief, and then hissed, and sighed with pleasure as he suddenly pushed the head of his cock in, stretching open her little honey hole.
She sucked in a quick breath, her eyes widening, and for a moment neither of them could move, or speak, but only let out intermittent pants as they both stared at the tip of his shaft now firmly lodged inside her bald little pussy.
After a moment Amber gave a quick buck of her hips causing Eric to grunt as she took another inch in, and out real fast.
She squealed, giggled, and then did it again.
Eric gently clamped his other hand onto her other thigh, pinning it to the desk, and even as she rolled her narrow hips against his grasp, he asked, "So you think you're ready for more?"

She quickly nodded her head, trying to push her hips against his firm grasp.
"Okay baby, here it comes." he chuckled in a breathy voice, and then began slowly pushing his hips forward.

Amber tried to smile at him, but as she took more of his cock inside her she couldn't help panting, and moaning, her voice becoming louder, and higher pitched the deeper he penetrated her.
Although he had only meant to go in another couple of inches, he found that now that he had begun to enter her tight wet pussy he couldn't stop.
It had taken a lot of self control not to just slam into her when he'd first felt her squeezing the tip of his cock, and even now he wanted to shove it in, but he went slowly, almost painfully slowly.
It was just too good, and tight to resist going in all the way.
And as he finally felt his hips up against her thighs, he let out a deep shuddering sigh, the feeling of her tight, wet little hole massaging the full length of his manhood making his knees feel a little weak.

Amber let out a high pitched squealing pant as he pushed all the way in, and then lied back on the desk, panting, and whimpering at the intense feeling of having his hard cock inside her.
Eric wanted to ask her if she was okay, but found that he couldn't really speak, and so he just slid his hand from her thigh to her tummy, rubbing it as he was finally able to pant out, "O-okay?"

She reached out, gabbing his hand with both of her hands, and slowly nodding her head as she once again attempted to smile.
Once again neither of them could move for a moment as the intense pleasure overwhelmed their senses.
Suddenly Eric let out an intense grunt as Amber flexed her muscles, giving his cock a good squeeze.

Amber let out a tiny giggle, and then asked, "Did you like that?"

"Umhmm." he said with a nod, and a broad smile.

She blushed, and giggled again, feeling proud of herself, but then her eyes went wide, and she sucked in a deep breath as he slowly pulled out until just the tip was in.
Then she let out a deep shuddering sigh, her eyelids fluttering a little when he once again plunged all the way back in.
"Did you like that?" Eric asked her playfully.

She nodded enthusiastically, her cheeks almost glowing red as she suddenly threw her hands up, beckoning him in, and he obliged by leaning down, scooping her body up into his arms while she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close.
He began pumping his hips, slowly fucking her, and she panted, and moaned, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in, and out of her wet pussy driving her to new heights of pleasure.
It was even better than she'd imagined it would be, being held so tight, feeling his hot breath on her neck as he repeatedly thrust his stiff meat into her wet, and willing little pussy.
He kissed her neck, her cheek, and then their lips met, and soon their tongues danced, and played around each other as he began fucking her a little faster.

As she wrapped her legs around his waist Eric's head was swimming.
Here he was having sex with Amber on his desk, and he suddenly realized that if someone had told him as little as an hour ago that this would be happening he'd have laughed at them.
Oh sure he'd had students flirt with him before, a couple had even come on to him, but he had always managed to stay professional, and let them down gently.
Amber had seduced him rather easily though, and he began to realize that he felt far more for her than he'd ever allowed himself to think about before.
His chest swelled with emotion, and he broke from their kiss, and in a husky whisper he said, "I love you."

Amber tightened her grip on him, and panted, "Yes, yes, I love you too."

Tears were streaming down her face, and he kissed her tears, whispering over, and over, "Oh god I love you, I love you so much."

Eric began pumping his hips even faster, really fucking her good, and her moans became higher, and higher pitched until with a little yelp she began to climax, grunting hard as orgasmic spasms wracked her body.
If anything it was even better than the first one, the feeling of being held so tight in his arms as her little cunt squeezed his trusting prick to the rhythm of her orgasm.
She was just beginning to come down when she threw her arms back onto the desk, and in a husky pant she demanded, "Ta-take me!"

Eric instantly knew what she wanted, so he pulled his arms from around her, and grasped her wrists, pinning them to the desk as he began really fucking her hard, their bodies slapping together.
It turned her on so much to be held down, and fucked by him that she began cumming again almost as soon as she felt his hands on her wrists.
"Oh god yes, yes!" she wailed as the intense pleasure swept through her body.

Eric suddenly felt his own orgasm about to break, and he started to pull out, panting, "Oh shit, I'm gon-gonna cum."

That's when she surprised him yet again by tightening the grip with her legs, pulling him back in as she stuttered in an urgent whisper, "Cum-cum in-inside m-m-meeee."

Now his mind was completely blown, but he couldn't refuse a request like that.
He he went back to pumping his hips until he finally felt his balls draw up, and he let out a loud moan as he buried his cock all the way inside of her, and it twitched, squirting out the first blast of hot sperm.
"Uuuughh, uuughhh, uuughhhh!" he grunted rhythmically as pumped his pearly white cum deep into her sweet pussy.

The feeling of his semen spraying against her cervix made her start cumming again, and they pressed their cheeks together, both cumming right there on his desk.
It was the most intense orgasm that Eric had ever had, and it took a minute after it was over for him to drift back to Earth, to feel her cheek against his, and hear their heavy breathing.
As they lay there together, their breathing slowly returning to normal, they caught sight of themselves in the mirror across the room.
His trousers were down, and her skirt was up, but other than that they were still fully clothed.
It was oddly hot, and Amber said, "We look sexy." with a little smile.

He had to agree, but now that his senses were returning he decided they'd best straighten up before the janitor arrived to clean up, because he had a key, and the last thing he needed was to get caught balls deep in one of his students.
He quickly pulled out, and stood up, and she opened her legs, releasing him.
Then she sat up, pulling the crotch of her panties back into place, and gently patting herself as she said, "I'm gonna keep your cum right here."

Eric did a little double take, arching an eyebrow, and she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing hot as she asked, "Is that weird."

he wasn't sure what to say at first, but then he just told her the truth.
"That's really fucking hot actually." he said with a smile.

"Really?" she asked.

He slowly nodded his head, and began reaching for his pants when she suddenly hopped off the desk, dropping to her knees in front of him as she said, "Wait, let me clean you off."

He couldn't help but moan, burying his fingers in her silky hair as he watched her lick to excess cum from his cock, and he wondered if maybe she wasn't the sexiest girl he'd ever known in his life.
When she'd finished she pulled up his trousers for him, buttoning them up, and fastening his belt, and he was amazed at her thoroughness.
after straightening her own skirt she suddenly looked up at him, and asked very seriously, "Did you mean it?"

He must have looked as puzzled as he was because she looked down, her cheeks turning red again as she said in a quiet voice, "You said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

He gently grasped her chin, turning her face up to look into his eyes, and he said, very sincerely, "Yes, I meant it. I love you."

Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and then with a little yelp she leaped up, and threw her arms around his neck, sobbing, "I'm so happy."

Eric felt his own eye tearing up as he wrapped his arms around her little waist, holding her tight.
He wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work, but the one thing that he did know was that he would do anything that he had to be with her.
Whatever it took.

My cousin Lili (Part 1)

I was sitting at home watching tv when I got the usual Christmas call from my mom. Was I coming over this year? I tried my damndest to get out of it, complaining about bad weather and low funds, but eventually I lost and relented. Mom wanted me home because I was newly divorced and she thought I needed family around me to cure my loneliness. Thing is, I wasn't lonely. I was getting plenty of ass and was actually happy to have a quiet house without cats or someone whining about things that needed to be done.

I packed a small bag and threw my stuff in the truck and started the 2 1/2 hour drive over the Sierras to get to her house. It ended up turning into a 4 hour trek because of snow and idiots who couldn't drive in the snow. I got to her place at a little after 11pm and the party was in full swing. I greeted the family and decided to join in the drinking. While enjoying my beer I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and was greeted by my cousin Lili, who I had not seen in a couple of years. She was a cute little thing, 15 years old with curly hair and olive skin. She wasn't gorgeous, but she had that innocent look I loved. She was thick, but seemed to have some nice tits on her. I shook those thoughts out of my head and gave her a hug and a kiss.

The rest of the family eventually decided to crash out, so I stayed in the living room to watch some TV. After a few minutes Lili walked in and asked if she could watch tv with me. I had a nice buzz and was feeling friendly so I lifted my blanket so she could cover up from the cold. She was wearing a long t shirt and I briefly wondered if she was wearing anything underneath. She ran onto the couch and cuddled up next to me as we watched a movie.

I flipped channels and stopped on some soft porn movie on Cinemax. Lili giggled. "Eew! Uncle George, that's gross!" I laughed and kept it on the channel. I noticed that while she covered her face, her fingers were spread so she could see the screen. She playfully smacked me a few times and moved up closer to me. I changed the channel and flipped through, but just couldn't find anything. I handed her the remote. "Here, find something interesting". She took the remote and flipped backwards, landing on the channel we were just watching.

"I thought this was gross?" I said with a smile. "It's not that gross. I've seen worse" she said with a smile. I looked at her a little shocked. "You watch porn?" Even with only the tv lighting the room I could see that her face was turning beet red. "Maybe" she said coyly. "Are you practicing for your boyfriend or something?" She nodded her head no. "Boys don't like me." I turned to her. "What do you mean they don't like you? You're adorable!" "That's the problem. The boys want the hot skinny girls. Nobody wants the fat girl." I could see that this was seriously weighing on her. I put my arm around her and pulled her closer. "Those boys are idiots. I never date skinny girls. I prefer girls built like you." She looked up at me. "Why?" "Well, because I like a woman with curves. I like nice boobs and a nice round ass. Nothing worse than a bony ass." She giggled. Do I have a round bootie?" At this point I probably should have stopped, but the alcohol took over. "I dunno. I haven't seen your ass." She stood up and turned around, sticking her ass out. "There. How's that?" I decided to push my luck. "I dunno", I said. "I really can't see." She moved closer and shook it. "How about now?" "Sweetie, you have a shirt on, I can't see anything. To my surprise, she lifted up the back of her shirt, showing me her panty covered ass. "How about now?" I was glad that the blanket was still on me, because my cock immediately went to attention.

"That is a nice ass", I said. She turned to look at me. "You can touch it if you want." My brain immediately began having an argument with itself. One one hand, she was a minor and my cousin. On the other, she was a young girl offering her ass to me. My hand slowly reached out and touched her cheek. I never broke eye contact with Lili as my hand touched her. She smiled and stepped back, moving her ass closer to me. I took both hands and began exploring her ass. It was so soft and pale. I took her panties and moved them up, turning them into a thong so I could enjoy her ass cheeks more. As I massaged her, she let out a slight moan. I took a chance and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her right cheek. She let out a louder moan as I began placing more kisses on her bare skin.

I pulled her closer and ran my hands up her belly. Her soft tummy shook as my fingers moved up towards her breasts. She gasped as my fingers touched the underside of her breasts. I pulled her onto my lap and moved my hands over her young tits. I squeezed her puffy nipples and kissed and licked her neck. She suddenly jumped up and I thought I was done. She then turned and climbed on my lap, kissing my on the lips. She had obviously never done this before, which turned me on even more. I smiled at her. "You've never kissed a boy, have you?' She lowered her head. "No. I'm sorry." She began to climb off of me, but I stopped her. "Where are you going?" "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm so sorry." I smiled again. "Well, then I guess we're gonna have to teach you, huh?" She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around me. "But," I said sternly, "You can never tell anyone. Promise?" "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

I pulled her close. "Follow my lead." I kissed her lips gently and opened my mouth. When I felt hers open, I slowly slid my tongue into her. After a couple of seconds, she reciprocated, wrestling her tongue with mine. She was a natural! My hands slid back under her shirt and back up to her tits. I gently pulled on them as we kissed, eliciting slight mews from her. I felt her grinding her panty clad pussy down on my cock, moving back and forth but not really sure what she was doing. I laid back on the couch, pulling her on top of me. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, waiting for some sort of sign she wanted me to stop. As the shirt came off, she sat up and covered her breasts. "What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" I asked. "No. I'm just embarrassed." "Embarrassed why?" "I don't like my body. I'm fat." I smiled at her again and sat up. "Sweetie, if I was worried about that, would I be kissing you?" She nodded her head no.

I stood up and looked down at her. I kissed her again and gently moved her hands down. My lips moved down her neck to her chest. I kneeled in front of her and looked at her perfect young tits. No sag, just standing there proudly. Her puffy nipples were nice and hard. I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked and licked one and then the other, driving this little teen girl crazy. My hand slowly slithered down her belly, reaching the waistband of her panties. I slowed my movements so I wouldn't freak her out and stopped when I felt a wetness. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked. I kissed down her belly to her panty covered pussy. I grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down, kissing the skin as it became exposed. I was greeted by a thick tuft of pubic hair. After having non stop shaved pussies, this was a welcome surprise. I inhaled deeply, enjoying her musky smell. I pulled her panties all the way down and stood up again. She covered herself with her arms, but again I moved them to her sides. "You're perfect", I whispered. She smiled and leaned up to kiss me.

I removed my shirt and threw it on the couch. I then pulled down my sweats and stood in front of her in only my boxers. I began to take them off but she placed her hands on mine. "Can I?" I merely nodded as she kneeled in front of me. She copied my earlier move and began kissing the exposed skin as she removed my underwear. She was not ready for my cock to catch on the waistband and smack her in the face. She yelped and covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. The light from the tv shone off of the pre cum that was on her chin and lower lip. She carefully wiped her chin with her fingers and touched it. "Is this cum?" she asked. "Pre-cum", I answered. "What's the difference?" "Pre cum gets a guys dick slippery enough to go inside a woman's pussy." She smiled at me. "Does this mean you want to go inside my pussy?" My cock got even harder hearing this and flexed, bouncing up and down. Lili grabbed it and smiled. "I guess that's a yes."

As much as I wanted to teach her about foreplay and oral sex, I wanted her pussy. I needed to pop her little cherry. She reached between her legs. "I think I'm slippery enough for the both of us. Do you want to?" I smiled at her. "Do I want to what?" She smiled and blushed. "You know. Do 'it'." I laughed at her innocence. "Are you sure? We are kind of doing a bad thing." "How's this bad?" she asked, still gripping my cock. "Well, you're my cousin and you're under age. If we get caught then I could go to prison for a long time." She crawled up my belly and kissed my lips. "I promise I won't tell."

I laid her down on the couch and spread her legs open. I kissed her inner thighs and gently licked her pussy from top to bottom, causing her to moan. "Please" she begged. I need you inside me. I moved up her body and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Is it gonna hurt?" "It will at first. Like ripping off a band aid." I answered. "Ok, ok. I'm ready. Please be careful." I kissed her lips. "I promise." I slid my cock inside her, watching her face contort as she got used to having me inside her. I pushed until I got to her hymen. "One the count of three, ok?" She nodded yes. "One. Two…" I thrust inside her, mashing my lips to hers to contain her scream. I stayed inside her pussy and didn't move. She took some deep breaths and I wiped away her tears. "Let me know when you're ready honey." After about thirty seconds she looked at me. "Ok, ok." I slowly began moving in and out of her. She grimaced for a bit, but then her eyes closed. She wrapped her hands on the back of my neck and pulled me towards her, kissing my lips. We kissed passionately as I began to speed up my thrusting.

"Oh my god. You feel so good! It feels so good inside me." I picked up the pace. "Oh god…I can feel something. Oh god oh god oh god!" I kissed her again as her first orgasm tore through her. Her pussy tightened up so much that she almost pushed me out. Her body thrashed around as her first ever orgasm shocked her system. As she came down from the high I began to pump faster. She locked her legs around me and ran her nails down my back. I was in heaven. I pumped her harder and faster until I finally couldn't contain myself and filled her virgin cunt full of cum. She kissed me as she came again, our juices mingling together. Suddenly I panicked. I just shot my load inside of a 15 year old girl! "Oh my god! I'm gonna get you pregnant!" She smiled. "The doctor put me on the pill about 6 months ago because my periods were so painful. You're ok." I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed my t shirt, putting it under her pussy to collect our juices as I pulled out of her. I wiped her pussy with my shirt and then my cock.

"I should go to bed" she whispered. We kissed and got dressed quickly. "Can we do this again?" she asked. "Of course. But like I said, you can't tell anyone about this." She smiled and skipped up to her room, leaving me alone on the couch. I flipped the cushions and sprayed some febreze, then tossed the shirt in the outside garbage can before going into a comfortable sleep.

Celestial Nirvana: Part 7 – The Final Lesson

Victoria looked out the window of the hotel room she was sharing with Jack. She could barely keep her mind on one thought or worry, it was like trying to grab snakes while pumped full of Novocain. Playing in her mind over and over like a Youtube video set to repeat, the scene from the garage haunted her like the guilt of a crime. Her emotions were a sea of confusion, struggling to define her feelings for Jack. After seeing what he was capable of, she felt fear; after realizing the secret he had kept from her, she felt distrust and resentment; and after hearing his words and seeing him smile… she felt love.
As Jack came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her neck, she stirred and pulled away, almost with disgust. Biting his lip, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and while she gave a half-hearted struggle for a few seconds, she quickly became docile.
“Victoria, what do I have to do to make your forgive me?” He asked.
“You don’t get it, you just don’t get it. It’s not a matter of whether or not I can forgive you, it’s a matter of what this means for our relationship. I have no idea who or what you are and you won’t answer any of my questions.” She said bitterly.
“No, this is about forgiveness. You’re angry with me for keeping this secret from you. You’re angry with me for complicating things. You’re angry with me because I can’t give you any answers right now. But what angers you the most is that things had to change when they were so perfect just an hour ago. Speak your mind Victoria.” He replied.
“How can I trust you? How can I believe you when you say you love me or start preaching your psycho bullshit?! How do I know that you’re not just stringing me along, thinking of me in the same way that a human thinks of an animal or an insect? How can I ever trust you when I can never be your equal?” She asked.
“Victoria, I am human. I have a human brain and a human body, and the way I feel and think is possible for any other human. Except for my powers, any other human can become like me, it all depends on how they choose to see the universe and how they choose to shape their perceptions. The love I feel for you is just like the love anyone else would feel in my position. I love you and I care about you.”
“But why have you hidden the truth from me?”
“Because of this, right here and now. Can you imagine what your reaction would have been before we started our relationship? We’ve been together for so short a time, can you really say that you would have handled this better in the past?”
“If you can bring back the dead, why didn’t you bring back your mom?” Victoria asked.
“I do not see life and death in the same way you do, everything I have said about existing forever has been honest and true. The only reason why I revived those thugs is to make up for the violence I committed against them in the first place. What happened to my mother was an accident, but what I did to them was on purpose. Admittedly, I let my temper get the best of me, and recreating them was my penitence for it.” He said with his hold loosening. Taking a step forward, Victoria turned around and placed her hands on Jack’s chest.
“Do you really love me?” She asked.
“With all of my heart.” Ha answered.
“Then I trust you.” She murmured.
Leaning forward, she buried her face in the side of his neck and held onto him for dear life. Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her, his fingers tented against the back of her head and the sweet fragrance of her hair dominating his senses. Both humming like newborn pups, they tightened their grasp on each other, holding themselves so close together that they could feel each other’s hearts beating. As if surrendering, Victoria released her hold and raised her head, glanced up with a small content smile and blushing face. Looking like a cat getting rubbed in just the right spot behind the ear, she completely let go and almost became limp, fully giving in to the feeling of being embraced.
Slowly, Jack loosened his hold and the two teenagers stared into each other’s eyes, waiting only a few moments before they started kissing. Panting heavily from their growing horniness, they moved over to the bed without ending heir kiss, quickly undressing each other before lying down. Without using his hands, Jack entered Victoria with one great push, drawing a gasp of joy from the young beauty. Their naked bodies pressed together and interlocked, the two lovers began panting and trembling in bliss with Jack taking point, thrusting into Victoria with machine-like strength.
Victoria’s body was indescribable in its physical beauty and feeling. Her firm rolling breasts jiggling against his chest, her soft flat belly lapping against his like waves on the beach, her long smooth legs wrapping around his waist and holding him tightly, her beautiful scarlet hair smelling like roses and fruit, and her red lips, as soft and delicate as wisps of ice cream. He loved every single centimeter of her body, and she could feel his love. She could feel his feelings basically being injected into her with each penetration, as well as with each breath they shared while they kissed.
Jack began to pick up speed, driving into her like a woodpecker and causing the mattress to rock back and forth and bounce on its frame. Feeling her barriers crashing down with each thrust, Victoria stopped kissing him and laid back, relishing the feeling of her approaching orgasm. Knowing the signs, Jack changed his movements, stirring his cock inside her with each thrust instead of relying on deep penetration. At last, Victoria cried out in ecstasy and Jack could feel her pussy shaking with wet arousal.
“Oh Jack!” She moaned over and over again.
Not done, Jack rolled off her and got behind her with the two of them on their sides. Lifting up her leg, he re-entered her and resumed fucking her, giving her a wide excited smile from the switch to the new position. Grinning and licking her lips, Victoria looked back and resumed hissing him, while placing one hand on his cheek and using the other hand to rub her clit. With the threshold reached, Victoria was quick to have another mind-numbing orgasm.
“Victoria, I’m going to cum.” He grunted in her ear.
“Well you’ve certainly deserved it. Give to me baby, pour all of your semen into me.” She whined.
Happy to obey, Jack put all of his remaining strength into twenty more brutally-fast thrusts, forcing his cock into her with so much speed that his balls were basically being slingshot back and forth almost painfully. In tandem with the twentieth thrust, Jack gave a low growl and emptied all of his reserves into her, filling her up to the point where sperm was overflowing and oozing out of her pussy. His erection deflating, Jack pulled out of her and laid his head on the pillow.
“I love you Jack, and I just want to be with you.” Victoria whispered, pressing herself against him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be together forever.” He replied, holding her close and slowly drifting to sleep.

“For as long as I can remember, my mom has been an overachiever with high expectations of me. You could say that she is a workaholic, always spending her time at one job or another, coming home late each night because she would rather work 5 to 9 instead of 9 to 5. It’s not like we needed the money, we would have been fine if she had worked better hours. When I asked her why she was never home and why she was so obsessed with work, she said that adults have to work, that’s just the way it is. Knowing what you have to do and doing it is all a part of growing up. She drilled that into my mind over and over again: know what you have to do and then do it, it’s time for you to grow up. I used to think she just hated my dad and I, but now I’m old enough to know that she’s just crazy. Oh well, with me being a whore and my mom always gone, it’s no big surprise that I started screwing my dad every night.” Kelly said with a bitter laugh, sitting on the invisible ground with her back to Jack.
“How Freudian, very interesting.” Jack said, walking towards her from across the dreamscape.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Freud believed that early childhood experiences dominated the shaping process of the human mind, and that most inner conflicts stemmed from the instinctive desire to have sex gone wrong. Many of these issues deal with the parents of the opposite gender. To be frank, you’re Freud’s wet dream.” He explained, sitting down behind her, back to back.
“So how does that help me?” Kelly asked, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
“Well we have two aspects as to the development of your identity crisis. On one hand, you have an uncaring mom who would rather stay at the office long into night than take her role as a wife and mother, leaving that role open, and you have her forcing a concept into your mind that terrified you and gave you a deep-seated fear of growing older. The family is the greatest basis for the development of our personalities: we mirror ourselves after our same-gender parent or rebel to create our own personality, in this case, your mother. We then use our opposite-gender parent as a model in which we develop our expectations for everyone of the opposite gender.
Quite simply, your father is the first man you have ever known and you used him as a model to set your expectations for finding a mate. With this, it’s clear that since you didn’t really have a mother in which to mirror or rebel against, you instead saw the role that she left wide open. Because you had no identity of your own, you sought to take your absent mother’s, at least in terms of responsibility. This can often take place in single-parent families, but it is because of your complete lack of an identity that you took it so far. This is why you never really felt shame when being intimate with your father; it was because you had not established your role as the daughter.
Then, there is the second aspect. From what I understand, you loathe your mother and you rarely ever saw her. From this, I can assume that you naturally rebelled against becoming like her, using only what you were able to gleam from her. She said that she basically drilled into your mind the concept that growing up involves total self-knowledge and the stoic sense of what has to be done. You hated your mother, so you hated what she believed in. You didn’t want to prove her right and become what she wanted, so you turned your back on knowing yourself. You tried to fight against the aging process, you wanted to stay young, immature, and carefree to rebel against her, and to do that, you had to stay ignorant of who you are and “what you needed to do”. Basically, your feelings for your mother triggered and energized humans’ natural fear of death and aging.
The fact that you were so desperate to stay young also helps explain why you chose the role of a prostitute. By becoming a sex object, you made yourself feel wanted and attractive, which is the main desire and fear that people normally develop, as they grow older.” He said.
“So what should I do?” Kelly asked, feeling the last and greatest weight basically melting off her shoulders.
“Nothing. You now know the source of your problems, and with that, you will naturally and subconsciously work to fix it. You have discovered your identity, so you’ve solidified your core and know where you stand. All that’s left is to overcome your anger and resentment for your mother and come to terms with your fear of death and aging, which you will achieve when I teach you to unlock the Self. For now, you are done.” He said.
Getting up on her knees, Kelly turned around and leaned on Jack, wrapping her arms around him.
“Jack, you’ve helped me more than anyone else in my life. No one has ever been so kind to me and done so much for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me, we’re friends after all.” Jack said with a smile while reaching back stroking her hair.
“Jack, I think I love you.” She murmured. Jack’s hand stopped, and he slowly moved it down from her hair and placed it on her hand.
“Kelly, you know I am with Victoria. I love her and I promised her that I would be with no one else.” He said softly.
“But you love me too, I know you do! You wouldn’t have done all this for me if you didn’t!” She said desperately with a tight hold.
“You’re right, I do care about you, but not in the same way I care about Victoria. Please Kelly, don’t make this difficult.” He said.
“You told me that you love to help people, to fulfill their potential. If I could be with someone I love and who loves me, just for one night, I think I may finally understand who I truly am. Be my mirror, show me my reflection.” She pleaded. Jack sighed.
“Speak to Victoria, I won’t do anything unless she wants me to.” He finally said.

“In order to discover the Self, you must see through the Superego. You must see through the display you use to project who you are, the part of your personality that is shaped by events and experiences. Think of your mind as like a planet, with your Self as the pure molten core, free of all characteristics or distinguishable features. Your Superego is the surface, shaped and morphed by the tectonic collisions of your life and decorated by life. All three of you have gone through this process: Victoria, you removed the barriers you had created around yourself out of fear of assimilation and have learned to trust others; Kelly, you discovered your identity and came to terms with your innate fear of growing up; Tyler, you faced the death of your sister, learned that pain is in the mind, and that there is no possible course of action, except for the one taken, all resulting in the loss of the guilt that has plagued you for years.” Said Jack. The four teenagers were sitting on the floor in Jack’s room, taking advantage of the time after school.
“Now, you all know that I am different, and I have promised you all of your answers on my birthday. That said, it would be better for you to complete this before then, which means that we have four days. Today I will begin going over with you the main concepts of the self and give an overview of the Tree of Life, something I have instructed Kelly to research. After that, we will closely examine the concepts, and hopefully, you will all be ready to accept my answers. Are you all ready?” He asked. Everyone nodded.
“Good, I’ll start off summarizing what I have told you all already. The Self is the core of your personality, the untainted source of all your honest likes and dislikes. When I say honest, I mean that the social factor has no effect on it. If you give into peer pressure, you could say that your Superego is the need to impress others, but the Self is your conscience, telling you not to give in. The interesting thing is that with this example, your conscience is acting, but not specifically your morals. Basically, the Self does not recognize rules or laws.
The Self has a very instinctual and biological origin, as it controls how we perceive our world and essentially regulates the flow of chemicals and neural pulses in the brain. It is like a combination of your physical desires and your pure emotions, basically the Id and Ego to your Superego, as Freud would say. However, the Self is also the source of higher-level thinking. I don’t mean that unlocking the Self makes you a super-genius, but it is instead the medium we use to conceive our place in the universe. The Superego looks only at the tiny world we live in, but the Self takes in our acknowledgement of the entirety of creation and gives birth to true philosophy.
As I said before, the Self controls our perceptions, labeling everything as good or bad, basically working on autopilot. However, if you can achieve the Self and see the truth that it provides for you, then you can see something from every possible angle, both positive and negative, and truly choose to be happy. People often ask me why I am so happy. Quite simply, I am happy because I am able to see the light in everything. They say that every problem is an opportunity in disguise, well that’s basically how I see the world. I only lower my smile out of respect for people grieving or when it is socially needed.”
“So how exactly do you discover the Self?” Kelly asked.
“You must overcome every assumption and unwritten rule that society has given you, you must realize your true value in the universe, and you must learn to go beyond black and white perceptions and see the grey in between. Many of the lessons on the Self, you have each already learned, albeit separately. I’ll go over all of them again so that you each get the same lesson, but not now. Now, we focus on the Tree of Life, also known as the Kabbalah and the Sephirot Tree. I figure since you know what I am capable of, there is no point in hiding it.”
On the wall behind Jack, three diagrams of light appeared, each the size of a table. All three of his students gasped in amazement, even Victoria, who had seen him block a knife, dematerialize bullets, and rip humans apart atom by atom and then resurrect them. The first diagram was of the simple Tree of Life, no more than a web with eleven bubbles, a name in each one. The second one was more complex, with explanations and directions around and between each bubble, as well as multiple symbols. However, due to the language of its origin, it was completely unreadable. The third looked downright strange, resembling an upside-down palm tree with branches extending from the trunk and a label imprinted on each of the ten leaves. Each branch had its own Sephirot bubble, as well as the heart of the roots and the knot of the tree.
“The tree has multiple interpretations, not only in translation but in appearance. One of my favorites is the work of Robert Fludd, the one who created the third diagram. The Tree of Life is one of the foundations of all religion, serving as the pathway to God. Now before you start worrying, I want to assure that I’m not trying to indoctrinate you into a cult.” He said with a laugh, which was joined by the others.
“I use the Tree of Life as a reference because I find it to be truly a fascinating concept and a perfect example for my methods. I am in no way religious. You all know my motto; half of reality is how you perceive it. When I say it, I mean that it is only through consciousness that things can be labeled and categorized. You can’t deny that a star is a colossal mass of nuclear fire, but you need a mind to actually label it as ‘hot’. This ability, born to everything that thinks, could almost considered a divine power. Quite simply, the gods that humans try so hard to find are actually the humans themselves.
That’s why the Tree of Life is such a good example for my teachings, you can replace God with the Self for the achievement that it leads you to. Since God and man are one in the same, the Tree of Life leads back to the same goal. Now, we move onto the definition. Each Sephirot on the tree corresponds to a virtue, a state of mind that must be attained to form a path. The tree has many different translations, but the overall idea is the same. Try to remember these, at least the definitions.
Keter, the first Sephirot, is our direct connection to our higher self. It links us to the higher dimensions through which only the mind may enter, since the mind creates them. It also consists of things that the human mind cannot comprehend. It represents the primal stirrings of intent in the Ein Soph –the Ein Soph being both the origin of everything and the divine nothing- or the arousal of desire to come forth into the varied life of being. But in this sense, although it contains all the potential for content, it contains no content itself, and is therefore called 'Nothing',
Chokhmah, the second of the ten Sephirot, is the first power of conscious intellect within Creation, and the first point of 'real' existence, since Keter represents emptiness. It is the power of intuitive insight, as well as wisdom. The "wisdom" of Chokhmah also implies the ability to look deeply at some aspect of reality and abstract its conceptual essence till one succeeds in uncovering its underlying axiomatic truth. These seeds of truth can then be conveyed to the companion power of Binah for the sake of intellectual analysis and development. Consider this our ability to comprehend and define.
Binah is 'understanding' or 'contemplation'. It is likened to a 'palace of mirrors' that reflects the pure point of light of Chokmah, increasing and multiplying it in an infinite variety of ways. In this sense, it is the 'quarry', which is carved out by the light of wisdom. On a psychological level, Binah is "processed wisdom," also known as deductive reasoning. It is davar mitoch davar -understanding one idea from another idea. While Chockmah is intellect that does not emanate from the rational process (it is either inspired or taught), Binah is the rational process that is innate in the person, which works to develop an idea fully.
Da’at is considered the point of creation, when the active principle of Chokhmah (wisdom), meets with the passive principle of Binah, 'understanding', and creates the archetypal idea of knowledge. These three are sometimes referred to as the “super-conscious”. You could say that Da’at is an unofficial Sephirot, serving as the keystone between all of them. Consider it your anchor, the balance in which you retain your humanity so that the knowledge of the Tree of Life doesn’t fuel your ego and give you delusional ideas of grandeur.
Chesed is loving-kindness, a simple virtue that can never be underestimated in its value. Like Da’at, it is an anchor to remind you that you are human, as one who is cruel seeks to separate himself from others, while someone who is kind opens their heart and places trust.
Gevurah is understood as God's mode of punishing the wicked and judging humanity in general. But like I’ve said before, man and God are one in the same, therefor, it is the ability of humans to judge other humans. It is the foundation of stringency, absolute adherence to the letter of the law, and strict meting out of justice, essentially making it the key to mankind’s ability to create civilization. This stands in contrast to Chesed. Gevurah is associated in the soul with the power to restrain one's innate urge to bestow goodness upon others, when the recipient of that good is judged to be unworthy and liable to misuse it. I used Gevurah when Victoria and I were attacked, knowing there was no time to talk. As the force that measures and assesses the worthiness of Creation, Gevurah is also referred to in the Kabbalah as midat hadin (the attribute of judgment). It is the restraining might of Gevurah which allows one to overcome his enemies, be they from without or from within (his evil inclination).
Tiferet is the force that integrates the Sephirot of Chesed ("compassion") and Gevurah (Strength or Judgement). These two forces are, respectively, expansive (giving) and restrictive (receiving). Either of them without the other could not manifest the flow of enlightened energy; they must be balanced in perfect proportion by balancing compassion with discipline. This balance can be seen in the role of Tiferet, wherein the conflicting forces are harmonized, and creation flowers forth. This is what will grant you the knowledge to know when to talk down a terrorist who has shot you in the chest and is trying to crash a plane and when to do what you can to ensure your safety or the safety of someone else. Tiferet also balances Netzach and Hod in a similar manner. In that case, Hod can be seen as the intellect where Netzach is seen as emotion.
Understanding the attributes of Netzach and Hod gives us a new perspective into understanding what is happening in the world. No longer do we merely look at an act at face value and attempt to understand it as such, but we must look at it also in terms of "a means to an end.” These Sephirot mark a turning point. Whereas the first two groups of Sephirot deal with intrinsic will and what it is that we desires to bestow upon other people, these Sephirot are focused on man: What is the most appropriate way for man to receive God's message? How can God's will be implemented most effectively? In essence, it is the innate desire to find the Self, balancing intellect and emotion to uncover your core.
All the Sephirot are likened to different parts of the body, and Netzach and Hod are likened to the two feet of a person. Feet are usually only the means for a person's activity. While the hands are the main instrument of action, the feet bring a person to the place where he wishes to execute that action. However, Hod is seen as form of "submission"; being explained that instead of "conquering" an obstacle in one's way, (which is the idea of Netzach), subduing oneself to that "obstacle" is related to the quality of Hod. Tyler, what you and I discussed about how time dictates all actions fit into this category. It is the humble acceptance of one’s role and value in the universe.
The Sephirot of Yesod translates spiritual concepts into actions that unite us with God, or as I’ve said, the Self. It plays the role of collecting and balancing the different and opposing energies of Hod and Netzach, and also from Tiferet above it, storing and distributing it throughout the world. It is likened to the engine-room of creation. Think of it as the hub between the Self and the Superego, creating the compromises between our true desires and society’s needs that we experience every day. When the Self tells you that you are hungry but your Superego reminds you that you are on a diet, the principal of Yesod comes into play in the form of you deciding to eat something healthy.
Malkuth is the final Sephirot, and unlike the other nine, it is an attribute of mankind, which does not emanate from mankind directly. Rather it emanates from mankind's creation—when that creation reflects and evinces mankind's glory from within itself. Think of it as the final anchor, the link between the world outside your body and the world inside your mind. It is associated with the realm of matter and relates to the physical world. It is important not to think of this Sephirot as merely "unspiritual", for even though it is the emanation furthest from the divine source, it is still on the Tree of Life. As the receiving sphere of all the other Sephirot above it, Malkuth gives tangible form to the other emanations. It is like the negative node of an electrical circuit. The divine energy comes down and finds its expression in this plane, and our purpose as human beings is to bring that energy back around the circuit again and up the Tree.
Now, that is it for today. Go home, mull over what I have told you, and see what progress you can make on your own. I’ll leave you all alone tonight.”
Everyone nearly rolled back onto the floor like water if its container suddenly disappeared. They had been sitting still for so long and paying so much attention to Jack that they had lost all feeling in their muscles. They all stood up and stretched, moaning in joy at the feeling of finally being able to ease the tension in their bodies.
“Alright ladies, I’ll drive you home.” Tyler said with a yawn.
“Actually I live just down the road, so I’ll stay with Jack a little longer and then walk home. But thank you though.” Victoria said gratefully.
“Kelly?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah, that would be great. But uh, Victoria? Could I talk to you for a minute?” She replied, causing Victoria to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Sure.” She said, following Kelly out of the room and deep into the hall.
“So, what do you think they’re talking about?” Tyler asked.
“I don’t have the heart to listen in.” Jack said, standing up and stretching.
“You’ve certainly recovered from your wound quickly.” Tyler remarked.
“Well now that you three know, I don’t have to pretend anymore. Really, I just walk with the cane for everyone else’s sake.” Jack explained.
“So when I discover my Self, will I get powers like yours?” He asked, making Jack laugh.
“No, my abilities and the Self are completely unrelated. Don’t worry my friend, you’ll get your answers soon enough.” Jack responded.

“So what’s up?” Victoria asked, standing in the bathroom with Kelly.
“You told me about what happened with those guys in Washington, but there is something I need to tell you. You know that I used to be a whore and a drug addict… well I’m not anymore. I mean that literally; I’m a virgin and I’ve never had any drugs in my system.” She said nervously. Victoria looked at her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“Jack cured me of all my problems. He cured me of all my STDs, my withdrawal symptoms, he removed my scars, and he even gave me my virginity. Basically, I haven’t been this pure since I was nine years old. I told you that so I could tell you this. I don’t know how to say it, so I’m just going to be blunt. I’m in love with Jack, and with your permission, I’d like to have a three-way.” Said Kelly. Victoria took a slow deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check and not feel overly protective.
“Go home Kelly.” Victoria sighed, walking out of the bathroom.
“Nice chat.” Kelly said with a click of her tongue.

“So, did you get what you were looking for?” Kelly asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Tyler’s pickup truck as they drove towards her house.
“I guess, I got a lot of information but no real answers. Though I guess I can understand, I mean he did basically give us the tools to achieve our goals, now he’s going to let us experiment with them before telling us what they’re for. I just wonder if we’ll really accomplish something before the 21st.” Tyler shrugged.
“I’ve been wondering about that. You know what the 21st is, right?” Kelly asked.
“Of course, 12/21/2012, the Mayan doomsday that everyone has been talking about. What, you think it’s real?” Tyler laughed.
“Well maybe not the Mayan thing exactly, but haven’t you noticed that he wants to get everything done before then, like he’s not expecting anything after? What if he knows something that we don’t.”
“Girl, from the moment we met, I’ve known that he knows something that I don’t know.” Tyler grunted.

Jack and Victoria lay on his fold-out mattress, painting heavily with their bodies glistening with sweat and their clothes scattered across the room.
“Kelly asked for a three-way.” Victoria said out of the blue.
“Really? I didn’t think she would go that far.” Jack replied.
“So you knew?”
“Of course I knew, I’m the one who sent her to ask you. She said she wanted to sleep with me, I turned her down because I’m with you, she insisted, and I told her that she would have to talk to you if I were to break my promise. I must say, the suggestion was a good idea on her part. Make you feel more comfortable by letting you watch and intervene however you like, let you remain a part of it. It seems she really trusts you, after all, you’re one of her first real friends.”
“You’re such a gentleman.” She said sweetly.
“So what was your answer?”
“I said no. I’m not into women and I hate the idea of sharing you.” She replied, sitting up with a blanket wrapped around her.
“With how hungrily you lick your fingers clean after each session of playing with yourself, some would say otherwise. Besides, maybe this would help you finally eliminate your trust issues.” Jack suggested. Victoria shot him a dirty look.
“I’m going home.” She established.

Kelly was lying in bed, staring up at her ceiling with her mind abuzz with questions, all of which about Jack, the 21st, or his teachings. What was going to happen on Friday? Would Victoria change her mind if she pressed the matter? How was she supposed to make sense of what Jack had told her. She had studied the Tree of Life over and over, but she just couldn’t figure out how it worked.
‘Calm down, you aren’t helping yourself by getting all worked up. Jack told you to try and make some progress on your own, so do it and quit complaining. We have to do whatever he says, he’s our teacher.
Holy shit, we may be a cult after all.’ She thought to herself before laughing.
Her nerves steady, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and interlaced her fingers with her whole body becoming calm. Lying on her back, not moving, she slowly felt sleepiness crawling up her body like frost. But it was mental tiredness she wanted, not physical tiredness. More and more, she calmed her mind, focusing only on her breathing until she felt herself beginning to fall back towards the world of dreams.
‘Ok, Jack isn’t coming tonight, so I can’t rely on a dream to help me. So… visualize it.’ Kelly thought, imagining the Tree of Life. No matter how many times she looked at it, it always seemed familiar, like it was tickling some long-lost memory.
‘Focus on the first one, Keter, focus. He said… he said that it dealt with higher planes, those that only the mind could reach and the ones that surpassed all human understanding. He said it was nothingness, the bleakness from which creation originated. Ok, not sure what to do with that. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to try…’ She thought.
Like sweat from pores, liquid darkness began to ooze forth from every surface in her room like ink. She was sinking into her mind, bypassing all stages of sleep and landing right in the REM stage. As she sank further and further into the dream, her mind was losing its grip on reality. Within minutes, she began to sink into her bed as well, losing her sense of what it felt like and her knowledge that it was really there. Finally, her sheets opened up beneath her and she fell into space, surrounded by stars and galaxies.
“Planes that only my mind can reach and planes that I cannot comprehend… The bleakness from which creation originated…” She murmured as her bra and panties slowly slipped off her body and transformed into gas.
“The limits of what I can understand, the edge of my mind… The edge of the universe…” She whispered, closing her eyes and allowing her brain to delve further into the dream.
Taking a deep breath, Kelly felt no fear or shock as cells began to bud off her. At first they were no more than the usual dead skin cells, but in seconds, entire layers of skin were flaking off, revealing the muscles and veins beneath. As if being eaten by acid, all the veins began to corrode, their cells being jettisoned off like the escape pods of a space ship. In a silent splatter, her veins all popped, emptying her blood into space. With the biological cloud expanding, her muscles became the next material to fall apart, followed by her organs, and at last, her skeleton.
Moving quickly, her cells spread out in all directions, flying off through space. Each cell, intact and immune to damage, contained all of her senses and was linked to the rest in one great hive mind. Kelly could feel them all, as if they were billions of tiny hands with eyes in the palms, letting her see and touch everything. And yet, there was no brain or top cell for the information to be received. It felt like she experienced everything through each cell all at once.
Her cells continued to spread out, some picking up speed and others slowing down. Time passed, Kelly didn’t know how long, it barely felt like an hour to her. But regardless of time or the elements, her cells survived the wraths of space, being sucked into black holes, landing on planets and asteroids, getting caught in space storms and gas giants, or just flying off into the darkest corners of the cosmos, never to see or be seen again. Over the course of what felt like barely a couple of hours but were really several billion years, Kelly’s cells were stretched across the entire universe like a 3D minefield, her existence spread out across the entirety of the universe.
But… it was too great. She could see from each and every one of her cells, but it was like she couldn’t communicate with them. Whenever she focused her attention on one, she would completely forget about what she saw with the others. She would look through one, find she couldn’t contact the one closest to it, and completely forget about everything she had seen in the first. It was like each and every time she applied the tiniest amount of focus or attention, her memory completely slipped, like a goldfish swimming in circles because the bowl seemed completely new to it with each lap.
But there was more, she new there was more to see. She had to go beyond the horizon, go beyond the edge of the universe. She willed herself to go further, expand her parameters to new sizes. Her cells continued to fly out in all directions, approaching the very rim of the universe. But the farther they flew, the foggier their vision came. Each one was essentially failing like a broken security camera, but she couldn’t stop, she had to see more! She was so close, she had just about reached the edge of the universe. Finally, she broke through into the realm of Nonexistence,
Suddenly, her universe began to condense, closing in on itself, being devoured by true Nonexistence. Kelly’s cells were all being pushed back into the universe, watching as the colorless Nonexistence washed over the universe like a tsunami. It was all shrinking, the universe collapsing to half its size, then a quarter, the size of a galaxy, a nebula, a black hole, a star, a planet, a house. Pushed back to the point from which she originated, Kelly was forcefully reformed by the pressure of Nonexistence, before it finally devoured her.
SNAP!
Kelly bolted up with such intensity that she basically jumped out of bed and landed on the floor, gasping like someone had just tried to drown her. Never in her life, even with Jack, had any dream been that vivid or realistic. Had she inadvertently scratched the surface of the Self? Is this what it was capable of?!

Tyler knew this was a dream, but he still felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from the rage boiling in his veins. He was in the parking lot of the local movie theater, behind the building and in a dark corner. it was late at night, and in front of him, not two feet away were his thirteen year-old self, his naked sister, and the two men raping her while the third guy kept Tyler pinned down. Both Tyler and Elsa had been bound and gagged with duct tape so that they couldn’t fight back or call for help, but that didn’t keep them from getting beaten and roughed up.
Tyler had suffered this dream over a thousand times, but he could never get over it. Only through repeating what Jack had taught him did he maintain his cool and keep from falling apart. But this time, what was hurting him the most was the fact that he was still having the dream. He thought he had come to terms with his sister’s death, he thought the dreams would stop after Jack’s mom’s funeral, and yet he still had to endure this nightmare. He knew what was going to happen, it had been burned in his mind, yet he couldn’t look away. He watched as one of the men taking turns with his sister pulled her up onto her hands and knees, smacked her ass, and the inserted herself into her anus. She cried until tears were streaming down her face from the sodomy, having never experienced it before and received no warning. While she was anally raped, the other two men switched places, giving Tyler a new captor while the one who had been standing on top of him moved in front of his sister, pulled out his dick, and started jacking off. It didn’t take long, he showed no hesitation in ejaculating right on her face at pointblank range.
After several minutes, the man raping her pulled out with a long string of semen leading from Elsa’s bleeding asshole to the head of his cock.
“Alright, I’m done, let’s get out of here.” He said, pulling out a knife and proceeding to stab both Elsa and Tyler in the chest.
Tyler winced and put his hand on his side, feeling like the blade had just entered him for real all over again. With the young Tyler and his sister Elsa lying on the cold pavement, their blood pooling beneath them and blending together, the thugs grabbed the money they had stolen and began to run off. However, after only taking a few steps, they stopped dead in their tracks, time having completely stopped. This always happened, this was the point where his memories stopped. Whether he blacked out or just repressed it, he had no idea.
He turned back to his past self and Else and felt his jaw drop. The two of them, together in that one small space in the parking lot, was the only area in which time was still moving. Elsa, scrapping her naked body on the cold hard pavement and gushing blood, wiggled over to her younger brother. The young Tyler, on the verge of passing out, began to feel his eyes drooping. The present Tyler looked around, seeing the dream being consumed by darkness and reaching the end of his memory. No, he had to see the rest! Tyler crouched down, watching Elsa scrape her face against the ground until her lips and nose were bleeding profusely, but succeeded in pulling the duct tape off her mouth.
At that moment, everything became dark, the young Tyler having closed his eyes and ended the visual component.
“No! NOOOO!” Tyler screamed.
“Tyler…” He heard. It was his sister’s voice, Elsa’s! His eyes had closed but he hadn’t lost consciousness yet. There was more to the memory!
“Elsa!” He cried out with tears running down his face.
“I’m sorry Tyler, I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry your special night got ruined. I know you’re hurt, but I also know that you’ll survive. So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy. I love you Ty, and happy birthday.” He heard his sister murmur in the darkness.
Falling to his knees, Tyler sobbed uncontrollably, not even noticing as the scene returned to its original frozen moment. Looking back at the three criminals, he finally understood. This was the last time he would ever have this dream, it hadn’t come back to haunt him from the past, but to make sure he understood everything before moving onwards into the future. He had finally heard his sister’s dying message, the last chapter in the story, telling him how to live his life. He finally knew what he had to do.
“Chesed, Sephirot of loving kindness.” He said to himself.
‘So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy.’ He thought to himself. He then turned to the three frozen figures, caught in mid-sprint. He knew what he had to do from now on, and he had to start with them.
“I forgive you.” He said softly.

