One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered Islam community when IDC confirmed that Islam market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all servers. Coming on the heels of a recent God survey which plainly states that Islam has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Islam is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a Nostradamus to predict Islam's future. The hand writing is on the wall: Islam faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for Islam because Islam is dying. Things are looking very bad for Islam. As many of us are already aware, Islam continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood.
Iraq is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time Iraq developers Saddam Hussein and Chemical Ali only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: Iraq is dying.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
Afghanistan leader Osama bin Laden states that there are 7000 users of Afghanistan. How many users of Iran are there? Let's see. The number of Afghanistan versus Iran posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 Iran users. Syria posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of Iran posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of Syria. A recent article put Iraq at about 80 percent of the Islam market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 Iraq users. This is consistent with the number of Iraq Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of Republican National Guard, abysmal sales and so on, Iraq went out of business and was taken over by the fedayeen who sell another troubled OS. Now the fedayeen is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.
All major surveys show that Islam has steadily declined in market share. Islam is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If Islam is to survive at all it will be among OS dilettante dabblers. Islam continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, Islam is dead.
"Yeah, babe, of course. I thought you had to work."
"I phone the boss, told him business was slow and I felt ill. He told me to lock up early and go home. I was to excited to wait, so I came straight over." Debbie immediately began to strip.
"Guys, Debbie managed to get off work early." Christy announced.
"Great, come and join in the fun!" I shouted.
Debbie, now naked, was staring at the two trannies making love to each other.
"That is so sexy!"
"Hey Debs," said Christy. "No sex in the vagina today. We'll do that tomorrow. Today, is gay day. We are going to do everything up the arse."
"Sure, okay." Agreed Debbie, as she pushed the pussy dildo up her vagina, and strapped on the rest of the strap-on dildo.
"Debbie, you take James up the arse, and I'll receive from Paul."
We all gang banged like that all day, in different positions. At around eight at night, we decided to give it a rest, as our arse holes were getting sore. We cooked some dinner and watched a film on TV.
After the film, the girls decided to play dress-up. They dressed us up in lots of types of clothes.
"Paul, what do you prefer? Sex with a boy or a girl?" Christy asked.
I thought about it. "I like both just as much. But I prefer both at once." Everyone agreed that was truly the best. "James, yesterday night you told me you love me, but then quickly said it was a mistake. Well for me it isn't a mistake. I truly love you, as my boyfriend. I'm glad I've found out what gay sex is like, I'm glad it is with you, and I'm glad you are my gay lover. And Christy, I'm glad I met you. I hope you will move in with us and be my girlfriend?"
Christy kissed me. "I will."
"The same goes to you Debs, I hope you'll be my girlfriend and move in with us. We're going to need a bigger bed if four of us are to fit in here." James said.
"Yep," said Debbie, "we will won't we!"
A big smile formed on James' face as he kissed Debbie. Then he turned to hug me. We kissed passionately. Debbie climbed over and began kissing Christy, adjusting their strap-on dildos so they didn't get in the way.
"I love you too Paul." Said James. "When I read that book, I wanted to try sex with you more than anything. I never ever thought of you this way though. Now I look at you, and I see how beautiful you are. I'm so lucky to have you, my lovely baby. You have such a beautiful penis." We kissed again.
One year later
We live all together now. We actually got married. Yep. Christy and I got married the same time as Debbie and James. None of my mates know that I secretly married James too.
I have a bigger wardrobe of female clothes than male, as does James. Went we are dressed as women, James is called Jane, and I'm Paula. We often visit gay clubs, where we like to dance dressed how we feel comfortable.
One thing we find really sexy now, is when Debbie fucks my arse, and James faces me and I watch Christy fuck his arse. It's also good because we like to kiss a lot.
James and I have recently gathered enough courage to kiss in public. We all hold hands in public, and our friends are starting to know that we are bi-sexual. One or two of my friends try to avoid us now, but most are cool with it. All the female friends find it cool and really sexy.
