On the Road to Aya

Cael becomes the Amazon’s Unorthodox Global Diplomat

By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

For me, the diplomacy revolved around Delilah and Virginia, I had already fallen on my knees and begged Odette to let me go see Aya ‘alone’. A few sexual-charged hours later, she agreed. That left four choices for the role of my two agents. They wanted to go 'as is’. Rachel informed them they would be murdered in-flight and their bodies tossed out over a convenient body of water.

Rachel felt that the only reasonable course of action was for them to not come. That way the two could live a few more weeks. However, she would settle for stripping them down, doing a full body scan and then sealing them naked in airtight coffins (with a suitable amount of oxygen) for the journey. I suspected they might still slip out the baggage compartment somewhere between takeoff and landing.

I cut through the clash of egos and made the final decision. Delilah and Virginia would be stripped and thoroughly examined. Initially I had the chore. Rachel was deeply suspicious of my true intentions. Freed of any electronic devices and with their weaponry in my keeping during the trip, they would be blindfolded as we made it to Aya without bloodshed.

They applauded my wisdom by roundly refusing my decision. Pamela was of no help. Ten minutes into it, I informed them I was going alone, completely alone. They laughed, snorted and chuckled. Rachel reminded me that I didn’t know where to go. I lied and told her that Katrina had given me the coordinates for the super-secret juvenile, all-feline [yes, I meant cats], survival training school.

Fine, they would just keep me under constant surveillance. I responded by assuring them that despite my lack of spy-like abilities, I would escape and get to relive my Summer Camp experience with the only woman who respected my Demigod-like combat status. Their laughter hurt my feelings. Pamela stepped up and told the room they could either respect my compromise, or she would help me evade them.

It was even more depressing to see the room full of women who had previously been mocking me suddenly 'snap to’ and quickly agree to my earlier suggestions.

“It is okay,” Pamela told me softly as the actual mechanics of my vacation were figured out by others. “I didn’t want to play Bill Munny to your Ben Logan.”

Pamela’s eyes flared brighter than any phoenix’s rebirth. She’d stumped me.

“The Unforgiven, my Son,” she patted my cheek. “It is a western made in 1992 starring Clint Eastwood, recast masterfully by 'Yours Truly’ and, we need to work on you making a convincing Morgan Freeman.”

“Doesn’t Freeman end up in a pinewood box in the first third of the movie?” Virginia mused.

“I didn’t want to dishearten him,” Pamela grinned. To me. “He ran off alone and got himself killed.”

“I was what, not even a year old when that movie came out,” I responded with indignation.

“You’ve never heard of Block Busters, Netflix, Redbox, Dish, Hulu, or late night, Spanish language television?” Pamela snickered.

“I only watch Univision for their sports coverage,” I countered.

“You mean for those sexy female sports announcers,” Delilah chuckled. That earned her a 'well duh’ look from all the other women.

“Before I consent to the strip search and inevitable follow-up anal probe, are we really going to be in a situation that requires us to fight this time?” Virginia asked.

“We should be perfectly safe,” Rachel responded.

“Check, bring extra ammo,” Virginia nodded.

“Good for you, Ms. Maddox,” Pamela winked. “One day there is hope your life will have some meaning to me.”

“Great,” Special Agent Maddox muttered, “now I have to think of what to get her for Christmas.” We all laughed. Christmas was such a long way away.

We packed up, rode to a private airfield near Doebridge, learned that SD was smarter than the rest of us, boarded our flight, and then finally entered US airspace from there. Around Ohio, a thought occurred to Maddox.

“If we were somehow forced to land and have the plane searched, how bad would it be?” she requested of Rachel.

“Bad enough that we have a better chance of fighting our way free than seeing freedom before dying in prison,” Rachel answered calmly.

“Hmmm, Rachel, if something like that happened, how many parachutes do we have?” Delilah joined in.

“Enough. Mona rides down with Cael because he’s a virgin,” Rachel stated.

“Oh! Co...