Victoria was walking down the street of Portland, breathing into her hands to keep her fingers warm. The sidewalk was unusually packed and the sounds of traffic were practically overpowering on this day. It was freezing outside with a bitter sea breeze rushing between the buildings. About to press the button on a street lamp at an intersection, Victoria and everyone else in the city was nearly blinded by a bright light in the sky. Looking up while trying to shield her eyes, Victoria gazed in amazement at the object falling down from the heavens. It looked like the Tree of Life, but almost in the form of a neon sign that was several miles in diameter. Among them, the Malkuth and Yesod Sephirots were on fire.
Piercing layer after layer of the earth’s atmosphere, the tree rapidly heated the air around it and in Portland, so much so that buildings and people began to catch fire. Crashing into the sea, the Tree of Life created another blinding flash, similar to a nuclear explosion, and summoned a mushroom cloud of water that reached all the way up into space. Simultaneously, a molecule-shattering shockwave and deluge of fire washed over Portland. With nothing to shield herself with but her own arms, Victoria had no way to prevent her own body from being reduced to ashes.
Moving at speeds that made sound look like a mentally challenged slug, the incinerating pulse spread out in all directions, obscuring the northern Atlantic, eastern Canada, and New England. It continued to expand, quickly consuming the hemisphere, and then the whole planet. Anything standing was instantly shattered like a sugar cube and anything flammable was completely incinerated in less than a second. With fire raining down from the sky and the lakes boiling, earth looked more like hell, completely devoid of life in only minutes.
Victoria’s eyes bolted open and she looked around wildly, finding that she was floating in space. With her was the entirety of earth’s population, not just humans but all life, including animals, plants, insects, and even germs. Everyone was naked, but lucky for Victoria, she was the only conscious one, save for Kelly. The dream-Kelly was floating in front of her, wearing the same smile that Jack always wore.
“What, you turned into Kelly and now you’re visiting me? I thought you were leaving all of us alone tonight.” She said, still angry with Jack.
“Actually, for once, I’m not Jack. I’m your subconscious, which you thought was your dream-Jack the whole time. Jack did tell you that contact with the Self was the source of all philosophy.” Said Kelly.
“Well what was all that just now?” Victoria asked.
“That is your mind processing the information of two of the Sephirot and turning them into a similar image. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. I’m here to teach you what you already know, using information that Jack has already told us, mixed with your own philosophical knowledge.
Quite simply, all this is the result of death, allowing all life on earth to return to what it once was: matter and energy. Though technically, it never really was anything but that.”
“Ok, so what does this have to do with anything?” Victoria asked impatiently.
“It is meant to show you that regardless of the species, all life is life. We are all made from the same matter and energy, the same atoms forged in the stars and the same power born from the birth of the universe. Regardless of different thoughts, opinions, ideas, beliefs, genders, ethnicities, and even species, we are all exactly the same, all part of the super organism known as Life. Think of how close you are with someone if you are able accept their blood transfusion. Now realize that everyone is made of and can exchange the same biomass, as long as the pieces are small enough.” Kelly said. She then floated forward and placed her hand on Victoria’s chest, causing her to shiver and blush.
“What are you doing?” Victoria asked, looking away.
“Showing you how close we really are.” Kelly said before leaning forward.
In the skin in her hand and the skin on Victoria’s chest, the cells began to break down into the pure molecular components. DNA chains were reformed and connected with each other, linking Victoria and the Kelly at the biological level. Victoria trembled and panted as Kelly’s hand completely merged with her chest, entering her torso cavity as a splash of primordial ooze. The flesh on Victoria’s back began to rise up, being shaped into fingers with the DNA inside turning back to the original Kelly’s.
Kelly pressed forward, inserting her whole arm into Victoria’s chest, with her flesh, blood, and bone becoming Victoria’s, before reforming from her back from Victoria’s own flesh, blood, and bone. Kelly continued to lean forward, interlacing her long smooth legs with Victoria’s before they melted together. Victoria panted and shook as she felt her breasts and pussy being touched by Kelly’s. She knew this was a dream, she knew that this wasn’t some trick by Jack or the real Kelly (that being impossible), but she had never touched another women like this. Kelly’s breasts felt so soft and warm against hers, their nipples practically fencing before merging together like water’s reflection and the person that the reflection showed as they dove in. For only a few seconds, Victoria could feel her own pussy against Kelly’s, the two pairs of lips kissing sensually and gently before they too formed.
With a soft smile on her face, Kelly closed the gap between her and Victoria and kissed her, inserting her tongue into Victoria’s mouth and filling it with her own flavor. Victoria struggled to describe the taste of another woman, it was so sweet and wet, like hot tea with extra sugar. Then, Victoria and Kelly fully joined together, their bodies becoming one large human-shaped blob of living flesh, with the DNA of the two women unwinding and reforming to a new level of compromise, joining together like grasping hands. Even their bones were basically turning into neutral biomass, as the core of their shared bodies just became a well of primordial ooze, a concoction of biological information and chemical materials.
The two women joined together completely, neither one of them could breathe, but they didn’t need to. Every cell was basically breaking down into proteins and molecules, simplifying to the point where oxygen was no longer required. And yet, each particle could be felt as if the nervous system was still fully operational. Their heads completely merged, Victoria could feel their brains became one, the DNA shuffling but the matter remaining the same. With neural networks being completely rewired and formed for the brief merging process, it was like Kelly’s mind was pouring into her own. She could feel their personalities joining, see her memories (well to be clear, the memories she was projecting onto the Kelly), and feel her own identity melting.
Finally, like one light beam passing through another, Kelly’s face began to form in the back of Victoria’s head, leaning out as their bodies began to separate one again. Her limbs broke free of Victoria’s, her breasts reforming as their torsos differentiated, and at last, Kelly stepped out of Victoria, the two women separate once again with their DNA back to their original forms. Victoria was practically going into shock, unable to process what had just happened. It felt almost like dying, her mind losing sense of what it was and unable to connect to the rest of the body, and yet, it also felt like rebirth, like her mind was re-entering the real world as it became one with Kelly’s. It was terrifying and yet euphoric.
“As Jack always said, the only real differences are the ones we create ourselves. At our core, we are all exactly the same, each a cell in the one organism known as life. You could go through that same process with an animal or plant, your biological identity being lost as it merged with that of the other organism. Watch.” Kelly said.
Around her, all of the people and organisms that had died in the first stage of the dream began to fly through space to a single point, as if drawn in by a black hole. Bodies slammed into each other and melted together, becoming a great mass of human flesh. Then, animals began to join in, further melting the biological identity of the mass as they became one with it and the entire system compromised to their DNA. The animals were followed by plant life, with trees, weeds, flowers, and grass crashing against the small moon of biomass and becoming one with it. By the time all the insects and germs had joined with it, the living sphere was the size of earth’s moon, completely anatomically neutral, the sum of all life born into one single organism.
“Should I take the rest of the life in the universe and add them? The aliens from across the galaxy? I’m sure you know now that they would become one with all other life without any other problems.”
“Oh my god.” Victoria gasped.
She could then feel herself being pulled forward, drawn to the living sphere as if by gravity. But after merging with Kelly, she no longer felt any fear. Completely calm, she let her body crash into the surface, being absorbed on contact without any sort of impact. As if sinking in acid, Victoria could feel her body being dismantled as she sank deeper and deeper into the mass, and yet it was completely painless. Instead, she felt like her body was almost growing, picking up the sensory information from the sea of biomass around her. The deeper and deeper she was pulled in, the more of her cells were pulled away. Finally, reaching the core, Victoria’s mind basically melted, being replaced with the collective hive mind of the entire organism.
She didn’t know where she ended and everything else began, she didn’t even know who she was. There was too much information floating around and through her to keep her identity. It felt… so good. It felt like all of her problems and conflicts were disappearing, being dematerialized as she became one with all life of earth. Her identity was gone, now filled only with the pleasure of being a part of everything.
SPLAT!
In one great explosion, the moon ruptured and sprayed biomass in all directions like a colossal pain balloon. Cells were jettisoned in all directions, each one falling apart and crumbling into its atomic components. Gasping for air and feeling like her mind had just gone through a blender, Victoria was tossed aside, back in her original body. She looked around wildly, hovering in space with Kelly still with her.
“What the hell? What happened?” She asked, looking around but seeing only stars and galaxies.
“The sphere is still what it was, only in one of its simplest forms. You’re still in it, but not in the way you think. While you can’t exactly see each one individually, you are floating in a sea of atoms. Each atom around you was in the biomass moon, and around us, undetectable by your human senses, is the energy that flowed through it and all life on earth. In essence, this is what all life is: atoms and energy joined together in a specific way. Even between life and inanimate matter, there is no real difference, save for what shape it’s in. It’s just like what Jack said at his mom’s funeral. If you want, the sphere can be reformed, or you as well can be turned into pure atoms and energy.” Kelly explained. Victoria took a deep breath.
“So what now?” She asked.
“Now you have to understand. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. You now understand through Malkuth that life and death are one in the same, that our form and shape is the only difference between our living cells and the earth beneath our feet. The mind and the physical world are one in the same. And through Yesod, you know that your Self and your Superego are your identity and how you differentiate yourself from all matter and energy around you. It is the source of your natural definition of what the difference between life and death are, it’s what let’s you feel emotions and draw meaning from the physical world.” Said Kelly.
“Alright, I understand.” Victoria said, taking another deep breath.
“Do you? Because if you do, then you won’t feel any discomfort from this…” Kelly said as she floated over to Victoria.
Her hand on the back of Victoria’s head, Kelly brought their lips together and kissed her, softly at first but then with more passion. For the first second, Victoria was numb to the feeling of the soft feminine lips against her own, but in a flurry, waves of pleasure shot through her whole body. Kelly tasted so sweet, so unique from Jack, so deliciously different. Victoria had never been with a woman before or even thought of one, but now with Kelly… she suddenly didn’t care. Sexuality no longer meant anything, preference had no worth now that she knew the truth about all life. All that mattered right now was pleasure, and feeling as good as she could while exploring the body before her.
Victoria wrapped her arms around Kelly and the two women’s bodies became interlaced, trying to create as much surface contact as possible while they both began to suck on each other’s tongues. To Victoria, it almost felt like she was kissing herself, like she was locking lips with a clone of herself that had a different appearance. All life is one in the same, the only individuals are those who want to be individuals, all bodies are fundamentally compatible at the biological level, and all that mattered was the preference of the person. After everything she had seen and experienced in this dream, Victoria couldn’t care less about the gender who she was with, as long as they were someone she cared about. A body was a body, what mattered was the mind inside of it, and even though she only felt love for Jack, this new experience of being with a woman was driving her wild with lust.
As she resigned herself to what was about to happen, she felt a surface against her back and gravity take affect on her. She was lying on an invisible floor, which immediately told her what was going to happen. Kelly ended their kiss and began to run her tongue across Victoria’s cheek and down her neck. Even if it was a dream, Victoria could not even begin to describe the feeling of a woman’s tongue on her naked body, so soft and delicate. Compared to Jack, who was as gentle and loving as she could ever want, Kelly was just so femininely sweet. Victoria gave a soft coo as she felt Kelly begin to massage her breasts with her hands, giggling and covering them with soft kisses.
As Kelly wrapped her lips around Victoria’s left nipple and began sucking it lovingly, Victoria looked down and they made eye contact, the two of them smiling. Kelly moved back and forth, licking Victoria’s breasts like they were two mounds of ice cream. She then moved down, running her tongue down Victoria’s flat belly. With a girlish laugh, Kelly began petting Victoria’s wet pussy, teasing her and licking her lips before finally coming down and flitting her tongue up the middle of the entrance. Feeling a woman touch her most precious and sensitive spot, regardless of how gently, made Victoria give a soft whine and blush. Lying on her stomach on the invisible ground with Victoria’s thighs against her ears, Kelly began sensually running her tongue through Victoria’s cunt, licking up her juices and energizing every nerve in her body.
“Oh god, that feels so good!” Victoria whimpered as she ran her fingers through Kelly’s hair. She then yelped as she felt Kelly insert her thumb into her anus.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” Kelly purred, working her thumb back and forth in Victoria’s tight asshole.
She continued eating Kelly out, sending her tongue as far up into Victoria as possible while working her lips against the entrance. Victoria’s face was bright red and it almost looked like she was crying in joy, writhing with each flick of Kelly’s tongue and squeezing her large breasts for added stimulation. As Victoria approached her first orgasm, Kelly suddenly stopped, nearly causing Victoria to beg and plead for more.
Getting up on her knees, Kelly wrapped her arms around Victoria’s legs and lifted up her lower body so that her ass was in the air. With a giggle, Kelly ran her tongue around Victoria’s asshole, teasing her and causing her to whimper from the new ticklish sensation. Reaching up, Victoria started fingering herself frantically, her hand barely an inch from Kelly’s face as she gave Victoria her first rimjob. Taking it even further, she spread open Victoria’s ass cheeks and spat down into the darkness of her asshole, nearly making her cum from the visual feeling of having Kelly’s saliva so deep inside her. Holding her willing recipient open, Kelly inserted her tongue into Victoria’s anus, using it to try and sodomize her while Victoria fingered herself into her first orgasm.
Without a doubt, it was one of the greatest climaxes of her life, with her hand basically a blur as she came so hard that pussy juice actually splashed out from her slit and soaked her face. With Victoria taken care of, Kelly moved aside and got on all fours, shaking her ass at Victoria.
“Come on baby, you know you want to…” She purred.
Like a crackhead spotting from cocaine on the floor, Victoria crawled over with her whole body twitching and buried he face in Kelly’s pussy, licking it like there was a gun to her head. Both women began to moan in happiness, Kelly moaning to fit the situation of the dream, and Victoria moaning from the delicious taste of Kelly’s snatch and the erotic realization of what she was doing. For years, Victoria had wished she could lick her own pussy, dreaming of the pleasure it would bring, but here and now, her subconscious flashed with the discovery and acceptance that what she had really wanted was to experiment with a woman. With this knowledge, she doubled her efforts, gorging herself on Kelly’s sweet cunt with undeniable aggression, as if trying to force herself inside of her.
Before long, she could feel Kelly beginning to tremble. She knew what it meant, she knew it all to well. But instead of continuing what she was doing, she stopped and moved upward, working her tongue into Kelly’s asshole while fingering her cunt. Kelly moaned in euphoria as Victoria expected and even began shaking her rear so that her young soft ass cheeks would jiggle against Victoria’s face.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Kelly shrieked with Victoria ass-fucking her with her tongue. After soaking Victoria’s hand with her juices, Kelly rolled onto her back.
“Come on baby, get on top of me.” She instructed.
Knowing exactly what she meant, Victoria turned around and moved on top of her in the 69-position. She lowered herself down, burying her face in Kelly’s cunt while setting her ass down on her partner’s face. Getting to both taste Kelly’s pussy while getting her own pussy licked, Victoria was in complete nirvana, unable to voice the sheer amount of sensual pleasure was experiencing with her body interlocked with Kelly’s. Her body instead spoke for her, giving her another orgasm, which Kelly matched in timing and intensity. Drinking up each other’s juices desperately, the two women waited until they had stopped shaking before separating.
“So, have you changed your mind?” Kelly panted.
“Definitely.”

“In order to discover the Self, you must realize your place in the universe and solidify your self-value. You must realize that while we are all individuals in a sense, we are all exactly the same in the grander scheme. The only true differences are the ones we create ourselves, while in reality, we are all made of the same atoms, molecules, and energy. Our DNA may be different and we may have different thoughts, but that only shows that the pieces that built us all don’t always go together in the exact same way, especially in the mind. Let’s say you took DNA out of the question and compared any two humans. Other than perhaps differences in how they are built in terms of bulk and size, the only conceivable difference between them is how their minds work via neural pathways and component affiliation. Even between genders, there is no difference.
If I wanted to, I could complete change each of you into someone else, including each other. Which woman would Tyler become and which woman would become a man, oh it makes me laugh just think about it.” Said Jack. Tyler and the two girls laughed nervously, knowing that he really could do it.
“I don’t just mean rearranging atoms either, your DNA contains all the information for humans in general. While it may require a Y chromosome from a sperm to fertilize an egg and create a male human, the DNA in every woman contains the biological information on how to create a child of the opposite gender. And that’s not all, all organisms stem from the primordial laws of anatomy, and each and every organism carries those primordial laws. Plants use photosynthesis and animals use cellular respiration, but if you had the ability, you could without a problem take the genetic information from either and turn them into the other. As long as the atoms are there and you can manipulate them, you can turn anything into anything.
However, if you go even deeper, you realize that we are actually no different from non-living matter as well. Take any object in my room, or even your own clothes, just pick something. You and whatever object you picked share the same principals of containing matter, energy, and chemical reactions. Even a cold stone has energy passing through it and molecules breaking and forming within it. You may be thinking to yourself that this is a load of bullshit (pardon my French), but you are each no different than whatever object you chose.
While the atoms, amount of energy, and number of chemical reactions may be different, all matter is the same. It all depends on how it is put together. Tell me, what is the difference between a dead body and a living one? At the atomic level, none. In terms of energy, great. Cellular condition and health? Well that depends on reason of death and how long ago death occurs. Imagine a human dying, not from any illness, accident, or even age. Just imagine life leaves him like a dead battery, and for the sake of the metaphor, his cells remain in perfect condition. Do you know the only difference between you and that body? Nothing more than the amount of energy you contain and it contains. Hell, since the cells are still intact, you could bring him back to life with a jumpstart.
In essence, the only difference between you and any dead body is the amount of energy you each have and the condition of the cells if you want to be nitpicky. That’s it. It still has matter like you, it still has chemical reactions like you, and it still has energy like you, albeit a lower amount. There is nothing different between you two, and since there is no difference between a dead body and inanimate matter, there is no real difference between life and inanimate matter.” Explained Jack.
“So how does that tie in to self-worth?” Kelly asked.
“If you see yourself as exactly like everything else, then you see yourself as an equal part of the universe. Instead of thinking that you’re a person on the only known planet that can support life, you realize that you are a conglomerate of atoms and energy, held in the gravitational pull of another conglomerate of atoms, orbiting a nuclear fusion conglomerate of atoms in the universe. You see yourself not as an organism on the dry earth, but as a drop of water, more energetic than the dry earth but made of atoms just like it.
The next time you go out and maybe glance up at the moon, I want you to realize that the difference between you and it is little more than how you are both built and how far apart you are. If your ever bored, reach out and touch the nearest object. Try to visualize the atoms in your body coming into to contact with the atoms in that object, the energy swirling around within it and you, and realize that you are nothing more a bigger copy of that with more atoms and different chemical reactions.” Said Jack.
He then paused, letting the words sink in to everyone’s mind. Mulling over everything he had told them, Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly looked around the room and the floor, doing what he said and visualizing the atoms and energy. In their eyes, he could see that they knew he was right. He could see that they were realizing how matter and energy were the only changes.
“Once you realize this, then you will see pain in a whole new way. You will realize that what you feel as pain is nothing more than chemical reactions in your body, reacting to other chemical reactions or physical collisions. At which point, the value and meaning of that pain becomes up to you. Imagine someone plays a prank on you, humiliates you in front of the whole school with everyone pointing and laughing at you. Unless their prank involved physically harming you, your only pain comes from the value you place on the prankster’s intentions and the laughing of everyone. They cannot force this pain on it, you can only choose to let it happen. If you can see beyond the social meaning implied in the ramifications of that prank, if you can see the insignificance of something as insipid as the opinions of the people laughing at you, and if you can look at yourself and realize that since you are not hurt, there is no reason to be upset, then you realize that you have achieved complete self-reliance.
Victoria, Kelly, I told this story to Tyler, I think this will help you understand what I am saying. Back in my old school, there was a girl I knew, one who I had taught to discover the Self. Unfortunately, she became the victim of a sexual assault. However, in no way did it affect her because she didn’t let it affect her. To understand why, let’s take a look at the reasons of why sexual assault normally hurts people.
1. There is the physical damage. She had her virginity taken away, but to her, it did not matter, because that didn’t mean she couldn’t still know the feeling of making love to someone for the first time in her life. Any other scars would inevitably heal.
2. There is the loss of power, the loss of the ability to choose who touches you in that way, when a woman is normally very selective in who she allows to establish that bond. She said that she didn’t mind, because nothing he could do could hurt her mind, only her body, and I’ve already explained the meaning of that. That man could penetrate and violate her body, but no one could penetrate or violate her mind, and that is the one place where she would always have control and the only place she needed control.
3. The issue of sex itself. Let’s face it, we learn more from the faceless media and society about sex than from our parents when they give us “the talk”. But ladies, try to imagine that you knew nothing about sex, rape, or sexuality. You’re basically one of those feral children that you hear about in India. Now imagine that a stranger sexually assaults you. You have no idea what is so you don’t fight back, so he in turn isn’t rough or cruel. Do you think that you would feel the same pain and fear as a woman who has grown up in modern society? At most, you would be wondering what the hell he was doing and what that sensation was.
Before you start thinking I’m full of shit, you can see this affect in animals. Have you ever seen a female dog freak out and have a psychological break-down if she get’s mounted by a strange dog in the park? It knows nothing about what it means to be raped, only of its instincts to mate and reproduce. You’ll see this throughout the animal kingdom, females are really only picky about finding the best member of the opposite gender to give it the healthiest offspring. The rest of the time, a female will basically just stand there and smell the roses, barely even registering it.
If you can see your body in an instrumental way and look at intercourse in the same way an animal does, then you see that the pain of sexual assault comes from the victim’s perception of the act. My friend was able to see it as some damage to her body, nothing more. Though whenever I have this conversation, I like to remind who I’m talking to that I am strongly against sexual assault and do not make light of the damage it can cause.” He elaborated.
Victoria and Kelly were both silent, incorporating what he had said into their minds. Hearing it, they almost felt safe, like Jack had just given them a special defense against sexual assault should they ever become a victim. They almost felt like should such a thing ever happen to them, they would be able to retain control and would have a safety net, protecting them from the worst aspects of the assault.
“If you can learn to see the world from this view, then you can live a life without anger or grudges. You see that a materialistic life means nothing since the value of objects come from you, and if you can look beyond pain and no longer be negatively affected by others, then you can learn to forgive in just about any situation. You can forgive someone who burns down your house, since you don’t need material possessions. You can forgive someone who kills a member of your family, since you know that death is only an illusion. You can forgive someone who hurts or robs you, because you know that you will recover and that you will get more money if you really need it.
If you can learn to forgive and become immune to the negatives, then you’ll have nothing left but positives. You’ll help everyone because you’ll have no fear of being hurt and you won’t care about the cost. When that terrorist shot me, I held no ill will. I forgave him and worked to help him, and you will with whomever you meet. Happiness comes from the Self, but it also comes from people, so since you have no fear of cost or betrayal and see only the light, your greatest joy becomes making other people happy. You see that since you don’t have to live in a negative world, no one else should have to.
The next time you are driving through the rain and see someone with a flat tire, I hope you’ll stop and help them. So what if it’s raining? You’re body will tell you that it’s wet and probably cold, but that only matters if you mind it. So what if the person you’re helping isn’t very likeable. Maybe your kind act will help them become a better person. What if you are late for an appointment or date? You can always reschedule and only a person who is truly important will understand and won’t mind if you’re late. You’ve learned how to not be unhappy, so do whatever you can to make sure that others aren’t unhappy in your place.
Once you learn how to always be happy, you can do things for others that you didn’t like before and help them become happy. You can work down in a soup kitchen and help others, while being as happy and carefree as if you were at home doing what you would normally doing. I know today I’ve sounded like someone who devalues the human experience, but believe me, I believe the one and only true positive in this universe is the ability to be happy.” Jack said with a cheerful grin.
Everyone smiled at his words, feeling a warmth in their hearts. Right then and there, they knew they would never again be miserable. As long as they had a choice and the knowledge Jack had blessed them with, they could always be happy.
“Now I’m going to cover one more subject and then we’ll have to call it a day. The subject I want to go over ties in with the original topic of self-value, as it deals with the final equalizer in this reality, the equalizer that dictates what reality is: time. I’ve gone over this with Tyler, but you two need to hear it. Everything in the universe is predetermined by time, with there being one and only one reality. Have you ever been in a situation, where later you wish you had made a different decision or chose a different act? Have you ever blamed yourself for not doing something you were capable of?
In truth, there is no point in being angry with yourself, because what you did was unavoidable. Every event in reality is destined; it is the one and only path that time can take. Imagine you are walking down the street, visualize it. Every step you take has already been preordained by time, including the next one. You raise your foot, lean forward, and are about to touch back down. At this moment, an unlimited number of variables are switching to the points required for your next step. Temperature, air density, stamina, sense of balance, distractions, the ground itself… all are parts of the equation for this step, and every one is exact and unmovable.
Now imagine the step and where you touch down, its exact point on the sidewalk. According to the variables, there was no other place you could have landed. All the variables had lined up for you to step in that exact geographical spot, not a single micrometer out of place. Every single variable guaranteed it at that instant, it’s not like all the variables said your foot would land there but the variable for your sense of direction said you would momentarily lose balance and step an inch short. Every variable lines up exactly to create one single reality without any other possibilities.
Everything you do, think, feel, and say has been predetermined by fate. This conversation was guaranteed, the way you are sitting was guaranteed, the way you are breathing while you listen to me was guaranteed, and every decision you make about it is guaranteed as well. However, like I said, every single variable has to line up, and this includes decision-making. Every event happens because the variables allow that one path of time to exist, and like it, every decision you make is only possible because you have the ability to make it.
Imagine you have to make a very important decision, one which requires you know all the facts and understand the consequences of your choice. That said, time cannot make you give a well-informed decision without knowing the facts, understanding the consequences, and being capable of making that decision. No event can take place without the setting just right, and no decision can be made unless you have the ability to make a decision. Just as a worst case scenario cannot happen without the setting supporting it, you cannot make a smart choice unless you yourself are smart enough to make it. Even if your decision is just a guess, you are only able to make that guess because you have the mental prowess required to make it.
And with that, we’ll call it a day. Now just like yesterday, your assignment is to mull over everything I’ve told you and incorporate it into your own minds. This information is useless unless you choose to let it impact you. Like they say, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” Jack said.
Feeling like their minds were about to burst from the massive psychological injection, Victoria, Tyler and Kelly all gave sighs of relief and joy while they stood up and stretched.
“By the way Jack, I have football practice tomorrow. Is it ok if I come later for tomorrow’s lesson?” Tyler asked.
“Of course, have fun!” Jack said with his usual carefree smile.
“I guess that means me, Kelly, and Jack will be spending some quality time together.” Victoria said, looking right into Kelly’s eyes with the smallest of smiles. Kelly’s eyes widened, almost as a nonverbal way to question if Victoria meant what she thought she meant, and with a tiny nod, she confirmed it and Kelly lit up like a Christmas tree.

It was a warm morning, at least slightly, warm enough to turn the would-be snow storm into a torrential downpour. Wet, freezing, and probably guaranteeing a cold, Tyler twisted the bolts of his spare tire onto the axle of the motorist’s truck, since she didn’t have one. He was more than twenty minutes late for class and uncomfortable in his wet clothes, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. His body could handle it, one late class wouldn’t kill him, and he could always just get another spare. Humming the song that had been playing on his alarm clock radio, he tightened all the bolts and then put his jack and tire iron back into the cab of his truck.
“I borrow my husband’s truck one time and I pop a tire, just my luck. I can’t thank you enough, please, take this for the tire. It’s the least I can do.” The woman said, clutching an umbrella and holding out all the money from her wallet.
“Don’t worry about it, consider it a freebie.” Tyler replied.
“Please, I can’t get a tire donated and changed in the rain by someone without giving them something. Please let me make up to you.” She insisted.
“If you want to make it up to me, don’t let this ruin your day.” He said cheerfully before climbing back into his truck and driving off without a care in the world.

“Watch it whore!” A student said as Kelly bumped into him in the hall and knocked his phone out of his hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said, picking it up for him. Noting the scratch on the screen, the punk uttered a loud curse.
“Goddamn it, shouldn’t you be off sucking from freshman dick?” He accused. Instead of feeling anger or shame, Kelly just smiled.
“I don’t do that anymore. Sorry about the phone.” She said.

Victoria yelped as the cup of hot coffee splashed across her chest and soaked her favorite blouse, turning the radiant sky blue into sickly brownish-purple. It took her everyone in the cafeteria only a second to conclude that the huge stain would never come out.
“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry Victoria!” Her friend exclaimed.
“Relax, no harm done.” Victoria said.
“Oh come on, everyone knows this shirt is your favorite.” She said sheepishly.
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to find a new favorite. Here, sorry about the coffee.” Victoria said with a smile while handing her friend a few dollars to get another drink. In the corner, sitting at his usual table, Jack looked up over his book of poetry and smiled with pride.

“Ok, so just to make sure, this is a one-time thing.” Victoria established, standing with Kelly and Jack in his room, all three nervous.
“Agreed.” Jack and Kelly said.
“And this is YOUR one time, no more women after this but me.” Victoria said, pointing at Jack.
“Yes dear.” He said sarcastically.
“Have you ever been with a women?” Kelly asked.
“No, but I’m always open to new things. You?”
“Plenty of times. Don’t worry, it’s fun.” She said with a smile.
“Alright, here goes nothing.” Victoria said, walking over and planting a kiss on Kelly.
Jack watched with a raised eyebrow and an erect dick as the two women stood like statues, their lips pressed together and unmoving. After several seconds, they separated, stared into each other’s eyes, and started kissing again, this time with more passion and tongue. Immediately, they began feeling each other up and panting heavily as they kissed over and over again, sucking on each other’s tongues while fireworks went off in their heads. For Victoria, the feeling, taste, and acknowledgment of being with another woman was even greater than in her dream, since this Kelly was real, and for Kelly, the same unique kinky arousal experienced when kissing another girl was flaring back up.
Jack took a step forward and wrapped his arms around them, reminding them that he was still there. Victoria ended her kiss with Kelly and then began kissing Jack while the former began undressing. Once Kelly was naked, she pressed herself against Victoria and took her place kissing Jack, letting Victoria get undressed. Pressing herself against Jack and Kelly, Victoria joined in and added her lips to the fray. The three-way kiss ended after several seconds and the two women climbed up onto Jack’s fold-out bed. While Jack undressed, Victoria and Kelly explored each other’s bodies with their hands, giggling and relishing the softness of each other’s skin.
All three now completely nude, Jack climbed onto the bed with them, immediately moving over to Victoria. Setting his head between her legs, he began to hungrily lick her cunt, slurping up the juices already dripping from between her legs. While Jack ate out Victoria, Kelly got on top of her, straddling her face. Without any hesitation or sign of discomfort, Victoria sent her tongue up into Kelly while working her lips against the entrance, causing the young woman to begin whimpering in bliss. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had gone down on her, and now that she was a virgin with an untrained body, every lick from Victoria’s tongue was as potent as during her first time. For Victoria, just the fact that she was having her face sat on by another woman was practically orgasmic. She felt so kinky, so naughty, and yet she wanted more.
Grabbing Kelly’s hips, she moved her forward on her face. Knowing what Victoria was doing, Kelly smiled and got up on her hands and knees in a crabwalk with Victoria’s face kept buried in her young tight ass.
“Damn, you’re kinkier than I thought!” Kelly said, feeling Victoria’s tongue penetrating her asshole like a power drill.
With Victoria now wet and loose, Jack got up and brought himself up to her level. Without his hands, he pushed his manhood deep into her slit and began fucking her. With short fast strokes, he worked himself through her cunt with only his lower body, keeping his upper body stationary so that he could lick Kelly’s sweet snatch. With a tongue in her ass and a tongue in her cunt, Kelly was whining in happiness, desperate and wishing for Jack to start fucking her. Victoria, feeling Jack’s manhood slam her interior like a machine while she licked every corner of Kelly’s tight asshole, was on cloud nine and at the peak of her euphoric potential. But like all good things, the position had to change.
After a minute of fucking Victoria, Jack finally sat back up and pulled out of her. Quick on the scene, Kelly basically pounced on him and hungrily took his cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of Victoria’s pussy juice and relishing the feeling of his member on her tongue.
“I’m ready Jack, you gave me my virginity, so you should be the one to take it.” She murmured, laying back and spreading her legs.
With a kind smile, Jack climbed on top of her and Victoria backed off, patiently letting Kelly have her turn. With Victoria running her tongue through his mouth, Jack slowly entered her, spreading the lips of her pussy with his cock and moving in centimeter by centimeter. Even though she had been fucked hundreds of times, the feeling of penetration was completely new to Kelly’s healed body, and she unknowingly dug her nails into Jack’s back as he reached her hymen. Without ending their kiss, Kelly nodded and Jack obeyed, pushing all the way in and deflowering her.
With formerly virgin blood streaming from her torn hymen for the second time in her life, Kelly moaned happily and Jack worked up to his usual rhythm, quickly forcing her to spread her legs and raise them as he pumped her snatch like a hammering piston. Victoria watched the two of them while chewing on her lip and working her fingers between her legs, wishing she could have her turn again. By now, Kelly’s feet were up in the air and Jack was working her with all of his strength, waiting for her to give that key moan.
Finally hearing it, Jack gave ten more powerful thrusts, delivering her to her first orgasm. With Kelly as limp as a ragdoll, Jack sat up to catch his breath. Quickly, Victoria climbed up onto Kelly to get her turn, shaking her ass at Jack and grinning.
“Come on stud, put it in me. Right here.” She said, spreading her ass cheeks.
Smiling at the honor, Jack leaned forward and first ran kisses across her taut shapely rear, teasing her and using the opportunity to finish catching his breath. Soon ready, Jack got up on his knees and pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole. Leaning forward, he slowly began to enter her, causing Victoria to wince and whine at the strange and almost painful sensation. Moving slowly to spare her as much discomfort as possible, Jack slowly moved forward, millimeter by millimeter. With Jack working himself inside her and stretching her virgin asshole, Victoria was holding onto Kelly tightly for support and Kelly was returning the embrace. With time and patience, Jack eventually worked his entire cock into her and waited for Victoria to stop trembling.
“How are you doing champ?” Kelly asked beneath her while stroking her hair.
“I’m ok.” Victoria said softly.
“How does it feel?” Jack asked while rubbing her shoulders. She looked back at him with a tender smile.
“Fantastic.” She whispered.
“I’m glad. Ok, I’m going to start pulling out. If it starts to hurt, tell me and I’ll stop.” He said, Victoria answering with a simple nod.
Holding onto Victoria’s hips, Jack slowly retracted his phallus, pulling out of her as gently as possible. Feeling the huge mass being removed like a knife from her gut, Victoria gagged and whimpered with Kelly talking her through it. Once he was back far enough so that only the head was inside her, Jack began to push himself back in, this time getting a lot less resistance in terms of tightness and Victoria’s reaction. Time passed, and after a few cycles through her, Jack was finally able to stop slowly entering and retracting and start fucking her.
Leaning forward on his hands, Jack began thrusting into her with his speed slowly building. Quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling, Victoria’s pain was soon replaced with ecstasy. After a couple minutes, she was giving soft moans of pleasure which rose in volume as Jack’s speed increased. Beneath the two of them, Kelly was focusing less on the physical sensations and more on her awareness of what was going on. Knowing that a sexy young woman had her naked body pressed against her own was even better than the sensation itself, and that was really saying something, as the feeling of Victoria’s warm soft breasts against her own was practically orgasmic. But above all, the knowledge that the girl on top of her was getting sodomized for the first time made it incredibly kinky. Every time Victoria moved from one of Jack’s thrusts, it charged up Kelly’s horniness and made her feel like she was getting ass-fucked as well. With no other stimulation, she just focused on the feeling of Victoria’s warm, soft, naked body interlaced with her own and erotic knowledge of Victoria’s first anal pounding.
By now, Jack was moving at top speed, slamming Victoria’s loosened anus with almost brutal power. To Victoria, the feeling of being both sodomized by the man she loved and held by her naked friend was almost too much to describe in terms of the pleasure they were generating. The bed beneath them was jumping on its foundations and creaking like a house on the verge of collapse as Jack hammered Victoria’s asshole like a mallet driving a stake into the ground.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Victoria moaned as her body drowned in its own deluge of happiness.
“I need a break.” Jack panted as he pulled out of her.
“Don’t worry, just lay back and I’ll take care of everything.” Kelly said coyly.
Doing as he was told, Jack lay down on the bed and Kelly moved onto his lap. With lots of courage and years of experience, she grasped his dick and pressed it against her asshole, slowly lowering herself onto it and moaning as it entered her for the “second” first time. Victoria watched her with almost a mix of amazement and adoration, simply impressed with how well she was taking it and completely doing so on her own. Once Jack’s manhood was completely inside her, she began to rock back and forth on him, using the changing angle to control how deep inside her he was. Damn, she really knew what she was doing!
Bouncing on Jack’s cock, Kelly suddenly yelped in surprise as Victoria came up behind her, giggling coyly as she used one hand to fondle Kelly’s modest B-cup breasts and used her other hand to finger her. She even upped the ante by running kisses up Kelly’s neck. With the multi-directional sources of pleasure, it only took Kelly only a minute to have a gushing orgasm. With her ass sore, she dismounted Jack and Victoria quickly went down on him, hungrily sucking his cock and cleaning it of Kelly’s juices. Straddling his lap, she worked his cock into her pussy and began riding him while Kelly sat on his face, letting him gorge himself on her slit and asshole. While the women rode him, they both leaned forward and started kissing and touching each other, even teasing each other by pulling on each other’s nipples.
Once Jack had regained his strength, they switched again, this time with Jack mounting Kelly in the doggy-style position and fucking her pussy while Kelly went down on Victoria, eating her out while she massaged her breasts. Now that they had all gotten accustomed to what they were doing, they began switching more frequently. Taking every position they could, Jack fucked Victoria and Kelly like and animal, while the two women found themselves incapable of going long without pawing at or licking each other. Over and over again Jack would enter one of the women, fuck her with all of this strength, pull out and receive a quick blowjob, then enter the other woman all over again in a different position.
After an unknown amount of time, the three teens were on the bed, Jack lying on his back with Victoria and Kelly sucking him off, taking turns or working simultaneously, often with their lips and tongues stopping to mingle with each other.
“Girls, I can’t hold it back any longer. I’m going to cum.” Jack said softly, completely exhausted.
At his words, both women grabbed his cock and began stroking it quickly, jerking him off with their faces right above it, pressed together with their mouths open. In a huge spraying mess, Jack fired every drop of semen he had like a cum volcano, covering both women’s faces and more than filling their mouths. The two women then finished by licking the semen off each other’s faces and cum-swapping it back and forth, followed by a long French kiss in which they swallowed it all and licked the remains out of each other’s mouths.
Completely exhausted, the three teens laid side by side, once again out of breath.
“You know, I doubt I’ll be able to keep the one-time-only rule.” Victoria said.
“Well I certainly wouldn’t blame you, that was easily the greatest sex I’ve ever had.” Murmured Kelly.
“That truly was very enjoyable.” Jack said happily. At the sound of approaching footsteps, they all looked up as the door opened.
“Hey Jack, hope I’m not to late. Is there still time to…” Tyler said, stepping inside and trailing off inside them.
Everyone was dead silent, Tyler staring at the three naked teens the huge wet mess that they had turned the bed into and Jack, Victoria, and Kelly staring at Tyler and wondering what he was going to say. Finally, Tyler burst into uncontrollable laughter, cackling to the point where he had to hold onto his sides and looked like he was about to fall over.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve been fucking the two of them?! We really are a cult!” He laughed.

It took a while for Tyler to get all the laughs out of him and even longer before he, Victoria, or Kelly could look each other in the eyes. Regardless, they eventually moved on and returned to the lesson.
“Now, since we’re short on time, this lesson is going to be short. Tomorrow, we’ll go over everything and won’t stop until you all discover your Selves. So far, we have mostly talked about humans and their roles in the universe, the universe itself, and perceptions of pain. Now, we continue from yesterday and delve into human relationships and interactions. For this, we will return to the Tree of Life and focus on the Chokhmah Sephirot, the Binah Sephirot, and Da’at Sephirot. As you may recall, Chokhmah is the power of intuitive wisdom and the ability to draw meaning from the abstract and form a solid truth, Binah is the ability to process and learn from what we encounter and form connections between subjects, and Da’at is the balance between them, the ability to understand meaning and create our own.
These three work in human interaction and help unlock the enigmatic quagmire known as the minds of others. In order to understand yourself, you must understand others, and vice versa. The original requirement for understanding is empathy, defined as the ability to feel others’ pain. Through empathy, you can see different paths in life by using other people as test subjects. It lets you see the alternatives to yourself, the paths not taken. By knowing others, you gain a point of reference as to knowing yourself.
Now, if you can gain a mastery of empathy, then you gain the ability to look past almost all conflict. Just about every argument or fight is drawn from a misunderstanding, they are the results of two parties not truly knowing each other. However, if you learn to put yourself entirely in someone else’s shoes, then you become incapable of misunderstanding. I don’t just mean imagining yourself living that person’s life with their problems and opportunities, but being able to replicate their very thought process. If you can see the world exactly as they do, then you gain the ability to solve any problem. You can create the perfect compromise, you know who is right and who is wrong without relying on stereotypes and assumptions, and you know exactly how to defuse them.
When I talked to that terrorist, I put myself in his situation and mindset exactly, and with that information, I knew just what to say to calm him down.
By mastering empathy, you gain the gift of omnipotence. When you put yourself in someone else’s shoes and look at the world exactly as they do, then you can do so with everyone, and can therefor see the entire world and understand all problems. You understand all social dynamics and are able to break down the barriers between your mind and the minds of everyone else. However, it’s not quite that easy. It requires a great deal of skill in being able to read other people and draw forth information from what you see in them. But if you can understand how your brain works, then you can understand how their brains work, and if you can understand how their brains work, then you can understand how your brain works.”
“So basically the Self can be used to replicate the minds of others?” Tyler asked.
“Well I wouldn’t quite say it like that. It’s more like it allows you to connect with others and become one with all of mankind, and from that, you gain complete understanding of who you are. Think of other people as like maps of your brain, each one inaccurate in some way. However, if you take all those maps and figure out which parts are true, then you understand the build of your subconscious. Now, I believe we should call this a day.
Tomorrow, you will all reach the final step and discover your Selves, I promise.” Said Jack.

Jack’s apostles lay in their beds, unable to fall asleep. Their minds were all buzzing, wondering what it would feel like when they discovered their Selves, as well as wondering if it was really going to happen. Jack had guaranteed that they would all succeed tomorrow, but was it really possible for people to have such a drastic metamorphosis in just twenty days? And on Friday, they would get the answers that they had all been waiting for…

“Very good Kelly, it seems my words did have a strong effect.” Jack said with Kelly having just finished retelling her dream on the night of their first lesson. He had asked all three of his students to do so, so help share their knowledge with each other.
“Now before we begin the awakening process, there are two more branches of the Tree of Life we must go over; Netzach and Hod, the most important Sephirots in discovering the Self. These two Sephirots are tightly linked, Netzach dealing with action in the desire to find the Self and Hod with submission in the face of nature. In other words, they are your individuality vs. your self-worth. With Netzach, you are a completely unique person, a living being, a human with his or her own thoughts, ideals, and beliefs. With Hod, it all comes back to how everything is the same, including life and inanimate matter. In essence, Netzach allows you to act while harnessing the Self, and Hod provides the universal view that keeps your mind wide open without any biases or limitations. By devaluing yourself, you become part of a larger and larger group, up until the point where you realize that you are nothing more than matter and energy, which in turn lets you understand the universe.
You must remember these two Sephirots when the process begins: Netzach to keep you from becoming completely submissive to the universe and basically turning into a vegetable, and Hod to remember your place in the universe, remain humble, and know that all is one and one is all. Now for this to work, I need you all to sit as comfortably as possible. Find a position that you can maintain up to the point where you feel like you’ll fall asleep. Close your eyes and try to visualize what I say while remembering everything I have taught you.” Jack said. Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly all did as they were told, getting as comfortable as they could be while sitting on the ground and closing their eyes. When Jack spoke again, he did so softly.
“For now, focus on your breathing and your heart rate. Keep your mind pinned on each breath passing through your lungs. In and out, in and out. Direct your attention to the air moving through your body. In and out, in and out.” He said, waiting for a minute for their brains to all reach a calmed state.
“Imagine yourself sitting on this floor, feel the carpet beneath you, and below that, the hard wood floors. Slowly, you begin to sink into them, the floor beneath you is melting. Further and further you are lowered, the floor basically turning into a net that is now snapping one strand at a time. Finally, the floor breaks, and you fall into darkness. Deeper and deeper you fall, no ground beneath you but no fear in your mind, you simply fall, fall until you lose all track of time.
Now…”

Victoria was hovering above the earth, naked and completely at peace, sitting in the lotus position. Above her, a diagram of the Tree of Life appeared, the size of a lake. From each Sephirot, tendrils of wood began to extend out and merge together, turning into a literal tree of truly gargantuan proportions but barren branches. Becoming as large as the state of California with the diagram glowing in the side of the trunk, the tree reached down with its roots and began to wrap around the earth. Billions upon trillions of times, the roots separated and spread out, each one plugging into an organism on the planet. Piercing the atmosphere and cloud cover, each root came down and injected itself straight into every living thing like a syringe, from the largest whales to the smallest bacteria. The roots then expanded, with a layer of bark covering each organism and cocooning them as they merged with it.
As the organisms were absorbed, the tree continued to grow in size with its roots even digging into the ground. On the branches, leaves began to appear, one for every organism absorbed. Riddling the planet with more and more roots, the tree continued to grow, enlarging to the point where the tree was like someone’s forearm and the earth was their fist, now held together only through the roots of the trees. The tree completed, Victoria began to float backwards, coming into contact with the tree, specifically in the Da’at Sephirot. But instead of being completely consumed, she only partially merged with it, with the whole front of her body completely exposed.
Like Victoria, the tree began to float backwards through space. As it zoomed through the null void like rogue meteor, Victoria basked in the sea of minds churning within the tree. All the identities and individualities had been melted down like scrap metal, but there was still so much passion within it. Emotions, instincts, and desires rose up in foamy tidal waves, with all the life of earth having basically turned into one colossal mind. In the center of this sea and almost controlling it was Victoria, taking in incomprehensible amounts of information from all the organisms that the tree had absorbed. But there were more than the life forms that had just been on earth at that time, it felt like every organism in the history of earth, even the history the universe, was now swirling within the Tree of Life.
For several billions of years, the tree flew through space, with Victoria spending the entire time bathing in the waterfall of knowledge from all the organisms. As the tree flew, it picked up more material and continued to grow in size. Now instead of consuming organisms, it was consuming asteroids, planets, stars, black holes, entire nebulae, and even galaxies, with all the information and history of each and every piece of matter passing through Victoria’s mind like the entirety of Niagara Falls being forced through a garden hose.
She could see it all, every planet’s formation, every star’s life and death, and every black hole’s birth. She could see every rock colliding, every wisp of gas or dust, every geographical feature on the endless number of barren planets being formed. And yet, while the tree was absorbing everything, it didn’t really feel like the matter was being devoured in any sort of way. It felt more like the tree was a metaphysical medium, binding all matter and energy together like a protein bonding atoms into molecules.
Finally, the tree reached its destination, the very center of the universe and origin point of the Big Bang. The very heart of the universe was a colossal black hole, several times larger than even the largest galaxy, and surrounded by a spinning disk of matter that took up half of the universe’s surface area alone. Passing through wave after wave of matter, the tree approached the black hole while absorbing everything around it and growing in size.
Reaching the event horizon, the tree was practically drowned in a sea of light, created by every photon in the area being drawn in to the black hole. Like a swimmer diving into water, the Tree of Life entered the heart of the universe. Penetrating the mass, all the information and history that had taken place around every single atom and light particle that the black hole consumed was channeled through Victoria’s mind. Immediately upon the tree’s insertion, roots and branches began to appear on the surface of the black hole, and in a matter of seconds, the entire mass was consumed and became part of the tree. Now the largest thing in the universe, the tree began branching out once again, sending wooden tentacles out in all directions, each tendril grabbing and binding with a single atom. The atoms were absorbed, as well as their information.
The roots continued to spread out, exceeding the speed of the expanding universe itself. They consumed every single atom in space and drank up all the energy, but as they reached the edge of the universe, something happened. The universe stopped expanding, and instead, began to contract like a deflating balloon. As the universe closed in on itself, all the branches and roots were pushed back, causing the tree to curl up like a dead spider. Quickly, the universe became so small that the Tree of Life was compacted as densely as water, without a single nanometer of open space. Yet the universe kept on shrinking, crushing the mass of the Tree of Life itself and condensing it.
Smaller and smaller, the Tree of Life was crushed from all sides like a dying star turning into a black hole. Quickly, the atomic pressure and the temperature skyrocketed, until finally, the Tree of Life had been compacted into a single speck, as hot, dense, and small as the primordial particle that the universe was born from.
FLASH
In a radiant light that surpassed all human understanding, the particle exploded into the second Big Bang, recreating the universe in a flood of energy and molten quarks.
Victoria’s eyes bolted open and she took the deepest breath of her live. She felt like every cell in her body was on fire, and yet she felt no pain. Looking down at her hands, she almost thought that she had gone blind, as it looked like her hands and the background behind them had completely merged together. But in reality, she was seeing her hands in a completely new way. She wasn’t seeing them as parts of her body, but as masses of atoms, just like the floor beneath her. It was almost like they were camouflaged.
Barely able to think straight, Victoria glanced over at Tyler and Kelly, both in the same state as her and looking like they were about have a seizure. Victoria looked at her hands again, trying to describe how she felt. She didn’t feel smarter exactly, but she felt… more sensitive, in terms of the outside world. She felt like she could feel the entire universe and every atom around her, and compared to that, everything in her life was well beyond insignificant.
They all then turned to Jack, who had a proud smile on his face.
“Congratulations, each of you has found your Self.” He beamed.

Jack and Victoria were lying in bed, staring into each other’s eyes after having just made love.
“How do you feel?” Jack asked while stroking her hair.
“I feel… I feel so good that I can’t even describe it. I never thought it was possible to be this happy. I feel invincible, like nothing can hurt me or make me lose my smile. I just see everything in a positive way, it’s like being in a fantasy world.”
“Now you know why I’m always smiling.” Jack said.
“I can’t even begin to say how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me. We’ve been together for less than three weeks, yet you’ve completely reshaped my world in ways that no one else could. Compared to what I have now, my previously life could barely even be called a life. I feel like I’m in heaven and I can see the entire universe.” She murmured happily.
“I’m glad, your happiness is the light of my life.” Jack said. Victoria’s smile slowly faded and she bit her lip.
“Jack, am I going to like the answers you’ll give me tomorrow?” She asked.
“That is up to you. I’ve given the three of you the exact time and place to meet me and I will answer all of your questions. How you feel about them is all your jurisdiction.” He said.