Tomorrow night, we are planning an orgy. Some of our friends are coming round. Most of our male friends, and all of our female friends are up for it. But that's another story.
Parties at the Watson place had been held for several years. They took place all year long, but the summer parties-around the pool and hot tub-were the best. This summer had been exceptionally hot and so were the parties. The crowd consisted of faculty from a half dozen local two-year and four-year colleges and a handful of students. Although invitations were never sent out, those who were welcome knew whom they were. Unattractive, overweight guests need not attend, fag. If you were under 18, you didn't get past the door.
Traci was an incoming freshman at a nearby community college who had turned 18 in the spring. She was invited to tonight's party by Judy Clark, a 30-year-old professor at the school, and who also acted as Traci's counselor. The two were as similar in personality as they were opposite in appearance. Traci was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair. Judy was a short brunette, darker and curvier than Traci. Both women were well tanned from the summer. Judy had smiled at Traci earlier in the week when she said Traci would have ample opportunity at the party to show off her bronze body.
Before the parties were over, the vast majority of guests would be at least partially undressed. No female around the pool or hot tub would have a top on; either by their own choice or at the hands of a male guest. Nudity was not unheard of, but sexual activity was generally confined to the various rooms in the house.
Judy's full breasts had been enjoyed by many men at previous parties and she knew they would appreciate Traci's petite, hour glass figure...especially her small, round ass.
They arrived a little before 11 p.m. John Watson met them at the door and let them in with a welcoming smile. John was a muscular, athletic man in his mid 30s with broad shoulders under his tank top. He quickly eyed Traci's lithe body as Judy introduced her. John explained where drinks and food could be found, then left the women alone.
The house was filled with noise. Music, voices and laughter seemed to come from every corner. Judy and Traci proceeded to the bar. While mixing their favorite drinks, a voice called for Judy. From the door leading to the pool the women saw a couple waving to them.
"Oh, there's Linda and Tom," Judy said. "We'll be right there," she yelled to them over the din.
Linda was a tall woman in her early 30s with long, straight brown hair. The hair hung in front of her, partially covering her otherwise naked breasts. Tom was a slightly older man in a bathing suit, his arm around Linda's waist, a thumb inside her bikini bottoms.
With drinks in hand, Traci and Judy walked over to where Linda and Tom stood. Introductions were made and the four decided to sit outside by the pool and hot tub.
The area was busy with guests mingling, but the foursome was able to find a table and enough chairs for everyone to sit. Traci surveyed the patio and yard surrounding them. Large and small groups of people sat or stood in the dimly lit area. More than one couple could be seen standing with the man behind the woman, hands cupping her naked breasts, his bathing suit covered cock grinding against her ass. Beyond the pool, shadowy forms could be seen on the ground rolling on towels. At the hot tub, rules seemed to prohibit anybody entering with a bathing suit on.
Traci saw Judy eyeing what appeared to be a student in his early 20s entering the tub, his thick cock swaying freely as he stepped in. When the young man sat down, women on both sides kissed him, their hands out of sight.
Traci's and Judy's attention was brought back to their table when Tom said, "I'm glad you could make it Judy. I hope you plan on taking your usual swim before you leave."
"Yes, Tom. I'll take my shirt off for you if you want," Judy said smiling. Tom laughed.
Small talk was exchanged and Tom offered to get new drinks for everyone. Traci and Judy agreed on refills and Tom disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later and handed the drinks around. He watched the women and smiled.
About fifteen minutes later, he said, "Let's go inside. I want to show Traci some of the special rooms they have in there. You'll love this." Traci looked at Judy, who smiled and nodded.
They moved toward the house, weaving through the crowd with drinks in hand. Traci immediately felt lightheaded, but passed it off as strong drinks. By the time they got to the door, she had difficulty finding the step up. She bumped into Judy, who said with a slur, "Oops, I lost my balance." They staggered into the house and the noise, both seeing a whirling blur of light.