Two cocks are best, in a woman’s bed..

Based on a post by Drmaxc. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It had all been rather lovely. Even Sylvie’s comment that Malcolm had cum there under his fingernails!

Perhaps a rather quiet evening spent in front of the television, but bedtime proved rather more lively. Malcolm found himself being invited into Sylvie and Elvin’s bed.

“You’re not asleep, are you Malcolm,”

came a voice from the doorway just after he had turned his light off.

A movement towards the bed and then there was Sylvie in bed with him in the dark and a hand feeling for and finding his already erect organ. In another moment she was on top of him, and his erection pushed right up into her. Malcolm’s large tumescent penis inches and inches up inside Sylvie.

“Not a lot of foreplay, Sylvie?”

Her warm mouth smothered his.

“This is foreplay, Malcolm! We want you to come back to our bed. I just thought I’d check you were up for it. I didn’t get a lot of cock this afternoon. I want to make up for it and be really fucked. Two men are best in a girl’s bed.”

Her movements did not stop as she talked.

“That’s really nice, Malcolm, Are you coming to join us now? Elvin will be waiting.”

Quite something to get out of bed in the darkness. But Malcolm was guided by his penis, to the couple’s bed. Led with a firm hand on his erection.

“In you get.”

Sylvie in the middle, Elvin the other side of her. Tucked up in bed with young bodies. Outside the world cold and still, in the bed all warm and cosy. The two men snuggling up against her, hips turned to her. She could feel Elvin’s penis hard against her asshole. Sylvie’s hand, or was that two, tickling his penis, his penis still wet from Sylvie cunt.

And then Elvin went down on her for a sloppy licking of her cunt. Malcolm kneeling near her head as she nibbled over his full knob.

He was not expected to go down the bed. A thing for young people. Rather than seek her sexual organs for cunnilingus, she was brought to him. Presented to him straddling, almost on the pillow. Lovely to bury his beard and his lips in Sylvie’s wet place, his lips to hers, his tongue seeking and penetrating, his lips sucking on her ‘little man’ And then he felt Sylvie’s lips, down the bed, once more taking him in, as her hips straddled Elvin, who was lying on his back with his head at the baseboard. It was all very cosy. Father Christmas and his elves.

It was not a double oral spurting. Instead, it was copulation. Shared and energetic copulation. Sylvie moving from one man to the other, one cock to the other, in different and pleasing positions all within the warmth of the bed.

Her instruction was neither of the men was to come, if possible, for a long time. She wanted a really long fuck. And she got it. Interesting to speculate just how much length of cock she got. If each thrust and out-pulling was measured in inches how far would that be? If Malcolm did an almost full in and out that would be at least six inches each way. A foot indeed. So, three thrusts make a yard. Twenty-two yards to the chain and ten chains to the furlong. Perhaps not that far, but might Sylvie have had a good hundred yards of cocking?

Finally, Sylvie said,

“Enough, please cum.”

But even so that was quite a few yards further between them before Elvin and Malcolm in turn did what she asked. So good to fuck in the warmth of the bed. So good to have three of them all tucked up together. Malcolm could get very used to that! So good to, finally, follow Elvin into Sylvie’s vagina, she on her back, Malcolm on top and not just engage in the motions of sexual intercourse but to keep going past the point of stopping and withdrawing, and then feeling his spunk spurting out into the girl squashed beneath him. Lovely to lie there feeling his penis subside and then turn over and drop into a deep sleep, rather tired and 'shagged out.’

It had snowed in the night as it had the previous afternoon. Malcolm judged they could still get away on the morrow but probably not if it snowed again. He was up early, feeling really rather chipper from the events, the long copulation, of the night before. After a cup of tea, he wrapped himself up in insulated coveralls, boots, mitts, and a trapper hat; and ventured outside and down the drive a little way. Perhaps with a bit of clearing the car could make it down to the road. He might get them all working with shovels. Or should he wa...

After Lab One, the students exchange places for Lab Two. Fallatio & Cunnilingus.