10:33 AM, December 21st, 2012
Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly hurried across the school campus. They were headed to the intersection next to the school, where Jack had told them to meet him at exactly 10:35. All four teenagers had pretended to go to the bathroom and left school, but Jack had gone early. Even after discovering their Selves, Jack’s students were nervous, wondering what he would tell them.
They found him at the street corner, waiting for them with an excited smile.
“Ah good, you’re here just in time.” He said.
“So now you’ll answer our questions?” Tyler asked.
“In just a minute. Here, follow me.” Jack said, walking out into the intersection with cars honking loudly at his sudden carefree stride into the center of danger.
“Jack, what are you doing?!” Victoria yelled as cars continued to pass by, honking at him.
“If you want your answers, you’ll have to stand here with me.” Jack said with his normal grin. Drawing up their courage, Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly followed him into the street. All cars came to a screeching halt and the morning was hammered with the blaring of horns, but Jack remained still.
“Jack…” Tyler began.
“Wait for it.” Jack said.
“Get the fuck out of the road!” One of the drivers shouted.
“Jack…” Kelly began.
“Wait for it.” Jack insisted.
“What are you, retarded? Get out of the fucking road!” The driver shouted, climbing out of his car.
“Jack!” Victoria screamed.
“And here we go.” Said Jack as the time reach 10:37.
In a bright flash, a line appeared in front of Jack, jagged and containing mass on all three axes. It was a crack, a crack in reality itself. Streaming from this crack came visible energy, forming a shed-sized sphere of light that looked like electrified neon. Immediately, gusts of wind began firing off from the sphere while the sky above went from blue to green and purple. Seeing what was going on, all of the drivers who had been honking their horns either tried to turn around or just climbed out of their cars and ran for their lives.
“What the hell is going on?!” Tyler shouted, trying to shield his eyes from the wind. Wearing his usual smile, Jack turned to the three of them.
“This is what was predicted by the Mayans, Hope Indians, and countless other indigenous groups and cultures throughout the history of your world. It is the beginning of the new celestial year, which is the equivalent of 5125.36 of your earth years.”
“So it’s the end of the world?!” Kelly yelled.
“Not really. The Mayan Calendar -as you call it- is just like any other calendar, resetting for the next year after its completion. However, what matters is what happens on this day and the opportunity it creates. Every celestial year, these cracks open up in our universe, not as a sign of damage or gradual deterioration, but as a sign of its imperfections. This universe is not what it was meant to be, it disobeyed time, the one and only force which can do that. This universe is flawed and filled with inferior matter and energy, gathered together into random clumps by gravity.” He explained.
“What are you talking about?” Victoria asked, stepping forward.
“There shouldn’t be any matter in this universe, all regular matter should have been annihilated by the equal amount of antimatter that was supposed to appear in the Big Bang. Not only that, but there certainly isn’t supposed to be any dark matter clogging up space. Quite simply, this universe is like a deformed newborn, imperfect compared to the rest of universes and dimensions within creation. These imperfections are ruining the harmony of existence and weighing down the other universes like a section of dead brain matter crippling the rest of the brain.
Cracks like this can be found across the universe, but they only appear at the beginning of a celestial cycle. So do you know what the smoking gun is? Life. Every spot in the universe that contains one of these cracks has a planet sharing the same space, a planet with life. Suffice to say, I lied a little bit about there being no difference between life and inanimate matter. The truth is that life is powered by a very unique form of energy, different from the energy that powers all other chemical reactions, and that energy leaks into this dimension through the cracks.”
“Who are you?” Victoria asked desperately. Hearing the question actually made Jack give a small laugh.
“There is no human word for what I am. You would be right if you said I was God, if I was an angel, and if I was an alien. The best definition I could give is that I am the soul of this universe and the manifestation of all life. I guess you could say that I am the Tree of Life and the essence of this dimension.”
“But you said you were human!”
“Yes, as in I took the form of a human when I arrived here. I was purposefully born seventeen years ago in this town because of the proximity to the crack. It was the easiest way to stay around it for when this day finally arrived. I came here, took the form of a fertilized embryo in my mother’s womb, and she gave birth to me, not knowing that I had chosen to be born. My powers are the result of my unnatural existence. Quite simply, I am an abomination brought for by the birth of this imperfect universe. I am not supposed to exist, but I was born with the Big Bang due to the flaws of this universe. I was born with all of this knowledge, knowledge of everything. You could say that the only why I exist is because of those flaws.”
“What are you trying to do? What is your goal?” Tyler asked.
“Again, there is no human word to properly express what I shall achieve. I suppose the best name would be Celestial Nirvana. I am here to fix this crack in reality, just as I have fixed every other crack across the universe. Once that is done, all universes and dimensions shall merge together into a single space beyond all comprehension. Everything will be recreated and made perfect, and beginning and end will become one in the same in everlasting equilibrium. This imperfect universe is preventing Celestial Nirvana and the perfection of all existence. This is the last world, the last crack in the universe. I have spent almost fifteen billion years traveling through the cosmos, closing each crack when the celestial year ends. With this, everything will become perfect. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a universe to recreate.” Jack said, turning to the sphere and placing his hand on it.
“No Jack, don’t!” Victoria cried out.
Nearly knocking the three humans off their feet, a deluge of energy shot up from the sphere and into the sky. Firing off through the vacuum of space faster than the speed of light, the beam of energy crossed the entire universe in only a few moments before striking the very fringe. Upon contact, the all-encompassing edge of the universe began to glow with the intensity of a billion suns and started to constrict. Closing in on itself, the edge of the universe devoured everything like a tidal wave of light, converting all it touched into a “perfect material”, something that was neither matter nor energy.
With the one and only flaw in a truly limitless line of perfect universes and dimensions slowly fixing itself, the merging process began to take place. Like cellular division in reverse, each dimensional plane began to merge with the others, creating one super space in which the concepts of existence and nonexistence no longer had any meaning or difference. It was a neutrality that no living mind could comprehend, a form of perfection that transcended all opinions and perceptions. Only Jack, the very soul and essence of his universe, could fathom the meaning of the Celestial Nirvana.
Fighting through the gusts of wind, Victoria rushed over to Jack and grasped his arm.
“Jack, please! You have to stop this!” She begged.
“Why? You of all people should understand and appreciate what I am doing.”
“But I don’t want it to end this way.” She said desperately, drawing a look of amusement from Jack.
“I never expected to hear that from someone who had discovered the Self. Victoria, once this is completed, beginning and end will be both one in the name and nonexistent. Everything you are will be recreated into the perfect form that the all of Creation was meant to be. Every atom, every spark of energy, it will all be reformed and you shall truly become one with everything, including me.” He said happily.
“So you would rather have something perfect? I thought you loved me.” She said bitterly.
“I do, every word I said about loving you was completely true. I normally come to planets with life just before the end of the celestial year, but with earth, I arrived early, seventeen years early. You humans fascinated me, you were the most interesting species I had ever encountered. Wanting to study you and having seventeen years to kill, I changed my form into that of a human embryo and entered this world to watch you humans while I waited. I must say, it has been thoroughly enjoyable, especially discovering your unique form of sexualit and attraction. I love you Victoria and you and I will spend all of eternity together, just like you wanted.” He replied.
“Please Jack, you don’t have to do this!” She argued.
“This is neither a matter of want or need, it is something I must do but is not exactly required. Every organism must come to terms with its own creation to meet the end of its sentience peacefully, be that reproducing, choosing not to have offspring, or even destroying your own creators. That is what I am doing; I was created through a mistake, so it is my duty to fix that mistake. I was born with the ability to do this, so I must do this. This is the path laid out for me, I must erase the problem and install perfection and the Celestial Nirvana. This has been the conclusion of my life for almost fifteen billion years.” He continued. Victoria bit her lip, trying to think of something to say. Suddenly, it came to her.
“I never expected you to want something so boring.” She said, prompting Jack to look at her quizzically.
“You want to live in a perfect existence? It’s pathetic. Beauty is created from imperfection but perfection brings nothing. Your music, your books, your philosophies, and the woman you love are all the result of this flaw that you seem to loathe so much. If this perfect universe of yours does come to exist, will that honestly make you happy? You’ll just be a bunch of perfect particles in a perfect universe, completely devoid of thought or feeling. There will be nothing for you to appreciate, you won’t even be able to feel appreciation. It will be the same as not existing at all.” She said coldly. At her words, Jack looked back at the sphere of light in front of him and the beam of energy shooting up into space, having lost some of the color in his face.
“Ask yourself this Jack, would you rather exist in a universe where you had no thoughts or sensations and there was nothing to experience, or would you exist in a universe with music and art? Would you rather exist as nothing but a pile of lifeless atoms in a galaxy filled with atoms just like yours? Or would you prefer to live in a universe where you could appreciate and study everything around you. Jack, would you rather exist in that hollow perfect universe as something without life, sensation, or meaning, or live in a universe where you are with me, an imperfect girl who you love and who loves you with all of her heart? Face it, you lost your temper back in that Washington garage because you cared about me so much that you couldn’t accept my death and you couldn’t forgive those guys. Admit it, love without life is meaningless, just like how life without move is meaningless.” She asked desperately pressing herself against him. Jack didn’t answer, he merely stared at her with his smile gone.
“I made this for you for your birthday. Would you rather live in a meaningless universe where it has no meaning or doesn’t even exist?” She asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, she handed it to Jack. It was a sketch of the two of them embracing each other in the same position as the sketch Jack had seen in her room, both of them completely naked with smiles of tender love on their faces.
“You say that half of reality is what you make of it and the values you add. Why would you want a reality where you are incapable of perception and there is nothing to value? Is being perfect really better than being alive and happy?” She said.
Slowly, Jack lowered his hand and took it off the orb of light, causing the energy beam to come to a stop, as well as the universal rebirthing process. As the beginning of the new celestial cycle came to an end, the crack closed back up and the sky returned to its normal color. With a small smile, he turned back to Victoria.
“I’ve waited almost fifteen billion years for this… what’s another 5125.36 years? I guess I’ll come back and try again when you won’t be around to nag at me.” He teased. Crying tears of joy, Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as possible.
“Forget it, you’re going to make me immortal so that I can make sure you don’t destroy the universe. Oh god Jack, I love you so much.” She murmured.
“I love you too Victoria, and you’re right, I would rather be in an imperfect universe where I am happy than a perfect universe where I am incapable of feeling anything. I’m sorry for scaring you, all of you.” He said.
“I don’t think you’re the one you should be apologizing to for the scare. The whole world is probably flipping out with how the sky changed color. Is there anything you can do to fix it?” Tyler asked with a grin of relief as ha and Kelly walked over.
“Sure.” Jack said.
Without so much as a twitch of his eye, every single human being on the planet suddenly exploded into a molecular mess, broken down at the atomic level. Before the bloody mist could even settle or stain the surroundings, everyone was reformed exactly as they had been before, save for their memory of the past few minutes being completely wiped. With every single human basically frozen in time, waiting for Jack to restore life to them, he used the opportunity to repair anything that might have been damaged in the panic, rearranging the atoms back into their original places and making everything good as new. Everything completed, he kick-started everyone on the planet, basically returning them to their schedule with nobody being the wiser.
“There, it’s done. Aside from us, nobody knows about what just happened.” Jack said.
“Well then I suggest we get to class. Since the universe isn’t getting a remodeling, detention is still an issue.” Kelly said with a small laugh.
“Jeez, it’s not only 11:00 and I’m mentally exhausted.” Tyler sighed, turning around and walking back towards the school with Kelly. Jack and Victoria remained in the empty intersection.
“I love you Jack.” Victoria said again.
“I love you too.” Jack replied, wrapping his hand around hers.
“Oh, and Jack? Happy birthday.”

THE END
p.s. More than I hope you liked it, i hope this series taught you something.

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Celestial Nirvana: The Entire Series

The young woman plunged her fingers in between the juicy swollen lips of her slit for the umpteenth time, biting down on her pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure. She was lying in bed, the sun approaching the eastern horizon as the minutes ticked by on her alarm clock. The hour was early, earlier than the time her parents woke up, but this was how she liked it. The girl liked to pleasure herself each morning, again after she got home, and a final time before falling asleep. You could say that this was the breakfast rub-out, also known as the most important rub-out of the day.
With each ticklish prod of her fingers, the adolescent girl could feel waves of vibrating warmth shivering along her insides, making her legs squirm as if she were having her reflexes tested during a physical. Her soft voice cooed in her arousal as the predawn light slowly shined in through her window and illuminated the juices on her hand. Her pussy was so warm and soft, she could keep her fingers in it all day and never grow tired of her own touch and the feeling of her wetness.
But contrary to her sexual appetite and her almost obsessive need to pleasure herself each day, there was no specific image in her mind. She was not thinking of anyone, she was not dreaming of some fantasy, and she wasn’t even remembering any erotic events in her life. Quite simply, she didn’t really have anyone that aroused her, she was too shy and unsure of herself to even imagine a fantasy, and the fact that she had gone this long without having her first kiss or losing her virginity easily explained why she didn’t have a cache of sensual memories to draw on for inspiration. Anyone who knew her outside of this bedroom wouldn’t even recognize the writhing scarlet-haired beauty, knuckle deep with her index and middle finger between her legs, mouth open and gasping for air like a dog in the shade, face blushing from sexual excitement, and free hand tracing her naked body.
Regardless of these hindrances, she was mostly content and didn’t really need anything more. She already had her large c-cup breasts, jiggling and bouncing with each movement of her slender body with her nipples erect and at their most sensitive in the cool early morning; she had her virgin slit, softer than the interior of the ripest fruit and dripping with nectar so delicious that she would gluttonously lick her fingers clean after each orgasm; and she had the self-knowledge of how reach that threshold. Struggling to suppress her moan with her face buried in her pillow, the young woman worked her fingers frantically between her legs as euphoria consumed her and waves of vibrating heat coursed through her young tight body. Trembling from head to toe, she licked her fingers clean as her parent’s alarm began ringing down the hall. It was time to get up and start the new day.

In his very Spartan bedroom, a young man sitting on the floor opened his eyes. The bedroom couldn’t really be called that, as there wasn’t really a bed. The only pieces of furniture were a bureau full of clothes, a chair and desk for homework, and a shelf with a stereo and wide collection of CDs. With the sun slowly rising and lighting his room, the teenager stood up and stretched, letting his muscles release the strain from the night of meditation. It was the start of a new day, one of the last.

“Liam Harper?”
“Here.”
“Sydney Hess?”
“Here.”
“Lisa Jacobs?”
“Present.”
“Victoria Ellie?”
“Here.”
“Jack Owen?”
“He doesn’t come to this school anymore.” A student answered out of sync, prompting the substitute teacher to raise his glasses and look out over the US History classroom and count the juniors.
“Really?” The old man grumbled.
“Yeah, he was transferred to another school back in seventh grade, I don’t know why he’s still on the attendance list.” One student shrugged as he leaned back in his chair.
“Very well then.” The teacher sighed, about to cross out Jack’s name.
“Actually, I’m here.” A friendly voice announced, prompting everyone to turn around and look at the young man standing in the door.
Built with a tall lean build, Jack had messy silver hair that almost looked dyed, a pale-tan complexion, bright grey eyes, and a permanent small smile like that of someone walking out of school on a Friday afternoon. His smile was also mixed with strong confidence, as if he could get into a heated debate with someone and crush any argument without even having to hesitate and think, or be challenged to a fist fight and dodge every attack as if his opponent were moving in slow motion.. It had been years since anyone had seen him, and he was exactly as everyone remembered.
Staring at him most intently was the girl who had last been called for attendance. Victoria Ellie was a beauty by anyone’s standards with sun-kissed skin, eyes like sapphires, and long scarlet hair that was tied into a ponytail that went almost all the way to her waist with two long locks framing her angelic face. As well as beautiful, she had a figure that would drive any man insane: C-cup breasts, a narrow waist with a flat stomach, and an ass taut enough to bounce a quarter across a room at the end of her hourglass figure. Her outfit consisted of a pair of tight jeans, a slim-fitting red sweater, and a pair of boots.
She was a very kind and sweet girl, not being afraid to voice her opinions and reach out to others. But regardless of her normally energetic personality, physical beauty, and recently indulged sexual appetite, she was normally timid and quiet with guys, always being too nervous to go out on dates. She was terrified of being judged and rejected and remained relatively quiet around boys, telling herself that she would date when she was ready. Sometimes though, she wondered if the reason why she was so nervous around guys but was always so horny was because she was actually a lesbian and had just not realized it.
However, there was one man that she had always adored and who managed to bring out her talkative and confident side when no other guy could, and he was the student she thought she would never see again. The reason for her infatuation was simple; Jack was the friendliest guy in school and was never sad or upset. No matter what happened, he would shake it off, look on the bright side, and keep smiling, and everything he said was kind of enlightening. But it was more than just an overjoyed attitude, an attempt to win the approval of others, or even a overly zealous religious belief. It was like he truly had a reason to be happy, like he had just heard good news and nothing could ruin his mood. He was also brilliant with an optimistic personal philosophy and approach to life, like the Dalai Lama but much more joyful. In fact, the reason why he hadn’t been seen in years was because he had been attending a school for the gifted, having possessed a natural talent for everything he tried.
“Alright, take a seat at any of the open desks and we’ll begin todays lesson.” The teacher mumbled, putting down the attendance clipboard next to the small calendar on the desk, which read the 1st of December.
Jack began maneuvering through the cramped classroom as cheerful as ever, bending back and forth as he moved between the cramped desks and the bored students. With their proximity growing each second, Victoria began to shiver with nervousness. Would he sit near her, would they be able to talk? It had been years since they spoken, and they were more acquaintances than friends. Was he the same as before? Was he here to stay? Should she try to make a move during or after class? Would he date her? It was questions like this, a vast torrent of confusion and excitement swirling in her mind, that distracted her so much that she barely even noticed Jack finally coming up to her.
“Victoria Ellie, it is nice to see you again. May I sit here?” He asked, motioning to the empty desk next to her. At the sound of her name, Victoria nearly jumped out of her chair.
“Oh, of course! Uh, go ahead! And it’s really great to see you too; I missed you! I mean-” She yelped, immediately blushing in embarrassment.
“Thank you very much.” He said kindly, sitting down at the desk.

The class went on as it normally would, with the substitute teacher continuing on the lecture from where the normal teacher had left off, occasionally asking questions of the students. Always the first to raise his hand was Jack, though this was no surprise, as he had always been –not so much “eager” or “excited”- but happy to answer them. Throughout the class, Victoria watched him with interest and adoration, comparing him to how she remembered and failing to see even the slightest change.

“Jack, would you like me to show you around the school? I’m not sure if you’ve been told where your classes are, but I would be happy to help you.” Victoria offered, running up to Jack as he walked down the hall from the first period of the day.
Walking past rows of maroon lockers with scores of students shuffling past them like salmon at spawning season, the two adolescents had to speak with slightly-raced voices to be heard. Victoria didn’t know why she had made that offer, normally she would be too hesitant to talk to Jack, but after seeing him again after so many years, she felt like her chances were slim and she had to make the most of them.
“Oh, no thank you. I know where to go.” He said with a nod. Victoria winced from the rejection, but felt the need to take the initiative revitalize her.
“Well do you mind if I walk with you? It’s been ages since we last talked.” She asked, knowing that she risked coming off as desperate but willing to take the risk.
“I would enjoy that very much. Though unfortunately, I don’t know much about you, would you care to enlighten me as to what lies in the past of the pretty red-headed girl beside me?” He asked, a moment before a loud thump echoed through the hall, triggering the scared mutterings and calls of fellow students. Jack looked back to see the unconscious Victoria, laying on the floor after fainting from the compliment with a smile on her blushing face.
“Hmm, something tells me that you are an interesting girl.” Jack chuckled.

The small cot was cold and not very soft, but it was certainly more comfy than the floor she had passed out on. Victoria looked around the dark room, recognizing the nearby sink and cabinets as those of the school nurse, with the posters about colds and human body being the largest clue. Hearing the sound of humming, Victoria raised her head and looked to the corner, where Jack was sitting with his eyes closed and his usual smile.
“Ah, I’m glad you’re awake.” The young man said, opening his eyes as she stirred.
“How long have I been asleep?” She asked tiredly.
“About twenty minutes, the nurse was certainly worried when I came into her office with you in my arms.” Jack mused, prompting Victoria to blush.
“You… carried me?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind. I had no thoughts other than getting you here if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Oh, no! I’m just grateful, that was a really sweet thing to do.” She said with a soft smile.
“Wait, twenty minutes? Aren’t you late for class?” She then asked.
“Oh, I have a study hall right now. But even if it was something else, to me, making sure you’re safe is more important than any class.” He beamed. Victoria was unsure of what to say next, after all, Jack was even kinder than she remembered, but was he being so nice because maybe he liked her?
“That tune you were humming, what was it?” She asked.
“Pachelbel’s Canon in D-Major, a melody of the ages. I believe music is probably the greatest achievement of mankind, as it is the almost divine manipulation of sound waves and atomic vibrations into a lullaby for the senses, even to animals.” He said cheerfully. Victoria smiled, having finally gotten something out of him.
“Now please, I would like to continue our conversation in the hall. Tell me about yourself, please. I’d like to know more about you.” He asked. Victoria’s smile widened into an ecstatic grin; she never believed she would get this far, but it was as if her dreams were coming true before her eyes. The nurse was in the next room in her office, but if they talked quietly, she wouldn’t hear them.
“Why are you interested in me?” She asked, trying to gauge his perception of her.
“I find you interesting. Besides, I love to learn as much as I can about other people, as they are probably the greatest sources of the most intriguing information. Through your words, I can peer into your soul and try to understand what makes you who you are.” He explained, causing Victoria’s chest to warm up. That philosophical tendency of his, it hadn’t changed a bit.
“Well I’m sixteen, I grew up here in Maine, my parents are divorced, I’m pretty shy, I love to draw in my free time, and I’m hoping to do a lot of traveling after college. What about you?”
“Like you, I was born and raised in this state, my parents are together, and I love everything. For hobbies, I guess you could say that just admiring the world and taking in knowledge is my main form of entertainment. I’m not quite sure what I want to do after I graduate.” He modestly recanted.
“How can you love everything?” Victoria asked, turning around on the cot so that she was lying on her stomach with her chin resting on her hands.
“Half of reality is what happens, the other half is how you perceive it. Depending on how you look at something, you can be lucky enough to see the true beauty in it, or at least look past the bad aspects.”
“Well do you love me?” Victoria asked coyly.
“Yes, in a manner of speaking. I am grateful to be able to talk to you like this, I am glad that I get to look into your past and see who you truly are, I admire your beauty, and I want to get to know you.” He said happily. At the first word of his reply, Victoria began to tremble. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be like this, was this really happening? Did she truly have a chance with him?
“Jack, do you feel about me differently than you feel about others?” She asked without looking at him.
“Only in that I know more about you now than I do most of the students here.” He replied. Victoria smiled.
‘That’s a good start.’ She thought to herself.

Throughout the day, Victoria carried a smile that stretched from ear to ear as she walked down the halls. She had already been barraged with questions from her friends about why she had fainted and if she was sick, but she would always answer with a cheerful denial of any problems. Why wouldn’t she be happy? She basically had her foot in the door, an edge on any other women with their eyes on Jack. Jack himself was always seen on his own, never walking with friends or talking to anyone. This was not unusual being it his first day back to school, but whether he was alone or not, he was always smiling and humming, as if he knew something good that everyone else was unaware of.

“Gentlemen, please, there is no need for violence.” Jack calmly said, facing a towering Senior who had his fingers clamped around the collar of a terrified Sophomore who was being held off his feet against a row of lockers. People walked by without a second glance, not wanting to get involved and ignorant as to how they were fueling the Senior’s sadistic attitude. As mentioned, the man towered over Jack and was heavily built, fitting his star position on the school football team.
“This doesn’t concern you fag, piss off.” The high school gorilla threatened.
“There is no reason for violence, no reason to harm others, so why do you do it? Has this boy done something to trigger your anger, or are you using him as a way to release the strain from the troubles in your life? Tyler Deck, what is your reason to inflict pain?” Jack asked without losing his smile.
“It’s none of your fucking business!” Tyler growled, dropping his victim and turning to the fearless challenger.
“You’re harming and intimidating this young man here, is it his business? There is no need to make someone the victim of the problems in your life, so what is the purpose of these harmful acts?” Jack asked without taking a single step back or showing any signs of tension or fear.
Tyler pursed his lips, trying to come up with a response. In truth, he had never asked himself why he did the things he did, but now this stranger before him, this smiling punk, was standing up to him in a way he had never before seen. Even more, Jack was saying everything with a cheerful disposition, but there was a certain force to it, like he wasn’t going to allow Tyler to weasel his way out of explaining himself. There was nothing personal in this, it was like he was a mirror showing Tyler his true self and turning him on himself. Now, people were starting to stop and watch.
“Because I can.” The bully responded.
“Oh, now that’s not really an answer. We are all capable of an almost unlimited number of things, but we don’t go through with them. Everyone here is capable of violence just as you are, but what matters is the reason. What is your reason?” Jack countered. Tyler clenched his hands into fists and looked down at Jack almost fearfully.
“Do you get enjoyment out of harming others? Does it help you deal with issues in your own life?” Jack insisted.
“Yeah, it does.” Tyler barked rebelliously.
“Then punch me. Punch me as hard and as many times as you want.” Jack said without any worry in his voice. All of the spectators gasped and began muttering amongst themselves and all the blood drained from Tyler’s face.
“Wait… what?” He asked.
“If you need someone to act as your punching bag so that you can resolve your issues, then I would be happy to play that role. Feel free to break my nose, it will heal. Knock out some teeth if it will help you, I have plenty. Snap some bones if you want, the hospital isn’t a long drive from here. If it means helping someone deal with their problems and heal from traumas in their lives, then any pain that I must endure is an easy price.” He said with his unfaltering smile.
“Jack, what are you doing?!” Victoria exclaimed, having arrived and now forcing her way through the crowd of spectators.
“Ah Victoria. I must ask that you please stand back and no one interfere. Tyler Deck, do whatever you need to.” Jack established. Trembling very uncharacteristically, Tyler hesitantly threw a punch, striking Jack on the left side of his face and knocking him to the ground. But regardless of how it had looked to everyone watching, the punch had barely been a fraction of its true potential.
“Jack!” Victoria cried out, rushing over to him.
“Thank you Victoria, I greatly appreciate your care. But please, stay back.” Jack said gratefully before standing up.
“Didn’t that hurt?” Tyler asked, surprised that Jack was able to maintain his smile, even with his cheek already turning dark from the forming bruise.
“Yes, it did. The key is not minding that it hurt. Now, did that help? Did throwing that punch make you feel better?” Jack asked honestly.
“No…”Tyler reluctantly admitted.
“Really? If it didn’t work, you can punch me again.” Said Jack without any pity, sarcasm, condescension, or contempt. When Tyler didn’t respond, Jack took a deep breath.
“The reason you said “because I can” held a meaning that you didn’t understand. You said it because it meant that you had power over others, that you had freedom. You hurt others because it means it is something you have control over. However, when I offered to serve as your punching bag, there was nothing for you to get out of it. There was nothing for you to take, nothing to seize, nothing for you claim as an expression of control. In truth, you hated punching me, because you finally felt the guilt of inflicting harm on another person. There was no reward for you, only a pure look at what you’ve been doing all this time.
I won’t ask you what it was that made your need for control so great, but I will ask that you reflect on this and take a good look at yourself. The reason for your need for violence goes deeper than what I explained. In order to end this meaningless cycle, you must look deep inside and discover the Self.” Jack explained.
“The Self?” Tyler asked.
“The point from which all personality, actions, and thoughts originate. It is the true form of you, no less and no more than itself. It is the answer to all questions within you, all your confusions, and all your irrationalities. Through discovering the Self, you can understand who you are, what shapes the person known as Tyler Deck, and why he does the things that he does. You must do this so that you will come to terms with why you act violent towards the people around you.
There is no reason to cause harm to others. If someone says something mean, the only harm comes from you giving their words value. If someone takes something from you, your pain comes from the needless obsession with that object. If someone hurts you, it will mean nothing as long as you are wise enough to accept the damage you receive, know that your body will heal, and ignore the delusion that it has any affect on your mind.
Thank you very much for allowing me to be of help.” Jack said before giving a grateful nod of his head and walking away.

“I certainly didn’t expect to arrive at the school nurse’ office twice on my first day back, both times with you.” Jack chuckled. Sitting next to him on the cot, Victoria smiled and gently pressed an ice pack against his cheek, making him twitch slightly.
“Well you took care of me after I fainted, the least I can do is take care of you after being a hero.” She said sweetly.
“Thank you, but I wasn’t a hero. I was just trying to help remove some violence.” He said with his usual grin infused with modestly.
“Well you were a hero by our standards. I swear, you’re just as I remember you; the nicest guy in the world. You’d do anything to make others happy but without expecting anything in return. I’m surprised you haven’t already donated all of your organs.” She teased.
“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other better back then, you were always so quiet and yet hiding such a sweet soul.” He said. Victoria’s smile shrank, but only due to the shyness added. Was this meeting fate?
“Actually, I’m not normally this nice. I’m not a bad person I mean, I just don’t really talk to guys. My friends all know me as being really nice and energetic, but I just get really nervous and quiet around boys.” She said softly.
“And yet you’re this kind to me? I’m honored.” Said Jack. Victoria looked around for the nurse, but she had left her office next door a few minutes ago and hadn’t returned. They were completely alone.
“Well, there’s a reason for that… Jack, what do you think of me? I mean… would you be attracted to me?” She asked. Instead of answering, Jack gave a small laugh. It wasn’t a mocking laugh or a laugh of condescension, but merely a chuckle as if remarking on the amusement of a specific coincidence.
“Before I answer that question, I think you should answer it.” He replied. Victoria nearly jumped at the response, having never expected him to be blunt in this way.
“What do you mean?” She asked innocently.
“You’ve asked me of my opinion of you a few times today, all of which while blushing. Plus, even though we didn’t know each other back before I left, you’ve been taking every opportunity to follow me and talk to me. I hope you’ll pardon me for being so blunt and presumptuous, but I think you’re attracted to me. If I’m wrong, then I’m sincerely sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” He explained with pleasant confidence.
“No, you’re wrong!” Victoria embarrassingly exclaimed. As soon as the words were spoken, she bit her lip. Why did she say that? Shouldn’t this have been the moment she confessed her feelings? Wasn’t this the perfect moment to come out and say it? And yet… she was terrified.
“Very well, I apologize.” Jack chuckled. Victoria smiled as she felt her feelings grow stronger.
“Tell me Jack, how did you know what to say to Tyler? He’s always been an asshole, but it’s like you broke him?” She asked.
“Humans are not difficult to understand, you need only find the key to their reasoning to shape who they are. Say the right words and you can completely reshape someone’s personality and thought process. Events create people and identities, so if you can turn your words into an event, you can create a whole new identity for someone. The easiest way to do that is to reveal their true selves, for that is the most affective way to make someone change.”
“What do you mean?”
“People act the way they do because they don’t understand why they do it. It is human nature for people to expand beyond their horizons, therefor, whenever you give them a limitation, they are compelled to go beyond it. Children wish to see the world outside their home, adolescents wish to see the minds outside their own, adults wish to see what lies ahead of them in all aspects, and the elderly wish to see meaning behind their lives and in their children. People do this in the search of the truth, the truth to everything, and they are always searching for it. However, the truth is not set in stone, it varies from person to person based on their perception. Therefor, since the truth can take any form, it cannot technically exist since it does not have a definition.
Regardless, people search for the truth into infinity and are by nature compelled to go beyond their limitations. If you tell someone that the earth is flat, they want to see what lies at the end of it and go off the edge. If you tell someone that the earth is round, then they want to see what lies on other planets. If you tell someone that they are living in a virtual world, they want to see the true reality. If you tell someone that they are figment of someone else’ imagination, they want to prove they are real and raise themselves to the level of their creator.
If you summarize someone, you confine them to one perception and path, essentially forming limitations for them. From that point on, they cannot live as themselves without wanting to go beyond what you described them as. If you tell an alcoholic exactly why he drinks, and you say it with such accuracy that he realizes you are completely right, then he feels trapped by his alcoholism and wants to break free of it. Alcohol had originally been his whole world, but now you’ve shown him that there are more worlds and he’ll instinctively want to explore them.
If you can guide someone to find the Self, then they achieve full understanding of who you are and you feel compelled to change. You feel compelled to break free of the restrictions of your definition. If I were to strike one of your nerves and tell you to look for your Self, your entire view of reality would change and so too would your identity. I wouldn’t have to be the one to define you, you would do it yourself after I initiated it.” He stated with calm confidence. Victoria gained a coy grin.
“Ok, try me.” She challenged.
“Very well, but don’t get angry with what I ask.”
Reaching out, Jack slowly grasped her hand and smelled it, puzzling Victoria.
“Tell me, how often do you pleasure yourself?” He asked. In that one moment, Victoria’s face became deathly white and she almost screamed in shock. Not only was it the most personal an inappropriate question she had been asked in her life, but even without saying anything… he was right! He had brought up the one thing that she worked to hide more than anything else!
“Wh-what are you talking about?” She stammered, pulling her hand from him.
“That smell, that sweet tea-leaf aroma that is sunk into your flesh. It’s the smell of a girl who pays a lot of attention between her legs, both maintaining it and enjoying it. I caught it when you pressed the ice pack against my face and the pheromones within that scent have been driving my hormones crazy. I picked up the scent of saliva as well, meaning you probably use your mouth to clean your hand afterwards. I also smelled plenty of soap, so that means you wash your hands thoroughly after. I only mention that to commend you for that habit. However, like a said, the scent has sunk into your skin.
Now, here is where you start spinning. You have nearly an obsessive hobby of self-pleasure, but you’re timid around guys and don’t go on dates, so I’m certain that you aren’t a sex-addict. But that leaves the question of what lies in your mind while it is taking place. What arouses you? If you are so shy around the opposite sex and so introverted when it comes to guys, then is it possible that you are in fact a lesbian? I don’t think so, because regardless of wait you say, I’m pretty sure you are attracted to me.
You are biologically attracted to men, but your fear of them and your reason for your need to pleasure yourself so frequently are obviously a mental factor. Are you afraid of sex? No, that contradicts your hobby. Are you afraid of intimacy? Well, I think it’s a little more complicated than that. Your body is telling you that it is a man who should be satisfying you, but instead of going on dates, you are quite literally taking matters into your own hands, as if trying to suppress your heterosexuality. You are trying to take care of the matter yourself;..
You seek independence, sexual independence, but I believe you seek independence in general. You want to be completely dependent on yourself because you don’t believe others can give you what you want. It’s why you are so energetic with your friends, but you are so hesitant to put yourself into someone else’ hands for a relationship. You have trust issues, not just towards men, but towards everyone. I think that is the secret you have to find: why do you alienate yourself from the idea of a romantic relationship? If you can find your Self, then you will find your answer and you will understand yourself.
Thank you for helping me and I hope that what I have said will in turn help you. If you would please excuse me, I’m late for my next class.” He said before nodding gratefully. Getting up and walking out, he left Victoria sitting on the cot with her mind spinning.

Snow fell softly from the thick grey clouds, moving as slowly as their shed frozen specks drifting from their folds. Jack was walking home from his first day back, having decided to forgo taking the bus and to instead enjoy the snowfall. By the school was a gas station, serving as a popular hang out and rest stop for students after school or even during. It was surrounded by picnic tables even had an ice cream window, but in this weather, no one would normally be out. Normally. Humming Beethoven’s third symphony, Jack’s attention was drawn by a woman’s voice from beside the gas station.
“I haven’t seen you around here. Are you new?” He heard, prompting him to turn to the woman standing to the side of the gas station, using the building as shelter for the wind. She was shorter than Jack with blond-auburn hair, a pair of fake-tattered jeans with leather boots that almost went up to her knees, a designer-brand tan coat, and a joint between her fingers.
“You could say that. I used to attend this school district before being transferred elsewhere. This is my first day back since leaving. I’m Jack Owen, what is your name?” He asked as he approached.
“Kelly, Kelly Ross. Well now, there is nothing better than a little fresh meat, they are the most grateful for the blowjobs. How about it newbie? At a “welcome back” discount, I’ll suck you off and empty you of cum.” She offered. Jack chuckled.
“I take it this is a hobby of yours?” He asked as he watched her take a deep inhale from the marijuana cigarette between her fingers.
“You could say that. I think of it as more of a profession. Come on newbie, do you want it or not? If you don’t want my mouth, I got plenty of other holes to get you off with.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, did you start doing this before or after you began using drugs? The lining around your eyes, your thinning cheeks, your dulling hair, discolored fingernails, and chafed nose tell me that pot isn’t everything you do.” He asked.
“What’s it to you faggot?!: Kelly shouted.
“I’m just curious. Did you begin your job as a prostitute before or after you got into drugs?” He asked as politely as possible.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Kelly yelled, angry at the intrusive question. Reaching into his pocket, Jack drew his wallet and extracted a $20.
“Will this convince you to keep talking to me?” He asked without losing his smile. Kelly’s eyes shifted from Jack to the money several times, before she eventually reached out and snatched the bill. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him behind the gas station, where they hid from the wind in the small pocket created by the tiny wooden shack around the building’s water heater. She then got down on her knees and began unfastening Jack’s belt.
“Excuse me, I said I only wanted to talk to you. You do not have to perform oral sex if you don’t want to.” Jack established.
“Consider this the obligation of a slut.” She said spitefully as she unzipped his pants, moved his boxers out of the way, and wrapped her fingers around his manhood. Even though he had never been touched in this way and Kelly’s hands were fairly cold, Jack showed no reaction to her touch and his manhood refused to show any weakness.
“Tch, no wonder you’re so confident; you haven’t shrank at all in this cold.” She muttered as she stroked him to a full erection.
Lowering her head, she pressed her lips against the head of his cock and took it into her mouth. Jack stirred with his smile twitching from the physical sensation as her head began moving back and forth with a wet squishing sound echoing from her mouth.
“So, like I asked before, did you start doing this before or after you began using drugs?” He asked.
“Before.” She grunted, taking his cock out of her mouth and smearing it across her face.
“So you don’t sell your body to support your drug use, or at least you didn’t originally. That means that both actions have a common source.” Jack began as Kelly stroked his cock while sucking on his balls. Even while out in the cold with a layer of varnish-like saliva coating the shaft and head, Jack remained rock-hard and at full length.
“You sure talk a lot for a guy getting sucked off.” Kelly remarked, spitting onto the tip of his dick and stroking it furiously.
“Well this is my first time, I can’t say I know the proper protocol. However, I did say I wanted to talk to you.” He chuckled innocently but with unmistakable calm confidence. Kelly stopped and looked up at him.
‘This is weird, no one acts this way on their first time. Is he lying? No… he’s been too upfront and blunt to seem like the kind of guy who would lie about something like this. I’ve never seen him before, so I doubt he has a crush on me. There is something about him, something off… In these temperatures, he should barely be able to keep it up, I would normally ridicule him for being unable to stay stiff and coerce him into giving me more money. But instead, he’s staying at full strength and is completely calm. It’s like he doesn’t even feel the cold or me, but it’s more than that; it’s like he hasn’t even acknowledged what I’m doing. It’s like this means absolutely nothing to him. Who the hell is this guy?’ She pondered.
She quickly resumed, this time with more enthusiasm and energy. Her head was bobbing back and forth like a woodpecker’s, with a gurgling gum-chewing noise being given off along with bubbles of foaming saliva from the corners of her mouth. She repeatedly took his cock out of her mouth and smeared it across her face and neck almost lovingly, ruining her makeup before spitting on it, giving it a quick stroke, and then continuing to deep-throat it. Her mouth was as soft as it was wet and she was using every spot to pleasure Jack, as well as all of her skills.
“Your clothes are all high quality, meaning that your family is well off, though they aren’t so overdone so as to seem that your parents are buying your love or using money as a substitute to make it seem like they love you. That rules out that you do this for attention, because either they don’t know or they accept you. You have parents to supply you with money you need for normal things, but you didn’t start selling your body to pay for your drug habit.” Jack stated.
“Damn it, will you just finish up and cum already? I’m paid to fuck, not spill my life story.” Kelly angrily demanded. Jack sighed and momentarily lost his smile.
“Very well.” He said before a jet of semen sprayed from the head of his cock without so much of a twitch or shiver from Jack. Sending up clouds of steam in the frigid air, the thick white sperm splashed across Kelly’s face and filled her mouth, as well as getting caught in her hair.
“Jesus, tell me next time!” She yelled, wiping off her face with far more disgust than she usually would.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were expecting it.
It appears that you don’t quite get any satisfaction out of this. Basically you sell yourself for money that you don’t need without getting any pleasure out of it, all while snorting, smoking, and injecting anything you can get your hands on. You clearly have too much of an ego to be punishing yourself, so why do you go down this path of destruction? It doesn’t seem like you hate yourself, no, it’s more like you don’t understand yourself.” Said Jack. As he spoke, Kelly became dead-still, looking down at the ground.
That’s why you do drugs, you hope that the altered perception will let you truly see yourself so you know who you are, and in the meantime, you desperately degrade yourself at any opportunity because you would rather focus yourself on someone else than be left alone with nothing to do but look inwards. You don’t have to think about yourself as a person when you are busy punishing the back of your throat with the manhood of a total stranger. You are trying to throw yourself down to rock bottom because you believe that to be the only way you’ll ever get any comprehension of who you are.” He concluded.
Kelly stayed on her knees in the snow, taking slow shallow breaths and refusing to look up at Jack. The words had hit her, almost literally, they had physically “hit” her and knocked the wind out of her. She had never wondered why she did the things she did, and in all honesty, she had no idea if Jack was right or not, but never before had she felt so deeply touched by simple words. She felt like Jack’s explanation had just triggered the release of long-lost memories now flooding into her subconscious. She felt a form of fullness that she had never in her life experienced, like she had been holding her breath for years and was now finally able breathe the sweet cold air. But there was more, she knew there was more, more to reveal.
“Who the hell are you?” She panted, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever in her life.
“I think that question would have more use if directed inwards. I enjoyed talking to you.” Jack said thankfully before walking off.

Victoria lay in her bed, completely naked, with her hand between her legs. But while she normally would be writing and panting in euphoria while working her fingers in her pussy like she was trying to get the last tic-tac in a pack, tonight she was completely still. She was looking out at the setting sun with her eyes half-open and her fingers unmoving between the lips of her slit. In fact, her fingers and pussy were actually getting sore from being joined for so long without any sort of movement. She removed her hand and brought her wet fingers up to her face, breathing in the smell of her essence.
Her mind had been a blur all day, so much so that she hadn’t even been aware when she took off her clothes and got into bed. But now, here she was, unable to find any enjoyment in what she had been almost obsessed with only that morning. Jack had been completely right, he had cracked her wide open like a walnut, and after having her darkest secret pulled to the surface, she knew she couldn’t go back to the way she had been. She didn’t know what was worse, that he had basically ruined masturbation for her, or that he had done it SO EASILY. If all the therapists on earth had fused together into one mind, that sentience would not have been able to come up with something that would have half the effect that Jack’s words had. What Jack had done was the equivalent to destroying a tank with a simple flick.
But she knew that she couldn’t blame Jack, he had only told her the truth, or at least part of it. He had only delved a certain depth into her psyche, leaving the path open for her to continue on herself. Herself… the Self, that’s what he was expecting her to find. And until she found it, she would never be at peace.

Tyler sat in his room with his face in his hands, shaking like a leaf in the breeze. For some reason, he felt… scared, downright terrified even. He felt more scared than ever in his life, so much so that he had already thrown up twice since encountering Jack. And yet, he had no idea what he was so afraid of, it certainly wasn’t Jack. He couldn’t explain it, it felt like someone had come and cut him in half with a sword, and now his body was slowly splitting in two and separating. He felt like how he expected a movie character to feel after checking to see if they had been shot and then raising their hands to reveal wet blood. What was he so scared of?

Kelly’s bed was shaking and creaking wildly as her father thrust his manhood into her over and over again. Normally she would be fairly active while he fucked her (something which happened almost every night before her mom got home), but tonight, she hadn’t even kissed him. She laid their like a blow-up doll, not showing the slightest reaction whether he picked up speed, slipped his tongue into her mouth, or sucked on her breasts. She had been fucking her dad for years, ever since she seduced him. He had never molested her, she had started it all, and she never even knew why she had done it. She just laid there with him on top of her, shoving his cock into her pussy with the same rhythm as he always did. After about eight minutes, he looked up and began to grunt, telling her that he was close to finishing.
Finally, her father gave one great shake and Kelly could feel a jet of hot semen being shot deep into her insides and dripping from the lips of her snatch as he pulled out of her. As usual, he moved up and she sucked him off, slurping up every last glob of her father’s semen and licking off her own juices. It was just another part of their long-since established routine. Once he shot his second batch of cum into her throat, he sat down on the bed to catch his breath.
“Are you alright baby? You’re barely moving at all tonight. Is something wrong?” He asked.
“Yeah dad, I’m fine.” She sighed, as if bored.
“Are you sure? Come on, you can tell me.” He insisted.
“Everything’s fine dad, there aren’t any problems. I’m just tired.” She murmured.
“Well, ok. I should go get dinner started, your mother will be home soon. I think we’ll have pork chops tonight.” He mused before kissing his daughter on the head and walking out of the room.
With her father gone, Kelly rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She had no idea why she had turned herself into daddy’s little whore, and now that she was finally questioning herself and everything else she did, she could feel disgust welling up inside her.
“What the fuck am I doing?” She muttered.

Jack sat on the floor of his room, deep in a meditative slumber. In his mind, he was counting the seconds, trying to suppress his excitement as the destined day approached with each tick of the clock.

Victoria was hovering in darkness, completely numb to all her senses and unable to form a single thought. She was wearing only her nightgown, but felt neither hot nor cold.
“What are your feelings for me?” She heard a familiar voice ask, clearing her mind and causing her eyes to bolt open. Hovering twenty feet away was Jack, smiling calmly and confidently as usual.
“Jack…? Am I dreaming?” She whispered.
“Whether you are or aren’t, does it matter? I told you before that half of reality is how you interpret events and situations. If that is true, then is this world no more or no less real than the reality you think it differs from? You are aware, you are thinking, and this will affect you deeply, so even if this is a dream, does that not make this reality?” He asked. Victoria’s body began to shake as each word he spoke shot deep into her mind like the sound of a hypersonic whistle to a dog.
“Are you the real Jack?” She asked. The apparition only laughed.
“Again, perception is everything. There is no “the real Jack”, there is only Jack, the varying Jack for each and every person the he encounters. There is no single Jack, for to every person that perceives him, he is a completely new Jack, unique to the Jack that all others perceive. It is the same way for you; there is no one singular Victoria. Instead, there is an uncountable series of Victorias, limited only by the number of existences that can be aware of her, affect her, and are affected by her. The Victoria that you believe yourself to be is the not the Victoria that I believe you to be. Just like how no two people see the exact same rainbow, no one perceives someone the exact same way as someone else, meaning that there is no true form of that person.” He explained.
“Stop it! Just answer the question!” Victoria demanded.
“Tell me, how do you know that you are real?” He asked. The sudden shift in the direction of questions surprised Victoria.
“What are you talking about?” She asked.
“You know that whole cliché about whether or not someone’s existence isn’t just part of a story or even a figment of someone else’s imagination? What if it is true in some form of fashion? Right now you are bewildered, confused, desperate for answers, and unsure of what is going on. What if the only reason you are experiencing these things because I am projecting them onto you? Admit it, at this current moment, you aren’t sure what is real or not. So what is to say that you yourself aren’t real? You believe me to be the projection of what you interpret as Jack Owen while you sleep, but is it not possible that you are in fact the projection of what I interpret as Victoria Ellie?” He offered.
“That’s ridiculous, I know who I am!” She shouted.
“And I know who I am. However, the question is which of us was programmed to say that by the consciousness that created this dream? How do you know that you are not really a part of my dream, a manifestation of my subconscious that is programmed like a computer to feel whatever I want you to feel? How do you know I am not dreaming and the confusion you feel is not an effort on my behalf to make you more realistic as a manifestation?” He asked.
Jack chuckled and then floated over to her. With inches between them, they stared deep into each other’s eyes, Jack into her trembling blues and Victoria into his unreadable greys. Raising his hand, he brushed the side of her face with his fingertips.
“How do you know that you didn’t just experience that sensation because I wanted you to experience it? When I touched you, it created a biological and psychological reaction. But how do you know I didn’t just create those reactions out of nothingness? Think of a memory, any memory. If you are merely a figment of MY dream, is it not possible that I am the one who created that memory for you, as well as your feelings about it and the impact of my words while you examine it?
Now what will really make you spin is the possibility that neither of us is the true creator of this dream, but we are both figments of the mind of the dreamer. Every word, every thought, every movement, all nothing more than lines of a script with us as robotic actors, programmed to do exactly what we are doing and existing only in this one realm.” He said. Victoria didn’t reply, she was taking slow shallow breaths and trembling all over, unable to break eye contact.
“From this point, what can you consider real? We’ve established that one or both of us is just a figment of someone’s imagination, but what is it that makes you think this is a dream? If the scenery were instead the main hall of the school instead of a black backdrop, with the two of us surrounded by fellow students that were all talking in conversations of individual topics, while outside the building, the weather was partly cloudy at say 33º, would you believe it was real or a dream? And if you wondered if it was a dream, are you sure that you aren’t supposed to, as programmed by the creator of this dream?” He asked.
At the mentioned scenario, the scenery changed to match his description, becoming the main hall of their high school. Students walked by, talking to each other in legitimate conversations. Jenny’s clothes had even changed, her nightgown being switched with one of her usual outfits. It was just like any other day, right down to the smallest details.
“Everyone here, every person you see, has their own thoughts as created by the dreamer. The boy who walked past us is thinking about the upcoming episode of American Idol, the boy behind you leaning against the wall is wondering if his girlfriend is cheating on him. The girl twenty feet away to my back left is wishing she could be back at home in bed. All these people, regardless of whether or not they were created by a dreamer, are thinking, are aware, and are playing their roles. How can you be sure that you are not another figment of the dream, playing the role of Victoria Ellie, who is being questioned on existentialism by Jack Own, while feeling scared and confused, as well as experiencing an uncomfortable itch with her bra strap or developing soreness in her feet due to her shoes?
If you wake from this “dream”, how can you know that you aren’t just in another dream? From now on, no matter what you do, how can you be sure that you are not just playing a role as assigned by the dreamer, no different than the aspect of light reflection of the tiles beneath your feet?” He asked.
The scenery faded back to the black backdrop, and Victoria’s clothes returned to being her nightgown. Yet she refused to speak, feeling like her mind was destabilizing under the weight of his speech. She wasn’t ready, she had nothing to balance herself with, nothing to use as a vantage point. She wasn’t in the right state of mind to handle something like this.
Jack moved his hand to her chin, gently lifted it, leaned forward, and kissed her. Dream or not, Victoria trembled at the sensation of their lips touching and felt like this could even be called her first kiss. After almost a minute of their lips joining and separating like waves against beaches, Jack slowly pulled away from her. He leaned forward again, whispering into her ear while cupping her cheek.
“Did that influence you? Did that affect you? If this is a dream, when you wake up, will you panting and shaking as you replay that kiss in your mind over and over again? Meaning, that is what dictates what is real or not. Let’s say for instance this is a dream, and your physical self dies, causing the end of this dream and forever ceasing its existence. Does that mean the dream wasn’t real? If the earth explodes, that will destroy your physical self and forever cease its existence. Does that mean your physical self was never real? If a dream isn’t real, than is every plane of existence that can be destroyed through the loss of the dimension it occupies not real?
Let’s say that I am just a figment of this dream. Are my words having as much an effect on you as if the “real” me had said them?” He murmured, each breath causing her hair to flutter and sending waves of shivering warmth throughout her body.
“Yes.” She said softly, feeling like she was going to melt in his palm.
“Then doesn’t that make me real? If I have the same influence on you as the “real” Jack, then am I not the Jack you always perceive? When you talk to him, are you sure you are not merely talking to me, since I am what you interpret of him? After all, people always create meaning out of things that might not exist, but are you sure that is the case here? If I can touch you, kiss you, and shape your mind the way the “real” Jack would, then does that not make me real?” He suggested.
“Yes.” She murmured again, feeling her pussy beginning to moisten as her emotions were transformed into physical sensations. Jack leaned back and again stared into her eyes.
“Then tell me, what are your feelings for me?” He asked.
“I… I don’t know.” She whispered. Jack gently wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Yes you do, but you don’t want to say them because you are afraid of what they mean. You are afraid of how they will change you through speaking them and realizing them. Ignore your fears, ignore any thoughts of repercussions, ignore what you think I want to hear, ignore anything that’s holding you back, and just speak the words. I don’t care what they are, all that matters is that they are the truth in your heart. Say it, whatever it is, just say it.” He murmured.
“I like you.” She whispered, burying her face in his chest. Jack laughed softly.
“But you don’t love me? I must admit, it’s good that your feelings are taking time to develop, that’s the sign of a woman ready for adulthood. But what are the meaning of those words? Why were they so difficult to say? Forget the social meaning and forget the outside world. Just ask yourself why it was so hard to admit to liking or loving someone.” He continued.
“I don’t know, I thought I didn’t care, I thought I was happy, but I never realized how much of a hole it’s opened in my life! I’ve missed out on so much, all because of my irrational shyness! We could have been together before you left, everything could have been different and maybe you wouldn’t have needed to leave at all! I want to change, but I don’t know what to look for!” She cried in frustration, gripping his shirt while he brushed her hair.
“Think back Victoria. Why am I here? What did I say that affected you so strongly? Think back to the nurse’s office, think back to what it was that I said that shook you to your very core.”
“You said that I was afraid to love because I was afraid to depend on others. But I don’t know why that is, I don’t know why I’m so fearful. Tell me, please. I can’t be with anyone, even you, until I figure out what is wrong with me. I want to either be with you or go back the way things were before you showed me all this.” She said.
“I can’t answer that question for you.” Jack stated.
“Please, I’m begging you! You know me better than anyone else and yet we’ve only talked a few times! I’ve never met anyone like you before in my life, you’re the closest I’ve ever come to being in love! You can fix me, you can make me happy! You know the answer, please, I just want to be at peace and know myself!” She said, bursting into tears and crumbling like a destroyed building. Crouching down, Jack again wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“I only know what I can glean from you, you must tell me the rest if you want me to help you unlock the secret. I am only your guide Victoria, you must walk this path towards enlightenment yourself. Find your Self, and you shall have your answer. I must go now.” He said softly in her ear before standing up.
“No, please don’t go! I’ve never felt this way before, I’ve never felt this way about someone! Don’t leave me, stay here with me! I’ll do anything if you stay!” She pleaded, not wanting to go back after discovering a whole new world. Jack just smiled.
“Don’t worry Victoria, we won’t be apart for long. After all, I’ll see you tomorrow in history class.” He said happily.
Victoria suddenly bolted awake in her bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat. What kind of dream was that?! Or… was it even a dream. Feeling her face, she wiped away mysterious tears, just like she had shed in her dream. In a mixture of laughing and crying in happiness, Victoria laid her head back down on her pillow. For the rest of the night, she played with herself tirelessly, finally having someone to fantasize about.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Tyler demanded, pointing his finger at the apparition of Jack. Just like in Victoria’s dream, the two adolescents were hovering in pure darkness. No, not darkness… it was like there was a form of light in this empty space, a form that only they could reflect back off in the form of visibility.
“Consider this a follow-up session. I must apologize for before, I didn’t leave you in the most stable state of mind and the awakening process should not have been initiated so publically. I’m hoping that now, we can make some progress.”
“Are you real? Or are you just in my head?” He demanded, taking a step back in the null space.
“Of course I’m in your head, but does that make me any less real? Consider this, if something I say influences you here, then is the cause to that effect real? Regardless of where these words come from, shouldn’t the meaning of these words maintain a consistent value? We left off today uncovering your fear of losing control, have you mulled over that?” Jack asked.
“Shut up! Get out of here! I want to wake up, wake me up!” Tyler demanded. For once, Jack lost his smile, knowing the severity of the territory he was treading in.
“You’re fearful, not of losing control but of facing your fear of losing control. I’m assuming that what truly terrifies you is not losing control itself, but being in a specific situation in which you lost control. There was an event in your past in which something was taken from you, your sense of safety and security, something in which you experienced a fear and helplessness that you had never before encountered. Tyler, were you molested?” Jack asked. Sitting down on an invisible surface, Tyler sighed.
“Why should I tell you anything? I don’t even know you, I don’t even know if you’re real.”
“You should tell me because I can help you shed the disguise of a bully that you have put up to protect yourself. I can help you so that you can live in peace, because I believe you are doing more damage to yourself than others. Besides, if I don’t quite fit into your view of what is real and what isn’t, then is there any harm in saying it out loud? If I truly don’t exist, then can this not merely be considered self-reflection?” He suggested. Tyler took a deep breath.
“But if you’re just a part of this dream, then don’t you already know the answer?” He argued.
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t, what matters is that you are able to vocalize and accept it.” Jack replied. Tyler gave another deep sigh and looked down at the nonexistent ground.
“It wasn’t me, it was my older sister. She took me to a movie on the night of my thirteenth birthday, and on the way back to her car, we were mugged. The bastards raped her and killed her right in front of me, and I wasn’t able to do anything. They stabbed me and left us both for dead, it was a miracle that I survived, but Elsa… I had to watch her torment with the knowledge that I was too powerless to help her.” He admitted.
“Then I was mistaken. You do not perform acts of cruelty to protect yourself from being powerless, you do it to replicate the men you hate so much.”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Tyler shouted, getting up from the invisible surface that he had been sitting on and storming across the empty space towards Jack.
“I AM NOTHING LIKE THEM! IF YOU SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT, I WILL KILL YOU!” He roared, gripping Jack by the collar and holding him off his feet.
“You are filled with guilt, you loath yourself for being unable to save your sister, so you disassociate yourself from that perception of yourself. You become what you think will protect you from the pain, and in the search of that bastion within yourself, you wonder how the monsters that brutalized and killed your sister can do such a thing, the only answer of which being that they feel no guilt. And so you mirror them, even without being aware of it. You hate them and you hate yourself, so you punish yourself by becoming what you despise most, while using it to protect yourself from your guilt.
You create this identity of a bully, turning yourself into an effigy of the ones you hate, so that you have something to turn that hate on.” Jack said softly without fear in his eyes. With tears beginning to bud from his own eyes, Tyler pulled back his fist and punched Jack in the face as hard as he could, knocking loose a tooth and immediately bruising his cheek. Jack hit the nonexistent ground and slowly got up.
“Ever since our encounter, you’ve been terrified, but you have no idea of what. When there is nothing that man is afraid of, he becomes his own worst fear. You realized it when you first punched me, the pain you had been inflicting on others for no reason and for no enjoyment. You felt fear, fear of yourself and of what you had become. You saw yourself as the same men who tormented and killed your sister, and that terrified you, you were afraid of becoming as bad as them.” Jack explained.
Broken by Jack’s words, Tyler fell to his knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. It was all true, every word of it, and as each word played in his mind over and over again, he was assailed by waves of guilt for each and every violent act he had ever inflicted. He could see the faces of his victims, all the people who’s lives he had made difficult and unbearable, In their eyes he was finally able to see the same pain that he had been filled with.
“Do you want to be at peace? Both with yourself and with Elsa?” Jack asked.
“Y… yes…” He cried.
“Then you must gain the forgiveness of others and finally, and most importantly, forgive yourself. This won’t take place in one day, but if you are willing to be patient and see this through to the end, then all of your problems will disappear and be replaced with nirvana.” Jack said, walking past him.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?! Don’t you think I’ve seen every shrink and therapist in this goddamn state?! Elsa’s death was my fault, I can never fix that, and I will never be able to overcome what that means. Even if I can get others to forgive me for the pain I inflicted on them, how can I forgive myself for the pain I wasn’t able to protect Elsa from?” He demanded.
“After you first hit me, you asked if it had hurt. Do you remember my reply?” Jack asked.
“You said that it did hurt, but the key was not minding that it hurt.” He said, trying to catch his breath and calm down.
“Then that is your clue. Goodnight Tyler Deck, sleep well, for tomorrow is the start of your new life.” Jack said before the dream shattered like glass.
Tyler bolted up in his bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Realizing that he was back in his bed, he thought back through the entire conversation, remembering it with seldom-experienced clarity, even for the most vivid of dreams. Turning on his bedside lamp, he pulled out a small cash box from underneath his bed, dialed in the combination with shaky fingers, and opened it. Underneath rolls of bills and bags of pot, he drew an old photograph from half a century ago. It was of him and his sister at the movie theater, continuing to celebrate his birthday even after cake and presents back home. Looking at his sister’s face, Tyler put his hand over his face and cried until dawn.