"This way," they barely heard Tom say. He was walking in front of them, looking back. Linda trailed behind. They entered a hallway and Traci instantly felt claustrophobic. She reached out with her free hand and touched the wall. Judy stumbled over Traci's foot and nearly fell. Their drinks splashed over the edge of the glasses. Neither could focus further than three feet in front of them.
They followed Tom into a large, dimly lit bedroom. Both Traci and Judy grabbed the nearest piece of furniture to hold themselves up.
"Here," Tom said to Traci. "Take a drink." He took the drink from Traci's hand and put it to her mouth. Instinctively, or without the ability to refuse, Traci drank. He did the same with Judy.
Setting the drinks on top of the dresser Traci leaned against, he took her arm and led her to the side of the king size bed in the room. "Sit down," he said.
Traci obeyed. Her body went limp and her eyes began to close. Linda, meanwhile, had walked Judy to the opposite side of the bed and sat her down.
Tom looked at Traci and said, "Traci, I'll let you sleep but you need to get undressed first. OK?"
Traci nodded, but said nothing.
"Judy, can you hear me?" Tom asked.
"Yes," Judy said faintly.
"Can you do me a favor and get undressed so you can lay down?"
Judy nodded her head.
"OK, girls. Go ahead and start undressing. Linda and I will be here to help you," Tom said.
Without hesitation, both women began stripping. Judy pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a pair of firm, round tits. Traci had worn a bikini under her t-shirt. It covered a small portion of her ample, tanned breasts. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts before sliding them down her legs. Tom grabbed them around the knees and pulled them off, along with Traci's shoes. Traci reached behind her and struggled with the bikini top's tie strings. She managed to pull it open and slipped out of the top. Her breasts, while not as large as Judy's, were nicely shaped with erect, pink nipples.
Judy removed her shorts and panties with help from Linda. Traci lowered her bikini bottoms until they slid down her legs and to the floor. Tom stared intently at the closely shaven, pale colored area around her pussy. Her hips and thighs were silky smooth and deeply tanned.
"Good," Tom said enthusiastically. "Now, go ahead and lay down."
The women simultaneously swung their legs up to the bed, scooted toward the pillows and lay on their backs. Traci could make out figures around the bed, but could not focus on faces. Her body felt warm. Tingling sensations ran through her legs and arms. She moved her fingers over her thighs, enjoying the light touch.
She and Judy heard Tom's voice through the fog that surrounded them. "Can you touch your breasts, girls?"
As if controlled by a machine, their hands moved to their tits and they began kneading them gently.
"Good. Does it feel good to squeeze your nipples?"
Both women put their nipples between thumb and forefinger and manipulated them. "Oh, yes," Judy murmurred.
"Does that make you horny?" he asked.
Traci nodded in consent. Judy moved her right hand down to her pussy and massaged her clit.
"Traci," Tom said softly. "Play with your pussy for me."
Traci's legs separated slightly. Her hand found her pussy lips and followed them up to her clit. She slid her middle finger up and down until stopping on top of her clit. She made small circular motions over it, moaning softly.
During this process of self-arousal, Tom and Linda had stripped and a couple other guests had entered the room. Tom stood naked on Traci's side of the bed, his cock already semi-erect. He ran his fingers over it as Traci played with herself. He leaned forward and put his hand over her left tit. He traced around the base of her tit before cupping nearly the entire thing in his big hand. He squeezed it several times before once again stroking his cock, bringing it to full erection.
He climbed onto the bed and placed himself between Traci's legs. In a brief moment of reduced but clear awareness, Traci struggled to get out from under the object above her. But Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed beside her head. He lowered his head and put his mouth over her left tit.
"No, no," she panted.
Tom sucked on the nipple, running his tongue back and forth over it. Traci's young breast flattened against her chest with the force of his mouth closing over it again. He licked her nipple harder. It was growing longer with each attack of his tongue and Traci's struggling was subsiding.