By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the Podcast At Steamy Stories.

Lab One was done, and 6 students reclined in their chairs, in the bliss of post-orgasm. The professors, Phoebe & Antonio Garza, were admiring the success of their well-prepared lesson plan. But they need things to move along and keep the class on schedule. The professors marked some charts as the students participated in Lab One. They were graded on how well they followed both the instruction and the demonstration that the professors provided.

Lab Two

The 12 students were in the same pairs, for this 2nd lab, as they were for the 1st. The partners were as follows:

· Erika & Jackson.

· Rebecca & Devon.

· Alexis & Thomas.

· Bethany & William.

· Michelle & Bruce.

· Elizabeth & Malcolm.

Bruce led the way as he got up excitedly, and helped Michelle to her feet before getting her to sit back down on the chair and spread her legs. Michelle was already incredibly wet in anticipation, and she was also very turned on from having just swallowed Bruce’s cum, her first-ever. Bruce immediately dove between her legs and began to lick her sweet pussy. As he pushed his finger inside Michelle, Bruce was a little surprised to find how tight Michelle was inside. ‘Wow! She feels like she’s never had a cock inside of her,’ Bruce thought, ‘I really hope I get the chance to stick my cock inside of her at some point because this tight pussy is going to feel so good.’ Michelle laid back and enjoyed Bruce’s oral attention, knowing that it wasn’t going to take long for her to have an orgasm since she was already so aroused.

Everyone else in the class began to switch with their partners and soon the classroom was once again filled with the sounds of people moaning in pleasure.

Rebecca was working hard to get much of Devon’s huge cock in her mouth and was just marveling at how big he was. ‘Wow, I’m definitely going to have to feel this pussy stretcher in me at some point,’ thought Rebecca.

Devon was just laying back and enjoying the attention Rebecca was paying to his cock. He had never had a girl touch his cock and now one of the best looking girls on campus was sucking him off. He knew he wouldn’t last very long and so he looked down to admire Rebecca’s big ass before once again focusing on her big green eyes as she serviced his cock.

Jackson was so turned on that he knew he was going to finish very quickly, after Erika put his cock in her mouth. Erika wasn’t the best at giving a blowjob but Jackson was so pent up he didn’t even care, and looking down behind her head to see her nice round ass. He got distracted as he saw her big tits bouncing while she bobbed on his cock. It was too much for Jackson, and he tapped Erika on the shoulder and moaned, “Oh god, yes!” as he began ejaculating in Erika’s mouth. Erika, surprised at the quickness of Jackson’s orgasm, quickly began trying to swallow his semen.

Alexis was working really hard to get Thomas’s fat cock in her mouth but she was having trouble getting past the head. Thomas realizing her difficulty grabbed her head so she would look up at him and told her, “That’s okay just keep sucking on my head and looking at me. That will be enough to get me off.” She looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes and just continued licking the head of his fat cock.

Malcolm decided that he wanted to pay attention to Elizabeth’s big breasts first. So he started licking one of her nipples while fondling the other tit, while his other hand got busy between Elizabeth’s legs, fingering her. Malcolm still couldn’t believe that such a short skinny girl could have such big tits but he realized they were definitely real as he was fondling them. Hearing Elizabeth’s moaning getting louder he realized that he should start licking her pussy soon before he made her cum just from fingering her, so he got between her widely-parted legs and began licking away.

Bethany was enjoying William’s efforts as he licked away at her pussy. ‘Wow! William is pretty good at eating pussy. Definitely better than I would have expected.’ Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice behind her.

“Here, William; let me help you out a bit,” she turned around to see Mr. Garza standing behind her. Mr. Garza then reached around and cupped one of Bethany’s huge boobs in each of his hands.

He then began f...

A day in the life of rural Hungary.

By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

‘Here be Dragons’ wasn’t always a tourist gimmick.