Kelly panted and wiped the saliva and semen off her face once the stranger’s cock was removed from her mouth and throat. Her hands were sore from manually stimulating the other two men standing around her, and her anus and vagina were starting to ache from the prolonged double-penetration inflicted by the two men in front and behind her. She was in the man-cave basement of the second guy, this was her first gangbang, and she was making five hundred bucks off it. She had already been ejaculated into and onto a half dozen times, but her clients were remaining hard and fully loaded. They were certainly making her work for her money.
Once she had caught her breath, the fourth man, the one loitering in her pussy, suddenly pulled out and got up, wanting to get his dick sucked. With the quick removal, Kelly fell onto her hands and knees and the man behind her immediately took advantage of the granted mobility. Gripping her hips, he began moving his cock back and forth in her pussy, hammering her like an animal while using all the semen already dripping out of her anus as lubricant. Kelly moaned and yelped as she felt the man’s phallus punch the deepest corners of her ass with almost brutal speed and strength, while the other men all looked down and laughed at her while stroking themselves.
After a couple minutes of the ruthless sodomy, the man pulled out of her and she fell on her back, quickly assailed by another man forcing himself inside of her bruised cunt and being skull-fucked by the man who had just been fucking her asshole. She was completely numb to the taste, be it overexposure or just indifference. Once she had cleaned him off, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and the other man fucking her stood up while picking her up. Holding her upside down, he continued fucking her while she struggled to hold her face off the soaked carpet.
“Hey, someone hold her up.” One of the men grunted, getting an idea by seeing Kelly upside down.
Answering the request was the first man of the group, who grabbed Kelly and held her off the floor while the man who had been fucking her pulled out. The man who had made the request stepped up to her and forced his dick into her mouth and throat. Holding her head still, he began skull-fucking her with indifferent cruelty, while the man holding her up left the job to one arm so that he could finger her pussy and anus. While she sucked her client off, her face was covered with a bubbling froth of semen and saliva, practically pouring down his mouth. With the head of his cock beating the back of her throat and her body upside down, Kelly only lasted a minute before she finally threw up, spraying the man’s crotch and forming a puddle of vomit below her.
“Ah man, this is one nasty bitch!” One guy laughed while Kelly was dropped face down into the puddle.
“Damn bitch! She threw up all over me!” The man yelled.
Wanting revenge, he rolled her over onto her back and got on top of her, forcing his slime-covered cock into her pummeled cunt. Smacking her face while he moved, the man thrust into her over and over again, cursing her while all his friends laughed.
“Yo, let me in on the action!” One of his friends yelled.
Deciding to indulge him, the man fucking Kelly rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him without pulling out. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the heckler mounted her from behind, sodomizing her with brutal speed and power. Once again getting double-penetrated, Kelly began moaning and whimpering with the man beneath her bucking his hips and the man behind her humping her like a Rottweiler.
“Come on guys, get the fuck off her, we want to finish!” One of the guys barked.
Reluctantly, the two men using her pulled out, one of them grabbing her by the hair and dragging Kelly up onto her knees. Trembling all over and covered in biological slime, Kelly retook her role and began sucking off the first man who came close, while using her hands to jack off the next two guys in reach. After thirty seconds, she changed the position as to who she was stroking and sucking, then worked for another thirty seconds, all while the two guys left alone in each rotation would jack off. Finally, after three full rotations, all the men crowded around her and began to grunt like animals. Knowing what was coming, Kelly opened her mouth as wide as she could and lowered herself.
In a cascade of foaming white sprays, all the men unleashed the last of their reserves, coating Kelly in a thick layer of semen and flooding her mouth to the point where she thought she was going to drown. Sitting back and trying to swallow it all so that she could breathe, she kept her eyes shut to avoid being blinded and barely felt the handful of dollar bills thrown at her, sticking to her face, hair, and chest with the cum acting as glue.
“Quite an interesting memory.” She heard, recognizing the voice immediately.
Opening her eyes, she looked up into the smiling face of Jack. The scene had changed, the finished basement replaced with a black backdrop, devoid of any surfaces, matter, or point of reference. It was as if they were in the darkest, emptiest zone in the universe, far away from any star, but every atom in their bodies was glowing, allowing them to see each other. She had changed as well, the thick coating of semen now gone, as well the hundred-dollar bills that had been sticking to her.
“That is an important memory to you, not sentimentally, but symbolically. It was a key point in your past, even if you aren’t quite fond of it.” He remarked.
“Great, first I was getting gangbanged, now I’m going to get brain-fucked by the newbie. Piss off, I’ve had a long day. I at least don’t want to hear any criticism when I’m asleep.” She muttered, wishing she had some cigarettes or drugs. Jack walked over with his hand outstretched, a heroin needle on his open palm.
“Go ahead, use it, block out everything. Close your senses to the world that you don’t understand. You aren’t doing this to punish or destroy yourself, you aren’t running from something you did or something that happened to you, you are just trying to shrink your world as much as you can to fit your comprehension.” He said, not as a taunt but as a calm matter of fact.
“Shut up! I don’t have to listen to you! What makes you so much better than me that you can look down and judge me?!” She demanded, smacking the needle out of his hand. Jack never lost his smile.
“I never said I was better than you, you only said it to try and understand the bond between us. By saying I am better than you, you are trying to use what you understand of me as a fixed point of reference to try and understand yourself through comparison. Tell me, are you happy?” He asked.
“Yes, for your information, I am happy!” She yelled defensively.
“Are you happy?” He asked again.
“I said yes!” She barked.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes!”
“Are you happy?”
“YES!”
“Are you happy?” He asked yet again. Kelly didn’t reply, she only stared up into his eyes, biting her lip to the point where it almost started to bleed.
“Are you happy?” He asked one final time. As if suddenly being shot in the leg, Kelly collapsed onto her hands and knees, shaking at his feet.
“I… don’t know…” She whimpered.
“Are you happy when you inject a needle into your bruised forearm? Are you happy when you receive a failed grade? Are you happy when some guy you don’t even know empties his seed into you and then gets you off his deflating manhood like a used condom? Do they make you happy, or do they make you feel unhappy? Is there anything that makes you happy? Don’t you have friends to make you happy!”
“I DON’T KNOW! I don’t have any friends!” She shouted, covering her ears to try and block him out.
“But how could you not know? After all, you are you, who else would know what you are feeling? You are the only one who knows your emotions.” He hinted. Even with her ears covered, Jack’s voice reached her mind with unparalleled clarity.
“But I don’t know who I am!” She finally admitted.
“Exactly. You are afraid to be alone but you keep the idea of friends at a distance because you can’t connect with them when you don’t know what to say. So instead, you sleep with strangers because it gives you someone else to focus on, someone you can essentially mirror and who’s identity who can so briefly share. You know nothing about yourself, so you must cling to others to know what it is like to have an identity, but without being in any sort of relationship that involves the other person seeing who you truly are.
But instead of being what you would call “a slut”, you whore yourself out for money that you don’t need and don’t value. Prostitution is the oldest profession in the history of mankind, tracing back to the ape ancestors of the species. Even female chimpanzees will sell themselves in exchange for payment in the form of food. You could almost say that it is in the DNA, an ability carried within all females. You are aware of this, at least at a subconscious biological level, so you use prostitution as a way to get in tune with yourself and try to understand who and what you are in at least a physical sense. Pardon my language.
We had math class together yesterday before we met behind the gas station, you received a test with the lowest grade achievable, but it meant nothing to you. You don’t know how to feel happiness or shame, the two being emotions that help or harm the Self. You don’t know how to react to something, because in order to react, you would have to be someone. Instead you just let life happen, shrugging off the bad or the good to the faceless name of Kelly Ross, since you don’t know how to take anything personally.
Then you take drugs to alleviate the pain of ignorance. You are filled with curiosity every moment of every day, so you use hallucinogens to try and expand your perception so that you can look inward in the attempt the self-reflect, and if that doesn’t work, you use opiates to silence your mind and block out the world that you don’t understand and forget the self that you don’t recognize.” He summarized.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you being so mean?!” She shouted.
“I am not being mean. I am showing you clarity, the blunt truth that you have never before experienced. Like light to the eyes of someone who has been asleep, knowledge from an analysis of yourself shocks your mind. I am granting you a glimpse into who you are, I’m making you think with a part of your mind that you never used before, and that strain is causing what you believe to be pain. Is this not what you always wanted? What you feel is the exposure to something you’ve never experienced, completely different from the indifference to your life, the mind-numbing effects of drugs, and the mirror-like personality you use when you are selling your body.” He said. Kelly gave no reply, so he got down on one knee and gently grasped her shoulders.
“Think Kelly, is what you are feeling right now truly pain? No, it is an awakening, a metamorphosis brought on by the understanding I am giving you. You know it’s true, you want to hear more, you want to know more, and you want to better understand. This is your chance to finally figure out who you are, you just have to take your first step onto the right path.” He continued. Kelly took a deep breath and finally looked at him.
“What do I have to do?” She asked.
“You must find your Self, it is the essence of who you are and what makes you unique. However, in order to do that, you must first find your Superego, a Freudian term used to describe how you perceive yourself and your social identity. Before you can find your core, you must first find your surface. You must find what you display as who you are when you are with others. The Self is what makes you who you are, the Superego is what you perceive yourself to be.
Once you find your Superego, you must uncover whatever it was that hid it for so long. There is something that has been preventing you from understanding yourself, locked deep within your mind, and it is the key to finding the Self. Find the Superego, find the key that has been hiding the Superego, and use that key to find the Self. In order to complete the first task, you must clear your mind and your life of all distractions and hindrances. You must give up sex and physical relationships so that you can develop your identity, you must give up drugs so that you can clearly perceive your identity, and you must engage in others so that you can know how to use your identity.
Whether it will take a week or the rest of your life, this is something you must do if you ever want to be happy. If you do these, then you will become more than Kelly Ross, you will become more than the sum of your parts. Once you uncover your Self, you will truly understand all aspects of yourself and the existence in which you reside in. If you do this, you won’t be happy, you will go beyond happiness.” He instructed.
“Ok.” She said softly while taking a deep breath.
Kelly bolted up in bed, taking in every breath her lungs could fit. She was back in her room and the sky outside her window was turning pink as the sun approached the horizon. It had been a dream, it had all been a dream, but did that make it any less meaningful? If it was just a dream, then didn’t that mean that it was her own brain telling her to change? Looking down, she stared at her trembling hands for several seconds, for to her, it felt like she was looking at herself for the first time.

Jack opened his eyes as the sunlight passed through his room and began to chuckle lightly.
“Now to see if they will follow my advice. I just hope I didn’t mess with Victoria’s mind too much with that dream stuff.” He hummed.

“Jack, hey, good morning!” Victoria said cheerfully, waiting by the entrance to the school and surprising him as he stepped out of the cold.
“Ah, Victoria! Good morning to you as well!” He said as she walked over and wrapped both her arms around his left with their fingers interlaced. Jack chuckled softly.
“My, aren’t you affectionate today.” He teased, walking with her down the hall.
“Let’s just say that I slept really well last night. Hey, after school, can we talk?” She asked.
“Sure, but we could talk now.” Said Jack.
“I know, but I just want to make sure we can go somewhere to have absolute privacy.”
“Very well, I’d be happy to. I have to go to my locker before first period, I’ll see you in history class.” Jack agreed.
“Great, it’s a date.” She said, kissing him on the cheek and then briskly walking away. Jack reached up and placed his hand on the side of his face where she had kissed him.
“My, aren’t you affectionate today.” He repeated softly as he watched her disappear into the crowd.
“She’s crazy about you.” Said Kelly, approaching from behind. She had a small but warm smile on her face, as if having received a new lease on life.
“Hello Kelly. Yes, I picked it up almost immediately yesterday when she and I started talking. I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you. It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t be in a love triangle.” He said jokingly, making Kelly laugh.
“But you do have a lovely smile, especially a genuine one.” He complimented.
“Slow down newbie, I gave you my welcome-back special, that doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. You’re just a client, or a past client I should say.” She hummed.
“Oh, so you’re quitting the prostitution business?” Jack asked joyfully.
“Yeah, I just had a really vivid dream last night and I decided that I should make some changes. Besides, I won’t need the money since I quit using drugs and cigarettes.” She declared.
“Good, that is a great decision, and no matter what, be proud of yourself for making it. You haven’t had any withdrawal symptoms yet, have you?” He asked.
“They’re starting, I normally have a hit in the morning so my body is starting to get the shakes. But it feels a lot easier than it does when I normally just miss one, it feels… good.” She shrugged.
“Well I’m glad. I need to get to my locker, I guess I’ll see you around?” He congratulated.
“Sure.” She said. Standing up on her tiptoes, she leaned forward and hugged Jack tightly.
“Thanks for being a friend.” She whispered gratefully.
She then let go, smiled at him one last time, and then walked away. Jack chuckled softly and then set off in the opposite direction, wandering through the thick crowd of teens on his way to his locker. As he passed by the math wing, he spotted Tyler, talking to someone with his back to him. Approaching, he saw Tyler hand the Freshman some cash.
“This is all the money I took from you. Once again, I’d like to say I’m sorry and I hope you can one day forgive me.” He said with true honesty. Staring at the money, the teenage boy looked up at Tyler and nodded.
“I forgive you.” He said.
As Jack walked by, he patted Tyler on the back and said,
“You’re on the right path.”

“You wanted to talk to me?” Jack asked as he walked through the school parking lot towards Victoria, who was waiting for him on the hood of her car.
“Let’s talk in the car.” She said with a shift of her head. Breathing into his hands to warm his fingers, Jack got into the passenger seat of her car and two shivered in the cold compartment.
“Listen, I told you yesterday that I was really shy around guys, and that was true, but…” She said before trailing off. Smiling, Jack reached out and wrapped his hands around hers, making Victoria blush and smile.
“That was true, but it’s also true that I’ve… I’ve had this huge crush on you for years now. I was always too nervous to say anything before and I was devastated when you left. Now that you’re back and I’m able to truly appreciate the kind of guy you are, I was hoping that I could be your girlfriend.” She said timidly.
“Victoria…” Jack began, raising his hand and placing it on her cheek. Her whole face was blushing to the point of reaching the same shade as her hair from her embarrassment. At the gentle caress, Victoria shivered in happiness, practically melting in his hand.
“I have no idea how you feel about me. You said that you love everything, so I can’t help but wonder if you see anything special when you look at me. But I do know that my feelings for you are real, be they love or not. I want to be with you Jack, you’re the kindest and smartest man I’ve ever met, and you’ve had such a huge impact in my life in such a short time. Tell me, will you be my boyfriend?” She asked desperately.
Before answering, Jack leaned forward and gently kissed her, flooding Victoria with waves of warm bliss. It was just like in her dream, it was the same exact kiss. For ten seconds they kissed over and over again, but as soon as they started, they stopped and Jack pressed his forehead against hers, looking into deep into her eyes.
“I do see something special when I look at you, and it would be an honor to be your boyfriend. If you want this relationship to last the rest of our lives, then I will do everything I can to make sure this happens. I want to be with you.” He said warmly, nearly causing Victoria to cry tears of joy.
“Oh Jack.” She said before kissing him.
This time, as their lips touched and separated like an undulating yin and yang, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed with more passion, quickly causing the windows to fog up. Her fear of rejection gone and her heart more open than ever in her life, Victoria could feel her familiar horniness rushing through her body like floods of hot bubbling bath water, desperate to be released. Jack raised an eyebrow of interest as he felt Victoria’s soft wet tongue slip between his lips and wrap around his own with an indescribable delectability.
Almost ready to burst with horniness, Victoria grabbed Jack’s hand and placed it on her breast. Even through the multiple layers of clothes, the firm C-cup bosom had a softness and shape that could be immediately recognized, even to one who had never experienced it. Jack instantly gained an erection from the feel of her womanly form, and at the touch of his hand against one of her most sensitive and sensual places, Victoria’s pussy moistened in arousal. She couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted it right there and then. Reaching down beside the seat, she grabbed the reclining lever, about to set the seat back so he could get on top of her.
“Victoria, wait.” Jack said as she began to lean back while pulling him towards her.
“No, no waiting. Please, take me now.” She panted.
“Victoria, do you really want your first time to be in your car in the school parking lot?” He asked. Victoria bit her lip and sighed.
“No.” She finally admitted.
“One week, let’s wait one week. Seven days from now, I will give you anything and everything you desire. As the old phrase goes, I will rock your world. But until then, I want us to learn more about each other, so that on that night, when we bond, we will each truly know everything about who we are becoming one with. Before we make love, I want to change your feelings for me from just liking me to loving me.” He established. Victoria smiled.
“A man who wants to hold off sex for the sake of romance, there is nothing sexier to a woman than that. All right, one week from now, it’s a date. But under one condition: you have to make me cum until I pass out. Seriously, I want to pack all the sex we COULD have been having into that one night.” She said sweetly.
“Deal.” Jack laughed before kissing her one last time.

“So how have you been? You haven’t really talked to me in three days.” Jack asked, facing Kelly in the black-drop dreamscape in her mind.
“What are you talking about? It’s kind of hard to carry on a conversation with someone when the first half of the conversation occurs in your mind.” She sighed, sitting on the invisible ground.
“Ah, of course.” Jack nodded.
Kelly took a deep breath, shaking from head to toe. Even when asleep, she couldn’t get away from her withdrawal symptoms, and it was driving her up the wall. Normally she wouldn’t be able to even get out of bed with how far she was falling, but this was far easier than ever. Regardless, she felt like she was covered in fire ants every second of every day, and there was another aspect, one that she hadn’t encountered before. The pain struck her deep, deeper than she could have ever imagined.
“Well it’s pretty hard to focus when I feel like I’m stuck in a wood chipper.” She muttered with a nervous twitch.
“Tell me, is this pain different from other times?” Jack asked, walking over to her.
“Yeah, it’s… deep. It feels almost like I’m getting stabbed, but it’s not hurting until it hits me in the very center. Compared to this, the other times were a lot more powerful, but they could almost be called dull while this is sharp.”
“That is because your perception of pain as been changed. It has weakened in intensity because you have taken your first steps on the path of enlightenment. You have a true reason to quit drugs and your life has been changed. As for the “sharpness” you described, that is because you are truly aware of the pain. You are becoming aware of yourself, the pain you are experiencing is beginning to leak down into your core and come into contact with the Self. You could say that this is the first time you have truly felt real pain. While the pain is distracting, use it to find yourself, like using water to find leaks in a tire.
If I may offer you a suggestion, the next time you have a moment to yourself, try meditating. Focus on your senses, explore your sensations, move to the center of your perception and feel all in the universe around you.” He said cheerfully. Kelly nodded almost nervously.
“Ok, I’ll try.” She said almost nervously.
“And tomorrow, let’s have lunch.” He said. This made Kelly laugh.
“A figment of my imagination asking me for a date? These withdrawal symptoms are worse than I thought. Besides, everyone knows that Vicky girl has been clinging to you like glue. Sorry, but I don’t want her to claw my eyes out.”
“It’s Victoria. And don’t worry, she’s not the jealous type. Besides, you are my friend.” He answered.

The morning was warm, far warmer than usual for early December, with any fallen snow already melting in the dawn light and the remaining birds flying around with revitalized souls. Victoria was standing at Jack’s front door, straightening her hair and preparing for the conversation she would likely have with his parents. Jack lived three miles from the school, but always walked back and forth, even when he could easily take the bus. She lived a bit farther as it turned out, right down the road from him, a twenty minute walk at most.
Glad her backpack was light, Victoria knocked on the door and stood patiently while looking around. The Owen family had just moved back only a few days ago and the exterior showed it. The garage was open, showing several recycling bins full of crushed cardboard boxes, the lawn hadn’t been mowed in a long time, and the house just felt like it was still in the process of being personalized. Victoria quickly turned back to the door as it was opened, revealing Jack’s mother. She had Jack’s tall narrow frame and grey eyes, but pale-blond hair.
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Mrs. Owen, I’m Victoria Ellie, Jack’s girlfriend. I know that Jack normally walks to school, so I thought that I would join him this time while the weather is still good. I live just down the road actually. It’s very nice to meet you.” Victoria cheerfully said, causing Jack’s mother to light up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh my, Jack told us all about you! Please, come in! Oh, and just call me Laurie.” She said, standing aside and waving Victoria in.
“Thank you.” Victoria said gratefully, stepping inside and following Mrs. Owen into the kitchen, where Jack’s father was eating breakfast. He was shorter than Jack’s mother, but had the same head of grey hair, even though he was barely in his forties.
The house was still filled with boxes of stuff left to be unpacked, but it looked like the Owens had pretty much figured out where the key items were meant to go. Shelves had been put up, already filled with books and family pictures, furniture had been moved around and situated as to personal desire for appearance and comfort, and the house was quickly filling up with the family’s energy.
“Harold, this is Victoria, the girl that Jack has been talking about.” She said, causing Jack’s father to practically bolt from his chair.
“We’ve been hoping we’d get to meet you. I’m not sure whether I’m surprised or not that he has a girlfriend; he was always followed around by all the girls at his old school, but this is the first time he’s ever shown interest in return.” He said, reaching out and shaking her hand.
“Well I definitely consider myself lucky. I really hope he hasn’t left already, I wanted to walk to school with him since it’s so warm out.” She said.
“Oh no, you’re just in time. He’ll be down in just a second.” Said Laurie, just a moment before the sound of feet on stairs reached everyone’s ears. Smiling as usual, Jack came down into the kitchen and his grin widened when he saw Victoria.
“Ah Victoria, what a pleasant surprise. Taking advantage of the weather?” He asked.
“Yeah, I was thinking we could both walk to school. Come on, we’re going to be late.” She sighed happily, walking towards the door.
“Alright. Bye mom, dad, see you later.” Jack said, grabbing his backpack and following her outside.
“Have a good day you two!” Harold called before the door was closed.
“Came back to school just the other day and already has a girlfriend, he never stops surprising me.” He then said, sitting back down and taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“I just hope they stay together. Jack has never been truly sad before, I’d like it to stay that way. But she definitely seems like a sweet girl.” Said Laurie.

“It’s such a beautiful morning, especially for December. It feels like we completely skipped winter and have jumped into spring.” Victoria said, breathing in the fresh air. True to her words, the scent of fertile soil and livening plants was being carried on the wind and the birds were fluttering across the sky with new energy. It was like nature itself was reacting to the heat of the sun and waking back up.
“This winter has certainly been milder than I remember, but any warm sunny day in the winter is still a fresh blessing up here in Maine. Under the light of the sun, life is brought forth with new vigor, allowing the human spirit to flourish in tandem with the wildlife. I’m glad we get to have a day like this before nature once again falls asleep.” Jack hummed.
“How poetic.” Victoria said with a smile as she clung to his arm.
“The human heart is lifted not by material comforts, but by the sentimental value and the meaning in which they carry and what they give us. A child is happy when he gets a toy because it becomes the lightning rod for creativity, a man is thrilled when he gets a TV because of the view of the world that he receives with it, and a woman is overjoyed when she gets diamond jewelry because the amount of money spent on it shows how hard the man worked to try and find a way to show his love.
But me, I prefer the metaphysical to the physical. To me, hearing a beautiful poem or a majestic symphony is worth more than gold. We can live without material possessions, but we cannot live without the things that make a human life worth living, and those are the things that cannot be held.” He continued.
“Good, so now I know what to get your for your birthday.” Said Victoria.
“It’s coming right up, my birthday is on the 21st. Since I was born on the winter solstice, my parents named me Jack, as in Jack Frost.” He chuckled.
“Oh, well then maybe someday your nickname for me can be Mrs. Frost.” Victoria teased.
“Maybe.” Jack hummed.

“Oh Jesus, here comes Tyler.” Victoria said worriedly as the lumbering senior crossed the school campus. It was 7:25, school had started, and in five minutes, the three teenagers would be late for first period.
“Relax, he doesn’t want to fight me. Please go wait inside Victoria, he only wants to talk.” Jack said without worry or fear. Regardless, Victoria didn’t move.
“Victoria, I promise you, nothing bad will happen. Go, I’ll be in class in just a few minutes.” He assured her. Fearing for his safety but willing to obey, Victoria nodded and walked away from him towards the school, making sure she gave Tyler a wide girth.
“Ah, Tyler Deck, how can I help you?” Jack asked. Tyler came to a stop and bit his lip before answering.
“I wanted to apologize for hitting you the other day, and I’m sorry it took me so long to come and apologize. There are a lot of people in this school who’s forgiveness I need.” He said.
“I was never someone you had to apologize to. I let you hit me in order to help you, I should be thanking you for listening and letting me know that I was able to make a difference in someone’s life.” Jack responded calmly.
“But I still hit you and it had to hurt.” Tyler insisted.
“How many times must I repeat myself? Indeed it did hurt, the key was not minding that it hurt.” Jack laughed. Tyler scowled in confusion.
“Repeat yourself? But you only ever said it once before.” He stated, thinking back to when he had heard it in his dream. Jack gave another small laugh.
“Yes, you’re right. But listen to me Tyler, pain is not a negative, it is not a bad thing. Pain hurts, but it only harms when we let it. There is an unavoidable biological aspect to pain, but if you can come to terms with it, then pain looses all meaning, and if you can look beyond it, then you can give it a new meaning. Just like how masochists enjoy pain, you can lose all fear and weakness to pain if you can understand it and look beyond it at the greater view.
If you were to punch me in the nose right now, yes it would sting. I would stagger back, undoubtedly tearing up, and quite frankly it would hurt like hell. I can’t stop my body from hurting, but by changing the meaning that I put on pain, I can lessen the intensity and keep it from slowing me down. I can’t block pain, but I can perceive it in a less potent way. To me, a wound hurts because it sends signals to my brain, but never do I let fear invoke fear or anger, and it is in that struggle that real pain is experienced. Quite simply, I don’t mind it hurting, it doesn’t really affect me any more than a limb falling asleep or getting my feet stuck in the mud.
Understand this Tyler, because this will let you forgive yourself. Pain is unavoidable, but the intensity is up to us. We are nothing but atoms and energy, neither of which contain reason or meaning. The reason or meaning of everything we experience is created by our own minds. If you can realize this and I mean TRULY realize this, then even pain that has a social reaction loses its power over you. If you understand pain in its entirety, then even the most stigmatized pain can become truly harmless.” Jack explained. The third part of the explanation caught Jack’s attention and brought him back to the dream he had after meeting Jack for the first time.
“What do you mean ‘stigmatized pain’?” He asked. Jack sighed and wiped away his smile.
“Before I answer that, please know that everything I say, I do so carefully. Back before I returned to this school district, there was a girl I knew, a very dear friend of mine. I taught her everything I knew and helped her achieve enlightenment. One night, she was mugged and raped. When she went under a psychological evaluation, she said that the movie she went to was hilarious, the night was beautiful, and through her eyes, no harm was done to her. She admitted the sexual assault was painful, but only physically.
She was able to look past the social and psychological meaning of what had been done to her. She said she had asked herself a question. That question was, “what does this mean for me and only me”? In truth, she realized that it had very little. She was alive and nothing anybody could say or think could hurt her. The pain, yes it was unavoidable, but it was more than tolerable when she considered it not as an attack in terms of sexuality, but just harm inflicted from one person to another, carrying only what value she gave it. She told the social worker that since she cut out all social and psychological perception to what she was experiencing, she knew it was no different than a severe punch to the face, and it was the meaning of the act that was more dangerous than the act itself.
She said that her virginity had been taken in the process but that she didn’t mind, because it was up to her as to what that meant. Even if that was her first sexual experience, that didn’t mean it was her last, and it didn’t mean that every other time in her future couldn’t be with someone she loved. Yes, it had happened, and she could never change that, but when she said that there was no reason to let her affect her life, I knew that she wasn’t in denial or trying to hide from what had happened. She had truly mastered her trauma, even while it was happening, and she knew that the only true harm was when she gave the event meaning.
Last I heard, she transferred out of state and does volunteer work at women’s shelters, teaching them out to take the power out of their pasts and see themselves and only themselves, and not society or its labels.” Jack explained with gentle pride. Tyler gave a sad smile and took a deep breath, as if he was on the verge of crying.
“So she was ok with what happened?” He asked.
“Yes, because that is how she chose to see herself and what happened to her. She chose what she felt, what it meant to her, and how it affected her, and with that self-control, she was able to keep it from having any effect on her.” Jack answered.
“Did she forgive her rapist?” Tyler then asked.
“Yes. He was forgiven and he turned himself in out of guilt. Before he was sent to jail, she told him that she forgave him, and to wait for the time to come to forgive himself.” Jack said, giving one final nod and then walking away, leaving Tyler alone in the campus.

“Three more days, then we have the night of our lives.” Victoria purred in Jack’s ear.
It was the fourth day since their promise, and the new couple was eating lunch in the corner of the school cafeteria. The cafeteria was situated in the gymnasium, with individual tables instead of long benches. As expected, the cavernous room was practically shaking with the collective roar of a hundred conversations, so Jack and Victoria had tried to find the quietest spot.
“You have certainly lost your shyness around boys, and with much enthusiasm I might add. It seems that upon discovering the new world of male-female relationships, you’ve gained an insatiable desire to explore it.” Jack remarked.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She jokingly pouted.
“Good and bad only exist through human perception, in the end, there is only matter and energy.” Jack said.
“Really? You seem to loathe violence though.” Victoria said.
“Well I- Oh, Kelly. It’s nice to see you.” Jack began before being interrupted by the girl’s silent arrival. She had a tray of food in her hands and was nervously biting her lip.
“Do you think I could have lunch with you? I mean, I don’t want to intrude.” She asked.
“No, we’d be happy to have you. Right Victoria?” Said Jack. Victoria gained a wide smile that was as fake as a porn star’s tits.
“Sure, have a seat.” She said with daggers practically shooting from her eyes. As Kelly sat down, Jack began speaking.
“Victoria just asked me how I can hate violence when I don’t believe in either good or bad. In truth, the concepts of good and bad exist only as long as there is a mind to give them meaning.” He said.
“But then why do you help people if you don’t believe in good?” Kelly asked.
“Like I said, they only exist as long as there is a mind to give them meaning. However, down at the atomic level, there is no such thing as a negative or positive outside of protons and electrons. There is no such thing as luck or misfortune in this material universe, it is only how they are perceived that they are giving meaning and worth. I see the lives of people not as trails of misfortune that need a helping hand, but as unfilled potential that I can cultivate. I see an incomplete life that I can hopefully christen by granting them the ability to understand themselves, for it is from the Self that all happiness is born. It is not people or events that make us happy, but the value we add to them that stoke the fires of happiness within our hearts, so if you can uncover the Self, then you can control the source of happiness.
I do good things simply because I choose to. No good deed can be performed without a cost to oneself, even if it is a single calorie burned while opening a door for someone. However, while I am aware of that fact, I look beyond that unavoidable cost as to what it means on the grander scale. And like I said, good and bad are human constructs, so is it not a social positive to do whatever you can to make others happy? Even if our concepts of positive and negative are nothing but a metaphysical speck in the entirety of creation, that ideal is it’s own realm with it’s own values while still maintaining the laws of creation. By that fact, if making people happy is an infinitely small sliver of the goings on in the universe, does that make it any less real?” He explained with a calm easy going tone, making the two women smile in admiration and adoration.
‘He may not be the same Jack as in my dreams, but that doesn’t matter. As long as what I perceive to be Jack is helpful, then Jack is in fact helping me, even if he isn’t aware of it.’ Kelly thought.
“So Victoria, Kelly, do you two know each other?” Jack then asked.
“Well we’ve been in this school system for years, so of course we know each other. But this has been the first time we’ve ever really sat down together and talked. I guess we’ve always just had different interests and hobbies.” Victoria said while scooting closer to Jack. The last sentence was spoken with clear spite, turning Kelly’s smile into a smirk.
“Yeah, we were just too different people. I was a loner and she always needed to have her friends at all times. It was just an issue of who would have gotten more out of who.” Kelly said smugly. Victoria fake smile almost began to twitch.
“Well I wouldn’t really call it needing my friends at all times. I just like being with people who made me happy and I was never TOO eager to please the boys. What about you Kelly, do you have any friends? Other than boyfriends I mean?” Victoria asked.
“I’ll have you know that Jack has become a good friend of mine. I’m on good terms with all the guys I’ve hung out with.” Counter Kelly, causing the blood to drain from Victoria’s face as she turned to Jack.
“Jack, tell me you didn’t…” She murmured.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I just gave him a welcome-back blowjob. I’m sure you can handle the rest.” Kelly said smugly as she started eating her lunch. Her face flushed with anger, Victoria got up and stormed out of the cafeteria.
“I would have preferred you didn’t do that.” Jack said with a hint of sadness, instantly filling Kelly with guilt.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. Look, I didn’t want to do it either, it’s just that… when someone is pushing you, you HAVE to get the last word.” She said sheepishly.
“It’s ok, I’m sure Victoria won’t be mad at me for too long.” He said cheerfully.
“She will if you don’t go after her! Seriously, what are you still doing here?” Kelly yelled.
“Oh, right. Well Kelly, it was still nice having lunch with you.” Jack said before quickly running off to find Victoria.
“I got to hand it to him, he sure knows how to keep his cool.” Kelly chuckled.

Victoria was pacing back and forth in front of the school, muttering to herself while blushing with anger. Victoria turned as she heard the door opening, expecting it to be a teacher telling her that she had to come back inside, but instead was face to face with Jack. This was actually the first time she had ever seen him without a smile.
“You’re angry.” He said.
“Yes, I’m angry!” She exclaimed as he walked over.
“Please, speak your mind.” Jack queried. Victoria inhaled, trying to pick the words she’d need.
“I never expected you to be the guy who’d pay fifty bucks to get sucked off by a whore. It looks like you’re not the kind of guy I thought you were. Everyone knows the kind of stuff she does, she’s the biggest whore in school! She’s had sex with more than three quarters of all the boys in school and gave blowjobs to almost all of them! She basically hunts freshmen so that she can get them off before they learn about her.” She hissed.
“Actually it was twenty bucks, and I paid her to talk, not for oral sex. She called me over while I was walking home and she began talking to me. When I started asking questions, she got defensive and told me to leave. I wanted to keep talking her, I saw an opportunity to be of help. I gave her twenty dollars to continue talking to me and pulled me behind the gas station. I told her that she didn’t have to do it if she didn’t want to, but she insisted. She said, and I quote “Call it the obligation of a slut.” I would have preferred if she didn’t.” Jack explained.
“But you didn’t exactly push her off, did you?” Victoria reluctantly said, with much of her fire gone.
“Kelly has been living with an identity crisis for her entire life, she uses sex to try and fill the void in her life from not knowing who she is by focusing on someone else. She’s similar to a chameleon that is unaware of its original color. I didn’t stop her because I knew it was the only time she would lower her defenses. She would need to open herself up mentally so that she could feel connected, and only then would my words have any real effect on her. If I hurt you, I am sincerely sorry. I simply wanted to help her.” Jack explained, with more sadness in his voice than ever.
Victoria thought back to when Jack had faced off with Tyler, how he had offered to serve as a punching bag.
“You would really do anything to help someone, no matter what? I guess I should expect that from you, even when getting a blowjob from someone, you do it in order to help someone else.” She said sadly with tears beginning to roll from her eyes. Jack took a step closer to her and lifted her chin
“Why are you really angry?” He asked, wiping away her tears.
“Why should I tell you? You probably already know. That’s your talent, right?” She asked bitterly.
“Indeed I do, but if you don’t admit to it and face it, it will continue to eat away at you and build resentment in your heart. Please, let’s settle this now.” He asked, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close with her face buried in his chest.
‘This… this is the same way he held me in my dream…’ She realized, feeling the words rising within her and sudden clarity within her mind.
“I was mad because I wanted to be your first. I was terrified this would happen, that I would be petrified like in middle school and unable to stop some other girl from getting you before me. Then on your first day, you get snatched by the worst of them all.” She whispered.
“I’m sorry Victoria, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” Jack said while kissing the top of her head.
“Please, just promise me that from now on, you won’t do anything like this again. As long as we’re together, don’t kiss, have sex with, or get a blowjob from any other women, even if it is to help them.” She asked.
“You know, when you say it like that, it really makes me sound like an asshole. Very well Victoria, I promise to do my best not to cheat on you.” He chuckled, making her laugh.
“Well, I’m sorry for overreacting. I just really care about you Jack, it’s only been four days and I think I love you.” She purred.
“Thank you. Just please, be nice to Kelly. She’s a changed person and I’m trying to help her.”

“I was hoping to have another dream like this.” Victoria murmured, opening her eyes and looking out across the starless space. She was lying on an invisible surface, the same surface in which Jack was walking across to reach her.
“Victoria, my Victoria, have far have you come in understanding yourself?” He asked lovingly as he crouched down beside her a brushed a lock of her scarlet hair out of her angelic face.
“I have been thinking about what you said in that other dream, and I’ve been asking myself over and over again why it has taken me so long to develop feelings for someone.” She whispered sleepily, reaching up and clutching his hand as he stroked her cheek.
“And what have you come up with?” He asked.
“I’m afraid to be hurt by others… but it’s more than that. I’m afraid to love and be loved by a man and be in a romantic and physical relationship. But I don’t know why I’m so afraid.” She answered.
“But then why do you love me?” He asked.
“Because you’re different. You’re kinder and wiser than anyone I’ve ever met. I don’t understand you, but I’ve never felt safer with anyone else.” She said.
“But you love your friends and you have so many of them. Why are you so quick to be open with them, but normally so hesitant about opening up to a man?” He hinted. Victoria bit her lip and pondered the question, delving deep into her subconscious for the answer.
“It’s because you don’t understand people, isn’t it?” He concluded with a calm smile, causing Victoria’s eyes to widen as a small flash of light popped in her mind, like the retrieval of a lost memory that she had been searching for agonizingly.
“You’ve never quite felt at home with people, but you are a social person. You use your friends as a never-ending psychology and sociology experiment, studying them like animals so that you can integrate with them and understand them. You are open with your friends and family because you see it as a way to delve deeper into their world, to get a better chance to truly know what it is like to be one of them. You feel like an alien studying humans, thrilled when they finally let you into their society. However, you are afraid to get romantically involved, because you still don’t feel completely comfortable around them. You are afraid to let something so different enter so deep into your heart.
That’s why you love me, because my kindness creates a safe environment for your heart to truly reveal itself. You see me as different from everyone else, just like you, and because you see us both as not fitting into the human demographic, you believe us to be one in the same. This is why you’ve never had any sexual feelings for anyone but me, because you feel like I am the only one who you can truly love and be loved by. When I left, that is when you developed your insatiable habit or self-pleasure, because you needed to unleash those sexual desires in some direction, but with me gone, there was no one left but yourself. It wasn’t narcissism, it was unfamiliarity with the idea of being with others and being uncomfortable with guys.” He explained.
Victoria took a shuddering breath once he was done speaking, feeling like a key had just been unlocked in her mind and revealing a colossal truth that had always been right in front of her, but that she had never been aware of.
“You’re right, you’re completely right. But what should I do?” She murmured.
“You must find out what it is that makes you feel different from others. In truth, everyone is an individual, but the only real divisions we face are the ones we create ourselves…” He began. Around them, sparks of light began to appear in the darkness, solidifying into a starry sky with streaks of colored dust and gas stretching out across all of creation in the form of galaxies and nebulae.
“Life is a unique thing, it is a form of energy seen in no other aspect of existence. We are all made of atoms with each and every occurrence in our bodies being a chemical or electrical reaction. And yet, there is something else that makes life what it is, what makes it unique to all the planets and stars that float in the vacuum of space. But even with how special it is, all life is undeniably the same. We all have the same energy, the same worth, the same value, and the same path to death.
Even across the universe with every planet that can support organisms, life is really no different than what it is to us. We are all made of the same matter, the same energy. The only differences are the ones we create through our own perception and opinions. No two humans are exactly alike, no two dogs are exactly alike, no two insects are exactly alike, and no two bacteria are exactly alike. We are all individuals, but we all fit together into the category of life, all of us essentially the same unless we wish to be.
Victoria, you see yourself as different from others because your parameters are small. But if you look out across the grandest scale that your mind can comprehend, then you’ll see that you are no different than the ants beneath your feet. We are all living, does anything else matter? If you can fully accept this and find out what caused you to erect barriers around yourself in the first place, then you will be on your way to discovering your Self.” He hummed.
“Alright, I’ll do that. But before this dream ends, can you do me one favor?” She asked.
“Of course, what?” He replied. Smiling sweetly, Victoria reached up and placed her hand on Jack’s cheek.
“Make love to me. I know I agreed with the real Jack that we’d wait seven days, but I want to turn this dream into a fantasy.” She pleaded. Jack smiled and kissed her.
“I’d love to.” He said before kissing her again.
Without separating her lips from his, Victoria laid out on her back and Jack moved on top of her, suspending himself over her while their tongues danced and swirled around each other. The two of them humming in arousal, Jack slowly reached down and slipped his hand underneath Victoria’s nightgown, pulling it up and revealing her white panties, already damp from her excitement. One handedly, Jack slowly and gently removed the lingerie, sliding it down her long smooth thighs before she gently kicked it off. Just like in real life, Victoria’s slit was mostly devoid of hair, save for the porn star landing strip.
Excited and yet shy, Victoria had her legs closed with her thighs rubbing against each other, shaking all over as Jack placed his hand on her flat belly and moved it down, running his middle and ring finger along the lips of her pussy. Victoria nearly arched her back from that simple touch, overjoyed at the feeling of finally having someone else touch her down there. Jack moved his fingers back and forth, stroking the two soft lips teasingly and driving her wild with excitement. Were they not kissing, she would beg him to go farther.
As if reading her mind, Jack moved his fingers, this time with the ring and index moving up the lips with his middle finger running between them, gently stroking the entrance to her insides while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. With the seconds ticking by, Jack’s fingers picked up in speed and strength with their movements, sending waves of erotic bliss through Victoria’s body as all of the right spots were hit in perfect sequence.
‘I guess this proves that he really is just a figment of my imagination, he knows how to get me going just as well as I do.’ Victoria thought as Jack inserted his middle finger into her pussy, drawing a moan of euphoria as he stirred her insides with each movement of his hand. Even though she had spent countless hours fingering herself, Jack’s fingers felt so much bigger and stronger. It was almost a completely new sensation, like she was already getting fucked.
Going even further, Jack inserted his ring finger as well, working them both inside her while using his index and little finger to continue stimulating the lips. From there, his movements increased in speed and strength, driving Victoria wild with lust while always staying gentle enough so as not to become uncomfortable. It was as if Jack knew what she wanted before she did. Already, Victoria’s inner thighs and Jack’s hand were soaking wet from her juices, which were beginning to drip onto the invisible surface they were laying on. Moving his hand so fast that it was practically a blur, Jack pushed Victoria over the edge and triggered an ecstatic orgasm, causing her to arch her back like an exorcism patient and end their kiss so that she could moan like an opera singer to the swirling universe around them.
“Oh my god, that was the greatest orgasm of my life.” She panted.
“Good, I’m glad.” He said. Smiling Victoria grasped his wet and pulled it up to her face so that she could lick his fingers clean.
“Jack put it in me. I want to feel your cock.” Victoria groaned ravenously.
“Are you sure you don’t want more foreplay?” Jack offered. Victoria giggled at the suggestion.
“Such a gentleman. No, the real Jack and I will do everything for our real first time. I just want something to hold me over until then, and I’m rather curious as to what my imagination will give me.” She said tenderly before kissing Jack. Sitting up, the young man undressed while Victoria removed her nightgown and bra, the two of them completely naked in the heart of space.
Looking down upon Victoria’s beautiful body, Jack was rock-hard and ready to burst with excitement, though he kept it hidden behind his calm smile. She was so gorgeous, practically radiant with beauty and youth and burning with adolescent sexuality. He had to be careful, for under no circumstances did he want her to be harmed. Victoria on the other hand was unable to restrain herself, and was writhing teasingly as she looked at Jack’s erect member. Once again holding himself over her, Jack wrapped one arm around Victoria and used his free hand to guide his manhood to the moist lips of her slit. Feeling the warm head pressed against her virgin pussy, Victoria trembled in excitement. Never before had anyone touched her there or in such a way, and even if this was just a dream, even if she would wake up and her body would be exactly the same, this was still her first time.
“Jack, I love you.” She murmured softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you too Victoria.” He whispered in her ear while slowly pushing his phallus inside her.
Immediately, Victoria began panting heavily and gagging in a mix of pleasure and pain as he entered her. No matter how long or hard she had fingered herself, she had never been able to achieve a filling sensation like this. She always worried that she was leaving her pussy too loose with how long she pleasured herself, but with this, she had no idea she was this tight! She felt like he was going to split her open! But every time she was about to say stop or slow down, Jack would obey her before she could even form the words in her mind. Jack didn’t grunt, moan, or wince as he worked himself into her. Regardless of how tight she was, he truly felt like he was seeing her true self, and it was beautiful.
“Here it comes.” Jack warned, reaching her hymen.
“Do it baby.” Victoria whispered, holding onto him for dear life.
With one gentle yet undeniably powerful shove, Jack forced his entire cock into her pussy, tearing her hymen and burying his cock in her up to the base. Victoria hollered out to the starry sky from the deflowering, but as soon as it had happened, the pain melted away. For the first time in her life, she felt truly linked to someone, truly bound. Just by penetrating her body, she felt like Jack had penetrated her very soul and he could feel him within her. She felt like she belonged to him, and she felt impatient in the sudden need to do this in real life. She wanted to feel it, she wanted to give her true physical self to him and become his. She wanted her soul to merge with the real Jack’s.
Pulling out, Jack revealed a layer of blood on the shaft of his penis, glistening like liquid rubies from Victoria’s lost virginity, and with the slow removal, Victoria released her held breath. Jack then pushed himself back into her, drawing a deep grunt from Victoria as he once again stuffed her. Moving back and forth, Jack began thrusting into Victoria with a steady rhythm, shaking her and pushing her back each time he worked himself into her. The breathing of the two teenagers was heavy as they took the position inscribed into their very genes, moving back and forth in sexual harmony.
Now used to the feeling of Jack inside her, Victoria spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, granting him better access. Swinging his lower body forward to continue fucking her, Jack leaned down and they locked lips, kissing sensually with their tongues in each other’s mouths. Quickly Jack began to pick up speed as per Victoria’s unknown desire and was forced to end their kiss. Holding himself up above her, Jack continued thrusting into her while the two lovers just stared into each other’s eyes and panted in each other’s faces.
“Jack, I’m going to cum. Do it with me.” Victoria panted.
“Alright.” He replied, slightly stabilizing his speed and thrusting into her at a steady but strong rate. Each time Jack’s cock slammed the deepest corners of her inside, Victoria could feel that familiar trembling warmth building up in her body and that indescribable pressure, while Jack worked to contain himself, waiting for Victoria to break the threshold so that he could join her.
Finally, Victoria released a euphoric moan as the floodgates of pleasure were opened, signaling for Jack to release his reserves, As Victoria’s pussy grabbed his cock and flooded it with her juices, Jack fired jet after jet of semen into her, pouring every single drop he had. Both of them empty, Victoria became limp and Jack lowered himself to catch his breath while being careful not to put his weight on her. Nearly delirious from her orgasm, Victoria stared up into the starry sky, gazing at the clouds of rainbow dust and gas and the swirling galaxies, all surrounded by pinpricks of twinkling light.
“This is heaven.” She panted.
“If that is how you see it, then indeed it is.” Jack replied.
“Thank you, thank you for everything.” She murmured.
“Thank you for letting me make you happy.” Said Jack as he held himself back up and kissed her one last time.
Victoria’s eyes bolted open and the feel of her pillow and sheets told her immediately that she was back in bed with her hand between her legs and her pussy practically shaking from multiple orgasms. With a smiling blush, she fluffed her pillow and settled in, exhausted from making love.