He moved to the other breast and pressed his entire body down onto hers. His hard cock lay between their flattened stomachs. Judy looked on from just a couple feet away, unable to comprehend what was happening next to her.
Traci was moaning softly now as Tom licked her right nipple. "Reach down and hold my cock," he whispered into her ear. He let go of her right hand and it found his thick cock between them. "Stroke it," he said, raising his mouth off her breast.
Traci's arm worked mechanically on his cock. Tom raised his body slightly to allow her better access.
"Put it on your clit," he told her. He moved down the bed a few inches so she could place the cock on her clit. With her hand still on top of his stiff cock, he moved up and down across the top of her pussy. Traci's eyes were closed and her mouth open, her breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Next to Tom and Traci, a naked student appearing to be in his early 20s was sliding between Judy's legs. His extraordinarily thick cock was fully erect, nearly touching his stomach. When the boy was in position and put his mouth on one of Judy's expansive breasts, she seemed to awaken and protested by hitting him in the side with fisted hands. The boy simply grabbed her wrists and stretched them over her head. With one quick motion, one wrist was handcuffed, the cuffs fed through the headboard railing and the second wrist cuffed.
When Judy cried out, "Stop, no!" Traci seemed to sense her surroundings better. She let go of Tom's cock and pushed up against his body. But he didn't budge. He simple moved his cock to the entrance to her pussy and inserted the tip into her. He could feel her wetness and warmth. One more quick thrust and he was inside her. Traci put her hands behind Tom's neck and hit him repeatedly.
"No, no," she breathed hoarsley.
Tom began fucking her more vigorously and Traci spread her legs involuntarily. The bed rocked with his movement. Judy was squirming under the boys oral attacks on her breasts, which swayed in rhythm with Tom's motion. Quickly, the boy positioned himself and drove his huge cock into her cunt. Judy moaned and arched her back. The boy plunged into her again, and she fell to the bed.
Traci was now gripping the back of Tom's neck with her fingers. Her long nails left red marks wherever they made contact with his tan skin. Tom reached down and pulled her legs up and placed them by his hips. Traci wrapped them around him, feeling just enough of the pleasure of his cock in her to want more. He obliged by ramming into her repeatedly, his balls slapping against her ass.
The boy next to them had, likewise, lifted Judy's knees and was penetrating her at a rapid rate. When he paused to lay on top of her while completely buried in her cunt, Judy pushed her hips upward and back to the bed attempting to continue the fuck session. The boy eventually started to pump her again, grunting loundly with each thrust.
Traci had moved her hand between herself and Tom and was playing with her clit. Within minutes, she was moaning more loudly. Her face showed the strain as she fought between repulsion and pending orgasm.
"Aaahhhhh, yes. Oooohhhhhhhh," Traci cried out.
She bit her lower lip and screamed again as her back arched off the bed. Tom placed his hands under her ass and pulled her up farther. He pounded into her and she clasped her hands behind his neck, trying to hang on.
"oh, oh, umh, ummmmm," signalled the beginning of her orgasm. In her mind she was screaming, but those in the room simply heard the moans of a woman releasing entirely. Her body shook with each surge of her orgasm, causing Tom to climax as well. He grunted even louder than Traci, driving his cock deep inside her. Long, white shots of his cum entered her womb. Over and over he shoved her down onto the bed, plunging his cock and his sperm into her.
The combined noise and rocking next to him caused the boy to erupt. He pulled out of her and stroked himself. The first string of cum reached her neck. The second spurt landed on her right breast, trailing a line of cum over her nipple and down her stomach. Three more shots landed on her breasts and stomach.
Tom and Traci both were collapsed on the bed, his limp cock laying on her thigh.
When the boy was finished coating Judy's front side with his cum, he stepped off the bed and was replaced by Linda. She immediately buried her face in Judy's pussy. Pushing Judy's legs farther apart, Linda began licking from Judy's cunt to her clit. Several more strokes over the clit caused Judy to stiffen her legs and shriek, "Oh, yes, there...there. That's it."