(Vizsla and links to the past)

The driver stopped at a rustic roadside inn. It had been an uncomfortable three hour drive to the East-Southeast of Budapest and even Pamela seemed to have lost her bearings. Our luggage had been placed in the bonnet (trunk), but we kept our duffels, with our weaponry, on our laps the entire trip. Selena, Pamela and I were squeezed into the back seat, while Alkonyka sat up front with our amiable driver. He was full of interesting tips, jokes and local legends. If he wanted us to forget he was part of a company of killers, he failed.

Selena ignored me. Instead, she tried to engage Pamela in conversation three times over the course of the trip. Each time, Pamela responded with chilly disdain. That left Selena a tad bit grumpy by the time we stopped.

“Leave your weapons,” Selena demanded. This clearly wasn’t the Kazakhstan consulate. This was the ass-end of nowhere with Black Hand all around. Pamela and I left our duffels outside the vacated car, stretched out some kinks and began handing our personal weapons over to the driver and Selena.

“Is that everything?” our driver smiled. Alkonyka was coming around to our side. She gave up my spare Glock-22 that I had given her and her father’s Special Forces knife.

“No,” I answered. “We have a ceremonial dagger. To take that is a terrible insult.” He motioned us to give them over and I did. Pamela’s followed mine two second later.

“Only him,” Selena directed me to the front door of the inn. I looked to Pamela. We both shrugged.

“Alkonyka, relax,” I smiled at my latest female of interest. “I’ll either be back soon or the snipers hiding about the place will kill you so fast, you won’t notice.” Blink. I wasn’t joking.

As my eyes were adjusting from the bright day outside to the inn’s dark interior, two men patted me down. I obviously hadn’t been lying about disarming, but they did have me remove my light ballistic vest, it was way too hot for my duster. I suspected that they wanted me to get redressed, so I put my shirt back on, unbuttoned, and then added my jacket, I took my time since they were both being dicks.

Finally, they allowed me to walk into the bar proper. Sure enough, a mid-to-late 50ish woman was sitting at a round table in the back. Halfway to her table, I deviated, jumped over the bar, and poured myself a nice German lager. Stein in hand, I walked her way.

“I didn’t say you could have a drink,” the Vizsla commented.

“Oh, my apologies,” I shrugged. I put the stein on a nearby table and waited.

“Have a seat,” she directed. I came up to her table and examined the three empty chairs. I held back until she pointed to the chair opposite her. I sat down, but didn’t make eye contact. Instead, I examined the various paintings and photographs on the walls. It was an old place.

“You killed Matthias, even though you knew he worked for me,” she uttered.

“I can confirm that information to be correct,” I looked her way. That, wasn’t what she expected.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I countered. There was a method to my madness; this was going to be a lesson in competence, and what happens when you don’t respect it.

“Why did you kill Matthias?”

“I needed a reason?” I tried to look pensive. “Maybe I didn’t like the cut of his facial hair?”

“Do you think this is a joke?” she replied dryly. “The Black Hand always avenge our own.”

“Damn,” I looked perplexed. “No one told me that when I arrived. Can we call Matthias’s extermination a 50/50 bad call, both ways?”

“Matthias was my cousin,” the Vizsla continued.

“My condolences,” I sighed. “The next Black Hand douche-bag the Amazons waste, I’ll have them ask if he’s related to you first. How’s that?”

“You are so not likely to have that opportunity,” she pointed out.

“Oh,” I laughed, “you are so wrong about that.”

“You are far stupider than I had been informed,” the Vizsla’s eyes narrowed.

“Nope. You and your cast of ’Dumb and Dumber’ have been treating us like idiots since we touched down at Ferenc Liszt International, so I’m pretending to be that simpleton sock-puppet just for you, Vizsla. You’ve added to that by heaping disrespect and derision on my people,” I grinned.

“You tried to have me and my entourage murdered and Matthias paid the price for that. Ever...

A Butterfly wants to kill the World?