In his room, Jack smiled and opened his eyes.
“Victoria, you truly have a beautiful soul. Thank you. Now, I should see how Kelly is doing.” He said.

Kelly was lying in darkness, curled up in a fetal position and sobbing harder than ever in her life. Jack was standing behind her, devoid of his usual smile.
“You didn’t tell me it would hurt this bad!” She cried. Taking a deep breath, Jack sat down and placed his hand on her shoulder.
“You tried to meditate when you were alone in your room, you tried to find your center, where all of your pain was going. When you finally found it, every act you’ve committed suddenly slammed against your mind, unleashing years of pent up guilt and shame. Until now, you never really felt those things because you had not established an identity to feel harm. Now that you’ve become aware of who you really are, it’s like a whole life’s worth of memories has suddenly come crashing back. The only reason why you’re here now is because you cried yourself to sleep.” He murmured sadly.
“All those things, all those horrible things, what kind of twisted freak am I?! I’m just a disgusting whore that should die from an overdose!” She howled.
“No Kelly, there is nothing wrong with you. You can no more be blamed for the things you did than an amnesiac not recognizing his family. You were trying to save yourself, it was your coping mechanism to deal with the hole in your heart created by not knowing who you were. Don’t be ashamed of your past, for nothing you have done can leap through time and harm you unless you let it. Move forward Kelly, you’ve seen the error in your ways and are trying to recreate who you are. Doesn’t that make up for your mistakes? Doesn’t that deserve you giving yourself a second chance at a new life?” He asked.
“I hate myself, I should just die.” She cried.
“If you hate yourself, then that means you desire change and finally have the ability to do so. Is this not the greatest opportunity to finally turn your life around and become a new person? Kelly, events shape who we are, but only because we react to them and define them. Some might not even acknowledge what would traumatize others because of how they view it and themselves. If you can change your view of your past, then you can change who you are in your present and future.”
“How? How can I ever live with what I’ve done? How can I ever look at myself in the mirror without wanting to throw up and slit my wrists?” She whispered, having run out of tears to shed.
“By finding your Self. Right now you have expanded your world to become vulnerable to your perception, just like with everyone else, but your view is still too small for you to see the grander scheme and the truth of yourself. If you can find your Self, then you will understand everything and will be able to control what you feel. Before, you were basically lying on the ocean floor like a stone, now you are floating in limbo, but in order to be happy, you must swim to the surface and breathe the fresh air. Find your Self, and you will see your past for what it really is.” He said softly.
“And what is that?” Kelly murmured.
“It is whatever you make of it.” He replied. Kelly slowly sat up but with her back to him.
“But how am I supposed to find my Self? I don’t even know who I am, other than a disgusting whore and a drug addict. Why shouldn’t I just kill myself as soon as I wake up.” She asked bitterly. Sighing, Jack stood up and walked past her.
“Now is not the time to speak of life and death. If you want to kill yourself, that is your choice and I will never judge you. However, before you end your life, shouldn’t you do so only after you’ve fully understood the life you are taking? Don’t you owe it to yourself to truly know everything that makes you who you are before you end your life?” He asked, looking away from her.
“”But I don’t know how…” She said, drawing fresh tears.
“Then to help you, I shall give you two gifts.” Jack said as he raised his hand.
Hovering in the empty space before them, a diagram of light appeared, about the size of a tennis court. It consisted of eleven circles, five in a vertical line with a vertical line of three on each side. Each circle had three or more bridges connecting it to the ones closest to it so that it formed a symmetrical web. However, the last circle only had one bridge, leading up to the circle directly above it. Moving down, the circles read Keter, Chokmah, Binah, Da’at, Hesed, Gevurah, Tiferet, Netzah, Hod, Yesod, and Malkuth.
“This is the Kabbalah, also known as the Tree of Life. You could say it is one of the first schools of thought, originally adopted into Judaism, and used to describe the path to God and to explain the creation of everything. It is essentially the root of all religion. However, it also serves as a good map to enlightenment, and that is why it is one of my favorite pieces of art and ideals. I see it not as the property of one religion, but the key to the mind.
The first Sephirot, Keter, means crown. It refers to all things outside of human comprehension, be it the divine or just the size of the universe. If you can understand how little you truly understand and appreciate your place in the universe, you achieve it. The second, Chokmah, means wisdom and is associated in the soul with the power of intuitive insight, flashing lightning-like across consciousness. Binah, understanding, ideas set to form. Da'at, an unofficial Sephirot on the Tree of Life, could be considered the Self’s place in the universe. It is the origin of physical creation, as opposed to the previous sephirot, which are entirely spiritual and intellectual.
Hesed, kindness and love, the active principle initiating action. Gevurah, strength, the ability to move forward into the future. Tiferet, beauty, the ability to see the light in everything. Netzah, victory. It is leadership, perseverance, and endurance putting higher concepts into action. Hod, submission, is the ability to see value and know your own value. Yesod, foundation, is the cornerstone and the balance to all the sephirots. Malkuth, kingship, is physical existence and expressing the concepts of all the sephirot feeding into it.
Use this to figure out your path to nirvana and what the Self is.” He explained.
“And the other gift?” She asked with the entire speech having just completely gone through one ear and come out the other. Smiling, Jack walked over to her and got down on one knee in front of her.
“I will cure you of all the scars of your past life, both from your addictions and your former profession, so that you may start anew.” He said, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead.
Kelly bolted up in bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat. Wait, something was different, she felt… better, a lot better. Her whole body felt weightless and drained of a pain she hadn’t even been noticing. Her withdrawal symptoms, they were gone! Turning on her bedside lamp and getting out of bed, she walked over to the mirror in her room and stared at her reflection, in awe of the sight that greeted her. All the damage that hard drugs had done to her face and body were completely gone; her hair looked like a model’s in a shampoo commercial, her skin was a healthy tan and tight and smooth with youth, her eyes, teeth, and nails had regained their original color, he nose had lost of all of its cocaine scars, and her arms were completely devoid of injection bruises. She was completely cured of everything she had done to herself, to the point where it looked like none of it had ever happened.
With tears of joy rolling down her face, Kelly fell to her knees and cried. She had her beauty back, her life back, her self-esteem back. Jack had said that he would cure her of the damage from her addictions and former profession, which meant that her STDs were gone as well, and maybe even her virginity had returned. Not only that, but he had given her information that she had never known or heard before. What had been happening in her mind weren’t dreams, they were real, all of it completely real. Jack, whoever or whatever he was, he had been helping her all this time, both in her mind and outside it as the same person.

“Tyler Deck, I see you have made some progress.” Jack said calmly, walking across the black dreamscape to the senior, sitting on the invisible ground.
“Not really. No matter how much I think about everything I’ve been told, I can’t get the sight of my sister being violated out of my mind, I can’t stop hearing her screams. She was raped and murdered and I didn’t protect her. She suffered an agonizing and humiliating death and it’s all my fault. I could do nothing but watch and listen as one of our attackers pinned me to the ground. I was too weak to keep her safe, too cowardly to save her. Besides, I don’t see how talking back to a dream is going to help me.” He cursed.
“Even after all that you’ve learned, you fail to see the value in the words of a dream? Tyler, if this truly is a dream, then doesn’t that mean you are having a conversation directly with your subconscious? Is this not the greatest source of guidance that you can find?” Jack asked, holding his arms out to his sides.
“It’s not real.” Tyler muttered. Jack lowered his smile, knowing that he could no longer be passive with this.
“It’s only not real because you don’t want it to be real. You are afraid of confronting your subconscious because you loathe yourself. You hide from yourself, not wanting to face the truth. You say you were pinned down, and if multiple culprits mugged you, then they were probably armed. You were thirteen, you and your sister didn’t stand a chance against them. Even if you had managed to get enough adrenalin pumping through your veins to free yourself from the grip of one of your attackers, you would have been unable to save your sister. You would have been killed and she would have been forced to watch you die while she was raped.” He stated.
“Shut up!” Tyler yelled.
“There was nothing you could do Tyler, and that is the truth, the truth that you have known all these years but ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t do anything to help her, it’s that you couldn’t do anything to help her. You wanted someone to blame, something with meaning, something other than the cruelty of your attackers. You had to feel like there was a reason for it to happen, because you couldn’t accept that your sister had been taken without any purpose or meaning.”
“I told you to shut up!” Tyler roared, getting up and grabbing Jack by the collar.
“Do you know why rape victims will at times believe that what happened to them was their fault? It is because they ask themselves what could have been done to prevent their attack. Could they have screamed louder, fought back harder, or just made some other decision? You are the same way; you had to believe that something could have been changed. That is the source of your fear of losing power, the first power; the power to have done something in the past.
You need to feel like you had power at one time or another, that it is better to have power taken away from you than to never have it at all. It is your safety net against the idea that anything can happen at any reason, that life is unfair, that sometimes you can be nothing but the victim. You hate yourself because you want to feel like you had the capability to do something to help your sister. You want to feel like you at least had a chance, that someone or something gave you the opportunity to fight. But instead, there was nothing. No god or angels have a plan for your, there is only the material world and what you perceive to be luck. That is your greatest fear, that you have no power in any aspect of your life, and that everything that happens is brought on without any reason or purpose.” Jack said dryly and without emotion.
With shaky hands, Tyler let go of Jack’s collar. The words had struck him, finally hitting a nerve. In Tyler’s mind, he was mulling over Jack’s words and feeling it untangling years of strangled thoughts.
“It is a problem of reliance, you need someone or something to serve as a scapegoat, a buffer zone between you and an event in which you are protected by the ability to do something or can be used to explain away that event as “I could have done something”. You need to feel like there is some kind of plan for you, be it God’s or someone else’s. You need to feel like there is some sympathetic mind that wants things to be fair for you. You are terrified of being left entirely alone to your own devices, completely unprotected from the mindless occurrences of the universe. You need life to follow the rules, for things to be fair, for there to be a chance where you can change what happens. But in truth, there is nothing you can do.” Jack said.
Tyler turned away, shaking from head to toe. Thinking back through his entire life, he could see the “buffer zone” that Jack had mentioned. He could see how at the core of everything, good and bad, his perception had relied on the believed fact that God or karma or something with some semblance of care was looking out for him in this unforgiving world.
“What am I supposed to do? Just accept that I’m the universe’ bitch?” He asked. Jack regained his smile and held out his hand, summoning forth an encompassing view of space with stars and galaxies swirling around them, above them, and below them.
“You are no more helpless than the rest of life and every atom in the universe. In truth, we are all under the control of time, and in a sense, powerless. Everything that occurs is predestined, scheduled in the flow of time before the event even takes place. Every chemical reaction, every transference of energy, every movement and thought, all are the one and only path of time. The future is set in stone.” He said with a calm cheerfulness while standing with his back to Tyler.
“So what, every decision is meaningless? Life is completely devoid of purpose?” He asked.
“Quite the contrary. Just because something is guaranteed by time to happen, doesn’t mean it happens on its own. Everything that happens can only happen when every variable is at the perfect point. Let’s say you are deciding which college you are going to attend. In reality, the choice has already been made as dictated by time. It is the decision you make, therefor it is the only decision you could have made. It is the singular reality that nothing can deviate from. However, before you consciously made that choice, time required that you think it over thoroughly and evaluate everything you know. It is required that you make this choice, for you can not wonder which college you will attend and arrive at that college without having picked it. The choice you made was inevitable and unavoidable, but it could only be made because you had the proper mental comprehension to have been able to make the choice.
Everything that happens in reality is because of time, but time relies on reality in order for the variables to inevitably fall in place.”
“So you’re saying that everything that happens only happens because it is possible?”
“Exactly. Every event in the universe has an infinite number of variables, and with each and every event, the variables change so as to support the current event. An event WILL occur, but only because it is the one and only possible path, as designated by all the variables. Imagine there is a building under construction, and according to time itself, that building WILL be completed by a certain date, as dictated by the maximum efficiency outcomes. Now, since that is true, you can be guaranteed that there will be no late deliveries of supplies, no mistakes in the creation, and no disturbances in the plan. According to time, that building will be completed, but it will require the materials and engineers without question. The building won’t just be “completed” with the top five floors missing because time said it would be completed on that date.”
“So does that mean it is possible for someone to see the future?” Tyler asked, trying to wrap his mind around the physics lecture.
“Only if that person was meant to see the future. If someone has a vision about the future, that is only because they were meant to, as according to the script of time. If they take that information and use it to change the future, then what they saw wasn’t really the future, and what they are doing to change what they thought is the future is actually allowing the true future to take place, as dictated by time. Time itself is simultaneous, everything occurring at the exact same moment. Both beginning and end at a single point in time. Since organisms are the only things that are actually aware of time and all time is simultaneous, then perhaps organisms have the ability to look out across all of time, or just witness a fake prediction.”
“Alright, so what does this have to do with me and my sister?” Tyler asked impatiently. Jack turned back to him.
“We’ve already established that you have a fear of having absolutely no control over reality, and through the reality of time itself, we can prove that fact. Tyler, what happened to you and your sister was literally unavoidable as dictated by time. You believe you could have fought them off or even made a pre-emptive situation, but since that didn’t occur, it wasn’t possible. What transpired on that night was the one and only path of reality, nothing else could have happened. Your sister was meant to die. There was no meaning, no divine being with a personal opinion as to the cruelty of rape or how your life should be fair. What happened was just a destined occurrence, no more unique than the destined chemical reactions taking place between every single atom. This conversation we are having now was in fact unavoidable, since it is in fact taking place.
Tyler, you must come to accept this fact. Every thought passing through your mind while listening to me was inevitable as dictated by time. You must realize that it is impossible for any other alternate outcome to take place, that in any event, there is something that you could have or should have done. What happened was unavoidable, and even the simplest alternatives were ultimately impossible to achieve. In the end, if you do something that will have an outcome, then that outcome was guaranteed. Never again wonder if there was something you should have or could have done, because the fact that you did what you did means that there were no alternatives, Even while mulling over the decision to do something, every thought that enters your mind was already predestined for the inevitable decision you make.
This is what you must do. However, I think I’ve made it clear that whatever you do, whether you do it or not, was what you were meant to do.”

Kelly stood nervously by the entrance of the school, waiting for Jack and Victoria to arrive. Students surging for the warmth of the school gave her quizzical looks, surprised that she was out in front of them like this. Even though she had given up her self-destructive ways and had been trying to be more social, she wasn’t normally this out and the open. Plus… she looked good. She looked truly healthy and had regained her lost beauty. The weather was exceptionally bitter, well below freezing with a harsh wind and thick dark clouds that made it look like the sun still had not risen. As the last of the stragglers entered the school, the sound of Jack and Victoria’s voices reached her, Jack’s voice laced with its normal carefree peacefulness and Victoria’s laughs as clear as a bell.
“December has finally arrived, that walk was brutal.” Victoria said with chattering teeth, jumping up and down and rubbing her legs to try and get some warmth burning inside her skinny-fit jeans.
“I’m sorry. I guess we could ride the bus from now on.” Jack said with a guilty smile.
“Screw the bus, we’re juniors, I’ll drive.” Victoria said with a wry smile.
“Ah, Kelly, good morning.” Jack said, stepping into the light passing through the glass doors of the school.
Upon seeing Kelly, Victoria was defensive, wrapping her arm around Jack’s. Kelly hadn’t been in school the day before, no one knew why, and Jack hadn’t said anything. Her skepticism was understandable. However, as she got a closer examination, her look of masked territorialism was replaced with piqued curiosity, with Victoria cocking her head to one side like a cat spotting a fluttering moth. She was analyzing Kelly’s face, noting the lack of premature lines from drugs and the return of her healthy color. Something had happened between this morning and when they had lunch the other day, something that not even makeup could replicate.
“Hey Jack… could I talk to you for a minute please?” She asked hesitantly.
“Of course. Victoria, could you please wait for me inside?” Jack asked. After talking with Tyler without receiving any bruises, Victoria decided to trust him. She nodded and walked past Kelly, fighting the urge to give her a second glance.
“So Kelly, what can I do for you?” Jack asked pleasantly, now that they were alone.
“Jack, cut the act. The dreams I’ve been having, they are completely real. I got myself tested the other day, and while it will take some time for most of them to come out, I’ve lost several STDs and my withdrawal symptoms are gone. You cured me, you’ve been talking to me in my sleep.” She stated. Jack took a deep breath and his smile shrank.
“That is correct. And don’t worry, all your STDs are gone, as well as any internal damage caused by any abortions you might have had. I also threw in your virginity as an added gift.” He said, so casually that it nearly made Kelly’s knees buckle and brought tears to her eyes.
“How? How can you do these things?” She whispered.
“Kelly, my birthday is on the 21st, I promise I will answer all of your questions then. I suggest you discover your Self before that day comes, trust me. I’ll give you all the help you need, after all, we’re friends, right?” He said cheerfully. Instead of responding, Kelly leapt forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, gratefully hugging him with all her strength. After several seconds, she let go and walked inside. About to follow her, Jack stopped as Tyler came into view, trudging through the frigid breeze.
“Ah, Tyler Deck, how are you this fine morning?” He asked.
“I’m alright, you?” He asked, coming to a stop.
“Couldn’t be better. But are you sure you’re ok?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, I just have a lot on my mind. And I’ve been sleeping weird lately.”
“Well like you said before, you’re trying to make amends with all the people you’ve hurt. Such discomforts are expected during this personal metamorphosis.” Jack reasoned.
“Well, it’s because of you that I decided to change. Thank you, Jack. Thanks for helping me.” He said with a small smile while shivering uncontrollably.
“Oh of course, what are friends for? Now I suggest we go inside, if not to get out of the cold, then to at least get to class. After all, time waits for no man, man can only wait for time, as time controls everything within our existence, except how we perceive it. And yet even our perception of time may just be something inscribed in our destiny.” Jack said, holding open the door.
“Destiny, right.” Tyler muttered, thinking back to his dream and hustling inside to get out of the wind.
“By the way Tyler, I would greatly appreciate it if you could join me and a few friends for lunch.” Jack offered.
“Uh… sure, ok. What are friends for?” Tyler replied, repeating Jack.

“Hey, Kelly, hold on a second.” Victoria said, leaning against a wall of lockers.
“Hey Victoria. Look, I’m sorry for what I said at lunch the other day. And I’m really sorry about Jack.” Kelly responded, almost anxiously.
“No, I’m the one who should apologize. I had no right to dig into your past and bring up all those rumors. Plus I overreacted when I found out about you two, I guess I can’t say you fooled around with my boyfriend when he wasn’t even my boyfriend. I swear, I’ve never been the jealous type, I don’t know what came over me.” Victoria sighed.
“You had something to protect, of course you would be defensive. I completely understand. And don’t worry, I’m not after your boyfriend. He and I are just friends and he’s helping me through some stuff. He already got me to quit turning tricks and stop using drugs. It’s been over a week and I feel better than ever in my life.” Kelly said with a very sweet and forgiving smile.
“Wow, he told me that he was helping you, but he didn’t tell me about that. It’s amazing that you could even survive going cold turkey, I know I would just burst into flames. So since we know each other a little better now, I was hoping we could start off with a clean slate. I promise I won’t get overly protective with him. I don’t want to be the kind of girl that doesn’t let her guy have other friends. Besides, he’s helping me too, so there is no reason why we can’t help each other. Friends?” Victoria asked, holding out her hand.
“Friends.” Kelly said, reaching out and shaking it.
“Now that that’s out of the way, I just want to say that you look absolutely fantastic! I got to know, what’s your secret? You’ve always been pretty, but now you’re stunning!” Victoria said with happy amazement. Kelly smiled.
“I thought you said you weren’t normally the jealous type. Well it’s not a new kind of makeup or a diet if that’s what your thinking. It’s just clean living and the help of a friend. Victoria, make sure you always value Jack, because you have no idea how amazing he really is. He completely saved my life.” Kelly said. Victoria smiled.
“I know he is, he saved mine too.”

Kelly sat in the school library, staring at a computer screen and reading the bright blaring page of the Internet site. It was about the Tree of Life, along with all of the other browser tabs. Everything that Jack had told her had been correct, at least mostly. There were a couple aspects that he paraphrased, but with how many different interpretations there were, she could understand why. Jack had given her this information for a reason and she knew she had to use it. Reading through the page, she verbally paraphrased the information in order to commit it to memory.
“The Sephirot of the Tree of Life are the ten attributes in which the Ein Sof reveals itself and continuously creates the physical realm and the chain of higher metaphysical realm. In the Kabbalah, the functional structure of the Sephirot channels the divine creative life force, and revealing the unknowable divine essence to Creation is described. Kabbalah sees the human soul as mirroring the Divine. Genesis 1:27, "God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him, male and female He created them". It also describes creations as reflections of their life source in the Sephirot. Therefore, the Sephirot also describe the spiritual life of man, and constitute the conceptual paradigm in Kabbalah for understanding everything.
So, from what I understand (and I’m completely pulling this out of my ass), Jack is saying that humans and gods are one in the same in that our perception shapes the universe. I guess that fits with what he’s always saying, we shape our reality by the values and interpretations we place on it. He said that the Tree of life is used to find God, but also serves as a useful map for finding the Self. If Jack really believes that humans and gods are exactly alike, then finding God or the divine through the Tree of Life really is just like finding the Self.” She muttered.
“Your name is Kelly, right?” She heard, nearly making her jump out of her chair. Turning back, she looked up into the unsure face of Tyler.
“Yeah, can I help you?” She asked with uncertainty.
“You know Jack Owen, right? You’re the only one I’ve seen with him, other than his girlfriend.”
“Yeah, kind of. I haven’t really been able to hang out with him since she’s always around. We really can only talk during math class. What’s up?” She asked. Tyler sighed and sat down at the computer next to her.
“What can you tell me about him?” He asked.
“Why are you so interested? Like I said, he’s got a girlfriend.” Kelly replied with a satirical inclination. Tyler huffed through the accusation and sat up straight in his chair.
“Just please, tell me what you know about him.” He asked.
“I really don’t know anything about him. He used to go to this school system, then he was transferred to some school for the gifted or something, and now he’s back. Other than that, all I know is that he is really nice and brilliant.” She said almost nervously. Was this guy aware of Jack’s differentiation from everyone else? That strange dream ability that he had been using to contact Kelly and that healing power?
“I heard about your little fight with him on his first day back, it basically spread through the school like a wildfire. Everyone is saying that he gave you some sort of lecture, but no one really understood it. Is that why your so interested?” She asked.
“On that day, he talked to me like no one else ever had. He saw through me so clearly and spoke so perfectly that every word felt like getting stabbed in the heart. He completely shook my world, I haven’t been able to think straight ever since. Everyone says that you started acting differently and started hanging out with him. Did he say something to you too?”
“Yeah, he did.”
“What did he tell you?” Tyler asked. Kelly hesitated before answering.
“He told me exactly what I needed to hear.”

“I’m so glad it’s Friday, this has been one really tiring week.” Victoria said, eating lunch with Jack in their usual corner of the cafeteria.
“Emotionally tiring maybe.” Jack teased.
“Well yeah, that’s a given. I just love Fridays nights, it feels like a whole extra day of the weekend and all of the energy that you were completely unaware of during the week rises up and makes you feel like you could do anything.” She hummed.
“When I was a kid, my parents would get me Mcdonalds each Friday. I would spend the night listening to music and playing with the toy.” Jack remised.
“What do you do now?” Jenny asked.
“I just listen to music, unless there is something good on TV. What about you, what do you do?” He asked.
“Well like I said, drawing is my hobby. I’ll sit in front of the TV, basically using it as background noise while I scribble in my sketchpad, constantly stopping to answer a text while trying to avoid getting graphite on my phone.”
“I’d love to see your work.” Jack said.
“That’s right, neither of us has seen each other’s bedroom. Don’t worry, you’ll get to tonight. After all, it’s our date night.” She said coyly.
“I think we should do it at your place, I actually don’t have a bed.” Jack chuckled, surprising Victoria.
“Really? What do you sleep on?”
“I spend my nights in a meditative position, between wakefulness and sleeping. I prefer it to regular sleeping, as it allows me to continue pondering the secrets of the universe.” He said.
“I must say, that is just downright amazing. But then I guess the number of times we can literally sleep together will be limited. Alright, my place it is, just make sure you come after midnight when my parents are asleep. If you arrive early, they’ll stay up until dawn to make sure we aren’t doing anything.” Victoria laughed.
“When will I get to meet them?”
“You can meet them this weekend. They are certainly excited to meet you.” Victoria said cheerfully.
“Mind if I join you?” Kelly asked, approaching the table with a tray of food.
“Sure, take a seat!” Victoria said cheerfully.
“So, what are you two talking about?” She asked sitting down.
“Just what we do on Friday nights.” Said Jack.
“Ugh, I love Friday nights. I basically sit at the computer all night and watch my favorite shows online.”
“Hey, uh… can I join?” Asked the suddenly-appearing Tyler, as nervous as Kelly when she first asked. Victoria did not stir or become tense at the senior’s arrival, having learned that he no longer meant Jack any harm. Though she still watched him like a cat looking in the direction of a loud noise. Kelly was the same way, surprised to be seeing Tyler twice in one day.
“Of course, take a seat. We’re just talking about our Friday night routines. What about you?” Jack asked.
“Me? Oh, I just smoke pot and fall asleep in front of the TV.” He answered.
“Can’t argue with that.” Said Kelly.

Jack moved silently through his house, dressed warmly for the frigid winter night outside. His mom was out at a friend’s birthday party and had yet to return, but his dad was home and a light sleeper. Pulling on his sneakers, he quietly opened the door, stepped outside, and closed it. Carrying a flashlight and a bright windbreaker to reflect the light of any car beams, he began walking down the side of the road towards Victoria’s house, humming to himself while listening to the wind.
After a brisk twenty-minute walk, he reached Victoria’s home and entered the driveway, glad to have the trees to protect him from the wind. Holding up his flashlight and pointing it at Victoria’s window, he blinked it a few times and walked up to her front deck. A second after he reached the door, the handle turned and opened, revealing the radiant young woman, dressed in her nightgown with an excited but incredibly nervous smile.
“Hey.” Jack said simply.
“Hi.” She merely replied, stepping back and letting him come inside.
“You have to be quiet, we’re dead if my parents wake up.” She whispered, slowly moving up the stairs with Jack behind her.
Even in the pitch-black house, Victoria’s beautiful frame could be seen as clear as day through her thin nightgown. He could see her red lace bra and her skimpy panties, clinging to her round taut ass. Reaching the second story, they moved down the hall on their tiptoes, eventually reaching Victoria’s room at the end of the hall. After closing the door, Jack turned on his flashlight and looked around her room, taking everything in. As well as pictures and posters, Victoria’s walls were plastered with sketches of a vast array of subjects, from animals, to scenery, to simply objects.
Walking over to her dresser, Jack picked up her latest piece and smiled. It was a picture of the two of them, Jack with his arms around Victoria and his chin resting on the top of her head, and Victoria leaning against him with her hand on his chest. The two of them were slightly turned to the viewer, letting Jack see the looks of loving serenity on their faces.
“This might be my favorite.” Jack mused.
“Well I couldn’t draw us naked, I didn’t want my parents to see it.” Victoria replied while light began to stream from her corner of the room.
Jack looked to her and smiled while his manhood hardened. Victoria was standing beside her bed, her back to him and bent over as she lit candles on her bedside table. At the peak of arousal, Jack raised his flashlight and focused it on her shapely rear.
“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Jack murmured as she turned back to him, blushing with nervousness.
“By the way, I brought this.” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a condom. Victoria almost laughed at the gesture.
“Always a gentlemen. But before you open it, just tell me: do you have any STDs? Have you done this before? Did you catch anything from Kelly?” She asked, walking over and placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, this is my first time as well. And trust me, I got absolutely nothing from Kelly.” He assured.
“Well I think you know that I have nothing. And since I’m on the pill, I guess we won’t need this…” Kelly said, taking the condom and tossing it aside.
After giving Jack a kiss, she turned around and took off her bra and panties. Completely naked, she walked back to her bed and laid down, trembling from head to toe like a building in an earthquake. Never before had anyone seen her like this, so exposed and explicit. She hadn’t been nearly this anxious in her dream, but that was to be expected, as she had only made love to a figment of her imagination. But now here she was, about to be truly seen for who she truly was and deflowered. Undressing, Jack walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.
She had her closed hand over her mouth and was blushing to the point where she was almost as red as her hair. In her mind, she was imagining Jack examining her closely and judging her on every curve and imperfection. But with his usual smile, Jack reached out and began stroking her cheek while they stared into each other’s eyes, their bodies shining in the light of the candles.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to feel nervous or embarrassed. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I love you. I could never feel anything but endless love and adoration for you.” He whispered, calming her to the point where she moved her hand.
Holding himself over her, Jack lowered his head and they began to kiss, with Victoria trembling every time his erect phallus brushed up against her inner thighs. Placing his hand on her stomach, he slowly moved down to the silky smooth lips of her pussy, running his middle and ring finger along the entrance. Finally feeling someone truly touch her, Victoria immediately began to pant heavily with her excitement doubling every second. Jack began working his magic, running his middle finger between her lips with his index and ring ringer moving up and down against the entrance and his thumb gyrating against her clit.
‘Wait… this is just like in my dream.’ Victoria thought, moments before her thoughts were basically split open by the insertion of Jack’s finger. He continued to move his hand, slowly picking up speed and eventually inserting his ring finger as well
‘This is exactly like my dream, every single movement of his hand is exactly the same!’ She realized. But once again, her focus was ruined as Jack’s movements increased in speed and strength, hitting all the right points. Her body moving like a wave, Victoria tried to stay in control as the sensation of an approaching orgasm reached her mind. She wouldn’t last much longer, he was playing her like a hacked videogame. With their lips locked and their tongues squeezing the life out of each other, Victoria’s moan was stifled as he brought her to her first orgasm, causing her to arch her back and her body to writhe almost violently. After a minute to let her calm down, Jack held up his fingers in front of her face, glistening with her juices.
‘Ok, this is just weird…’ Victoria thought while automatically licking them clean.
“Is something wrong?” Jack asked, shaking her from her thoughts.
“Oh no, nothing is wrong!” She said.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m just excited.” She said giddily.
“Alright, then I guess I can take it a step further.” He hinted.
He began kissing her again, but only for a few seconds. After which, he moved from her lips to her cheek, and from there, ran kisses down her neck. As he sampled her delicate flesh, he began fingering her once again, finding her hymen and driving her wild in anticipation. After kissing her collarbone and shoulders several times, he moved down and gave one broad lick up the side of her right breast, sending shivers up her spine. He gave another lick up the other side, and then traced his tongue around her nipple. She tasted so delicious, almost like hot breakfast tea with a bit of sugar added. Plus the feel was unmistakable, consisting of that viscous water balloon feeling with elegantly soft warm skin. Once he ran his tongue around her nipple, he wrapped his lip around it and pulled it gently. Victoria was whimpering in bliss as he lovingly worked his fingers inside her and sucked on her breasts, moving between them and giving them each an ample amount of dedicated attention.
Once he had enough, he moved down again, running his tongue between her breasts and then down her flat stomach. Reaching out, Victoria grasped her bed sheets and bit down on her pillow, knowing that she would need it to keep her moans of euphoria from being heard. His head between her legs, Jack removed his fingers from her soaking slit and licked her juices off his hand.
“My god, you are so delicious.” He hummed.
Working his fingers back in, he continued to stimulate her before bringing the lips of his mouth and the lips of her pussy together and working his tongue like it was a lasso. The feeling was greater than Victoria had ever anticipated, and she had to bite down hard on the pillow to keep from voicing her joy. Her pussy was so delicious that Jack was going down on her like it held the antidote to a poison in his veins. He was working her with a mix of penetrating strength and loving gentleness, as if trying to make her feel good physically and emotionally. Still working his fingers in her, he used the insertion to open her up a little more and let his tongue delve deeper. He wanted to run his tongue along every single centimeter of her sweet cunt.
“Jack, I’m cumming!” She whined softly.
With a wordless reply, Jack doubled his efforts, stirring her insides with his tongue like he was making mashed potatoes. After only a few seconds, she clamped her legs around his head with enough strength to make him dizzy and filled his mouth with her delectable wetness. Only after her euphoric writhing ended did Jack finally pull away and catch his breath.
“That was, without a doubt, the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had.” Victoria panted.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a lot more in store for you.” Jack said moving up to her again, this time sitting on the soles of his feet with her virgin pussy just an inch from his erection.
“Hold on, do you think we could rest for a minute?” Victoria asked.
“Oh, of course.” Jack said.
Several seconds passed in which the two lovers were silent, instead letting their breathing do the talking. But finally, Jack spoke.
“You look so beautiful right now.” He said softly.
“Really?” Victoria asked.
“Yeah, you look energized and happy. It’s like every cell in your body has just woken up and is going stir-crazy. You look absolutely radiant.” He hummed with a wide yet calm smile. Victoria was momentarily speechless, completely overwhelmed with emotions.
“I love you Jack, it’s been so short a time, but I love you with all my heart. I’m ready Jack, I give myself to you; mind, body, and soul.” She purred.
“Yes, my dear sweet Victoria.” He replied.
Wrapping his hands around his erect cock and aiming it, Jack leaned forward and prodded the entrance with the tip. In her mind, Victoria compared the current sensation with the one in her dream and realized that they were exactly the same. But she didn’t care, she wanted to give him her virginity so badly that she couldn’t think straight.
“If at any moment you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I will stop. I want you to feel good Victoria, I want this to be enjoyable for you.” He said, reaching out and cupping her cheek.
“It’s alright, any pain that I have to deal with is worth it a thousand times over. Please, take me, Jack.” She whispered, clutching his hand.
Sitting up and holding her by the hips, Jack slowly pushed his manhood inside her virgin pussy. Closing her eyes, Victoria breathed deeply as that familiar filling sensation came rushing back, just like in her dream. She felt like a balloon being filled with hot air, again being reminded how tight she was in this context. Jack too was shaking, relishing the feelings of her soft wet sleeve as he slowly delved deeper and deeper into her. Quickly he met up with her hymen and stopped. Taking a deep breath, he looked down into Victoria’s beautiful blue eyes and neither of them had to say a single word. With a simple nod, Jack pushed forward, rupturing her hymen and deflowering her. Victoria’s head rolled back and she became breathless, unable to describe the feeling overtaking her. It felt like her soul was dripping out of her like blood through her ripped hymen, but in exchange, Jack’s soul was pouring into hers from their interlocked bodies.
Sitting on his ankles, Jack pushed farther in, working his way into the farthest corners of her interior. Victoria held onto the bed for dear life, not feeling pain or discomfort, but nameless ecstasy. Buried in all the way to the base, Jack slowly pulled out of her, letting her crimson blood, the same shade as her hair, catch the light of the candles. Sitting on the soles of his feet, Jack began gently entering her and then pulling out, taking his time to loosen her up and let the two of them get accustomed.
“Jack, I love you.” Victoria whispered as Jack began to take a steady rhythm.
“I love you too.” He replied picking up speed.
Moving like a dangling medieval battering ram, Jack quickly began fucking her like a champ, already filling the room with the sound of clapping flesh and Victoria’s suppressed moans. As he thrust into her as quickly as he did powerfully, Victoria’s c-cup breasts bounced and rolled wildly like a pair of water balloons. Her pussy felt amazing beyond words, Jack had to bite his lip to keep from cumming then and there as her soft wet insides massaged his cock. Victoria was in the same state, unable to speak as her lover slammed her interior with his powerful cock.
“Jack, harder!” She begged.
Eager to oblige, he raised himself up on his knees and kept himself raised with his arms like in a push-up. Elevated, Jack began thrusting down into her from a deeper angle. Recognizing the position from her dream, Victoria raised her lower body and wrapped her legs around his waist. With Jack driving down into her, Victoria reached up and placed her hands on Jack’s cheeks, looking into his eyes while they each panted from the exertion. Using this new position, Jack increased his speed and power, driving down into her like a jackhammer.
Victoria could barely speak, the sensation was too overwhelming for her to even form words. The bed was practically bouncing on its frame with each thrust. Even with his skinny build, he was much stronger than he looked. Jack was speechless as well, not wanting to spend any brainpower that could be used to appreciate the feel of Victoria’s naked body against his. They were practically wrapped around each other like two chains of tangled Christmas lights, and holding her unclothed form felt like sitting in a hot tub.
“Victoria?” Jack panted.
“Yeah?”
“My arms are killing me.” He said, causing her to burst into laughter.
“Alright, let’s switch.” She said.
Changing positions, Jack sat back on the soles of his feet, and moved back over to Victoria. Victoria rolled onto her side with one leg underneath Jack and the other up across his chest and resting on his shoulder. Kissing her foot, Jack continued to slam her until his self-control began to falter, giving her two more orgasms.
“Victoria, I’m about to cum.” He grunted without slowing down.
“It’s ok baby, I want you to do it in me. Fill me up with your sperm.” She pleaded while her bed shook back and forth.
Quick to obey, Jack looked up and gave one loud grunt while fucking her at top speed, followed by several jets of semen shot up into her womb. Literally drained, Jack fell back with his body as limp as a ragdoll’s.
“That was amazing, easily the greatest experience of my life.” Victoria panted.
“Good, I’m glad. I enjoyed it too.” Jack replied. Smiling, Victoria lifted up her blankets and pulled them over herself.
“Come on, climb in. I know you said that you prefer to sit and meditate instead of sleep, but humor me. I’ll set my alarm so that you can make your escape before my parents wake up. I really want to sleep with you.” She offered. Jack gave a soft laugh.
“That does indeed sound inviting.” He said, taking her up on her offer without second thought. As Victoria set her alarm to go off in a few hours and blew out her candles, Jack moved underneath the blankets and lay down beside her. Smiling, Victoria lay down with her back against his chest and Jack wrapped his arm around her skinny waist, breathing in her sweet flowery aroma and basking in the radiating heat of her naked body.
“I love you Jack.” Victoria murmured one last time.
“I love you too.” Jack replied before falling asleep.

Victoria woke up just before 4 am, dizzy and mentally scrambled in her dark bedroom. The alarm had yet to go off, but the bed felt empty, and she could swear it had been Jack’s voice that had woken up. Looking over, she saw him sitting at the edge of the bed with his cell phone in hand.
“Jack, is something wrong?” She asked tiredly.
“I just got a call from my dad. He’s not happy about me sneaking out.” He said without looking back.
“But how did he find out?” Victoria asked as she sat up.
“Because he was looking for me. My house just got a phone call from the police. About a mile from my home, my mom got into a car accident, mostly likely a few too many drinks from the birthday party she was attending. My mom’s dead.”

Jack solemnly stepped into his living room, where his father was crying on the couch. Victoria was standing in the next room, trying to think of something to say when Jack returned.
“So is it true?” Jack asked.
“Yes, she died on impact. From the tire marks on the road, she had definitely been swerving, and the smell of Champaign was clear. But it just doesn’t sound like a mistake she would make, she hadn’t drank like that in years! And to think, this happens right before your birthday…” Harold sighed.
“It doesn’t matter when it happened, the pain is all the same. We should not dread or loathe the future, but be grateful for our past. Just because mom is gone now does not lessen how happy she made us before. It is good to miss someone and feel pain at their loss, it shows how much they meant to us and how much we cared about them. But never should we feel like our lives are empty without them, because we will always have the time we spent together in our memories, our love for them, and the knowledge that they never truly left us. Don’t worry about me, while I shall mourn from now and even afterwards, there is no reason for the 21st to not be a happy day for me. Goodnight dad.” Jack said before walking out of the room.
He moved silently past Victoria, but as she reached out to him, he ignored her and began climbing up the stairs. She quickly followed him to his room, closing the door behind her. Jack stood in the middle of the room, not saying anything or even moving. Victoria looked around, noting the details of his very Spartan bedroom. True to his words, there was no bed, only a met on the floor with a depression worn in and some pillows. Except for his desk and bureau, the only real furniture was his bookshelf, filled with CDs, cassette tapes, and even records. Slowly jack turned to her, his smile returned but thick with sadness.
“This is the first time I have experienced what people call loss. I must admit, I didn’t think it would be this potent. I wonder if even the most enlightened monk is saddened by the loss of a loved one.” He said. Rushing forward, Victoria wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck and held him tightly.
“Jack, I am so sorry, I don’t even know what to say. I wish there was something I could say, something I could do, just something to make you feel better. I know you’re hurting, I know how it feels to lose family, but I don’t know what it’s like to lose a mom. I’m sorry Jack, I’m so sorry for your loss.” She murmured.
“Thank you Victoria. I’m lucky to have you.”
“What can I do for you to make you feel better? Do you want me to give you space? To stay with you? To comfort you? I’ll do anything you ask, I’ll do anything I can to lessen your pain.” She asked.
Instead of answering, Jack walked past her to his CD player and inserted a disk of instrumental music. As the soft fluttering notes of the flute moved through the room like a listing butterfly, Jack moved to the corner of the room where he meditated and sat down.
“Will you sit with me?” He asked.
“Of course.” She answered, sitting down on one of the pillows in front of him and holding his hands. Jack closed his eyes and became still, quietly mediating with Victoria just watching him, clutching his hands tightly. Save for the two lovers’ breathing, the gentle music was the only sound in the room, but as the third song faded out, Victoria’s back began to get sore.
“Are you uncomfortable?” Jack asked without opening his eyes.
“Oh, no, I’m fine.” She replied.
“It’s alright, do whatever you like to make yourself comfortable. I don’t want you to be with me at your expense. I don’t want you to be sore to make me happy.” He said. Jack then opened his eyes in slight surprise as Victoria laid down in front of him with her head in his lap.
“Tell me if you get uncomfortable, I’ll move or do anything you want to make you happy.” She murmured.
“Thank you Victoria, I’m blessed to have you in my life.” He replied with a small smile while he gently stroked her long scarlet hair.

“Kelly, Tyler, I didn’t expect you to come.” Jack said, climbing out of his dad’s car and stepping onto the parking lot beside the local church. Wearing a black dress, Victoria climbed out of the back seat.
“I told Kelly about your mom and I guess she told Tyler. I’m sorry Jack, I should have asked you before telling her.” She said guiltily.
“No, I’m glad they came, just like I’m glad you came.” He said with a smile.
“Jack, I’m so sorry about your mom. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.” Kelly said sadly. Like Victoria, she was wearing a black dress for the funeral.
“We should get inside, everyone is waiting for us.” Jack’s dad said, getting out of the car. Stepping forward, Tyler held out his hand.
“Mr. Owen, I’m sorry about your wife. If she’s anything like Jack, she must have been a very kind and smart woman.” He said. With a sad smile, Harold shook the young man’s hand and thanked him.

In the main hall of the church, a line of friends and family slowly moved past the open casket of Jack’s mother. She had been placed in a black dress and any scratches or injuries from the car crash had been hidden with makeup by the coroner. In the background, Victoria, Ellie, and Tyler stood, wanting to stay out of the way while everyone mourned. Under their watch, Jack came up to the casket and placed his hand on his mom’s cold shoulder.
“Thank you for everything, especially for letting me have known you.” He said sadly before moving forward. The words spoken, he walked over to his friends.
“I know how you feel Jack, I lost my sister five years ago and it completely wrecked my life. Only recently have I been able to come to terms with it and I still haven’t been able to forgive myself for her death, but meeting you has been a lot of help.” Said Tyler.
“The pain of losing a loved one is the same for everyone. While the role that person might have played or the relationship they were in may be different, as long as people love someone, they will all mourn him or her the same way and with the same intensity. Thank you.” Jack said gratefully.
“I may have not known your mom for very long, but each day I talked to her, I could see and appreciate the kind of person she was. She was a wonderful woman.” Victoria said softly.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” Jack said with a nod.
“I don’t know what to say that will help, other than I am sorry for your loss. All I can really do is promise you that I will help you in any way that I can.” Said Kelly.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Said Jack.
Taking a deep breath, Jack’s father approached them.
“We should take our seats, the ceremony is about to start.”

Jack’s father stood at the podium, with Laurie’s casket behind him.
“Laurie was my wife, the mother of my son, and the love of my life. She was kind to everyone, a gentle soul, and the sweetest girl you could ever meet. I met her when we attended USM, and from the moment I saw her, I knew I loved her. She became my light, my dream, and my hope for the future. I considered every day that we were together a blessing, and the day we married to be the happiest day of my life. We built a home together, joined our two futures into one, and raised a son that quickly became the most amazing and wisest man I had ever met, even as a child. The night she died, Jack said that while she may be gone, we will never lose the time we had together. For that, I am truly grateful, grateful to Laurie for giving me the greatest twenty years of my life, and grateful to our son, who will never let me devalue my memories of her.” He said, wiping away tears while he left the podium to return to his seat. While everyone clapped, Victoria squeezed Jack’s hand. The priest then stepped forward and announced,
“Laurie’s son, Jack Owen, would now like to speak.”
With a stoic look on his face, Jack stood up and made his way down the aisle to give his own speech. Standing behind the podium, he took a deep breath and looked out over the crowd with his usual enlightened smile.
“Of all the things I am grateful for, from raising me, loving me, and sheltering me, what I value most from my mother is that I knew her. It is not material possessions that make us happy, but the bonds we share and the people in our lives. Humans have such a short lifespan, we are barely a flash of lightning compared to the eons that have passed for the aging universe. We live for less than a hundred years, but we are dead for the rest of eternity. You could almost say that living things are merely organisms that have not passed on yet.
But if that is true, then doesn’t the same thinking work in reverse? In truth, no one is truly born and no one truly dies, for the matter and energy that makes us all has existed and will exist for all of eternity. My personal philosophy is that half of reality is how it is interpreted, so while many people here may regard my mother as having passed on, I see her as still existing, even if it’s in a way that I can’t quite sense. While she may not be alive in the traditional sense, she has existed since the beginning of time and will exist until time’s end.
The body we all hugged and were hugged by was and is still made of atoms crafted in the stars themselves, the kindness and warmth we all knew, fueled by neural pulses and then released back into the universe as pure energy. We may all feel like we have lost her, like there is a hole in our hearts that can never be filled, but she has only truly left us if that is how we see her. Even if her body has been returned to the matter from which she was made, I know she exists and will always exist. The energy that powered her kind heart and made her the person we all knew and loved, even if it has been scattered across the universe in an undetectable form, still exists and is still as powerful as it always was.
While she may be in a form that our human senses cannot perceive, she will always be with us, just as she always has. You see her death as untimely, but I see it has the early metamorphosis of someone we loved turning back into a part of the universe around us. I know this sounds like just a science lecture, but I’m hoping that everyone can understand and will realize that even if someone dies, whether it be our fault or an event destined by time itself, they will always exist, they are nothing less than what they were when they were alive, even if we can’t see them that way. Even if my mother is dead, I am happy, for I know it only means that she has taken a new form and is still with me. To everyone here, I hope that the next time someone you love passes on, you realize that they are only gone if you perceive them to be, and in truth, they are never any less of a part of your life. Thank you.” Jack said, drawing thunderous applause.
In his seat, Tyler had his face in his hands and was crying tears of both mourning and joy. This was the final step, this was what he needed to hear to finally be at peace. Jack, both in his dreams and reality, had taught him the true meaning of his sister’s death. The pain she felt was only a perception, what happened wasn’t his fault, and even if he could no longer touch or talk to his sister, she still existed and would always be with him. He could finally move on and be at peace.
Jack took his seat beside Victoria and she clung to his arm.
“That was beautiful Jack, that was so beautiful. I guess your dad and I have something in common, in that you’re the most amazing and wisest man we’ve ever met.” She murmured lovingly.