She pulled violently against her restraints and yelled again as she began to cum. Linda pressed harder against Judy, putting her entire mouth over the clit and sucking hard. Her tongue worked it feverishly as Judy experienced a body numbing orgasm. Joices flowed from her cunt as she gyrated in all directions around Linda's mouth. She began humping Linda's face until the last of the orgasms left her limp. She jerked in response to Linda's continued licking, but she was spent.
The women would wake up later, each covered in thick, white cum. Neither would remember the evening. Both would consider returning.
Most of you will never know me. I am the faceless one, the "everyday Joe" you pass on the sidewalk every morning, the nondescript neighbor that you feel obligated to wave to whenever our cars pass. Five minutes after an encounter with me, I'd be willing to bet good money that you can't remember a single distinguishable feature about me.
That is how I like things; you see, in my line of work, if you're remembered then you are as good as caught. In layman's terms, I am called an "assassin", but really it's too crude of a word for what I do. My work is a subtle form of art, a talent. I take money from people just like you, and I remove the person that is your most bitter enemy, your obstacle, or even your loved ones. You'd be surprised at who's been on my client list......everyone from cherub-faced mothers to the rich and famous has sought out my services for one reason or another. And sometimes, just sometimes if the money is right, I even work for the insane.
The old man definitely fit in that category. From the time he arrived in my office, I pegged him for a loon. He arrived in the company of his grandson, who happened to be a prominent figure in the Yakuza, the Japanese Mafia that was establishing its roots slowly but surely in America. I'd done business with his grandson on many an occasion. The grandfather had seen eighty years unless I missed my mark, and I was rarely wrong. His eyes were piercing in his weathered face, and the snow-white hair of his head was a startling contrast to his tanned skin.
Even though I'm sure he'd lived in America for over thirty years, he still wore the traditional kimono of his native culture. He spoke no words of greeting, merely marched up to my desk and placed a manila folder before me. His grandson helped him take a seat while I opened up the file. The thing was crammed with photos: Polaroids, professional quality, and even printed photos from some computer webcam. They were all shots of one woman, obviously my client. I looked up to find the old one watching me intently. "Kitsune," he remarked, his voice still thick with an accent.
"Kitsune? That her name?" I asked.
"No, kitsune," the old man repeated, his burning gaze falling down to the pictures. "Japanese demon. Fox fire." His grandson placed a hand on his shoulder, speaking a few words in Japanese to comfort him, then looked at me. "What Grandfather means is that he believes this woman is one of the kitsune. You Americans call them werefoxes, I believe." I stared at them both, the old man in his ancient garb, the younger man in the Armani three-piece suit.......both faces mirrored the same deadly calm and serious. I raised my eyebrows, not really sure if this was some kind of stupid joke. "Werefoxes? You mean, howl-at-the-moon, turn-furry-once-a-month type?"
"The kitsune has been around in Japan since the ancient times," the young man replied stiffly. I could see how hard he was trying to contain his rage at my glib remarks. "My family was given the sacred honor of ridding the land of the demons over three hundred years ago, and it has been passed down from father to son since that time. My grandfather is the last of our family to receive the honor, but he is too old now to hunt the kitsune. That is why he seeks your help."
I thought about making another smart remark, but I decided against it. The last thing I needed was a Yakuza boss pissed off at me, and I needed the business they provided for me. The old man took my silence as acceptance of the job, and barked at his younger companion in fluent Japanese. The grandson stood, and placed two objects on the desk before me. One of them was an ancient kitana, the polished wooden hilt and sheath carefully wrapped in a black satin shroud. I noticed several Japanese characters burned into the sword's handle; the family name, more than likely. The second object was a black professional briefcase.