By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Although Love is both fire and shadow, we often forget to take comfort from the coolness of the memories when the burning flames are absent
{3:00 pm Sunday, September 7th ~ last day}
“Now aren’t you glad we tagged along?” Pamela said loudly enough to draw attention from the onlookers. She was still beating me up for sending Juanita away and for running off with an avatar-Goddess of the Cult of the Jaguar. But we would have been drawing attention anyway.

See, I was in my least-favorite place to get beat up: the Full-blooded gym at Havenstone. Oh, the Amazons knew me by now. They knew Pamela too. It was my other four ‘guests’ which were drawing the attention/ire. Three were 'outsider’ women:
FBI Special Agent Virginia Maddox was known to a few of the Security Services and the Security Detail Amazons, who quickly spread the word about who she was. If they hadn’t, well her grey workout attire with yellow FBI lettering on it would have helped clarify any confusion.
The other two were New York Police officers Nikita Kutuzov and her mother, Larisa (aka 'The Desk Sergeant’). Those two were with me because Larisa had been insistent on coming and Pamela had publically announced it was a ’capital idea’, there-by vacating my veto.
“I thought you were a bigwig?” Larisa Kutuzov had accused me.
“I am, but she scares everyone,” I’d shrugged helplessly. Larisa then looked to Pamela, who shrugged as if she couldn’t understand why anyone would be afraid of her. So those two, dressed in navy blue workout attire labeled NYPD with golden lettering, were also accompanying me into Pain Central.
Had those three outsiders not been with me, it wouldn’t really have mattered in the 'attention getting’ department because my fourth guest was Chaz. Yeah, Chaz. Mind you, Chaz hadn’t wanted to come either, but Pamela insisted I might need help before all this shit sorted itself out.
Chaz wasn’t as 'pretty’ as me, but compensated by possessing the aura of a professional elite warrior ~ calm, detached and unflappable in a crisis such as calmly walking into a room where 200 women wanted to kill you:
... a third of them wanted to rape you, then kill you,
... another third wanted to kill you by raping you (Chaz was awfully 'manly’ after all),
... and the balance just wanted to kill you and move on to whatever was next.
Now, what the fuck was I doing in the Full-blooded gym? I had promised to meet Oneida to discuss our hastily revealed 'Warrior’s Love’ during this morning’s council session, right before Rhada attacked her. But why was Oneida meeting me in the gym?
As I scanned about upon entry, I saw Oneida and my heart sank. My bad day clearly was not getting better. A portion of the sparring mats closest to me had been cleared out for a circular meeting of kneeling Amazons, who were most certainly waiting for 'Yours Truly’. Thirteen Amazons were waiting for me. I knew them all, five intimately. Closest to my left were three members of House Zorja: House Head Jana, her Apprentice Marlene and my old buddy Elsa.
To their left were Shawnee and Oneida of House Arinniti. Opposite me was the Keeper of Records, Krasimira, with the augur Tadêfi and their guardians; Sikia and the persistently with Krasimira whose name I’d never gotten. Beside them were Mahdi and Rhada. Closing the circle were the Head and Apprentice of House Bendis: Klavdiya and Gale.
The moment I saw Tadêfi, any half-assed plan I was cobbling together flew out the window. Sikia was holding Tadêfi’s hand which she clenched when she caught sight of me. I hadn’t believed I would ever see the augur alive again, yet here she was. Fuck it all. I was vaguely aware of Pamela telling Chaz and Virginia to 'clear the road’.
“Ishara,” the Apprentice of House Maeve, Rhonwenn, decided to make a protest in front of the onlookers, “these strangers are not welcome.” She moved toward me. By the five companions she was bringing along, she expected some level of resistance. Fortunately, she was addressing me/us in Old Kingdom Hittite, which meant only Pamela and I understood what the heck she was saying.
“Rhonwenn,” I turned on her with teary eyes, “the Mother of my first born daughter is here when it was prophesied I would never hold her again this side of the cliffs. If I hug her, I can hug them both and show them I share my love,” I led with my heart’s song.
“First born?” Rhonwenn frowned.
“Yes...