It was late into the night, and Jack and Victoria were sitting in the Owen living room. Jack’s father had long since gone to bed, and now the two teenagers were just talking and sharing memories while drinking from steaming cups of hot chocolate. Crackling in the brick fireplace, a small inferno stubbornly clung to life and warmed the room. In the background, smooth jazz played, a sad melody to fit the mood of the day. The doors to the living room were closed, ensuring that they had complete and total privacy.
“My mom used to tell me that she believed in reincarnation, simply because she thought I was an enlightened monk reborn.” Jack hummed.
“It’s hard to imagine even you being so smart while only a little kid. I’m surprised she didn’t think you were an alien.”
“For all we know, she might have. I guess we’ll never be sure.” Jack said with a sad smile.
“Jack, have you cried yet?” Victoria asked hesitantly.
“No, I see no need to. Shedding tears achieves nothing but catharsis, but if one can reach that state without crying, then tears become obsolete. I have come to terms with the loss, I don’t need to cry.” He said.
“Jack, it’s alright to be vulnerable. You don’t have to act like you aren’t hurting.” Victoria cooed, placing her delicate hand on his cheek.
“I do feel it, I do miss her. But my words from today still hold their meaning. She is not gone, she has only become something else, and even if she has taken a form that my senses cannot detect, I know that she still exists, and that is enough o make me happy. Though I would by lying if I said that I wouldn’t prefer her original form.” He said, taking a sip of cocoa.
“I love you Jack, and that is why it brings me heartache to see you in pain. But you know, it’s kind of nice seeing you this way. It’s nice to finally see you being a little bit vulnerable, it makes me want to hold you and take care of you. I want to be able to make you happy, and I finally have the chance to do that, even if it means taking the pain away from a wounded heart.” She murmured.
“You do make me happy. For even with all the knowledge I’ve acquired about humans, it is only when I’m with you that I truly feel like I understand them. On my first day back, I told you that I loved everyone and everything, including you, but now I love you more than anything else.” He said, making Victoria’s eyes sparkle in happiness.
“Jack, please just answer me this one thing: do you feel any pain or sadness right now after what happened today?” She asked before emptying his mug.
“Yes, I do.” He replied.
With a sad but tender smile, Victoria stood up and removed her dress, wearing nothing but her underwear. Reaching back, she released the clasp and let her bra slip away, exposing her young firm breasts. Seductively shaking her hips from side to side, she pulled her thong down her long smooth legs and let them drop down to the floor. Moving back onto the couch, she straddled Jack’s lap, instantly feeling him become hard with arousal.
“Then let me help you feel better. Let me comfort you. Use me however you want to make yourself happy, ask me to do something and I will obey.” She said softly, pressing her forehead against his. She then leaned back as Jack raised his hands and placed them on the sides of her angelic face, staring into her brilliantly blue sapphire eyes.
“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Please, just stay here with me.” He whispered.
“Of course.” She said before they began to kiss.
While their lips joined and separated over and over again, Jack began unbuttoning his dress shirt without a single shake or tremor. As the last button became unfastened and Jack began pulling the shirt off his shoulders, Victoria quickly moved off him so that he could stand up and completely undress. Turning back around, Jack gazed upon Victoria and smiled. She was bent over the arm of the couch, shaping her shapely ass at him seductively with a coy smile on her face.
“Use me however you want to make yourself happy.” She repeated.
Smiling, Jack got down on one knee on the floor and ran his tongue up her tight young ass, drawing shivers of arousal from Victoria. Over and over again, he kissed her deliciously soft flesh, massaging it with his hands and sampling her unique essence with his tongue. After less than half a minute, Jack spread her cheeks and flitted his tongue between the lips of her pussy.
“Oh god Jack, that feels so good.” Victoria blushingly whimpered while he worked both his tongue and thumb inside her.
“I could say the same for you, your delectable flavor is downright euphoric. It tastes like I’m sampling your very soul, and it is truly delicious.” He replied before doubling his efforts, using his tongue and his lips to energize every nerve and send waves of bliss rushing through her body.
‘Damn, how is he so good at this?!’ Victoria wondered. With each minute that passed by, Victoria’s self-control plummeted further and further and she began losing the ability to differentiate the different waves of pleasure pumping through her veins. All she knew was that she wanted more.
“Please, please put it in me. You’re driving me so crazy that I can’t take it any longer.” She moaned once he finally pulled away, leaving her tantalizingly close to a mind-shattering climax.
“I thought this was supposed to be for me.” Jack teased, standing up behind and running his hands across her sculpted rear. Victoria laughed softly.
“You’re right, sorry for being selfish.” She joked.
“You asked me to do anything that would make me happy, but to make you happy is the only way I can be.” He said, leaning over and running kisses up her back.
Standing up straight, Jack made sure he had a good hold on her hips and slowly entered her pussy. Feeling herself getting mounted, Victoria gave a soft moan as Jack penetrated her at an angle she had not yet experienced. Jack worked himself all the way inside of her, licking his lips at the indescribable feeling of her interior, so soft, warm, and wet. It was pure heaven for his cock, squeezing and trembling against it with each fluttering beat of her heart. Holding onto her, Jack pulled out until only the head was inside her, then pushed himself back in with a hearty clap of her ass against his lap.
Groaning from the sensation of Jack’s manhood driving deep into her, Victoria held onto the couch as Jack began to pull back out. Building a rhythm, Jack moved back and forth inside of her, increasing in speed and power with each shove. Under the power of his thrusts, Victoria was left chewing on the couch, terrified of her moans leaving the room. In less than a minute, Jack was basically hammering away at her with almost animalistic speed, slamming the deepest corners of her cunt with his dick and creating a loud continuous clapping sound of Victoria’s flesh against his. Her body felt so good and she looked so beautiful, he wanted to keep fucking her forever.
Victoria was in complete ecstasy, unable to describe the feeling of getting penetrated over again with such power and speed. Jack was basically riding her like his life depended on it and was fucking her at levels of intensity just short of brutal, and Victoria loved all of it. He was at the perfect speed for her and it was driving her wild. No matter how animalistic or inhuman his beat became, she could always feel love within his movements. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she rocked back and forth with each slam from Jack, moaning into the crook of her arm and watching as her C-cup breasts bounced and jiggled wildly.
“Jack, don’t cum inside of me, I have an idea. Lay down.” Victoria panted.
“Alright.” He grunted, coming to a stop and gently pulling out of her. He laid down on the couch and she kneeled over him, almost sitting on his legs. Bending over, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking it next to her face, which was practically glowing with love.
“I’ve never done this before and I’m nervous, but I love you too much to not try and satisfy you in every way. I doubt I’m as good as Kelly, but let’s see what I can do.” She said coyly.
Holding her head over his erect cock, Victoria nervously hesitated for a moment before sticking out her tongue and licked the tip. Jack shivered from the sensual touch and released a soft groan as she licked it again, this time wrapping her tongue around the head and slathering it. Stroking the shaft and beginning to feel confident, she took the head in her mouth, working it with her lips while tickling the tip with her tongue. Listening to Jack and feeling him shake with each movement she made, Victoria began to feel prideful in her work and took his cock deeper in her mouth, bringing it in as far as she could without gaging.
Moving her head side to side, she used her cheeks to massage the head while wrapping her tongue around the shaft. Now knowing what she was doing, she began bobbing her head up and down, sucking his cock with horny enthusiasm. While she worked, Jack gently and lovingly stroked her hair with his usual calm smile. As time passed, Victoria becoming more and more creative as she worked, using every single corner of her mouth, playfully biting down ever so softly, or she would even stop blowing him and massage his cock between her breasts. Through her efforts, Jack could feel his body reaching its limit.
“Victoria, turn around. I want us to finish at the same time.” He said, drawing an ecstatic smile from her.
Getting up, Victoria turned herself around and lowered herself onto him, letting him gorge himself on her sweet pussy while she continued to suck him off. Their bodies pressed together like yin and yang, Victoria and Jack worked tirelessly to pleasure each other, and quickly, their efforts took affect. The two lovers began to shake as their bodies were filled with trembling warmth, both reading each other and the signs in their own bodies. Sensing Victoria about to cum, Jack sent his tongue and lips as far into her pussy as possible and licked her out almost aggressively, while Victoria, sensing Jack’s approaching orgasm, took his entire cock in her mouth kept her head still, deep-throating him.
Finally, the two lovers both came, with Victoria splashing Jack with her euphoric juices and Jack firing jet after jet of semen into her throat while leaving her mouth clean. Gasping for air, the teenagers separated and laid side by side, looking up at the ceiling.
“That was wonderful.” Victoria purred, turning back around and curling up next to Jack with her arm across his chest.
“That was, thank you.” He replied, kissing her on the forehead.
“Was I better than Kelly? Be honest.” She insisted.
“In terms of skill, her experience clearly gives her an advantage. But when I was with her, I didn’t feel anything, because there were no feelings between us. She actually had to tell me to cum because she couldn’t get me to. But with you, I could truly feel your feelings for me, and that was what made it so hard to keep my body under control. Although, now that I think about it, she and I were out in the freezing cold, so some numbness was to be expected. I guess-”
“Oh shut up!” She laughed while playfully smacking him.
“Sorry. By the way, my dad and I have to leave tomorrow. We have some relatives down in Washington that weren’t in good enough health to travel, so the least we can do is fly down and visit them.” He stated.
“How long will you be gone?” Victoria asked.
“Don’t worry, it’s just overnight. We’ll stop in Boston on the way, spend the night in DC, fly back to Boston, and then be back in the evening.” He assured her.
“Alright, I just wonder if I’ll be able to go that long without you.” She kidded.

“I finally understand, I can finally see my sister’s death for what it really was.” Tyler said, standing in his dreamscape, facing Jack. But unlike all the times before, the black backdrop had been replaced with an encompassing scrapbook of old memories, some playing like video clips and others frozen in time like photographs.
“And what was it?” Jack asked proudly.
“All this time, I thought pain was something real, something that can be physically measured. But really, it is a perception and a reaction to an event. What those people did to her wasn’t what hurt her, it was how she perceived it and gave it meaning that caused the real harm. She wasn’t able to choose what happened to her, she didn’t get to choose to be raped, but the pain she felt was an illusion brought on by social stigma and social meaning. In reality, any act could have caused the same damage as what she went through, but she had been shaped by society to view what happened to her in that way.
I blamed myself for her death because I needed to feel like I could have done something. I needed to feel like even for a moment, even if it involved shameful failure, I had power. I needed to feel like I had a choice. But really, everything is predetermined by time. What happened was unavoidable; it was the result of all the variables lining up at their destined points. Whatever happens is the only possible route as dictated by time and the variables. There is no point considering the past or alternate futures since there can be only one present. Every decision I make has already been made, but that decision can only be made if I have the capability to make it, since each effect needs a fitting cause. Everything I do is predetermined by fate, but that makes my decisions and choices no less real.
I’ve always thought that it was because of my weakness that my sister was robbed of her life, but you taught me that even if I can’t see or hear her, she is no less real than when she was alive. The atoms that made her body will exist for all eternity along with mine, and the energy that powered her mind and made her who she was has been dispersed back out into the universe, returning to what it once was. Else had existed since the beginning of time and will exist with me for all eternity, it was only the form that I projected onto her that was lost. And even if I can not touch her or speak to her, the memories I have of her will always be real and the effect she has had on me and how she has shaped me into the person I am will always exist.
My sister still exists in another form, her pain was only an illusion, and there is no reason to feel blame for anything unless I am meant to as dictated by time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief as years of pain and stress were finally released.
“But just to be sure…” Jack said before walking over and delivering a solid punch straight to Tyler’s nose, breaking it and causing blood to trickle out. Tyler staggered back but didn’t touch his nose or make a sound.
“Did that hurt?” Jack asked.
“Very.” Tyler said calmly.
“But do you mind that it hurts?” Jack then asked.
“No, I don’t.” He said with a calm smile.
“Congratulations Tyler, you have learned to shed the weights of your consciousness and you are now ready to uncover the Self. However, this is not a lesson that can be given in a dream, it is something I must teach you in real life.” Said Jack, causing Tyler’s eyes to narrow.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” He asked.
“I’m leaving on a trip, and in three days, I shall teach you, Kelly, and Victoria how to find your Selves. I’m certain that they are close to reaching the same level of catharsis as you.” Jack said cheerfully.
“Wait, you mean this is real?!” Tyler shouted.
“Of course! It’s like I told you, just because this is just a dream or all in your mind, does that make it any less real?”

“I think I’ve finally figured it out, at east part of it anyways.” Said Kelly.
“Oh? Please explain.” Jack asked. Lying back on the invisible floor of her dreamscape, Kelly looked up into the infinite darkness.
“The Self is the source of everything, it is our opinions, our thoughts, our emotions, our true self-worth, the sum of our parts, and the pure root of who we are. But the Superego is how we display ourselves, how we make ourselves look in order to try and control how we are perceived. In essence, the Superego is how we react to people and what we become to make them like us and also in reaction to who they are. The Superego is basically the screen that everyone projects their perception of someone onto. My identity is shaped by my reaction to how people perceive me, and I change myself so that people can either like me or hate me, and in their reaction to how I portray myself, I too react and rearrange who I am according to their perceptions. The Superego is shaped by the people around us and how they see us and wee see them. If you live your whole life without ever encountering another person, your Superego is shaped by their absence.” She said peacefully.
“So who are you?” Jack asked with a smile.
“I am Kelly Ross, friend of Jack Owen, Victoria Ellie, and Tyler Deck. I like jazz music and my favorite things to watch are shows on Animal Planet. I hate gym class, judgmental people, misogynistic politicians, and being alone. When I grow up, I want to be a bar tender and own a night club.” She said with her voice filled with euphoria. She finally knew, she finally knew who she was.
“Congratulations, you’re a third of the way to finding your Self. Your next step is to uncover why you distanced yourself from your Superego and why you subconsciously hid your identity from yourself. I strongly believe that there is a reason why it was so hard for you to figure out who you are, and that reason ties into one of the fundamental aspects of human nature. If you can figure out what that barrier is that blocked you off from your identity, then it is a straight shot to the Self.” He beamed. Lying on her back, Kelly looked over to Jack and smiled.
“No one has ever believed in me before, no one has ever helped me this much. Thank you Jack, thank you for everything.” She murmured.

BANG! The gunshot rang out to the sound of the co-pilot’s cry of pain as the bullet pierced his shoulder.
“Turn this plane around or I’m going to start killing passengers!” The man yelled, waving his gun at anyone who made the slightest of moves.
Instantly, the cabin was filled with the sounds of screaming from terrified men and women as people realized that the plane had just been hijacked. While one of the flight attendants desperately tried to help the wounded co-pilot, the hijacker pointed his gun at the blood-splattered pilot, repeating the order. Regardless of their fear, many passengers began recording the event with their phones, not knowing what else to do. Next to his father, Jack sat calmly in his seat. He wasn’t smiling, but he looked completely immune to the prospect of fear. It had taken him less than a second to figure it out: this was the return flight from Boston to Portland and the hijacker had picked it for a suicide bombing attack against Boston. They were barely in the first stage of the flight, but that made it the best time for the terrorist to make his move, because it meant that the plane was still loaded with fuel and would cause more damage when it crashed.
Taking a deep breath, Jack stood up and stepped out into the aisle.

Victoria was sitting in her living room with her parents, listening to the NBC evening news. She was watching the clock dedicatedly, counting down the minutes until Jack’s plane would land. He had only been gone for a day, but it felt like an eternity. She couldn’t wait to see him again. On the TV, the ongoing story on the fiscal cliff was interrupted by a sudden announcement from Brian Williams, who was speaking in a very serious and nervous tone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re receiving word that a plane traveling from Boston to Portland has just been hijacked by a terrorist.” He said.
Victoria’s parents nearly jumped from their seats while Victoria sat petrified, unable to breathe or move and feeling like her heart had just dropped right into her stomach. It couldn’t be true, it couldn’t be… Of all things to happen, a terrorist hijacks a plane and takes the man she loved hostage? Was he about to become one of the first casualties in the next 9/11? Was she going to lose the only man she had every truly loved and been close to, the man she had given her mind, body, and soul to?
“We are now going to play for you a recording of the terrorist’s demand through the plane’s radio. I should warn you, this may be graphic.” Said the news anchor before the screen became dark.
“My name is Gerard Ali Lenaen, servant of the mighty Allah! For too long, the hedonistic nation of America has bullied the world and defecated on the religions of others! They have raped the homelands of my Muslim brothers and forced innocent people out of their homes to build the Zionist empire! Enough is enough! It is time for America to learn that it doesn’t rule the world and that it can’t do whatever it wants! It is time for this country of infidels to be put in its place!” The middle-eastern man shouted into the radio before the line went silent. The screen went back to Brian Williams, who was listening to his earpiece.
“Wait, we’re now getting a live feed of the scene, via cellphone. Ladies and gentlemen, we shall broadcast this for as long as we can and keep the passengers on that plane in our hearts and prayers.” He said.
The screen once again changed, this time showing a trembling low-quality view of the cabin of the plane. The point of view was from just past the middle of the cabin, showing the terrorist standing near the cockpit and a teenage boy in the aisle, completely calm, even with a pistol pointed at him. The man looked to be in his late thirties with an unshaven face and dark complexion, while the teenager looked pale with silvery hair.
“Jack…” Victoria whispered with tears rolling down her face.

“Gerard Ali Lenaen, my name is Jack Owen, and it is a pleasure to meet you. While the circumstances may not be right for a friendly chat, I’m hoping that you and I can talk.” Jack said with his usual carefree smile.
“No! No talking! Get back in your seat or you’ll die!” The man shouted.
“I would think that you would want to talk. After all, I can’t imagine this being anything but a suicide attack, and you can’t expect me to believe that you are so willing to go to your grave without at least voicing your concerns and making sure that you are completely understood. As you can see, this moment is being recorded and streamed through many cell phones, don’t you want to use this opportunity to spread your message as clearly as you can? If not for that reason, then may I ask that you continue this conversation with me, at least as a last request?”
“This is your last warning! Sit down or I will shoot!”
“So you won’t solidify your beliefs for the world or make sure that your message is clear, and neither will you indulge my humble request for a conversation. Pardon my boldness, but it seems to me like you are having doubts about what you are doing. The other passengers have been moving quite a lot since you made your declaration, and you know as well as I do that they are waiting for their chance to try and apprehend you. However, instead of focusing your attention on the individuals who look like they could cause the most trouble, you are keeping your gun pointed at me, with the only movement coming from the trembling of your hand. From this, I can ascertain that you are more afraid of my words than of the violent actions of the other passengers.
You would rather face an attack, imprisonment, or even death, instead of take an in-depth look at your motives through talking. You are afraid that you will be convinced to stop what you are doing, to be told that you are wrong for making this choice, and will see that you made a mistake. You feel like my words can inflict far more harm than any desperate attempt to take your weapon or subdue you. I assure you that I have no intention of making any violent acts against you, and I ask that my fellow passengers please hold off on any attempts to change the situation, at least so that you and I can have an uninterrupted conversation.
If you truly are afraid of my words, then doesn’t that mean you should talk to me? Won’t facing me head on strengthen your own conviction? You have nothing to fear from a simple conversation unless you let it affect you.” Jack said.
His face contorting in anger, Gerard pulled the trigger, shooting Jack in the right side of the chest. In her living room, Victoria tearfully screamed Jack’s name, refusing to believe what she had just seen. Harold Owen was in the same state, about to rush over to Jack’s side before his son stopped him. Staggering back but staying on his feet, Jack took several haggard breaths while covering the bleeding wound in his chest. Already, blood was pouring from his front and back, as well as dripping from his mouth. But regardless, he stayed standing and maintained his smile.
“Well, that’s one experience that I certainly wouldn’t mind not repeating.” He chuckled, as if without a care in the world. Everyone on the plane was in awe, unable to believe what had just happened and what was happening now.
“What the fuck are you?! Why aren’t you dead?!” Gerard shouted, shaking so bad that he could barely hold his gun straight.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ve definitely inflicted a mortal wound. I’ll probably only last a few more hours if I don’t receive medical attention. The human body truly is a miraculous creation, and contrary to TV and movies, it is built to withstand heavy damage. The chest especially has been shaped to protect and prolong the life of the organs, so much so, that it often takes several rounds directly to the vital organs to kill someone, not like that deadly one-shot kill that you always see. I admit, that was very painful and it is becoming difficult to breathe, but evolution gave us two lungs, so there is no reason to just quit and die when one gets damaged. It hurts, but I don’t mind.” Jack said happily.
Everyone on the plane was completely dumbstruck, unable to believe what they were hearing and seeing. Who was this guy?! By now, almost everyone in the country was watching what was happening, and among them, Victoria, Kelly, and Tyler were almost smiling. This was the Jack they new.
“Now, since you shot me, I think you at least owe me that conversation. Please, tell me about yourself, tell me why you made this decision.” Jack said before coughing into his sleeve.
“I was born in Palestine and raised as a child in Gaza for many years, my family forced out of Israel upon its founding and dominance by the Jews. Eventually, my family had to flee to Iraq to escape from the conflicts over the Gaza Strip. I’ve been a devout Muslim all my life and taught to believe in the love of Allah, but when my parents were murdered in the bombing of Bagdad by your government, I was forced to take my wife children and leave. I tried to forgive America for killing my mother and father, I even moved to the states in the hope that my children could live a better life and escape the violence brought on by the war you started.
But after 9/11, America became hell for us. Your hate-filled bigots tormented us mercilessly! My children were bullied, I lost my job and spent years getting turned down by everyone I talked to in the search of work, and finally, my wife was raped and murdered, killed in the streets for her faith! We left America right afterwards and returned to Iraq, only for some faceless US drone to kill my children in a bombing raid! I couldn’t even bury them, for there was nothing left but blood and score splattered across the rubble!
This country has taken everything from me, and yet you selfish Americans look down on my country and my people! What makes you so special? What gives you the right to take what you want and destroy the rest?! I’ve had enough of this country, it’s time for America to learn the meaning of justice and know what it feels like to be victimized!” He shouted with his eyes beginning to tear up.
The cabin was silent as everyone tried to stomach the words. The pain in Gerard’s voice was more real than anyone had expected or witnessed. They had heard things like this before, stories like Gerard’s on the news and in TV shows, but never before had they ever heard one on real life. The same silent scene was taking place in every TV room, with every viewer just letting Gerard’s speech sink in. Even Jack had removed his smile.
“Your anger is understandable, however, do you really think this is the best choice? Do you really think that this will bring justice?” Asked Jack.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look around you Gerard, do you really think the people on this flight are as guilty as you want them to be? Look at the children cowering with their parents. Do you think they bullied your kids, bombed your town, and killed your family? They didn’t Gerard, everyone here is innocent, and so too are the people in Boston who will die if you crash this plane. No life is equal to another, so do you really think that killing innocent Americans is equal to killing innocent Iraqis? If someone killed one of your loved ones, would you get your revenge by killing the first random person you saw? Would that be justice?
And even if this plane were filled with the people who were guilty for the pain in your life, you would be just as bad as them if you killed them. There would be no justice, because while you may take their lives in vengeance for the lives of your family, you are just creating more victims in the form of their loved ones. If you were face to face with the man who killed and raped you wife, you might consider it justice to kill him, but can you look into the tear-filled eyes of that man’s loved ones and tell them that they must suffer the losing of someone they cared about to satisfy your own bloodlust? Can you tell them that they are not entitled to justice since you are?
You cannot hurt someone without hurting everyone who cares about them. Even in vengeance, all you do is create more victims who feel the same pain as you and are equally entitled to what you call justice. Think of all the people here, think of their friends and families. Do you think the pain that the people who love them will feel at the news of their deaths is any less legitimate or deserving as the pain you felt when you lost your family?
Gerard, there is no justice here.” Jack said. Gerard lowered his gun a few inches, but did not point it away from Jack.
“You’re just trying to stop me because I’m attacking you and your country! If you weren’t here and weren’t from America, you wouldn’t care, you wouldn’t have any stake in this! No one cares about the people of my country, they only care about the people of theirs!”
“You’re wrong Gerard, I care no more about America than I do Iraq or Palestine. Nations and borders mean nothing to me, because I don’t divide the people of this world. We are all people of earth, we share the same home, the same emotions, and the same pain. No dividing ocean, line on a map, different language, or separate religion can change the fact that we are all one people, trying to find happiness and meaning in our lives. American, Iraqi, Israeli, Muslim, Christian, Atheist… none of them mean anything unless we want them to and they only exist because people want to divide each other, but I don’t. The land that you come from means nothing me, just as the land I come from means nothing to me, because aren’t all from the same world and universe?
Gerard, you are not an Iraqi or a Muslim, and neither am I an American or a philosopher. We are both people, shaped by the choices we make and our own perceptions of the world. War and turmoil are created by the divisions we create between people, they are born from our attempt to be different, even at our own expense and the expense of others. You and I may have different beliefs and different opinions, but I know the truth, and the truth is that you and I are exactly the same.
Now Gerard, you have a once in a lifetime opportunity here, one where you can do far more good than bad. The choice you make right now could change the entire world.” Jack said.
“What are you talking about?” Gerard asked, barely able to hold up his gun. It felt so heavy in his hands, like it actually hurt to keep it lifted. A part of him was screaming to put it down, but he still couldn’t.
“What you said about the rise of discrimination after 9/11 could not be more true, I too have seen the hatred and paranoia that has been born in the aftermath of those attacks. Bigots are targeting innocent Muslims and blaming them for the crimes of a few extremists. However, progress is slowly being made to repair the damage. Each day, the majority depiction of Islam is changing depending on the behavior of its members. But if you go through with this attack, you will hurt your own people more than you will hurt America.
How many important buildings can you destroy with this plane? How many lives can you take? Compare that to the amount of hatred that will be created in the aftermath. Prejudice and discrimination towards Muslims will skyrocket, the American people will carry a wound of hatred that will take decades to heal, and their paranoia will spread to the other countries, and they too will mistreat innocent Muslims out of paranoia and ignorant bigotry. If you go through with this attack, then the people that you are trying to protect will just be victimized by the entire world.”
“Said by someone who doesn’t care about Islam.” Gerard cursed, merely trying to think of a reason to keep his gun raised, even if he consciously didn’t recognize the desperation of the act.
“You’re wrong again Gerard, I have great respect for the Islamic world, and that respect has been given to be by history itself. Any competent historian would admire and be in awe of the progress brought forth by Islam, especially during the Islamic Golden Age. More so than the Renaissance of Europe, any enlightened era of Asia or the Mediterranean, or even the Industrial Revolution of America, the Islamic Golden Age was easily the high point of human civilization, bringing forth the greatest growth spurt of knowledge, art, and social progress in all of history. If I could travel througn time, I would journey back to the 10th and 11th centuries and study geometry and advance mathematics in Córdoba, science and astronomy in the House of Wisdom in Bagdad, or philosophy and art in Mecca! The entire modern world, including America, was built on the knowledge collected and born in the Islamic Golden Age. We owe your ancestors everything!
After the Mongol invasion, Islam unfortunately fell from its peak, but now, you have a chance to help it move back in the direction of progress. The greatest stereotype of Islam is that it is a religion of ignorant violence, a stereotype that too easily becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, but now you can prove everyone wrong. Show the world that a Muslim who was about to wage an act of terrorism can see the light and return to being a man of peace! Show the world that no religion can be blamed for the choices of its fanatical minority, show the world that the Islamic world can once again be a shining beacon for the world!”
“It doesn’t matter, they’ll lock me up as soon as this plane lands.” Gerard admitted, finally giving up.
“But they can’t silence you, and they can’t hide what has transpired here. Look at all these phones recording our conversation, each is proof that even the most bitter Muslim is ready to forgive and believe in peace, just like any Christian, Jew, Hindu, Taoist, Atheist, or other person of faith. The world is watching Gerard, you have basically become the spokesman for the Islamic culture, and now the world is watching and waiting to see which direction you turn your faith towards. Through the events of today and your work in the future, would-be terrorists will hopefully see that we can live in a peaceful world and that there is another way for Islam to regain the respect it once commanded, and bigots and racists will realize that we don’t need to hate an entire group of people or an entire culture for the choices of the few.” Jack said. He then walked over to Gerard and held his hand out to him.
“What happens now is up to you Gerard, and I will help you every step of the way if you need me to.” He said with his trademark light-hearted smile. With a shaky hand, Gerard handed him the pistol and slowly retook his seat, with everyone staring at him in shock but no one making a move against him. Jack gave a sigh of relief and began dismantling the pistol.
“Captain, if the co-pilot is up for it and we have enough fuel, could you please turn this plane back around and get us to Portland? My girlfriend is waiting for me and I’d like to see her as soon as I can.” He asked calmly.

“So you can come back to school in two days, right?” Victoria asked, sitting beside Jack’s hospital bed.
“Yeah, I’ll be released tomorrow and spend the day at home, then I can come back. I’m glad you, Kelly, and Tyler have been bringing me my school work, I hate falling behind.” Jack said, giving a small laugh but ending it with a small wince. He had been in the hospital for several days, but his wound was almost completely healed.
“Well, the teachers were really reluctant to even give you school work. They said that heroes shouldn’t get stuck with homework, especially while they are laid up in the hospital.” Victoria said with loving admiration.
The teachers’ opinions weren’t unique, the whole country considered Jack to be a national hero. But there was more to it than just the fact that he stopped the next big terrorist attack, the way he had done it was completely unheard of, it was like listening to Dalai Lama and Jesus all rolled into one. He had spoken with such clarity, wisdom, and experience, that people couldn’t believe he was only sixteen years old. Videos taken from cell phones on the flight were now the most popular clips on Youtube, with every word he said being studied and analyzed. Jack was being praised as a genius and prodigy, worthy of receiving the Nobel Peace Prize.
Dozens of websites had been started, honoring him and spreading his teachings of love, forgiveness, and worldwide unity. On the news, on the radio, and even in classrooms, his speech was being taught and reviewed like the declaration of a historical figure. He was being used as an example across the globe, with his words being applied to international conflicts. Nowhere was this surge of adoration greater than in the Middle East, where Muslims were praising him for being able to see through the hatred and stigmas and release the truth. Anti-American sentiment and violent extremism were being replaced with loving pride and the desire to rebuild the image of the Islamic Word and its effects on the international community, with Muslims now wanting to surpass the rest of the world and become the societal model they once were.
As Jack had said, Gerard Lenaen had essentially become a spokesman for all of Islam and was doing everything he could to repeat and spread what Jack had taught him. He had been arrested and was awaiting sentencing without bail, but the world was listening to him and paying attention. As expected, there were those of the right wing who criticized Jack as being an Islamist supporter and unpatriotic for not loving America, but there were more people who were even considering him to be the second coming of Christ.
“I’m not a hero, I just did what I do best: fix problems. Besides, I would have died if I had done nothing, so a lot of it could be simply explained as an act to ensure my survival.” He said modestly.
“Don’t even try to act like you aren’t a hero. Just yesterday, a teacher in an elementary school in Connecticut was able to talk down a crazed gunman before he started killing kids, she said she was inspired by you and tried to use what she learned from watching you. And even if you don’t consider what you did to be heroic, it was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. By the way, how are you feeling? It looks like they took you off the heart monitor.” Victoria asked.
“I’m feeling good. The doctors say that the worst part is over and I should be fully healed in a couple weeks. The only problem is that it hurts a little when I take deep breaths and moving is uncomfortable.” He said.
“Then how about I do something to make you feel better?” Victoria purred before walking over to the door and shutting it, making sure that no one could see them through the small window in the center. She walked back towards Jack, shaking her hips from side to side while removing her sweater. Jack smiled as she climbed up onto the bed, crouching on all fours over him.
“You don’t have to move or exert yourself, I’ll take care of everything. You just lay back and relax and let me work my magic.” She said seductively, leaning forward and gently kissing him.
As Victoria slipped her tongue into his mouth, Jack watched through the corner of his eyes as she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her shapely ass, along with her skimpy thong. They French kissed for almost a minute, each of them voicing their emotions without a sound, instead letting their tongues and lips do the talking in a very moist conversation. After a minute, Victoria sat up and removed her shirt and bra, and fully pulled off her jeans and thong. On all fours and shaking her ass from side to side, she pulled away the blanket over Jack, as well as his hospital gown. Already, his cock was engorged with blood and standing at attention.
A wide excited smile on her face, Victoria leaned down and pressed his cock against her cheek, rubbing up against it like a cat against a table corner. Holding out her tongue, she gave a long slow lick up the shaft and finished by giving the head a loving wet kiss. Licking her lips, she continued kissing it, then moved on and wrapped her lips around the head, toying with Jack while she flitted her tongue in the slit. Ever since Jack had been admitted to the hospital, Victoria had been given him get-well blowjobs each day, and her skill had certainly increased, already putting her in the same league as Kelly. Jack even had to wonder if she had asked her for tips.
Jack licked his lips and gave a shivering stretch as Victoria took his entire cock in his mouth, letting the head prod the back of her throat while she slathered the shaft with saliva. She kept her head still, with her eyes rolling back as she worked to keep her gag reflex under control. After a few seconds, she pulled back to catch her breath and spit on his cock, panting while she stroked him with her saliva as lubricant. Once she was ready, she then moved forward, bringing her lap onto his. Grasping his wet manhood, she guided it into her pussy and lowered herself onto it, giving a coo of joy as it entered her.
Jack too released a grunt from the wonderful sensation of being inside her, glad to again be able to feel Victoria’s velvet sleeve. Once he was all the way inside of her, Victoria leaned forward and grabbed the corners of Jack’s bed behind him, raising herself with the corners being used for leverage. After giving him a soft kiss, she brought herself back down onto his cock. Repeating that movement, she leaned forward and lifted her body, proceeding then to slam herself back down. Moaning softly, she began playing this maneuver over and over again at greater and greater speeds. While Victoria bounced up and down on his cock, Jack leaned forward and licked her bouncing tits and kept his hands on her sculpted rear, helping her move up and down on him.
“Oh god, you feel so good! I love it when you’re all nice and deep inside me!” Victoria whined over the unmistakable clapping of flesh against flesh.
“I love you so much Victoria, and your body feels so amazing. I never want to stop making love to you.” Jack said.
Feeling her body approaching its first orgasm, Victoria doubled the intensity of her movements, bouncing on Jack’s phallus like it was a pogo stick, while of course making sure he was never in discomfort and that her moans wouldn’t be heard outside. Within minutes, she was leaning back on one hand, using her other hand to touch herself while she rode him wildly. With each upward thrust of her body, her breasts would rise as if experiencing zero-gravity and then come back down like the weight of a trebuchet, bouncing like a couple of water balloons.
“Oh god, yes! Oh, that feels so good!” She cried out, rubbing her sopping wet pussy as she came.
Without dismounting, she turned around with her back to him, staying on her knees and leaning forward. Moving only her lower body, she began bouncing her ass on Jack’s lap, rising and falling on his cock while her ass cheeks jiggled and clapped which each downward thrust. Jack laid back with an amused smile, watching her shake her ass as she bounced up and down on his manhood almost desperately. In her mind, Victoria was hornier than she had been in days, and feeling very kinky. Then, as if reading her mind, Jack began smacking and squeezing her jiggling ass, making her so hot and aroused that she wanted to cry out in sexual excitement.
Suddenly, without knowing what she was doing but desperate for further stimulation, she reached back and inserted her middle finger into her ass, causing Jack’s eyebrows to rise in surprise and amusement. Having never tried this before, Victoria was momentarily overwhelmed by the anal penetration of her finger, but instantly, she was moaning in euphoria, feeling so naughty and kinky. Continuing to bounce on Jack’s cock, Victoria fingered her asshole wildly, chewing on her hair to keep from screaming in joy. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked it clean, not even noticing any taste and instead focusing on the erotic act itself. With a yelp and a smile, she looked back at Jack, who had taken her place and was fingering her asshole.
“Goddamn, I love you. Jack, baby, I think I’m going to cum!” She whimpered.
“Me too.” He replied, working his index finger into her ass as well as her middle finger and working them back and forth.
Giving a shrill whine, Victoria had a gushing orgasm while Jack emptied his load into her pussy, filling her with semen. Dismounting him, she turned around and took his fingers in her mouth, hysterically licking them clean. She then crouched down and began sucking him off, licking up the mixture of pussy juice and sperm like her life depended on it. It took less than a minute for Jack to have his second orgasm, shooting every last drop of cum he had onto her face and into her mouth, which Victoria eagerly licked up and swallowed.
“Oh god, that was amazing.” Victoria groaned, lying beside him.
“Yeah, I think we found something new to use.” Jack teased.
“Slow down big boy, let’s save that for your birthday.” She laughed before getting off the bed and walking over to the sink so that she could wash off her face and rinse out her mouth.
“Alright, I have to go. I’ll see you at home tomorrow?” She established as she got dressed.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Jack replied before she came over and gave him a kiss. Smiling and giving him a small wave goodbye, Victoria opened the door and stepped into the hall, where a group of nurses and doctors were all waiting for her and trying not to laugh.

Leaning on a cane to take the weight off the right side of his chest, Jack stepped out of the hospital and into a crowd of photographers. His father was with him, trying to clear a path to the car while over a dozen cameras flashed wildly.
“Mr. Owen, you are due to receive the Medal of Freedom next week, do you have any comments?” A reporter asked.
“I don’t need a medal as a reward for what I did, all I need is the knowledge that I was able to help someone get onto the path of peace and that I did good in the world.” He said cheerfully.
“Mr. Owen, what religion do you follow?” Another member of the paparazzi asked.
“There is no word for my beliefs, I am neither religious, spiritual, or atheist. I do not need religion to guide me through life or decide my morals for me, I only need the desire to fix problems in this world and spread the word of love across all mankind.”
“Would you accept the Medal of Freedom if you were allowed to give a speech to the nation?” A reporter suggested.
“If it would mean that I would have the chance to help people with my words and offer some guidance to those listening, then I would gladly fly to DC to receive the medal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must head home and rest for school tomorrow.” Jack said, finally reaching his car.

“I got to say, it’s nice that you finally have a bed in here.” Victoria said, sitting with Jack in his bedroom on the new foldout couch. She had skipped school to spend the day with him, and to pass time, they were playing cards while music played in the background.
“Well the doctors say that I need to lie down as much as I can, just going to school and sitting at a desk for several hours is pushing it. While I prefer to meditate through the night, I admit that it is nice to finally have some furniture in here, especially since I finally have a reason to use it.” He replied.
“Yeah, I can’t wait for you to get better so we can really break it in. By the way, I heard about the Medal of Freedom. Are you going to accept it?” She asked.
“I will if they want me to. But I see no reason to place the value of what I did on a medal. Though I do like the idea of being able to give a speech.”
“I think you should do it, speech or no speech. I think it will really nail in everything you said on that flight. And if you are able to talk, you’ll finally be able to teach the world. Besides, don’t you want to be able to be able to show it to our future kids?” She asked, making Jack laugh.
“Alright, I’ll do it.” He finally said.

“So have you heard?” Kelly asked, sitting on the other side of the table from Tyler in the school cafeteria.
“Heard what?” Tyler asked.
“Jack is flying down to DC to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom. He’ll meet the president and give a televised speech.” Kelly said excitedly.
“Wow, that’s cool.” Tyler said, but not very convincingly.
“What’s up? You’ve basically been a zombie for days.” Kelly asked while she ate.
“Kelly, what do you know about Jack?” He asked.
“We’ve been over that, I don’t know very much about him. I know his past and his hobbies, if that’s what you mean.” She replied.
“I mean… have you ever noticed anything unusual about him? Other than his personality of course… Have you ever felt like he wasn’t normal in some very distinct way? Like he had some unnatural ability?” Tyler elaborated. Kelly’s brow furrowed, knowing where he was going. Had he also figured out that Jack was more than a regular human?
“Have you talked to him about this?” She asked.
“Yeah, when I visited him in the hospital. He told me he would answer all of my questions on his birthday, the 21st.”
“He told me the same thing…” Kelly said, causing Tyler to slowly look up from his food at her.
“So you have noticed something?” He asked. Kelly took a deep breath, knowing that there was no point in hiding it any longer.
“Tyler, have you been having any weird dreams where Jack talks to you?” She asked. Tyler’s eyes widened and he lost the ability to breathe, feeling like he had just taken a punch to the gut.
“Yeah, you too?” He whispered in disbelief.
“It’s more than that. Tyler, you and everyone in this school knows my reputation. You know I used to do hard drugs and whore myself out. I had gonorrhea, chlamydia, and even HIV. But Jack… Jack cured me of all of it. He cured me of all my diseases, he purged me of all traces of drugs and took away my withdrawal symptoms, and he even restored my virginity. He did it through my dreams, I actually woke up in the middle of night, looked in the mirror, and realized that I had been cured. It was almost like he was Freddy Krueger.
I don’t know who he is or even what he is. All I know is that he has some sort of power, something beyond ESP or mindreading, and it probably goes even farther than that.” She said, almost with fear in her voice.
“He helped me get over my sister’s death and taught me the meaning of life. On the night of his mom’s funeral, he appeared in my dream and told me that he would be going on a trip, but when he returned, he would teach the three of us how to achieve our Selves. What happened on the flight obviously got in the way. Do you think Victoria knows?” Tyler asked.
“From what it sounds like, people have to be told before they can actually figure it out. If Victoria knows about him, it’s only because he told her, and I doubt he did. Right now, I’m just wondering what the hell will happen on the 21st.”

Thunderous applause and cheering met Jack and Victoria as they walked into school. Jack had finally returned and he was now a legend and a hero in their school, he would be the most favorite student to attend the school for years to come! As they maneuvered through the crowd, people congratulated Jack, patted him on the back, and thanked him for saving so many lives. Approaching with wide smiled were Tyler and Kelly, both glad to see Jack out of the hospital.
“Welcome back, everyone has been dying to see you.” Tyler said.
“Thank you, I’ve been longing to come back. How have things been without me?” Jack replied.
“Other than people celebrating you every day like it’s the end of WW2, pretty boring. Tyler and I have been waiting for you to come back, just so that we can see how everyone acts.” Kelly giggled.
“Well they’ll have something new to talk about soon. I’m being flown in to Washington this weekend, I’m going to receive the Medal of Freedom.” He announced.

“So have you figured out why you differentiated yourself from everyone?” Jack asked, speaking to Victoria in one of her dreams.
“I think so.” She said softly, looking up into space. Walking over, Jack laid down on the invisible ground beside her and wrapped his hand around hers.
“Tell me about it.”
“When I was a little kid, my parents took me to a cemetery to visit the grave of my grandmother. While I was there, I came across many graves that had been abandoned and forgotten. They were overgrown and weathered down, scattered to the very fringes of the cemetery. No flowers had been placed in front of them in decades, and the caretaker certainly hadn’t been maintaining them. These people, they were completely forgotten by the world and their families. And it wasn’t just them, I was walking past countless stones, engraved with hollow names and words that no longer meant anything. So many people live and die without ever leaving an impact or being remembered, They are never studied, never admired, never valued… it’s like they become worthless.
From that point on, I was terrified of being forgotten. Going to that cemetery, I was basically scarred for life. I promised myself that I wouldn’t become like those nameless skeletons under the earth, I wanted to be someone that people would remember. I wanted to be the kind of person that would be known and mourned by the entire country, someone that students would write research papers on after finding me in their textbooks, someone who would leave a mark on history and always be remembered.” She said dreamily, but with sadness.
“And in order to achieve that dream, you had to separate yourselves from others and excel. You had to see yourself as different so that history would see you as different. But you were young when you made this decision, and everyone knows that the dreams and aspirations of young children are mostly abandoned as they grow. So did your phobia of being forgotten, at least in its intensity and the manifestation of your desire to become famous. But even if this fear was buried in the back of your mind over time, you could not overcome that primordial desire to see yourself as different from others. As the years past, the individuality turned into alienation.” Jack said before sitting up.
“All humans face the grim prospect of death and all of its meanings. The fear of being forgotten lies in everyone’s heart, for we are always plagued by the insatiable need to find value and meaning in our lives. But in truth, no matter how hard we try, what we deem to be our legacies will never achieve immortality to the decay of time. Achilles, Leonidas, Alexander, Cesar… these are but a handful of the men who have sought immortality in legend and history, and for now, they are remembered and adored.
But consider all those who wanted the same thing and have now been turned to dust. They all shared the same dream, but no one alive can tell you their names, their beliefs, their fears, or what their characters were. Then you have those in between, those who were legends in their own time and achieved greatness, but now are forgotten. You need look no further than in our line of presidents. How many people do you know that can list off the name of every president, state their failures and accomplishments, the impact they left on the country, and their contributions to our present? I would imagine the number to be very few.
Even religions like Christianity are vulnerable to the effects of time. True, the name Jesus Christ has commanded power for two millennia, but do you have any idea how many religions there were before Christianity? Religions that commanded the same authority before being forgotten and buried in the past? Imagine if the planet earth was facing imminent destruction, so a fraction of its population boarded shuttles with what pieces of history and culture they could bring with them and took off, escaping to the closest inhabitable world and starting knew. Even with everything they brought, how much history and culture do you think would be eternally forgotten? How strong do you think people’s faiths would be when the world that their religions were born on was destroyed? Everyone is eventually forgotten, there is no escaping that fact.
What matters are the life you live and whether or not you are happy. If I die without changing the life of even a single person, I will still be content, because I will know on my deathbed that I lived a happy life and enjoyed what I did. Even if my body were to be cast aside into a forest without the smallest grave marker and no one to remember me, I would be happy, knowing that the memories I have of my loved ones are real and will stay with me. Even if we cannot change the future in our likening, we can at least find comfort that the unchanging past will always be there to support us with its unfaltering reliability.
Tell me Victoria, if you lived a happy life, would you mind being forgotten?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” She replied.
“Let me rephrase it: if you could choose between living your life with me or being remembered in history, which would you choose?” He then asked, holding his hand out to her with a smile. With a small smile on her face, Victoria grasped his hand and sat up.
“I’d choose you, every single time.” She murmured lovingly.
“So if you lived a happy life with the man you loved, would you care about being remembered? Would you be afraid of being forgotten?” He asked one more time. Victoria took a deep breath.
“No, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t care and I wouldn’t be afraid.” She said softly, trembling from the sensation of enlightenment rushing through her and illuminating her mind. She finally understood why she had always felt different from others and why she had never been able to feel attracted to guys until meeting Jack, and with it, she lost her fear. Just as Jack had told her what felt so long ago, now that she was aware of her world, she wanted to go beyond it.
“Then you are ready. You have shed the weights of your awareness and the mental scaffolds that supported who you are and what you believe. The core of who you are is now exposed, and you are ready to discover your Self. Congratulations Victoria, I knew you could do it.” He said, causing her to wake up with a jolt.
Out of breath as always, she looked around and remembered where she was. She was sitting next to Jack with Harold Owen on the other side of him, the three riding in first class on a flight to DC. It was the middle of the night and all the passengers were asleep. Staring at Jack and noting his smile, she wondered if he was really just meditating or actually maintained his grin in his sleep. Flushed with emotions, she smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you Jack, thank you for everything.” She murmured, closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Jack sat on an oak chair, drumming his hands on the handle of his aluminum cane. The room was brightly lit by stage lights for the benefit of the cameras situated in back, with the light reflecting off the white wall brightly, but shining the brightest on the golden tapestry behind the podium. The room was filled with people, all seated in short rows going to the back wall, with all eyes either focused on Jack or the president, who was standing behind the podium. Clearing his throat, Barrack Obama began to speak.
“I know that this ceremony is normally performed once a year and often includes more people, but with the amount of progress brought forth by the young man sitting beside me, I thought that an exception could of course be made. Jack Owen is a young man who only appeared on the news several days before, never heard of until the hijacking of flight 154. But regardless of his age and anonymity, he has done the work of national hero, using nothing but the power of his words and his determination to help someone who he saw as a victim, but everyone else saw as a villain.
It takes a lot of courage and strength to fight for your life, to physically apprehend a terrorist who plans on committing an act of mass destruction. But it takes a lot of wisdom and heart to see into the soul of that man and talk him down and change his entire perspective. As we have seen across the globe over these past few days, Jack Owen did more than just protect the lives of American citizens and historical landmarks in Boston. He showed the world that even the most intense anger can be quelled by the understanding of others, and that the path to peace is always an option. He has brought the downfall of the world’s rhetoric to a screeching halt and has replaced what could have been a whole new war and decades of bitter resentment and prejudice with the desire to end violence and bring the Islamic world, and the entire world itself, into the light.
The fact that this adolescent, this teenager, is able to see the world with such clarity and speak with much wisdom, shows only that we all have the capability to put a stop to violence. If this young man can do it, then hopefully the leaders of the world and the people with the ability to cause or prevent chaos can do the same. It is a great honor to introduce the recipient of the Medal of Freedom.” He said. As Jack stood up and began walking over, the announcer began to speak.
“For preventing the greatest terrorist attack since 9/11 and promoting peace between the nations and religions of the earth, Jack Owen is hereby awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. It is a token and a sign of gratitude for his bravery, his wisdom, and his caring.”
Jack stood by the podium, resting his hands on his cane while the president and hung the medal from his neck, with the gold star and silver eagle shining beautifully. As the pictures were taken, Jack looked over to Victoria and his father, seated amongst the crowd, both crying tears of joy and pride while they and everyone else clapped. Victoria was garbed in a deep-violet dress with a single strap across her shoulder, decorated with lace in the shape of flowers. The dress had a slit going up each side, stopping halfway up her thigh. Her hair was tied up in a bun with diamond clips that her mom had leant her, and her eyes were filled with adoration and love.
“As per the mutual desire of both the President and award recipient, Jack Owen would now like to say a few words.” The announcer stated.
Holding out his arm to the podium, Obama stepped aside with a nod and Jack moved behind it, clearing his throat and looking into the sea of cameras, lights, and faces. People throughout the country were watching the event, including Kelly, Tyler, and everyone from Jack’s school, as well as everyone who had known him from his previous school.
“People of America and the world, I would first like to thank you for taking time out of your day and watch this event. In truth, I did not accept this award for its symbolism or weight, but because I was told I would have a chance to spread my beliefs to everyone listening. Through my years, I have come to learn the source of violence and the reason for its existence. People act aggressively towards each other because there is something that they are trying to protect, be it their possessions, resources, loved ones, or even their own lives. But what few realize is just how little there really is in our lives that is worth an act of violence towards someone else.
Humans naturally create divisions and barriers, separating each other into different classifications. We do this in an attempt to understand our world and ourselves, by using others as an extended reach to see how mankind reacts to different aspects of life. it is the first form of empathy, the way in which we gauge the world around us. We label someone as lazy so that we can imagine what it is like to be in that person’s shoes, we may be untrustworthy of people from another ethnic or social group because we see the cultural path they have taken as dangerous to our own ways of life and use them as test subjects.
We then turn against each other over those divisions, once again trying to understand or destroy what we don’t understand. This is human nature, but that does not mean it is human law. We don’t have to erect dividers between people and we don’t have to feel aggressive towards them because of the differences we create. Everyone is an individual with his or her own beliefs and ideals, some of which may be shared by others, but when you look upon all of mankind, you see that there is no reason for violence to spring forth from any difference we might create.
We are all human beings, trying to find happiness and meaning in our lives. We all have the same feelings, desires, and needs. We are all one species, living together on this blue speck in the endlessly expanding universe. If you can realize this, if you can see beyond the petty squabbles that hold us back, you can discover a love in your heart directed towards everyone and everything. You can truly be at peace and live in happiness, never falling prey to barbaric desires of violence.
Half of reality is what we make of it; our perceptions control our world. If a vase falls to the floor and shatters, no one can deny it, but it is only through our perception and choices that the vase actually becomes broken or ruined. We all hold the keys to our own pain and our own happiness, each and every one of you has the ability to live in either hell or heaven, it all depends on how well you know yourself and how you choose to perceive your world. All feelings come from the Self and the values we place on the things around us, so if you can find your Self and your true core, then you can control what values you place on everything and you can make your world paradise. You will be able to understand everything and be overcome with euphoria.
On the plane to Portland, Gerard Lenaen shot me in the chest. When he asked me how I was still alive, I told him that all humans had the capability to survive my injury, and while the wound was very painful, I did not mind that it hurt because I placed no value on it. Just before that flight, my mother died in a car accident. But instead of crying and feeling like I would never be happy again, I looked at the event with the same view that I use to look at the universe and value everything in it. I saw my mother, not as dead, but as having returned to what she was before she was born. I knew that what made her who she was still existed and always would exist, be it the atoms in her cells continuing to exist beneath the soil or the energy from her mind and soul being released back into the universe. I saw my mother not as being gone, but as a new and changed form of the sum of all her parts.
We all have the ability to do this, we all have the ability to look past the negatives of pain and see the light in every event and in life itself. We all have the ability to live in happiness if that is how we choose to see the world and add meaning to everything in it. Depending on how everyone on this planet decides to change their view, we could eliminate violence and war once and for all. After all, happiness walks hand in hand with peace. Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I hope my words have helped you gain some insight into who you are.” He said, bowing his head as everyone stood up with thunderous applause.

Jack and Victoria stood in the parking garage next to their hotel. They had been planning to go out and do a little sight seeing before the evening ended, but it seemed that fate had different plans. They were being circled by five degenerates, ranging in age from late teens to late twenties, with their clothing suggesting that they weren’t on the positive side of the law. They had recognized Jack immediately, and it seemed that they had a problem with his message. Victoria was terrified, but Jack remained completely calm and retained his smile.
“You know, rag-head lovers make me sick. My uncle died on 9/11, killed by your friends. Now here you are, a traitor to the country, getting a motherfucking medal.” One of the thugs grunted, spinning an unreleased folding knife in his fingers.
“I’m very sorry for your loss, but I’m afraid you have mistaken my intentions. I do not support terrorism, or extremist Muslims who use violence to achieve their goals. I simply believe that you cannot persecute an entire group of people for the behavior of its fanatical minority.” Jack said without losing his smile.
“So if one of us decides that your face would look nice when sliced to pieces and spread out on this pavement floor, you won’t blame all of us?” Another asked.
“While I would greatly prefer that you do not do that, if harming me will help you resolve any issues, then I welcome you do it. However, I must ask that you do not cause any lethal damage, as I have no intention of dying before the 21st.” He offered.
“And what about your girlfriend? She certainly looks like a nice piece of ass, I doubt you’d keep that smile if one of us was inside of her.” One laughed. Victoria looked at Jack in horror, and saw the slightest twitch in his eye.
“In order to keep her safe and happy, I will do what I must to protect the one I love. I say again, you may hurt me if that will help you resolve your issues, but she is not a part of this.” Jack said, keeping his smile but with a more serious tone.
“Just try and stop us!” One of the men laughed, reaching out to Victoria.
Before the man could touch her, he released a howl of agony and stepped back as his arm was suddenly ripped apart, cell by cell. Everyone watched in horror as the flesh was peeled away, the muscles shredded, and the bone reduced to powder, and all with blood spraying in all directions, save for Victoria and Jack’s. The man fell on the ground, screaming shrilly and clutching the bloody stump, unable to fathom what had just happened. Victoria stared at the man with her face deathly white, struggling to accept what she was looking at. She was clutching Jack’s arm for dear life, but it no longer felt like him. It felt more like she was holding onto a cold statue.
“I normally refrain from any acts of violence, so I sincerely apologize. Don’t worry, I’ll return it to you.” Jack said cheerfully without even turning to the man. As if my magic, the splatters of gore flew through the air like flies and began to rejoin, reforming the man’s arm with every scar and imperfection matched and even recreating the sleeves of his clothes.
“You son of a bitch!” One of the man’s friends howled, lunging towards Jack and stabbing forward with a knife aimed for Jack’s face. An inch from the space between his eyes, the knife was stopped by a glassy membrane, glowing faintly in the air without consisting of any mass or matter.
“Unfortunately, I cannot let any of you leave, now that you have seen what I am capable of. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” Jack said.
Without the slightest twitch or movement on Jack’s part, the man was lifted into the air, shouting in terror and helplessness as the power of gravity was basically turned on its head. Screaming for his friends to help him, the man suddenly exploded in a mass of blood and gore, spraying the surrounding surfaces with liquefied tissue. Jack then turned to the man who’s arm he had destroyed and recreated, and without any warning, the terrified punk was atomized like his friend.
“Jack, what are you doing?!” Victoria screamed in terror, unable to believe what she was seeing. This had to be a dream, this couldn’t be real!
“Don’t worry, they don’t feel any pain.” Jack assured her.
While two of the punks ran for their lives, the third drew his pistol and began firing at Jack and Victoria, emptying his clip but achieving nothing. Instead of killing the two teenagers, all nine bullets stopped in midair and were then dematerialized and turned into pure energy. Before he could even think to reload, the man erupted into a bloody geyser, spraying a fountain of cells up and splashing the ceiling. Turning his head, Jack looked over to the fleeing attackers, and with only his mind, he gave them the same fate, making them both explode into a biological mist.
“Oh my god, you killed them.” Victoria gasped, covering her mouth and struggling to breathe.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t.” Jack said, a split second before all of the bodies instantly reformed from the splashes of gore. Atom by atom, each and every cell and fiber was recreated and joined together, becoming the bodies of the five street thugs. All five were passed out on the floor, alive but unconscious.
“They won’t remember what transpired here, it’s fine.” Jack stated.
“How… how did you do that…” Victoria panted, feeling like she was about to faint.
“It’s simple, I deconstructed their bodies at the atomic level and reconstructed them, using it as an opportunity to rewire their minds and erase their short-term memories. Except for their knowledge of what just happened, they are exactly as they once were, right down to the exact details. Like I said, I didn’t kill them, even if that is how you interpreted it. All I did was dismantle them and recreate them with all the same parts and energy.” He explained calmly.
“Who… who or what are you?!” Victoria asked fearfully, stepping back and falling to the floor. Jack stood over her, his shadow cast upon her trembling body. Regardless of her fear, he did not lose his calm, peaceful smile.
“Unfortunately, I cannot answer that question now. However, I will answer all of your questions on the 21st. Please, do not be afraid of me. I love you and I mean you no harm.” He said.
“How can I trust you?! How can I believe anything you’ve told me after showing me all this?!” She demanded.
“Kelly and Tyler trust me, and they both know that I am not normal. I have also arranged to give them their answers on the 21st, and as you can imagine, they are very curious. To be blunt, those dreams that you’ve been having are completely real. Everything you’ve said in your dreams, I’ve heard, and everything you think your subconscious has been saying in the form of me has really been me. I’ve been communicating with Kelly and Tyler in the same way, helping all three of you.” He said. He took a step forward, and full of fear, Victoria scrambled back.
“Stay away from me!” She screamed.
Ignoring her terror, Jack crouched down and stretched out his hand to her. Victoria tried to shield herself, but with indescribable gentleness and care, he brushed his fingertips against the side of her face and cupped her cheek. At his touch, Victoria immediately became calm, yet alert, like a fire suddenly being reduced to a bed of glowing embers.
“Victoria, you can believe me because I love you and you love me. I don’t want to hurt you, I want you to be safe and happy. You have nothing to fear from me, I promise you that.” He said softly.
“Just tell me one thing.” She murmured with a shaky voice.
“What?”
“Tell me: are you human?” She asked. Instead of answering, Jack just smiled and gave a small laugh.

Victoria looked out the window of the hotel room she was sharing with Jack. She could barely keep her mind on one thought or worry, it was like trying to grab snakes while pumped full of Novocain. Playing in her mind over and over like a Youtube video set to repeat, the scene from the garage haunted her like the guilt of a crime. Her emotions were a sea of confusion, struggling to define her feelings for Jack. After seeing what he was capable of, she felt fear; after realizing the secret he had kept from her, she felt distrust and resentment; and after hearing his words and seeing him smile… she felt love.
As Jack came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her neck, she stirred and pulled away, almost with disgust. Biting his lip, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and while she gave a half-hearted struggle for a few seconds, she quickly became docile.
“Victoria, what do I have to do to make your forgive me?” He asked.
“You don’t get it, you just don’t get it. It’s not a matter of whether or not I can forgive you, it’s a matter of what this means for our relationship. I have no idea who or what you are and you won’t answer any of my questions.” She said bitterly.
“No, this is about forgiveness. You’re angry with me for keeping this secret from you. You’re angry with me for complicating things. You’re angry with me because I can’t give you any answers right now. But what angers you the most is that things had to change when they were so perfect just an hour ago. Speak your mind Victoria.” He replied.
“How can I trust you? How can I believe you when you say you love me or start preaching your psycho bullshit?! How do I know that you’re not just stringing me along, thinking of me in the same way that a human thinks of an animal or an insect? How can I ever trust you when I can never be your equal?” She asked.
“Victoria, I am human. I have a human brain and a human body, and the way I feel and think is possible for any other human. Except for my powers, any other human can become like me, it all depends on how they choose to see the universe and how they choose to shape their perceptions. The love I feel for you is just like the love anyone else would feel in my position. I love you and I care about you.”
“But why have you hidden the truth from me?”
“Because of this, right here and now. Can you imagine what your reaction would have been before we started our relationship? We’ve been together for so short a time, can you really say that you would have handled this better in the past?”
“If you can bring back the dead, why didn’t you bring back your mom?” Victoria asked.
“I do not see life and death in the same way you do, everything I have said about existing forever has been honest and true. The only reason why I revived those thugs is to make up for the violence I committed against them in the first place. What happened to my mother was an accident, but what I did to them was on purpose. Admittedly, I let my temper get the best of me, and recreating them was my penitence for it.” He said with his hold loosening. Taking a step forward, Victoria turned around and placed her hands on Jack’s chest.
“Do you really love me?” She asked.
“With all of my heart.” Ha answered.
“Then I trust you.” She murmured.
Leaning forward, she buried her face in the side of his neck and held onto him for dear life. Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her, his fingers tented against the back of her head and the sweet fragrance of her hair dominating his senses. Both humming like newborn pups, they tightened their grasp on each other, holding themselves so close together that they could feel each other’s hearts beating. As if surrendering, Victoria released her hold and raised her head, glanced up with a small content smile and blushing face. Looking like a cat getting rubbed in just the right spot behind the ear, she completely let go and almost became limp, fully giving in to the feeling of being embraced.
Slowly, Jack loosened his hold and the two teenagers stared into each other’s eyes, waiting only a few moments before they started kissing. Panting heavily from their growing horniness, they moved over to the bed without ending heir kiss, quickly undressing each other before lying down. Without using his hands, Jack entered Victoria with one great push, drawing a gasp of joy from the young beauty. Their naked bodies pressed together and interlocked, the two lovers began panting and trembling in bliss with Jack taking point, thrusting into Victoria with machine-like strength.
Victoria’s body was indescribable in its physical beauty and feeling. Her firm rolling breasts jiggling against his chest, her soft flat belly lapping against his like waves on the beach, her long smooth legs wrapping around his waist and holding him tightly, her beautiful scarlet hair smelling like roses and fruit, and her red lips, as soft and delicate as wisps of ice cream. He loved every single centimeter of her body, and she could feel his love. She could feel his feelings basically being injected into her with each penetration, as well as with each breath they shared while they kissed.
Jack began to pick up speed, driving into her like a woodpecker and causing the mattress to rock back and forth and bounce on its frame. Feeling her barriers crashing down with each thrust, Victoria stopped kissing him and laid back, relishing the feeling of her approaching orgasm. Knowing the signs, Jack changed his movements, stirring his cock inside her with each thrust instead of relying on deep penetration. At last, Victoria cried out in ecstasy and Jack could feel her pussy shaking with wet arousal.
“Oh Jack!” She moaned over and over again.
Not done, Jack rolled off her and got behind her with the two of them on their sides. Lifting up her leg, he re-entered her and resumed fucking her, giving her a wide excited smile from the switch to the new position. Grinning and licking her lips, Victoria looked back and resumed hissing him, while placing one hand on his cheek and using the other hand to rub her clit. With the threshold reached, Victoria was quick to have another mind-numbing orgasm.
“Victoria, I’m going to cum.” He grunted in her ear.
“Well you’ve certainly deserved it. Give to me baby, pour all of your semen into me.” She whined.
Happy to obey, Jack put all of his remaining strength into twenty more brutally-fast thrusts, forcing his cock into her with so much speed that his balls were basically being slingshot back and forth almost painfully. In tandem with the twentieth thrust, Jack gave a low growl and emptied all of his reserves into her, filling her up to the point where sperm was overflowing and oozing out of her pussy. His erection deflating, Jack pulled out of her and laid his head on the pillow.
“I love you Jack, and I just want to be with you.” Victoria whispered, pressing herself against him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be together forever.” He replied, holding her close and slowly drifting to sleep.

“For as long as I can remember, my mom has been an overachiever with high expectations of me. You could say that she is a workaholic, always spending her time at one job or another, coming home late each night because she would rather work 5 to 9 instead of 9 to 5. It’s not like we needed the money, we would have been fine if she had worked better hours. When I asked her why she was never home and why she was so obsessed with work, she said that adults have to work, that’s just the way it is. Knowing what you have to do and doing it is all a part of growing up. She drilled that into my mind over and over again: know what you have to do and then do it, it’s time for you to grow up. I used to think she just hated my dad and I, but now I’m old enough to know that she’s just crazy. Oh well, with me being a whore and my mom always gone, it’s no big surprise that I started screwing my dad every night.” Kelly said with a bitter laugh, sitting on the invisible ground with her back to Jack.
“How Freudian, very interesting.” Jack said, walking towards her from across the dreamscape.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Freud believed that early childhood experiences dominated the shaping process of the human mind, and that most inner conflicts stemmed from the instinctive desire to have sex gone wrong. Many of these issues deal with the parents of the opposite gender. To be frank, you’re Freud’s wet dream.” He explained, sitting down behind her, back to back.
“So how does that help me?” Kelly asked, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
“Well we have two aspects as to the development of your identity crisis. On one hand, you have an uncaring mom who would rather stay at the office long into night than take her role as a wife and mother, leaving that role open, and you have her forcing a concept into your mind that terrified you and gave you a deep-seated fear of growing older. The family is the greatest basis for the development of our personalities: we mirror ourselves after our same-gender parent or rebel to create our own personality, in this case, your mother. We then use our opposite-gender parent as a model in which we develop our expectations for everyone of the opposite gender.
Quite simply, your father is the first man you have ever known and you used him as a model to set your expectations for finding a mate. With this, it’s clear that since you didn’t really have a mother in which to mirror or rebel against, you instead saw the role that she left wide open. Because you had no identity of your own, you sought to take your absent mother’s, at least in terms of responsibility. This can often take place in single-parent families, but it is because of your complete lack of an identity that you took it so far. This is why you never really felt shame when being intimate with your father; it was because you had not established your role as the daughter.
Then, there is the second aspect. From what I understand, you loathe your mother and you rarely ever saw her. From this, I can assume that you naturally rebelled against becoming like her, using only what you were able to gleam from her. She said that she basically drilled into your mind the concept that growing up involves total self-knowledge and the stoic sense of what has to be done. You hated your mother, so you hated what she believed in. You didn’t want to prove her right and become what she wanted, so you turned your back on knowing yourself. You tried to fight against the aging process, you wanted to stay young, immature, and carefree to rebel against her, and to do that, you had to stay ignorant of who you are and “what you needed to do”. Basically, your feelings for your mother triggered and energized humans’ natural fear of death and aging.
The fact that you were so desperate to stay young also helps explain why you chose the role of a prostitute. By becoming a sex object, you made yourself feel wanted and attractive, which is the main desire and fear that people normally develop, as they grow older.” He said.
“So what should I do?” Kelly asked, feeling the last and greatest weight basically melting off her shoulders.
“Nothing. You now know the source of your problems, and with that, you will naturally and subconsciously work to fix it. You have discovered your identity, so you’ve solidified your core and know where you stand. All that’s left is to overcome your anger and resentment for your mother and come to terms with your fear of death and aging, which you will achieve when I teach you to unlock the Self. For now, you are done.” He said.
Getting up on her knees, Kelly turned around and leaned on Jack, wrapping her arms around him.
“Jack, you’ve helped me more than anyone else in my life. No one has ever been so kind to me and done so much for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me, we’re friends after all.” Jack said with a smile while reaching back stroking her hair.
“Jack, I think I love you.” She murmured. Jack’s hand stopped, and he slowly moved it down from her hair and placed it on her hand.
“Kelly, you know I am with Victoria. I love her and I promised her that I would be with no one else.” He said softly.
“But you love me too, I know you do! You wouldn’t have done all this for me if you didn’t!” She said desperately with a tight hold.
“You’re right, I do care about you, but not in the same way I care about Victoria. Please Kelly, don’t make this difficult.” He said.
“You told me that you love to help people, to fulfill their potential. If I could be with someone I love and who loves me, just for one night, I think I may finally understand who I truly am. Be my mirror, show me my reflection.” She pleaded. Jack sighed.
“Speak to Victoria, I won’t do anything unless she wants me to.” He finally said.

“In order to discover the Self, you must see through the Superego. You must see through the display you use to project who you are, the part of your personality that is shaped by events and experiences. Think of your mind as like a planet, with your Self as the pure molten core, free of all characteristics or distinguishable features. Your Superego is the surface, shaped and morphed by the tectonic collisions of your life and decorated by life. All three of you have gone through this process: Victoria, you removed the barriers you had created around yourself out of fear of assimilation and have learned to trust others; Kelly, you discovered your identity and came to terms with your innate fear of growing up; Tyler, you faced the death of your sister, learned that pain is in the mind, and that there is no possible course of action, except for the one taken, all resulting in the loss of the guilt that has plagued you for years.” Said Jack. The four teenagers were sitting on the floor in Jack’s room, taking advantage of the time after school.
“Now, you all know that I am different, and I have promised you all of your answers on my birthday. That said, it would be better for you to complete this before then, which means that we have four days. Today I will begin going over with you the main concepts of the self and give an overview of the Tree of Life, something I have instructed Kelly to research. After that, we will closely examine the concepts, and hopefully, you will all be ready to accept my answers. Are you all ready?” He asked. Everyone nodded.
“Good, I’ll start off summarizing what I have told you all already. The Self is the core of your personality, the untainted source of all your honest likes and dislikes. When I say honest, I mean that the social factor has no effect on it. If you give into peer pressure, you could say that your Superego is the need to impress others, but the Self is your conscience, telling you not to give in. The interesting thing is that with this example, your conscience is acting, but not specifically your morals. Basically, the Self does not recognize rules or laws.
The Self has a very instinctual and biological origin, as it controls how we perceive our world and essentially regulates the flow of chemicals and neural pulses in the brain. It is like a combination of your physical desires and your pure emotions, basically the Id and Ego to your Superego, as Freud would say. However, the Self is also the source of higher-level thinking. I don’t mean that unlocking the Self makes you a super-genius, but it is instead the medium we use to conceive our place in the universe. The Superego looks only at the tiny world we live in, but the Self takes in our acknowledgement of the entirety of creation and gives birth to true philosophy.
As I said before, the Self controls our perceptions, labeling everything as good or bad, basically working on autopilot. However, if you can achieve the Self and see the truth that it provides for you, then you can see something from every possible angle, both positive and negative, and truly choose to be happy. People often ask me why I am so happy. Quite simply, I am happy because I am able to see the light in everything. They say that every problem is an opportunity in disguise, well that’s basically how I see the world. I only lower my smile out of respect for people grieving or when it is socially needed.”
“So how exactly do you discover the Self?” Kelly asked.
“You must overcome every assumption and unwritten rule that society has given you, you must realize your true value in the universe, and you must learn to go beyond black and white perceptions and see the grey in between. Many of the lessons on the Self, you have each already learned, albeit separately. I’ll go over all of them again so that you each get the same lesson, but not now. Now, we focus on the Tree of Life, also known as the Kabbalah and the Sephirot Tree. I figure since you know what I am capable of, there is no point in hiding it.”
On the wall behind Jack, three diagrams of light appeared, each the size of a table. All three of his students gasped in amazement, even Victoria, who had seen him block a knife, dematerialize bullets, and rip humans apart atom by atom and then resurrect them. The first diagram was of the simple Tree of Life, no more than a web with eleven bubbles, a name in each one. The second one was more complex, with explanations and directions around and between each bubble, as well as multiple symbols. However, due to the language of its origin, it was completely unreadable. The third looked downright strange, resembling an upside-down palm tree with branches extending from the trunk and a label imprinted on each of the ten leaves. Each branch had its own Sephirot bubble, as well as the heart of the roots and the knot of the tree.
“The tree has multiple interpretations, not only in translation but in appearance. One of my favorites is the work of Robert Fludd, the one who created the third diagram. The Tree of Life is one of the foundations of all religion, serving as the pathway to God. Now before you start worrying, I want to assure that I’m not trying to indoctrinate you into a cult.” He said with a laugh, which was joined by the others.
“I use the Tree of Life as a reference because I find it to be truly a fascinating concept and a perfect example for my methods. I am in no way religious. You all know my motto; half of reality is how you perceive it. When I say it, I mean that it is only through consciousness that things can be labeled and categorized. You can’t deny that a star is a colossal mass of nuclear fire, but you need a mind to actually label it as ‘hot’. This ability, born to everything that thinks, could almost considered a divine power. Quite simply, the gods that humans try so hard to find are actually the humans themselves.
That’s why the Tree of Life is such a good example for my teachings, you can replace God with the Self for the achievement that it leads you to. Since God and man are one in the same, the Tree of Life leads back to the same goal. Now, we move onto the definition. Each Sephirot on the tree corresponds to a virtue, a state of mind that must be attained to form a path. The tree has many different translations, but the overall idea is the same. Try to remember these, at least the definitions.
Keter, the first Sephirot, is our direct connection to our higher self. It links us to the higher dimensions through which only the mind may enter, since the mind creates them. It also consists of things that the human mind cannot comprehend. It represents the primal stirrings of intent in the Ein Soph –the Ein Soph being both the origin of everything and the divine nothing- or the arousal of desire to come forth into the varied life of being. But in this sense, although it contains all the potential for content, it contains no content itself, and is therefore called 'Nothing',
Chokhmah, the second of the ten Sephirot, is the first power of conscious intellect within Creation, and the first point of 'real' existence, since Keter represents emptiness. It is the power of intuitive insight, as well as wisdom. The "wisdom" of Chokhmah also implies the ability to look deeply at some aspect of reality and abstract its conceptual essence till one succeeds in uncovering its underlying axiomatic truth. These seeds of truth can then be conveyed to the companion power of Binah for the sake of intellectual analysis and development. Consider this our ability to comprehend and define.
Binah is 'understanding' or 'contemplation'. It is likened to a 'palace of mirrors' that reflects the pure point of light of Chokmah, increasing and multiplying it in an infinite variety of ways. In this sense, it is the 'quarry', which is carved out by the light of wisdom. On a psychological level, Binah is "processed wisdom," also known as deductive reasoning. It is davar mitoch davar -understanding one idea from another idea. While Chockmah is intellect that does not emanate from the rational process (it is either inspired or taught), Binah is the rational process that is innate in the person, which works to develop an idea fully.
Da’at is considered the point of creation, when the active principle of Chokhmah (wisdom), meets with the passive principle of Binah, 'understanding', and creates the archetypal idea of knowledge. These three are sometimes referred to as the “super-conscious”. You could say that Da’at is an unofficial Sephirot, serving as the keystone between all of them. Consider it your anchor, the balance in which you retain your humanity so that the knowledge of the Tree of Life doesn’t fuel your ego and give you delusional ideas of grandeur.
Chesed is loving-kindness, a simple virtue that can never be underestimated in its value. Like Da’at, it is an anchor to remind you that you are human, as one who is cruel seeks to separate himself from others, while someone who is kind opens their heart and places trust.
Gevurah is understood as God's mode of punishing the wicked and judging humanity in general. But like I’ve said before, man and God are one in the same, therefor, it is the ability of humans to judge other humans. It is the foundation of stringency, absolute adherence to the letter of the law, and strict meting out of justice, essentially making it the key to mankind’s ability to create civilization. This stands in contrast to Chesed. Gevurah is associated in the soul with the power to restrain one's innate urge to bestow goodness upon others, when the recipient of that good is judged to be unworthy and liable to misuse it. I used Gevurah when Victoria and I were attacked, knowing there was no time to talk. As the force that measures and assesses the worthiness of Creation, Gevurah is also referred to in the Kabbalah as midat hadin (the attribute of judgment). It is the restraining might of Gevurah which allows one to overcome his enemies, be they from without or from within (his evil inclination).
Tiferet is the force that integrates the Sephirot of Chesed ("compassion") and Gevurah (Strength or Judgement). These two forces are, respectively, expansive (giving) and restrictive (receiving). Either of them without the other could not manifest the flow of enlightened energy; they must be balanced in perfect proportion by balancing compassion with discipline. This balance can be seen in the role of Tiferet, wherein the conflicting forces are harmonized, and creation flowers forth. This is what will grant you the knowledge to know when to talk down a terrorist who has shot you in the chest and is trying to crash a plane and when to do what you can to ensure your safety or the safety of someone else. Tiferet also balances Netzach and Hod in a similar manner. In that case, Hod can be seen as the intellect where Netzach is seen as emotion.
Understanding the attributes of Netzach and Hod gives us a new perspective into understanding what is happening in the world. No longer do we merely look at an act at face value and attempt to understand it as such, but we must look at it also in terms of "a means to an end.” These Sephirot mark a turning point. Whereas the first two groups of Sephirot deal with intrinsic will and what it is that we desires to bestow upon other people, these Sephirot are focused on man: What is the most appropriate way for man to receive God's message? How can God's will be implemented most effectively? In essence, it is the innate desire to find the Self, balancing intellect and emotion to uncover your core.
All the Sephirot are likened to different parts of the body, and Netzach and Hod are likened to the two feet of a person. Feet are usually only the means for a person's activity. While the hands are the main instrument of action, the feet bring a person to the place where he wishes to execute that action. However, Hod is seen as form of "submission"; being explained that instead of "conquering" an obstacle in one's way, (which is the idea of Netzach), subduing oneself to that "obstacle" is related to the quality of Hod. Tyler, what you and I discussed about how time dictates all actions fit into this category. It is the humble acceptance of one’s role and value in the universe.
The Sephirot of Yesod translates spiritual concepts into actions that unite us with God, or as I’ve said, the Self. It plays the role of collecting and balancing the different and opposing energies of Hod and Netzach, and also from Tiferet above it, storing and distributing it throughout the world. It is likened to the engine-room of creation. Think of it as the hub between the Self and the Superego, creating the compromises between our true desires and society’s needs that we experience every day. When the Self tells you that you are hungry but your Superego reminds you that you are on a diet, the principal of Yesod comes into play in the form of you deciding to eat something healthy.
Malkuth is the final Sephirot, and unlike the other nine, it is an attribute of mankind, which does not emanate from mankind directly. Rather it emanates from mankind's creation—when that creation reflects and evinces mankind's glory from within itself. Think of it as the final anchor, the link between the world outside your body and the world inside your mind. It is associated with the realm of matter and relates to the physical world. It is important not to think of this Sephirot as merely "unspiritual", for even though it is the emanation furthest from the divine source, it is still on the Tree of Life. As the receiving sphere of all the other Sephirot above it, Malkuth gives tangible form to the other emanations. It is like the negative node of an electrical circuit. The divine energy comes down and finds its expression in this plane, and our purpose as human beings is to bring that energy back around the circuit again and up the Tree.
Now, that is it for today. Go home, mull over what I have told you, and see what progress you can make on your own. I’ll leave you all alone tonight.”
Everyone nearly rolled back onto the floor like water if its container suddenly disappeared. They had been sitting still for so long and paying so much attention to Jack that they had lost all feeling in their muscles. They all stood up and stretched, moaning in joy at the feeling of finally being able to ease the tension in their bodies.
“Alright ladies, I’ll drive you home.” Tyler said with a yawn.
“Actually I live just down the road, so I’ll stay with Jack a little longer and then walk home. But thank you though.” Victoria said gratefully.
“Kelly?” Tyler asked.
“Yeah, that would be great. But uh, Victoria? Could I talk to you for a minute?” She replied, causing Victoria to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Sure.” She said, following Kelly out of the room and deep into the hall.
“So, what do you think they’re talking about?” Tyler asked.
“I don’t have the heart to listen in.” Jack said, standing up and stretching.
“You’ve certainly recovered from your wound quickly.” Tyler remarked.
“Well now that you three know, I don’t have to pretend anymore. Really, I just walk with the cane for everyone else’s sake.” Jack explained.
“So when I discover my Self, will I get powers like yours?” He asked, making Jack laugh.
“No, my abilities and the Self are completely unrelated. Don’t worry my friend, you’ll get your answers soon enough.” Jack responded.

“So what’s up?” Victoria asked, standing in the bathroom with Kelly.
“You told me about what happened with those guys in Washington, but there is something I need to tell you. You know that I used to be a whore and a drug addict… well I’m not anymore. I mean that literally; I’m a virgin and I’ve never had any drugs in my system.” She said nervously. Victoria looked at her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“Jack cured me of all my problems. He cured me of all my STDs, my withdrawal symptoms, he removed my scars, and he even gave me my virginity. Basically, I haven’t been this pure since I was nine years old. I told you that so I could tell you this. I don’t know how to say it, so I’m just going to be blunt. I’m in love with Jack, and with your permission, I’d like to have a three-way.” Said Kelly. Victoria took a slow deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check and not feel overly protective.
“Go home Kelly.” Victoria sighed, walking out of the bathroom.
“Nice chat.” Kelly said with a click of her tongue.

“So, did you get what you were looking for?” Kelly asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Tyler’s pickup truck as they drove towards her house.
“I guess, I got a lot of information but no real answers. Though I guess I can understand, I mean he did basically give us the tools to achieve our goals, now he’s going to let us experiment with them before telling us what they’re for. I just wonder if we’ll really accomplish something before the 21st.” Tyler shrugged.
“I’ve been wondering about that. You know what the 21st is, right?” Kelly asked.
“Of course, 12/21/2012, the Mayan doomsday that everyone has been talking about. What, you think it’s real?” Tyler laughed.
“Well maybe not the Mayan thing exactly, but haven’t you noticed that he wants to get everything done before then, like he’s not expecting anything after? What if he knows something that we don’t.”
“Girl, from the moment we met, I’ve known that he knows something that I don’t know.” Tyler grunted.

Jack and Victoria lay on his fold-out mattress, painting heavily with their bodies glistening with sweat and their clothes scattered across the room.
“Kelly asked for a three-way.” Victoria said out of the blue.
“Really? I didn’t think she would go that far.” Jack replied.
“So you knew?”
“Of course I knew, I’m the one who sent her to ask you. She said she wanted to sleep with me, I turned her down because I’m with you, she insisted, and I told her that she would have to talk to you if I were to break my promise. I must say, the suggestion was a good idea on her part. Make you feel more comfortable by letting you watch and intervene however you like, let you remain a part of it. It seems she really trusts you, after all, you’re one of her first real friends.”
“You’re such a gentleman.” She said sweetly.
“So what was your answer?”
“I said no. I’m not into women and I hate the idea of sharing you.” She replied, sitting up with a blanket wrapped around her.
“With how hungrily you lick your fingers clean after each session of playing with yourself, some would say otherwise. Besides, maybe this would help you finally eliminate your trust issues.” Jack suggested. Victoria shot him a dirty look.
“I’m going home.” She established.

Kelly was lying in bed, staring up at her ceiling with her mind abuzz with questions, all of which about Jack, the 21st, or his teachings. What was going to happen on Friday? Would Victoria change her mind if she pressed the matter? How was she supposed to make sense of what Jack had told her. She had studied the Tree of Life over and over, but she just couldn’t figure out how it worked.
‘Calm down, you aren’t helping yourself by getting all worked up. Jack told you to try and make some progress on your own, so do it and quit complaining. We have to do whatever he says, he’s our teacher.
Holy shit, we may be a cult after all.’ She thought to herself before laughing.
Her nerves steady, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and interlaced her fingers with her whole body becoming calm. Lying on her back, not moving, she slowly felt sleepiness crawling up her body like frost. But it was mental tiredness she wanted, not physical tiredness. More and more, she calmed her mind, focusing only on her breathing until she felt herself beginning to fall back towards the world of dreams.
‘Ok, Jack isn’t coming tonight, so I can’t rely on a dream to help me. So… visualize it.’ Kelly thought, imagining the Tree of Life. No matter how many times she looked at it, it always seemed familiar, like it was tickling some long-lost memory.
‘Focus on the first one, Keter, focus. He said… he said that it dealt with higher planes, those that only the mind could reach and the ones that surpassed all human understanding. He said it was nothingness, the bleakness from which creation originated. Ok, not sure what to do with that. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to try…’ She thought.
Like sweat from pores, liquid darkness began to ooze forth from every surface in her room like ink. She was sinking into her mind, bypassing all stages of sleep and landing right in the REM stage. As she sank further and further into the dream, her mind was losing its grip on reality. Within minutes, she began to sink into her bed as well, losing her sense of what it felt like and her knowledge that it was really there. Finally, her sheets opened up beneath her and she fell into space, surrounded by stars and galaxies.
“Planes that only my mind can reach and planes that I cannot comprehend… The bleakness from which creation originated…” She murmured as her bra and panties slowly slipped off her body and transformed into gas.
“The limits of what I can understand, the edge of my mind… The edge of the universe…” She whispered, closing her eyes and allowing her brain to delve further into the dream.
Taking a deep breath, Kelly felt no fear or shock as cells began to bud off her. At first they were no more than the usual dead skin cells, but in seconds, entire layers of skin were flaking off, revealing the muscles and veins beneath. As if being eaten by acid, all the veins began to corrode, their cells being jettisoned off like the escape pods of a space ship. In a silent splatter, her veins all popped, emptying her blood into space. With the biological cloud expanding, her muscles became the next material to fall apart, followed by her organs, and at last, her skeleton.
Moving quickly, her cells spread out in all directions, flying off through space. Each cell, intact and immune to damage, contained all of her senses and was linked to the rest in one great hive mind. Kelly could feel them all, as if they were billions of tiny hands with eyes in the palms, letting her see and touch everything. And yet, there was no brain or top cell for the information to be received. It felt like she experienced everything through each cell all at once.
Her cells continued to spread out, some picking up speed and others slowing down. Time passed, Kelly didn’t know how long, it barely felt like an hour to her. But regardless of time or the elements, her cells survived the wraths of space, being sucked into black holes, landing on planets and asteroids, getting caught in space storms and gas giants, or just flying off into the darkest corners of the cosmos, never to see or be seen again. Over the course of what felt like barely a couple of hours but were really several billion years, Kelly’s cells were stretched across the entire universe like a 3D minefield, her existence spread out across the entirety of the universe.
But… it was too great. She could see from each and every one of her cells, but it was like she couldn’t communicate with them. Whenever she focused her attention on one, she would completely forget about what she saw with the others. She would look through one, find she couldn’t contact the one closest to it, and completely forget about everything she had seen in the first. It was like each and every time she applied the tiniest amount of focus or attention, her memory completely slipped, like a goldfish swimming in circles because the bowl seemed completely new to it with each lap.
But there was more, she new there was more to see. She had to go beyond the horizon, go beyond the edge of the universe. She willed herself to go further, expand her parameters to new sizes. Her cells continued to fly out in all directions, approaching the very rim of the universe. But the farther they flew, the foggier their vision came. Each one was essentially failing like a broken security camera, but she couldn’t stop, she had to see more! She was so close, she had just about reached the edge of the universe. Finally, she broke through into the realm of Nonexistence,
Suddenly, her universe began to condense, closing in on itself, being devoured by true Nonexistence. Kelly’s cells were all being pushed back into the universe, watching as the colorless Nonexistence washed over the universe like a tsunami. It was all shrinking, the universe collapsing to half its size, then a quarter, the size of a galaxy, a nebula, a black hole, a star, a planet, a house. Pushed back to the point from which she originated, Kelly was forcefully reformed by the pressure of Nonexistence, before it finally devoured her.
SNAP!
Kelly bolted up with such intensity that she basically jumped out of bed and landed on the floor, gasping like someone had just tried to drown her. Never in her life, even with Jack, had any dream been that vivid or realistic. Had she inadvertently scratched the surface of the Self? Is this what it was capable of?!

Tyler knew this was a dream, but he still felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from the rage boiling in his veins. He was in the parking lot of the local movie theater, behind the building and in a dark corner. it was late at night, and in front of him, not two feet away were his thirteen year-old self, his naked sister, and the two men raping her while the third guy kept Tyler pinned down. Both Tyler and Elsa had been bound and gagged with duct tape so that they couldn’t fight back or call for help, but that didn’t keep them from getting beaten and roughed up.
Tyler had suffered this dream over a thousand times, but he could never get over it. Only through repeating what Jack had taught him did he maintain his cool and keep from falling apart. But this time, what was hurting him the most was the fact that he was still having the dream. He thought he had come to terms with his sister’s death, he thought the dreams would stop after Jack’s mom’s funeral, and yet he still had to endure this nightmare. He knew what was going to happen, it had been burned in his mind, yet he couldn’t look away. He watched as one of the men taking turns with his sister pulled her up onto her hands and knees, smacked her ass, and the inserted herself into her anus. She cried until tears were streaming down her face from the sodomy, having never experienced it before and received no warning. While she was anally raped, the other two men switched places, giving Tyler a new captor while the one who had been standing on top of him moved in front of his sister, pulled out his dick, and started jacking off. It didn’t take long, he showed no hesitation in ejaculating right on her face at pointblank range.
After several minutes, the man raping her pulled out with a long string of semen leading from Elsa’s bleeding asshole to the head of his cock.
“Alright, I’m done, let’s get out of here.” He said, pulling out a knife and proceeding to stab both Elsa and Tyler in the chest.
Tyler winced and put his hand on his side, feeling like the blade had just entered him for real all over again. With the young Tyler and his sister Elsa lying on the cold pavement, their blood pooling beneath them and blending together, the thugs grabbed the money they had stolen and began to run off. However, after only taking a few steps, they stopped dead in their tracks, time having completely stopped. This always happened, this was the point where his memories stopped. Whether he blacked out or just repressed it, he had no idea.
He turned back to his past self and Else and felt his jaw drop. The two of them, together in that one small space in the parking lot, was the only area in which time was still moving. Elsa, scrapping her naked body on the cold hard pavement and gushing blood, wiggled over to her younger brother. The young Tyler, on the verge of passing out, began to feel his eyes drooping. The present Tyler looked around, seeing the dream being consumed by darkness and reaching the end of his memory. No, he had to see the rest! Tyler crouched down, watching Elsa scrape her face against the ground until her lips and nose were bleeding profusely, but succeeded in pulling the duct tape off her mouth.
At that moment, everything became dark, the young Tyler having closed his eyes and ended the visual component.
“No! NOOOO!” Tyler screamed.
“Tyler…” He heard. It was his sister’s voice, Elsa’s! His eyes had closed but he hadn’t lost consciousness yet. There was more to the memory!
“Elsa!” He cried out with tears running down his face.
“I’m sorry Tyler, I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry your special night got ruined. I know you’re hurt, but I also know that you’ll survive. So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy. I love you Ty, and happy birthday.” He heard his sister murmur in the darkness.
Falling to his knees, Tyler sobbed uncontrollably, not even noticing as the scene returned to its original frozen moment. Looking back at the three criminals, he finally understood. This was the last time he would ever have this dream, it hadn’t come back to haunt him from the past, but to make sure he understood everything before moving onwards into the future. He had finally heard his sister’s dying message, the last chapter in the story, telling him how to live his life. He finally knew what he had to do.
“Chesed, Sephirot of loving kindness.” He said to himself.
‘So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy.’ He thought to himself. He then turned to the three frozen figures, caught in mid-sprint. He knew what he had to do from now on, and he had to start with them.
“I forgive you.” He said softly.

Victoria was walking down the street of Portland, breathing into her hands to keep her fingers warm. The sidewalk was unusually packed and the sounds of traffic were practically overpowering on this day. It was freezing outside with a bitter sea breeze rushing between the buildings. About to press the button on a street lamp at an intersection, Victoria and everyone else in the city was nearly blinded by a bright light in the sky. Looking up while trying to shield her eyes, Victoria gazed in amazement at the object falling down from the heavens. It looked like the Tree of Life, but almost in the form of a neon sign that was several miles in diameter. Among them, the Malkuth and Yesod Sephirots were on fire.
Piercing layer after layer of the earth’s atmosphere, the tree rapidly heated the air around it and in Portland, so much so that buildings and people began to catch fire. Crashing into the sea, the Tree of Life created another blinding flash, similar to a nuclear explosion, and summoned a mushroom cloud of water that reached all the way up into space. Simultaneously, a molecule-shattering shockwave and deluge of fire washed over Portland. With nothing to shield herself with but her own arms, Victoria had no way to prevent her own body from being reduced to ashes.
Moving at speeds that made sound look like a mentally challenged slug, the incinerating pulse spread out in all directions, obscuring the northern Atlantic, eastern Canada, and New England. It continued to expand, quickly consuming the hemisphere, and then the whole planet. Anything standing was instantly shattered like a sugar cube and anything flammable was completely incinerated in less than a second. With fire raining down from the sky and the lakes boiling, earth looked more like hell, completely devoid of life in only minutes.
Victoria’s eyes bolted open and she looked around wildly, finding that she was floating in space. With her was the entirety of earth’s population, not just humans but all life, including animals, plants, insects, and even germs. Everyone was naked, but lucky for Victoria, she was the only conscious one, save for Kelly. The dream-Kelly was floating in front of her, wearing the same smile that Jack always wore.
“What, you turned into Kelly and now you’re visiting me? I thought you were leaving all of us alone tonight.” She said, still angry with Jack.
“Actually, for once, I’m not Jack. I’m your subconscious, which you thought was your dream-Jack the whole time. Jack did tell you that contact with the Self was the source of all philosophy.” Said Kelly.
“Well what was all that just now?” Victoria asked.
“That is your mind processing the information of two of the Sephirot and turning them into a similar image. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. I’m here to teach you what you already know, using information that Jack has already told us, mixed with your own philosophical knowledge.
Quite simply, all this is the result of death, allowing all life on earth to return to what it once was: matter and energy. Though technically, it never really was anything but that.”
“Ok, so what does this have to do with anything?” Victoria asked impatiently.
“It is meant to show you that regardless of the species, all life is life. We are all made from the same matter and energy, the same atoms forged in the stars and the same power born from the birth of the universe. Regardless of different thoughts, opinions, ideas, beliefs, genders, ethnicities, and even species, we are all exactly the same, all part of the super organism known as Life. Think of how close you are with someone if you are able accept their blood transfusion. Now realize that everyone is made of and can exchange the same biomass, as long as the pieces are small enough.” Kelly said. She then floated forward and placed her hand on Victoria’s chest, causing her to shiver and blush.
“What are you doing?” Victoria asked, looking away.
“Showing you how close we really are.” Kelly said before leaning forward.
In the skin in her hand and the skin on Victoria’s chest, the cells began to break down into the pure molecular components. DNA chains were reformed and connected with each other, linking Victoria and the Kelly at the biological level. Victoria trembled and panted as Kelly’s hand completely merged with her chest, entering her torso cavity as a splash of primordial ooze. The flesh on Victoria’s back began to rise up, being shaped into fingers with the DNA inside turning back to the original Kelly’s.
Kelly pressed forward, inserting her whole arm into Victoria’s chest, with her flesh, blood, and bone becoming Victoria’s, before reforming from her back from Victoria’s own flesh, blood, and bone. Kelly continued to lean forward, interlacing her long smooth legs with Victoria’s before they melted together. Victoria panted and shook as she felt her breasts and pussy being touched by Kelly’s. She knew this was a dream, she knew that this wasn’t some trick by Jack or the real Kelly (that being impossible), but she had never touched another women like this. Kelly’s breasts felt so soft and warm against hers, their nipples practically fencing before merging together like water’s reflection and the person that the reflection showed as they dove in. For only a few seconds, Victoria could feel her own pussy against Kelly’s, the two pairs of lips kissing sensually and gently before they too formed.
With a soft smile on her face, Kelly closed the gap between her and Victoria and kissed her, inserting her tongue into Victoria’s mouth and filling it with her own flavor. Victoria struggled to describe the taste of another woman, it was so sweet and wet, like hot tea with extra sugar. Then, Victoria and Kelly fully joined together, their bodies becoming one large human-shaped blob of living flesh, with the DNA of the two women unwinding and reforming to a new level of compromise, joining together like grasping hands. Even their bones were basically turning into neutral biomass, as the core of their shared bodies just became a well of primordial ooze, a concoction of biological information and chemical materials.
The two women joined together completely, neither one of them could breathe, but they didn’t need to. Every cell was basically breaking down into proteins and molecules, simplifying to the point where oxygen was no longer required. And yet, each particle could be felt as if the nervous system was still fully operational. Their heads completely merged, Victoria could feel their brains became one, the DNA shuffling but the matter remaining the same. With neural networks being completely rewired and formed for the brief merging process, it was like Kelly’s mind was pouring into her own. She could feel their personalities joining, see her memories (well to be clear, the memories she was projecting onto the Kelly), and feel her own identity melting.
Finally, like one light beam passing through another, Kelly’s face began to form in the back of Victoria’s head, leaning out as their bodies began to separate one again. Her limbs broke free of Victoria’s, her breasts reforming as their torsos differentiated, and at last, Kelly stepped out of Victoria, the two women separate once again with their DNA back to their original forms. Victoria was practically going into shock, unable to process what had just happened. It felt almost like dying, her mind losing sense of what it was and unable to connect to the rest of the body, and yet, it also felt like rebirth, like her mind was re-entering the real world as it became one with Kelly’s. It was terrifying and yet euphoric.
“As Jack always said, the only real differences are the ones we create ourselves. At our core, we are all exactly the same, each a cell in the one organism known as life. You could go through that same process with an animal or plant, your biological identity being lost as it merged with that of the other organism. Watch.” Kelly said.
Around her, all of the people and organisms that had died in the first stage of the dream began to fly through space to a single point, as if drawn in by a black hole. Bodies slammed into each other and melted together, becoming a great mass of human flesh. Then, animals began to join in, further melting the biological identity of the mass as they became one with it and the entire system compromised to their DNA. The animals were followed by plant life, with trees, weeds, flowers, and grass crashing against the small moon of biomass and becoming one with it. By the time all the insects and germs had joined with it, the living sphere was the size of earth’s moon, completely anatomically neutral, the sum of all life born into one single organism.
“Should I take the rest of the life in the universe and add them? The aliens from across the galaxy? I’m sure you know now that they would become one with all other life without any other problems.”
“Oh my god.” Victoria gasped.
She could then feel herself being pulled forward, drawn to the living sphere as if by gravity. But after merging with Kelly, she no longer felt any fear. Completely calm, she let her body crash into the surface, being absorbed on contact without any sort of impact. As if sinking in acid, Victoria could feel her body being dismantled as she sank deeper and deeper into the mass, and yet it was completely painless. Instead, she felt like her body was almost growing, picking up the sensory information from the sea of biomass around her. The deeper and deeper she was pulled in, the more of her cells were pulled away. Finally, reaching the core, Victoria’s mind basically melted, being replaced with the collective hive mind of the entire organism.
She didn’t know where she ended and everything else began, she didn’t even know who she was. There was too much information floating around and through her to keep her identity. It felt… so good. It felt like all of her problems and conflicts were disappearing, being dematerialized as she became one with all life of earth. Her identity was gone, now filled only with the pleasure of being a part of everything.
SPLAT!
In one great explosion, the moon ruptured and sprayed biomass in all directions like a colossal pain balloon. Cells were jettisoned in all directions, each one falling apart and crumbling into its atomic components. Gasping for air and feeling like her mind had just gone through a blender, Victoria was tossed aside, back in her original body. She looked around wildly, hovering in space with Kelly still with her.
“What the hell? What happened?” She asked, looking around but seeing only stars and galaxies.
“The sphere is still what it was, only in one of its simplest forms. You’re still in it, but not in the way you think. While you can’t exactly see each one individually, you are floating in a sea of atoms. Each atom around you was in the biomass moon, and around us, undetectable by your human senses, is the energy that flowed through it and all life on earth. In essence, this is what all life is: atoms and energy joined together in a specific way. Even between life and inanimate matter, there is no real difference, save for what shape it’s in. It’s just like what Jack said at his mom’s funeral. If you want, the sphere can be reformed, or you as well can be turned into pure atoms and energy.” Kelly explained. Victoria took a deep breath.
“So what now?” She asked.
“Now you have to understand. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. You now understand through Malkuth that life and death are one in the same, that our form and shape is the only difference between our living cells and the earth beneath our feet. The mind and the physical world are one in the same. And through Yesod, you know that your Self and your Superego are your identity and how you differentiate yourself from all matter and energy around you. It is the source of your natural definition of what the difference between life and death are, it’s what let’s you feel emotions and draw meaning from the physical world.” Said Kelly.
“Alright, I understand.” Victoria said, taking another deep breath.
“Do you? Because if you do, then you won’t feel any discomfort from this…” Kelly said as she floated over to Victoria.
Her hand on the back of Victoria’s head, Kelly brought their lips together and kissed her, softly at first but then with more passion. For the first second, Victoria was numb to the feeling of the soft feminine lips against her own, but in a flurry, waves of pleasure shot through her whole body. Kelly tasted so sweet, so unique from Jack, so deliciously different. Victoria had never been with a woman before or even thought of one, but now with Kelly… she suddenly didn’t care. Sexuality no longer meant anything, preference had no worth now that she knew the truth about all life. All that mattered right now was pleasure, and feeling as good as she could while exploring the body before her.
Victoria wrapped her arms around Kelly and the two women’s bodies became interlaced, trying to create as much surface contact as possible while they both began to suck on each other’s tongues. To Victoria, it almost felt like she was kissing herself, like she was locking lips with a clone of herself that had a different appearance. All life is one in the same, the only individuals are those who want to be individuals, all bodies are fundamentally compatible at the biological level, and all that mattered was the preference of the person. After everything she had seen and experienced in this dream, Victoria couldn’t care less about the gender who she was with, as long as they were someone she cared about. A body was a body, what mattered was the mind inside of it, and even though she only felt love for Jack, this new experience of being with a woman was driving her wild with lust.
As she resigned herself to what was about to happen, she felt a surface against her back and gravity take affect on her. She was lying on an invisible floor, which immediately told her what was going to happen. Kelly ended their kiss and began to run her tongue across Victoria’s cheek and down her neck. Even if it was a dream, Victoria could not even begin to describe the feeling of a woman’s tongue on her naked body, so soft and delicate. Compared to Jack, who was as gentle and loving as she could ever want, Kelly was just so femininely sweet. Victoria gave a soft coo as she felt Kelly begin to massage her breasts with her hands, giggling and covering them with soft kisses.
As Kelly wrapped her lips around Victoria’s left nipple and began sucking it lovingly, Victoria looked down and they made eye contact, the two of them smiling. Kelly moved back and forth, licking Victoria’s breasts like they were two mounds of ice cream. She then moved down, running her tongue down Victoria’s flat belly. With a girlish laugh, Kelly began petting Victoria’s wet pussy, teasing her and licking her lips before finally coming down and flitting her tongue up the middle of the entrance. Feeling a woman touch her most precious and sensitive spot, regardless of how gently, made Victoria give a soft whine and blush. Lying on her stomach on the invisible ground with Victoria’s thighs against her ears, Kelly began sensually running her tongue through Victoria’s cunt, licking up her juices and energizing every nerve in her body.
“Oh god, that feels so good!” Victoria whimpered as she ran her fingers through Kelly’s hair. She then yelped as she felt Kelly insert her thumb into her anus.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” Kelly purred, working her thumb back and forth in Victoria’s tight asshole.
She continued eating Kelly out, sending her tongue as far up into Victoria as possible while working her lips against the entrance. Victoria’s face was bright red and it almost looked like she was crying in joy, writhing with each flick of Kelly’s tongue and squeezing her large breasts for added stimulation. As Victoria approached her first orgasm, Kelly suddenly stopped, nearly causing Victoria to beg and plead for more.
Getting up on her knees, Kelly wrapped her arms around Victoria’s legs and lifted up her lower body so that her ass was in the air. With a giggle, Kelly ran her tongue around Victoria’s asshole, teasing her and causing her to whimper from the new ticklish sensation. Reaching up, Victoria started fingering herself frantically, her hand barely an inch from Kelly’s face as she gave Victoria her first rimjob. Taking it even further, she spread open Victoria’s ass cheeks and spat down into the darkness of her asshole, nearly making her cum from the visual feeling of having Kelly’s saliva so deep inside her. Holding her willing recipient open, Kelly inserted her tongue into Victoria’s anus, using it to try and sodomize her while Victoria fingered herself into her first orgasm.
Without a doubt, it was one of the greatest climaxes of her life, with her hand basically a blur as she came so hard that pussy juice actually splashed out from her slit and soaked her face. With Victoria taken care of, Kelly moved aside and got on all fours, shaking her ass at Victoria.
“Come on baby, you know you want to…” She purred.
Like a crackhead spotting from cocaine on the floor, Victoria crawled over with her whole body twitching and buried he face in Kelly’s pussy, licking it like there was a gun to her head. Both women began to moan in happiness, Kelly moaning to fit the situation of the dream, and Victoria moaning from the delicious taste of Kelly’s snatch and the erotic realization of what she was doing. For years, Victoria had wished she could lick her own pussy, dreaming of the pleasure it would bring, but here and now, her subconscious flashed with the discovery and acceptance that what she had really wanted was to experiment with a woman. With this knowledge, she doubled her efforts, gorging herself on Kelly’s sweet cunt with undeniable aggression, as if trying to force herself inside of her.
Before long, she could feel Kelly beginning to tremble. She knew what it meant, she knew it all to well. But instead of continuing what she was doing, she stopped and moved upward, working her tongue into Kelly’s asshole while fingering her cunt. Kelly moaned in euphoria as Victoria expected and even began shaking her rear so that her young soft ass cheeks would jiggle against Victoria’s face.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Kelly shrieked with Victoria ass-fucking her with her tongue. After soaking Victoria’s hand with her juices, Kelly rolled onto her back.
“Come on baby, get on top of me.” She instructed.
Knowing exactly what she meant, Victoria turned around and moved on top of her in the 69-position. She lowered herself down, burying her face in Kelly’s cunt while setting her ass down on her partner’s face. Getting to both taste Kelly’s pussy while getting her own pussy licked, Victoria was in complete nirvana, unable to voice the sheer amount of sensual pleasure was experiencing with her body interlocked with Kelly’s. Her body instead spoke for her, giving her another orgasm, which Kelly matched in timing and intensity. Drinking up each other’s juices desperately, the two women waited until they had stopped shaking before separating.
“So, have you changed your mind?” Kelly panted.
“Definitely.”

“In order to discover the Self, you must realize your place in the universe and solidify your self-value. You must realize that while we are all individuals in a sense, we are all exactly the same in the grander scheme. The only true differences are the ones we create ourselves, while in reality, we are all made of the same atoms, molecules, and energy. Our DNA may be different and we may have different thoughts, but that only shows that the pieces that built us all don’t always go together in the exact same way, especially in the mind. Let’s say you took DNA out of the question and compared any two humans. Other than perhaps differences in how they are built in terms of bulk and size, the only conceivable difference between them is how their minds work via neural pathways and component affiliation. Even between genders, there is no difference.
If I wanted to, I could complete change each of you into someone else, including each other. Which woman would Tyler become and which woman would become a man, oh it makes me laugh just think about it.” Said Jack. Tyler and the two girls laughed nervously, knowing that he really could do it.
“I don’t just mean rearranging atoms either, your DNA contains all the information for humans in general. While it may require a Y chromosome from a sperm to fertilize an egg and create a male human, the DNA in every woman contains the biological information on how to create a child of the opposite gender. And that’s not all, all organisms stem from the primordial laws of anatomy, and each and every organism carries those primordial laws. Plants use photosynthesis and animals use cellular respiration, but if you had the ability, you could without a problem take the genetic information from either and turn them into the other. As long as the atoms are there and you can manipulate them, you can turn anything into anything.
However, if you go even deeper, you realize that we are actually no different from non-living matter as well. Take any object in my room, or even your own clothes, just pick something. You and whatever object you picked share the same principals of containing matter, energy, and chemical reactions. Even a cold stone has energy passing through it and molecules breaking and forming within it. You may be thinking to yourself that this is a load of bullshit (pardon my French), but you are each no different than whatever object you chose.
While the atoms, amount of energy, and number of chemical reactions may be different, all matter is the same. It all depends on how it is put together. Tell me, what is the difference between a dead body and a living one? At the atomic level, none. In terms of energy, great. Cellular condition and health? Well that depends on reason of death and how long ago death occurs. Imagine a human dying, not from any illness, accident, or even age. Just imagine life leaves him like a dead battery, and for the sake of the metaphor, his cells remain in perfect condition. Do you know the only difference between you and that body? Nothing more than the amount of energy you contain and it contains. Hell, since the cells are still intact, you could bring him back to life with a jumpstart.
In essence, the only difference between you and any dead body is the amount of energy you each have and the condition of the cells if you want to be nitpicky. That’s it. It still has matter like you, it still has chemical reactions like you, and it still has energy like you, albeit a lower amount. There is nothing different between you two, and since there is no difference between a dead body and inanimate matter, there is no real difference between life and inanimate matter.” Explained Jack.
“So how does that tie in to self-worth?” Kelly asked.
“If you see yourself as exactly like everything else, then you see yourself as an equal part of the universe. Instead of thinking that you’re a person on the only known planet that can support life, you realize that you are a conglomerate of atoms and energy, held in the gravitational pull of another conglomerate of atoms, orbiting a nuclear fusion conglomerate of atoms in the universe. You see yourself not as an organism on the dry earth, but as a drop of water, more energetic than the dry earth but made of atoms just like it.
The next time you go out and maybe glance up at the moon, I want you to realize that the difference between you and it is little more than how you are both built and how far apart you are. If your ever bored, reach out and touch the nearest object. Try to visualize the atoms in your body coming into to contact with the atoms in that object, the energy swirling around within it and you, and realize that you are nothing more a bigger copy of that with more atoms and different chemical reactions.” Said Jack.
He then paused, letting the words sink in to everyone’s mind. Mulling over everything he had told them, Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly looked around the room and the floor, doing what he said and visualizing the atoms and energy. In their eyes, he could see that they knew he was right. He could see that they were realizing how matter and energy were the only changes.
“Once you realize this, then you will see pain in a whole new way. You will realize that what you feel as pain is nothing more than chemical reactions in your body, reacting to other chemical reactions or physical collisions. At which point, the value and meaning of that pain becomes up to you. Imagine someone plays a prank on you, humiliates you in front of the whole school with everyone pointing and laughing at you. Unless their prank involved physically harming you, your only pain comes from the value you place on the prankster’s intentions and the laughing of everyone. They cannot force this pain on it, you can only choose to let it happen. If you can see beyond the social meaning implied in the ramifications of that prank, if you can see the insignificance of something as insipid as the opinions of the people laughing at you, and if you can look at yourself and realize that since you are not hurt, there is no reason to be upset, then you realize that you have achieved complete self-reliance.
Victoria, Kelly, I told this story to Tyler, I think this will help you understand what I am saying. Back in my old school, there was a girl I knew, one who I had taught to discover the Self. Unfortunately, she became the victim of a sexual assault. However, in no way did it affect her because she didn’t let it affect her. To understand why, let’s take a look at the reasons of why sexual assault normally hurts people.
1. There is the physical damage. She had her virginity taken away, but to her, it did not matter, because that didn’t mean she couldn’t still know the feeling of making love to someone for the first time in her life. Any other scars would inevitably heal.
2. There is the loss of power, the loss of the ability to choose who touches you in that way, when a woman is normally very selective in who she allows to establish that bond. She said that she didn’t mind, because nothing he could do could hurt her mind, only her body, and I’ve already explained the meaning of that. That man could penetrate and violate her body, but no one could penetrate or violate her mind, and that is the one place where she would always have control and the only place she needed control.
3. The issue of sex itself. Let’s face it, we learn more from the faceless media and society about sex than from our parents when they give us “the talk”. But ladies, try to imagine that you knew nothing about sex, rape, or sexuality. You’re basically one of those feral children that you hear about in India. Now imagine that a stranger sexually assaults you. You have no idea what is so you don’t fight back, so he in turn isn’t rough or cruel. Do you think that you would feel the same pain and fear as a woman who has grown up in modern society? At most, you would be wondering what the hell he was doing and what that sensation was.
Before you start thinking I’m full of shit, you can see this affect in animals. Have you ever seen a female dog freak out and have a psychological break-down if she get’s mounted by a strange dog in the park? It knows nothing about what it means to be raped, only of its instincts to mate and reproduce. You’ll see this throughout the animal kingdom, females are really only picky about finding the best member of the opposite gender to give it the healthiest offspring. The rest of the time, a female will basically just stand there and smell the roses, barely even registering it.
If you can see your body in an instrumental way and look at intercourse in the same way an animal does, then you see that the pain of sexual assault comes from the victim’s perception of the act. My friend was able to see it as some damage to her body, nothing more. Though whenever I have this conversation, I like to remind who I’m talking to that I am strongly against sexual assault and do not make light of the damage it can cause.” He elaborated.
Victoria and Kelly were both silent, incorporating what he had said into their minds. Hearing it, they almost felt safe, like Jack had just given them a special defense against sexual assault should they ever become a victim. They almost felt like should such a thing ever happen to them, they would be able to retain control and would have a safety net, protecting them from the worst aspects of the assault.
“If you can learn to see the world from this view, then you can live a life without anger or grudges. You see that a materialistic life means nothing since the value of objects come from you, and if you can look beyond pain and no longer be negatively affected by others, then you can learn to forgive in just about any situation. You can forgive someone who burns down your house, since you don’t need material possessions. You can forgive someone who kills a member of your family, since you know that death is only an illusion. You can forgive someone who hurts or robs you, because you know that you will recover and that you will get more money if you really need it.
If you can learn to forgive and become immune to the negatives, then you’ll have nothing left but positives. You’ll help everyone because you’ll have no fear of being hurt and you won’t care about the cost. When that terrorist shot me, I held no ill will. I forgave him and worked to help him, and you will with whomever you meet. Happiness comes from the Self, but it also comes from people, so since you have no fear of cost or betrayal and see only the light, your greatest joy becomes making other people happy. You see that since you don’t have to live in a negative world, no one else should have to.
The next time you are driving through the rain and see someone with a flat tire, I hope you’ll stop and help them. So what if it’s raining? You’re body will tell you that it’s wet and probably cold, but that only matters if you mind it. So what if the person you’re helping isn’t very likeable. Maybe your kind act will help them become a better person. What if you are late for an appointment or date? You can always reschedule and only a person who is truly important will understand and won’t mind if you’re late. You’ve learned how to not be unhappy, so do whatever you can to make sure that others aren’t unhappy in your place.
Once you learn how to always be happy, you can do things for others that you didn’t like before and help them become happy. You can work down in a soup kitchen and help others, while being as happy and carefree as if you were at home doing what you would normally doing. I know today I’ve sounded like someone who devalues the human experience, but believe me, I believe the one and only true positive in this universe is the ability to be happy.” Jack said with a cheerful grin.
Everyone smiled at his words, feeling a warmth in their hearts. Right then and there, they knew they would never again be miserable. As long as they had a choice and the knowledge Jack had blessed them with, they could always be happy.
“Now I’m going to cover one more subject and then we’ll have to call it a day. The subject I want to go over ties in with the original topic of self-value, as it deals with the final equalizer in this reality, the equalizer that dictates what reality is: time. I’ve gone over this with Tyler, but you two need to hear it. Everything in the universe is predetermined by time, with there being one and only one reality. Have you ever been in a situation, where later you wish you had made a different decision or chose a different act? Have you ever blamed yourself for not doing something you were capable of?
In truth, there is no point in being angry with yourself, because what you did was unavoidable. Every event in reality is destined; it is the one and only path that time can take. Imagine you are walking down the street, visualize it. Every step you take has already been preordained by time, including the next one. You raise your foot, lean forward, and are about to touch back down. At this moment, an unlimited number of variables are switching to the points required for your next step. Temperature, air density, stamina, sense of balance, distractions, the ground itself… all are parts of the equation for this step, and every one is exact and unmovable.
Now imagine the step and where you touch down, its exact point on the sidewalk. According to the variables, there was no other place you could have landed. All the variables had lined up for you to step in that exact geographical spot, not a single micrometer out of place. Every single variable guaranteed it at that instant, it’s not like all the variables said your foot would land there but the variable for your sense of direction said you would momentarily lose balance and step an inch short. Every variable lines up exactly to create one single reality without any other possibilities.
Everything you do, think, feel, and say has been predetermined by fate. This conversation was guaranteed, the way you are sitting was guaranteed, the way you are breathing while you listen to me was guaranteed, and every decision you make about it is guaranteed as well. However, like I said, every single variable has to line up, and this includes decision-making. Every event happens because the variables allow that one path of time to exist, and like it, every decision you make is only possible because you have the ability to make it.
Imagine you have to make a very important decision, one which requires you know all the facts and understand the consequences of your choice. That said, time cannot make you give a well-informed decision without knowing the facts, understanding the consequences, and being capable of making that decision. No event can take place without the setting just right, and no decision can be made unless you have the ability to make a decision. Just as a worst case scenario cannot happen without the setting supporting it, you cannot make a smart choice unless you yourself are smart enough to make it. Even if your decision is just a guess, you are only able to make that guess because you have the mental prowess required to make it.
And with that, we’ll call it a day. Now just like yesterday, your assignment is to mull over everything I’ve told you and incorporate it into your own minds. This information is useless unless you choose to let it impact you. Like they say, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” Jack said.
Feeling like their minds were about to burst from the massive psychological injection, Victoria, Tyler and Kelly all gave sighs of relief and joy while they stood up and stretched.
“By the way Jack, I have football practice tomorrow. Is it ok if I come later for tomorrow’s lesson?” Tyler asked.
“Of course, have fun!” Jack said with his usual carefree smile.
“I guess that means me, Kelly, and Jack will be spending some quality time together.” Victoria said, looking right into Kelly’s eyes with the smallest of smiles. Kelly’s eyes widened, almost as a nonverbal way to question if Victoria meant what she thought she meant, and with a tiny nod, she confirmed it and Kelly lit up like a Christmas tree.

It was a warm morning, at least slightly, warm enough to turn the would-be snow storm into a torrential downpour. Wet, freezing, and probably guaranteeing a cold, Tyler twisted the bolts of his spare tire onto the axle of the motorist’s truck, since she didn’t have one. He was more than twenty minutes late for class and uncomfortable in his wet clothes, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. His body could handle it, one late class wouldn’t kill him, and he could always just get another spare. Humming the song that had been playing on his alarm clock radio, he tightened all the bolts and then put his jack and tire iron back into the cab of his truck.
“I borrow my husband’s truck one time and I pop a tire, just my luck. I can’t thank you enough, please, take this for the tire. It’s the least I can do.” The woman said, clutching an umbrella and holding out all the money from her wallet.
“Don’t worry about it, consider it a freebie.” Tyler replied.
“Please, I can’t get a tire donated and changed in the rain by someone without giving them something. Please let me make up to you.” She insisted.
“If you want to make it up to me, don’t let this ruin your day.” He said cheerfully before climbing back into his truck and driving off without a care in the world.

“Watch it whore!” A student said as Kelly bumped into him in the hall and knocked his phone out of his hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said, picking it up for him. Noting the scratch on the screen, the punk uttered a loud curse.
“Goddamn it, shouldn’t you be off sucking from freshman dick?” He accused. Instead of feeling anger or shame, Kelly just smiled.
“I don’t do that anymore. Sorry about the phone.” She said.

Victoria yelped as the cup of hot coffee splashed across her chest and soaked her favorite blouse, turning the radiant sky blue into sickly brownish-purple. It took her everyone in the cafeteria only a second to conclude that the huge stain would never come out.
“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry Victoria!” Her friend exclaimed.
“Relax, no harm done.” Victoria said.
“Oh come on, everyone knows this shirt is your favorite.” She said sheepishly.
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to find a new favorite. Here, sorry about the coffee.” Victoria said with a smile while handing her friend a few dollars to get another drink. In the corner, sitting at his usual table, Jack looked up over his book of poetry and smiled with pride.

“Ok, so just to make sure, this is a one-time thing.” Victoria established, standing with Kelly and Jack in his room, all three nervous.
“Agreed.” Jack and Kelly said.
“And this is YOUR one time, no more women after this but me.” Victoria said, pointing at Jack.
“Yes dear.” He said sarcastically.
“Have you ever been with a women?” Kelly asked.
“No, but I’m always open to new things. You?”
“Plenty of times. Don’t worry, it’s fun.” She said with a smile.
“Alright, here goes nothing.” Victoria said, walking over and planting a kiss on Kelly.
Jack watched with a raised eyebrow and an erect dick as the two women stood like statues, their lips pressed together and unmoving. After several seconds, they separated, stared into each other’s eyes, and started kissing again, this time with more passion and tongue. Immediately, they began feeling each other up and panting heavily as they kissed over and over again, sucking on each other’s tongues while fireworks went off in their heads. For Victoria, the feeling, taste, and acknowledgment of being with another woman was even greater than in her dream, since this Kelly was real, and for Kelly, the same unique kinky arousal experienced when kissing another girl was flaring back up.
Jack took a step forward and wrapped his arms around them, reminding them that he was still there. Victoria ended her kiss with Kelly and then began kissing Jack while the former began undressing. Once Kelly was naked, she pressed herself against Victoria and took her place kissing Jack, letting Victoria get undressed. Pressing herself against Jack and Kelly, Victoria joined in and added her lips to the fray. The three-way kiss ended after several seconds and the two women climbed up onto Jack’s fold-out bed. While Jack undressed, Victoria and Kelly explored each other’s bodies with their hands, giggling and relishing the softness of each other’s skin.
All three now completely nude, Jack climbed onto the bed with them, immediately moving over to Victoria. Setting his head between her legs, he began to hungrily lick her cunt, slurping up the juices already dripping from between her legs. While Jack ate out Victoria, Kelly got on top of her, straddling her face. Without any hesitation or sign of discomfort, Victoria sent her tongue up into Kelly while working her lips against the entrance, causing the young woman to begin whimpering in bliss. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had gone down on her, and now that she was a virgin with an untrained body, every lick from Victoria’s tongue was as potent as during her first time. For Victoria, just the fact that she was having her face sat on by another woman was practically orgasmic. She felt so kinky, so naughty, and yet she wanted more.
Grabbing Kelly’s hips, she moved her forward on her face. Knowing what Victoria was doing, Kelly smiled and got up on her hands and knees in a crabwalk with Victoria’s face kept buried in her young tight ass.
“Damn, you’re kinkier than I thought!” Kelly said, feeling Victoria’s tongue penetrating her asshole like a power drill.
With Victoria now wet and loose, Jack got up and brought himself up to her level. Without his hands, he pushed his manhood deep into her slit and began fucking her. With short fast strokes, he worked himself through her cunt with only his lower body, keeping his upper body stationary so that he could lick Kelly’s sweet snatch. With a tongue in her ass and a tongue in her cunt, Kelly was whining in happiness, desperate and wishing for Jack to start fucking her. Victoria, feeling Jack’s manhood slam her interior like a machine while she licked every corner of Kelly’s tight asshole, was on cloud nine and at the peak of her euphoric potential. But like all good things, the position had to change.
After a minute of fucking Victoria, Jack finally sat back up and pulled out of her. Quick on the scene, Kelly basically pounced on him and hungrily took his cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of Victoria’s pussy juice and relishing the feeling of his member on her tongue.
“I’m ready Jack, you gave me my virginity, so you should be the one to take it.” She murmured, laying back and spreading her legs.
With a kind smile, Jack climbed on top of her and Victoria backed off, patiently letting Kelly have her turn. With Victoria running her tongue through his mouth, Jack slowly entered her, spreading the lips of her pussy with his cock and moving in centimeter by centimeter. Even though she had been fucked hundreds of times, the feeling of penetration was completely new to Kelly’s healed body, and she unknowingly dug her nails into Jack’s back as he reached her hymen. Without ending their kiss, Kelly nodded and Jack obeyed, pushing all the way in and deflowering her.
With formerly virgin blood streaming from her torn hymen for the second time in her life, Kelly moaned happily and Jack worked up to his usual rhythm, quickly forcing her to spread her legs and raise them as he pumped her snatch like a hammering piston. Victoria watched the two of them while chewing on her lip and working her fingers between her legs, wishing she could have her turn again. By now, Kelly’s feet were up in the air and Jack was working her with all of his strength, waiting for her to give that key moan.
Finally hearing it, Jack gave ten more powerful thrusts, delivering her to her first orgasm. With Kelly as limp as a ragdoll, Jack sat up to catch his breath. Quickly, Victoria climbed up onto Kelly to get her turn, shaking her ass at Jack and grinning.
“Come on stud, put it in me. Right here.” She said, spreading her ass cheeks.
Smiling at the honor, Jack leaned forward and first ran kisses across her taut shapely rear, teasing her and using the opportunity to finish catching his breath. Soon ready, Jack got up on his knees and pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole. Leaning forward, he slowly began to enter her, causing Victoria to wince and whine at the strange and almost painful sensation. Moving slowly to spare her as much discomfort as possible, Jack slowly moved forward, millimeter by millimeter. With Jack working himself inside her and stretching her virgin asshole, Victoria was holding onto Kelly tightly for support and Kelly was returning the embrace. With time and patience, Jack eventually worked his entire cock into her and waited for Victoria to stop trembling.
“How are you doing champ?” Kelly asked beneath her while stroking her hair.
“I’m ok.” Victoria said softly.
“How does it feel?” Jack asked while rubbing her shoulders. She looked back at him with a tender smile.
“Fantastic.” She whispered.
“I’m glad. Ok, I’m going to start pulling out. If it starts to hurt, tell me and I’ll stop.” He said, Victoria answering with a simple nod.
Holding onto Victoria’s hips, Jack slowly retracted his phallus, pulling out of her as gently as possible. Feeling the huge mass being removed like a knife from her gut, Victoria gagged and whimpered with Kelly talking her through it. Once he was back far enough so that only the head was inside her, Jack began to push himself back in, this time getting a lot less resistance in terms of tightness and Victoria’s reaction. Time passed, and after a few cycles through her, Jack was finally able to stop slowly entering and retracting and start fucking her.
Leaning forward on his hands, Jack began thrusting into her with his speed slowly building. Quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling, Victoria’s pain was soon replaced with ecstasy. After a couple minutes, she was giving soft moans of pleasure which rose in volume as Jack’s speed increased. Beneath the two of them, Kelly was focusing less on the physical sensations and more on her awareness of what was going on. Knowing that a sexy young woman had her naked body pressed against her own was even better than the sensation itself, and that was really saying something, as the feeling of Victoria’s warm soft breasts against her own was practically orgasmic. But above all, the knowledge that the girl on top of her was getting sodomized for the first time made it incredibly kinky. Every time Victoria moved from one of Jack’s thrusts, it charged up Kelly’s horniness and made her feel like she was getting ass-fucked as well. With no other stimulation, she just focused on the feeling of Victoria’s warm, soft, naked body interlaced with her own and erotic knowledge of Victoria’s first anal pounding.
By now, Jack was moving at top speed, slamming Victoria’s loosened anus with almost brutal power. To Victoria, the feeling of being both sodomized by the man she loved and held by her naked friend was almost too much to describe in terms of the pleasure they were generating. The bed beneath them was jumping on its foundations and creaking like a house on the verge of collapse as Jack hammered Victoria’s asshole like a mallet driving a stake into the ground.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Victoria moaned as her body drowned in its own deluge of happiness.
“I need a break.” Jack panted as he pulled out of her.
“Don’t worry, just lay back and I’ll take care of everything.” Kelly said coyly.
Doing as he was told, Jack lay down on the bed and Kelly moved onto his lap. With lots of courage and years of experience, she grasped his dick and pressed it against her asshole, slowly lowering herself onto it and moaning as it entered her for the “second” first time. Victoria watched her with almost a mix of amazement and adoration, simply impressed with how well she was taking it and completely doing so on her own. Once Jack’s manhood was completely inside her, she began to rock back and forth on him, using the changing angle to control how deep inside her he was. Damn, she really knew what she was doing!
Bouncing on Jack’s cock, Kelly suddenly yelped in surprise as Victoria came up behind her, giggling coyly as she used one hand to fondle Kelly’s modest B-cup breasts and used her other hand to finger her. She even upped the ante by running kisses up Kelly’s neck. With the multi-directional sources of pleasure, it only took Kelly only a minute to have a gushing orgasm. With her ass sore, she dismounted Jack and Victoria quickly went down on him, hungrily sucking his cock and cleaning it of Kelly’s juices. Straddling his lap, she worked his cock into her pussy and began riding him while Kelly sat on his face, letting him gorge himself on her slit and asshole. While the women rode him, they both leaned forward and started kissing and touching each other, even teasing each other by pulling on each other’s nipples.
Once Jack had regained his strength, they switched again, this time with Jack mounting Kelly in the doggy-style position and fucking her pussy while Kelly went down on Victoria, eating her out while she massaged her breasts. Now that they had all gotten accustomed to what they were doing, they began switching more frequently. Taking every position they could, Jack fucked Victoria and Kelly like and animal, while the two women found themselves incapable of going long without pawing at or licking each other. Over and over again Jack would enter one of the women, fuck her with all of this strength, pull out and receive a quick blowjob, then enter the other woman all over again in a different position.
After an unknown amount of time, the three teens were on the bed, Jack lying on his back with Victoria and Kelly sucking him off, taking turns or working simultaneously, often with their lips and tongues stopping to mingle with each other.
“Girls, I can’t hold it back any longer. I’m going to cum.” Jack said softly, completely exhausted.
At his words, both women grabbed his cock and began stroking it quickly, jerking him off with their faces right above it, pressed together with their mouths open. In a huge spraying mess, Jack fired every drop of semen he had like a cum volcano, covering both women’s faces and more than filling their mouths. The two women then finished by licking the semen off each other’s faces and cum-swapping it back and forth, followed by a long French kiss in which they swallowed it all and licked the remains out of each other’s mouths.
Completely exhausted, the three teens laid side by side, once again out of breath.
“You know, I doubt I’ll be able to keep the one-time-only rule.” Victoria said.
“Well I certainly wouldn’t blame you, that was easily the greatest sex I’ve ever had.” Murmured Kelly.
“That truly was very enjoyable.” Jack said happily. At the sound of approaching footsteps, they all looked up as the door opened.
“Hey Jack, hope I’m not to late. Is there still time to…” Tyler said, stepping inside and trailing off inside them.
Everyone was dead silent, Tyler staring at the three naked teens the huge wet mess that they had turned the bed into and Jack, Victoria, and Kelly staring at Tyler and wondering what he was going to say. Finally, Tyler burst into uncontrollable laughter, cackling to the point where he had to hold onto his sides and looked like he was about to fall over.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve been fucking the two of them?! We really are a cult!” He laughed.

It took a while for Tyler to get all the laughs out of him and even longer before he, Victoria, or Kelly could look each other in the eyes. Regardless, they eventually moved on and returned to the lesson.
“Now, since we’re short on time, this lesson is going to be short. Tomorrow, we’ll go over everything and won’t stop until you all discover your Selves. So far, we have mostly talked about humans and their roles in the universe, the universe itself, and perceptions of pain. Now, we continue from yesterday and delve into human relationships and interactions. For this, we will return to the Tree of Life and focus on the Chokhmah Sephirot, the Binah Sephirot, and Da’at Sephirot. As you may recall, Chokhmah is the power of intuitive wisdom and the ability to draw meaning from the abstract and form a solid truth, Binah is the ability to process and learn from what we encounter and form connections between subjects, and Da’at is the balance between them, the ability to understand meaning and create our own.
These three work in human interaction and help unlock the enigmatic quagmire known as the minds of others. In order to understand yourself, you must understand others, and vice versa. The original requirement for understanding is empathy, defined as the ability to feel others’ pain. Through empathy, you can see different paths in life by using other people as test subjects. It lets you see the alternatives to yourself, the paths not taken. By knowing others, you gain a point of reference as to knowing yourself.
Now, if you can gain a mastery of empathy, then you gain the ability to look past almost all conflict. Just about every argument or fight is drawn from a misunderstanding, they are the results of two parties not truly knowing each other. However, if you learn to put yourself entirely in someone else’s shoes, then you become incapable of misunderstanding. I don’t just mean imagining yourself living that person’s life with their problems and opportunities, but being able to replicate their very thought process. If you can see the world exactly as they do, then you gain the ability to solve any problem. You can create the perfect compromise, you know who is right and who is wrong without relying on stereotypes and assumptions, and you know exactly how to defuse them.
When I talked to that terrorist, I put myself in his situation and mindset exactly, and with that information, I knew just what to say to calm him down.
By mastering empathy, you gain the gift of omnipotence. When you put yourself in someone else’s shoes and look at the world exactly as they do, then you can do so with everyone, and can therefor see the entire world and understand all problems. You understand all social dynamics and are able to break down the barriers between your mind and the minds of everyone else. However, it’s not quite that easy. It requires a great deal of skill in being able to read other people and draw forth information from what you see in them. But if you can understand how your brain works, then you can understand how their brains work, and if you can understand how their brains work, then you can understand how your brain works.”
“So basically the Self can be used to replicate the minds of others?” Tyler asked.
“Well I wouldn’t quite say it like that. It’s more like it allows you to connect with others and become one with all of mankind, and from that, you gain complete understanding of who you are. Think of other people as like maps of your brain, each one inaccurate in some way. However, if you take all those maps and figure out which parts are true, then you understand the build of your subconscious. Now, I believe we should call this a day.
Tomorrow, you will all reach the final step and discover your Selves, I promise.” Said Jack.

Jack’s apostles lay in their beds, unable to fall asleep. Their minds were all buzzing, wondering what it would feel like when they discovered their Selves, as well as wondering if it was really going to happen. Jack had guaranteed that they would all succeed tomorrow, but was it really possible for people to have such a drastic metamorphosis in just twenty days? And on Friday, they would get the answers that they had all been waiting for…

“Very good Kelly, it seems my words did have a strong effect.” Jack said with Kelly having just finished retelling her dream on the night of their first lesson. He had asked all three of his students to do so, so help share their knowledge with each other.
“Now before we begin the awakening process, there are two more branches of the Tree of Life we must go over; Netzach and Hod, the most important Sephirots in discovering the Self. These two Sephirots are tightly linked, Netzach dealing with action in the desire to find the Self and Hod with submission in the face of nature. In other words, they are your individuality vs. your self-worth. With Netzach, you are a completely unique person, a living being, a human with his or her own thoughts, ideals, and beliefs. With Hod, it all comes back to how everything is the same, including life and inanimate matter. In essence, Netzach allows you to act while harnessing the Self, and Hod provides the universal view that keeps your mind wide open without any biases or limitations. By devaluing yourself, you become part of a larger and larger group, up until the point where you realize that you are nothing more than matter and energy, which in turn lets you understand the universe.
You must remember these two Sephirots when the process begins: Netzach to keep you from becoming completely submissive to the universe and basically turning into a vegetable, and Hod to remember your place in the universe, remain humble, and know that all is one and one is all. Now for this to work, I need you all to sit as comfortably as possible. Find a position that you can maintain up to the point where you feel like you’ll fall asleep. Close your eyes and try to visualize what I say while remembering everything I have taught you.” Jack said. Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly all did as they were told, getting as comfortable as they could be while sitting on the ground and closing their eyes. When Jack spoke again, he did so softly.
“For now, focus on your breathing and your heart rate. Keep your mind pinned on each breath passing through your lungs. In and out, in and out. Direct your attention to the air moving through your body. In and out, in and out.” He said, waiting for a minute for their brains to all reach a calmed state.
“Imagine yourself sitting on this floor, feel the carpet beneath you, and below that, the hard wood floors. Slowly, you begin to sink into them, the floor beneath you is melting. Further and further you are lowered, the floor basically turning into a net that is now snapping one strand at a time. Finally, the floor breaks, and you fall into darkness. Deeper and deeper you fall, no ground beneath you but no fear in your mind, you simply fall, fall until you lose all track of time.
Now…”

Victoria was hovering above the earth, naked and completely at peace, sitting in the lotus position. Above her, a diagram of the Tree of Life appeared, the size of a lake. From each Sephirot, tendrils of wood began to extend out and merge together, turning into a literal tree of truly gargantuan proportions but barren branches. Becoming as large as the state of California with the diagram glowing in the side of the trunk, the tree reached down with its roots and began to wrap around the earth. Billions upon trillions of times, the roots separated and spread out, each one plugging into an organism on the planet. Piercing the atmosphere and cloud cover, each root came down and injected itself straight into every living thing like a syringe, from the largest whales to the smallest bacteria. The roots then expanded, with a layer of bark covering each organism and cocooning them as they merged with it.
As the organisms were absorbed, the tree continued to grow in size with its roots even digging into the ground. On the branches, leaves began to appear, one for every organism absorbed. Riddling the planet with more and more roots, the tree continued to grow, enlarging to the point where the tree was like someone’s forearm and the earth was their fist, now held together only through the roots of the trees. The tree completed, Victoria began to float backwards, coming into contact with the tree, specifically in the Da’at Sephirot. But instead of being completely consumed, she only partially merged with it, with the whole front of her body completely exposed.
Like Victoria, the tree began to float backwards through space. As it zoomed through the null void like rogue meteor, Victoria basked in the sea of minds churning within the tree. All the identities and individualities had been melted down like scrap metal, but there was still so much passion within it. Emotions, instincts, and desires rose up in foamy tidal waves, with all the life of earth having basically turned into one colossal mind. In the center of this sea and almost controlling it was Victoria, taking in incomprehensible amounts of information from all the organisms that the tree had absorbed. But there were more than the life forms that had just been on earth at that time, it felt like every organism in the history of earth, even the history the universe, was now swirling within the Tree of Life.
For several billions of years, the tree flew through space, with Victoria spending the entire time bathing in the waterfall of knowledge from all the organisms. As the tree flew, it picked up more material and continued to grow in size. Now instead of consuming organisms, it was consuming asteroids, planets, stars, black holes, entire nebulae, and even galaxies, with all the information and history of each and every piece of matter passing through Victoria’s mind like the entirety of Niagara Falls being forced through a garden hose.
She could see it all, every planet’s formation, every star’s life and death, and every black hole’s birth. She could see every rock colliding, every wisp of gas or dust, every geographical feature on the endless number of barren planets being formed. And yet, while the tree was absorbing everything, it didn’t really feel like the matter was being devoured in any sort of way. It felt more like the tree was a metaphysical medium, binding all matter and energy together like a protein bonding atoms into molecules.
Finally, the tree reached its destination, the very center of the universe and origin point of the Big Bang. The very heart of the universe was a colossal black hole, several times larger than even the largest galaxy, and surrounded by a spinning disk of matter that took up half of the universe’s surface area alone. Passing through wave after wave of matter, the tree approached the black hole while absorbing everything around it and growing in size.
Reaching the event horizon, the tree was practically drowned in a sea of light, created by every photon in the area being drawn in to the black hole. Like a swimmer diving into water, the Tree of Life entered the heart of the universe. Penetrating the mass, all the information and history that had taken place around every single atom and light particle that the black hole consumed was channeled through Victoria’s mind. Immediately upon the tree’s insertion, roots and branches began to appear on the surface of the black hole, and in a matter of seconds, the entire mass was consumed and became part of the tree. Now the largest thing in the universe, the tree began branching out once again, sending wooden tentacles out in all directions, each tendril grabbing and binding with a single atom. The atoms were absorbed, as well as their information.
The roots continued to spread out, exceeding the speed of the expanding universe itself. They consumed every single atom in space and drank up all the energy, but as they reached the edge of the universe, something happened. The universe stopped expanding, and instead, began to contract like a deflating balloon. As the universe closed in on itself, all the branches and roots were pushed back, causing the tree to curl up like a dead spider. Quickly, the universe became so small that the Tree of Life was compacted as densely as water, without a single nanometer of open space. Yet the universe kept on shrinking, crushing the mass of the Tree of Life itself and condensing it.
Smaller and smaller, the Tree of Life was crushed from all sides like a dying star turning into a black hole. Quickly, the atomic pressure and the temperature skyrocketed, until finally, the Tree of Life had been compacted into a single speck, as hot, dense, and small as the primordial particle that the universe was born from.
FLASH
In a radiant light that surpassed all human understanding, the particle exploded into the second Big Bang, recreating the universe in a flood of energy and molten quarks.
Victoria’s eyes bolted open and she took the deepest breath of her live. She felt like every cell in her body was on fire, and yet she felt no pain. Looking down at her hands, she almost thought that she had gone blind, as it looked like her hands and the background behind them had completely merged together. But in reality, she was seeing her hands in a completely new way. She wasn’t seeing them as parts of her body, but as masses of atoms, just like the floor beneath her. It was almost like they were camouflaged.
Barely able to think straight, Victoria glanced over at Tyler and Kelly, both in the same state as her and looking like they were about have a seizure. Victoria looked at her hands again, trying to describe how she felt. She didn’t feel smarter exactly, but she felt… more sensitive, in terms of the outside world. She felt like she could feel the entire universe and every atom around her, and compared to that, everything in her life was well beyond insignificant.
They all then turned to Jack, who had a proud smile on his face.
“Congratulations, each of you has found your Self.” He beamed.

Jack and Victoria were lying in bed, staring into each other’s eyes after having just made love.
“How do you feel?” Jack asked while stroking her hair.
“I feel… I feel so good that I can’t even describe it. I never thought it was possible to be this happy. I feel invincible, like nothing can hurt me or make me lose my smile. I just see everything in a positive way, it’s like being in a fantasy world.”
“Now you know why I’m always smiling.” Jack said.
“I can’t even begin to say how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me. We’ve been together for less than three weeks, yet you’ve completely reshaped my world in ways that no one else could. Compared to what I have now, my previously life could barely even be called a life. I feel like I’m in heaven and I can see the entire universe.” She murmured happily.
“I’m glad, your happiness is the light of my life.” Jack said. Victoria’s smile slowly faded and she bit her lip.
“Jack, am I going to like the answers you’ll give me tomorrow?” She asked.
“That is up to you. I’ve given the three of you the exact time and place to meet me and I will answer all of your questions. How you feel about them is all your jurisdiction.” He said.

10:33 AM, December 21st, 2012
Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly hurried across the school campus. They were headed to the intersection next to the school, where Jack had told them to meet him at exactly 10:35. All four teenagers had pretended to go to the bathroom and left school, but Jack had gone early. Even after discovering their Selves, Jack’s students were nervous, wondering what he would tell them.
They found him at the street corner, waiting for them with an excited smile.
“Ah good, you’re here just in time.” He said.
“So now you’ll answer our questions?” Tyler asked.
“In just a minute. Here, follow me.” Jack said, walking out into the intersection with cars honking loudly at his sudden carefree stride into the center of danger.
“Jack, what are you doing?!” Victoria yelled as cars continued to pass by, honking at him.
“If you want your answers, you’ll have to stand here with me.” Jack said with his normal grin. Drawing up their courage, Victoria, Tyler, and Kelly followed him into the street. All cars came to a screeching halt and the morning was hammered with the blaring of horns, but Jack remained still.
“Jack…” Tyler began.
“Wait for it.” Jack said.
“Get the fuck out of the road!” One of the drivers shouted.
“Jack…” Kelly began.
“Wait for it.” Jack insisted.
“What are you, retarded? Get out of the fucking road!” The driver shouted, climbing out of his car.
“Jack!” Victoria screamed.
“And here we go.” Said Jack as the time reach 10:37.
In a bright flash, a line appeared in front of Jack, jagged and containing mass on all three axes. It was a crack, a crack in reality itself. Streaming from this crack came visible energy, forming a shed-sized sphere of light that looked like electrified neon. Immediately, gusts of wind began firing off from the sphere while the sky above went from blue to green and purple. Seeing what was going on, all of the drivers who had been honking their horns either tried to turn around or just climbed out of their cars and ran for their lives.
“What the hell is going on?!” Tyler shouted, trying to shield his eyes from the wind. Wearing his usual smile, Jack turned to the three of them.
“This is what was predicted by the Mayans, Hope Indians, and countless other indigenous groups and cultures throughout the history of your world. It is the beginning of the new celestial year, which is the equivalent of 5125.36 of your earth years.”
“So it’s the end of the world?!” Kelly yelled.
“Not really. The Mayan Calendar -as you call it- is just like any other calendar, resetting for the next year after its completion. However, what matters is what happens on this day and the opportunity it creates. Every celestial year, these cracks open up in our universe, not as a sign of damage or gradual deterioration, but as a sign of its imperfections. This universe is not what it was meant to be, it disobeyed time, the one and only force which can do that. This universe is flawed and filled with inferior matter and energy, gathered together into random clumps by gravity.” He explained.
“What are you talking about?” Victoria asked, stepping forward.
“There shouldn’t be any matter in this universe, all regular matter should have been annihilated by the equal amount of antimatter that was supposed to appear in the Big Bang. Not only that, but there certainly isn’t supposed to be any dark matter clogging up space. Quite simply, this universe is like a deformed newborn, imperfect compared to the rest of universes and dimensions within creation. These imperfections are ruining the harmony of existence and weighing down the other universes like a section of dead brain matter crippling the rest of the brain.
Cracks like this can be found across the universe, but they only appear at the beginning of a celestial cycle. So do you know what the smoking gun is? Life. Every spot in the universe that contains one of these cracks has a planet sharing the same space, a planet with life. Suffice to say, I lied a little bit about there being no difference between life and inanimate matter. The truth is that life is powered by a very unique form of energy, different from the energy that powers all other chemical reactions, and that energy leaks into this dimension through the cracks.”
“Who are you?” Victoria asked desperately. Hearing the question actually made Jack give a small laugh.
“There is no human word for what I am. You would be right if you said I was God, if I was an angel, and if I was an alien. The best definition I could give is that I am the soul of this universe and the manifestation of all life. I guess you could say that I am the Tree of Life and the essence of this dimension.”
“But you said you were human!”
“Yes, as in I took the form of a human when I arrived here. I was purposefully born seventeen years ago in this town because of the proximity to the crack. It was the easiest way to stay around it for when this day finally arrived. I came here, took the form of a fertilized embryo in my mother’s womb, and she gave birth to me, not knowing that I had chosen to be born. My powers are the result of my unnatural existence. Quite simply, I am an abomination brought for by the birth of this imperfect universe. I am not supposed to exist, but I was born with the Big Bang due to the flaws of this universe. I was born with all of this knowledge, knowledge of everything. You could say that the only why I exist is because of those flaws.”
“What are you trying to do? What is your goal?” Tyler asked.
“Again, there is no human word to properly express what I shall achieve. I suppose the best name would be Celestial Nirvana. I am here to fix this crack in reality, just as I have fixed every other crack across the universe. Once that is done, all universes and dimensions shall merge together into a single space beyond all comprehension. Everything will be recreated and made perfect, and beginning and end will become one in the same in everlasting equilibrium. This imperfect universe is preventing Celestial Nirvana and the perfection of all existence. This is the last world, the last crack in the universe. I have spent almost fifteen billion years traveling through the cosmos, closing each crack when the celestial year ends. With this, everything will become perfect. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a universe to recreate.” Jack said, turning to the sphere and placing his hand on it.
“No Jack, don’t!” Victoria cried out.
Nearly knocking the three humans off their feet, a deluge of energy shot up from the sphere and into the sky. Firing off through the vacuum of space faster than the speed of light, the beam of energy crossed the entire universe in only a few moments before striking the very fringe. Upon contact, the all-encompassing edge of the universe began to glow with the intensity of a billion suns and started to constrict. Closing in on itself, the edge of the universe devoured everything like a tidal wave of light, converting all it touched into a “perfect material”, something that was neither matter nor energy.
With the one and only flaw in a truly limitless line of perfect universes and dimensions slowly fixing itself, the merging process began to take place. Like cellular division in reverse, each dimensional plane began to merge with the others, creating one super space in which the concepts of existence and nonexistence no longer had any meaning or difference. It was a neutrality that no living mind could comprehend, a form of perfection that transcended all opinions and perceptions. Only Jack, the very soul and essence of his universe, could fathom the meaning of the Celestial Nirvana.
Fighting through the gusts of wind, Victoria rushed over to Jack and grasped his arm.
“Jack, please! You have to stop this!” She begged.
“Why? You of all people should understand and appreciate what I am doing.”
“But I don’t want it to end this way.” She said desperately, drawing a look of amusement from Jack.
“I never expected to hear that from someone who had discovered the Self. Victoria, once this is completed, beginning and end will be both one in the name and nonexistent. Everything you are will be recreated into the perfect form that the all of Creation was meant to be. Every atom, every spark of energy, it will all be reformed and you shall truly become one with everything, including me.” He said happily.
“So you would rather have something perfect? I thought you loved me.” She said bitterly.
“I do, every word I said about loving you was completely true. I normally come to planets with life just before the end of the celestial year, but with earth, I arrived early, seventeen years early. You humans fascinated me, you were the most interesting species I had ever encountered. Wanting to study you and having seventeen years to kill, I changed my form into that of a human embryo and entered this world to watch you humans while I waited. I must say, it has been thoroughly enjoyable, especially discovering your unique form of sexualit and attraction. I love you Victoria and you and I will spend all of eternity together, just like you wanted.” He replied.
“Please Jack, you don’t have to do this!” She argued.
“This is neither a matter of want or need, it is something I must do but is not exactly required. Every organism must come to terms with its own creation to meet the end of its sentience peacefully, be that reproducing, choosing not to have offspring, or even destroying your own creators. That is what I am doing; I was created through a mistake, so it is my duty to fix that mistake. I was born with the ability to do this, so I must do this. This is the path laid out for me, I must erase the problem and install perfection and the Celestial Nirvana. This has been the conclusion of my life for almost fifteen billion years.” He continued. Victoria bit her lip, trying to think of something to say. Suddenly, it came to her.
“I never expected you to want something so boring.” She said, prompting Jack to look at her quizzically.
“You want to live in a perfect existence? It’s pathetic. Beauty is created from imperfection but perfection brings nothing. Your music, your books, your philosophies, and the woman you love are all the result of this flaw that you seem to loathe so much. If this perfect universe of yours does come to exist, will that honestly make you happy? You’ll just be a bunch of perfect particles in a perfect universe, completely devoid of thought or feeling. There will be nothing for you to appreciate, you won’t even be able to feel appreciation. It will be the same as not existing at all.” She said coldly. At her words, Jack looked back at the sphere of light in front of him and the beam of energy shooting up into space, having lost some of the color in his face.
“Ask yourself this Jack, would you rather exist in a universe where you had no thoughts or sensations and there was nothing to experience, or would you exist in a universe with music and art? Would you rather exist as nothing but a pile of lifeless atoms in a galaxy filled with atoms just like yours? Or would you prefer to live in a universe where you could appreciate and study everything around you. Jack, would you rather exist in that hollow perfect universe as something without life, sensation, or meaning, or live in a universe where you are with me, an imperfect girl who you love and who loves you with all of her heart? Face it, you lost your temper back in that Washington garage because you cared about me so much that you couldn’t accept my death and you couldn’t forgive those guys. Admit it, love without life is meaningless, just like how life without move is meaningless.” She asked desperately pressing herself against him. Jack didn’t answer, he merely stared at her with his smile gone.
“I made this for you for your birthday. Would you rather live in a meaningless universe where it has no meaning or doesn’t even exist?” She asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, she handed it to Jack. It was a sketch of the two of them embracing each other in the same position as the sketch Jack had seen in her room, both of them completely naked with smiles of tender love on their faces.
“You say that half of reality is what you make of it and the values you add. Why would you want a reality where you are incapable of perception and there is nothing to value? Is being perfect really better than being alive and happy?” She said.
Slowly, Jack lowered his hand and took it off the orb of light, causing the energy beam to come to a stop, as well as the universal rebirthing process. As the beginning of the new celestial cycle came to an end, the crack closed back up and the sky returned to its normal color. With a small smile, he turned back to Victoria.
“I’ve waited almost fifteen billion years for this… what’s another 5125.36 years? I guess I’ll come back and try again when you won’t be around to nag at me.” He teased. Crying tears of joy, Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as possible.
“Forget it, you’re going to make me immortal so that I can make sure you don’t destroy the universe. Oh god Jack, I love you so much.” She murmured.
“I love you too Victoria, and you’re right, I would rather be in an imperfect universe where I am happy than a perfect universe where I am incapable of feeling anything. I’m sorry for scaring you, all of you.” He said.
“I don’t think you’re the one you should be apologizing to for the scare. The whole world is probably flipping out with how the sky changed color. Is there anything you can do to fix it?” Tyler asked with a grin of relief as ha and Kelly walked over.
“Sure.” Jack said.
Without so much as a twitch of his eye, every single human being on the planet suddenly exploded into a molecular mess, broken down at the atomic level. Before the bloody mist could even settle or stain the surroundings, everyone was reformed exactly as they had been before, save for their memory of the past few minutes being completely wiped. With every single human basically frozen in time, waiting for Jack to restore life to them, he used the opportunity to repair anything that might have been damaged in the panic, rearranging the atoms back into their original places and making everything good as new. Everything completed, he kick-started everyone on the planet, basically returning them to their schedule with nobody being the wiser.
“There, it’s done. Aside from us, nobody knows about what just happened.” Jack said.
“Well then I suggest we get to class. Since the universe isn’t getting a remodeling, detention is still an issue.” Kelly said with a small laugh.
“Jeez, it’s not only 11:00 and I’m mentally exhausted.” Tyler sighed, turning around and walking back towards the school with Kelly. Jack and Victoria remained in the empty intersection.
“I love you Jack.” Victoria said again.
“I love you too.” Jack replied, wrapping his hand around hers.
“Oh, and Jack? Happy birthday.”