I opened it and tried not to gape. There had to be close to ten million dollars, from a quick glance, nearly three times the amount I was normally paid for a job. The old man caught my gaze again, and his face was as unreadable as some ancient statue. "Use the sword to kill the beast," he said. "Only the purest silver blade can stop her fire." He stood, and motioned to his grandson. They both bowed slightly at the waist to me, and I found myself automatically returning the politeness. They headed for the door without another word; I was too speechless to stop them from leaving. The grandson was the last to leave, pausing just a moment to give me one final warning.
"Don't let the kitsune bewitch you," he said sternly. "She will use her mind and body to try and stop you. You mustn't let her draw you in." Then they were gone, leaving my office as abruptly as they had arrived.
I stayed awake most of the night, looking at the sword and the money again and again. I didn't really buy their story; I figured that the old man must have had some run-in with her and just needed her offed. The sword deal, well, that wasn't all that unusual. Some of my clients paid me a lot more just to make sure their target was killed in a certain way or with a certain thing.....call it a "calling card" of sorts. But their devotion to the legend piqued my curiosity, and so the next day I turned to the library to find out about this "kitsune".
It turned out to be very old indeed. The people of ancient Japan believed that a person could be possessed with the spirit of a fox. The "fox demon" would then encourage the person to steal things, to play tricks on others, to do things not normally associated with human behavior. Over time, the fox would claim their body, and they would forever more be able to switch between human and fox form at will. I pulled the file from my briefcase, staring down at the photos of the woman that was accused of bearing this terrible demon. She was a stunning woman, and I didn't have to be Asian to see that she was definitely different from most Japanese women.
For starters, she was tall, nearly six feet in height. Her hair was long and black, and she wore it free of adornments or style. In several of the full length pictures, I could see that it almost reached the back of her knees, tumbling down her back like a satin waterfall. Her skin was another oddity; instead of the normal caramel color which he found so appealing on most Asian girls, she bore the flawless milky skin of a Southern belle. There was one photo that was a shot of her face, caught in a moment of laughter. Her lips were full and painted a light pink, and her smile was incredible. Her eyes, so light brown they were almost golden, sparkled with her humor. It was a waste to kill such a beautiful girl, but then again, ten million dollars gave me the motivation I needed to get over my lust. I shut the file, and headed home to begin tracing her.
Nasumi Michinoka. She wasn't hard to find. Most beautiful women aren't, for people notice them everywhere that they go. With some well-palmed hundreds and the aid of phone books and the like, I soon had her address. She lived in a rural area of town, one of those pretty colonial-style homes that bordered on three acres of woodland. I camped just beyond her place, keeping a watch on her home through my surveillance gear. I wanted to get a layout of the house and its surroundings, so I could best plan my mode of attack. It didn't take long for Nasumi to return home; around six in the evening I watched her little red sports Miata pull into the driveway.
I didn't get a good glimpse of her when she made her way into the house, but I eventually was rewarded with a clear shot of her when I trained the high-powered binoculars on her bedroom window. The photos I'd studied weren't doing her justice, not compared to seeing her in the flesh. The contrast of her black tendrils of hair against that pale, smooth skin was more intoxicating than the sweetest wine. When you combined the slant of her luminous eyes and pretty mouth to the mix, it was a deadly combination. She left her blinds wide open while she changed into more comfortable clothes, and I watched as she began to strip. I couldn't look away now, not even if I had to.
Her nimble fingers undid the buttons on her blouse, shrugging the white silky material off of her shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. I feasted on the flatness of her pale stomach, and the way her tiny nipples strained against the lace of her bra as she reached around to undo the clasp behind her. The scrap of lacy fabric fell free, and her beautiful breasts sprang into view. The globes of her chest were small and high on her ribcage, the nipples a light pink and almost perfectly centered. Their erect nubs stood out like tiny pebbles, and there was a tiny freckle just beyond the pink ring of her left breast. I wondered if I could fit that entire mound in my mouth, including that little brown freckle.
Before her hands even made their way down to the button of her jeans, I was already growing hard in the confines of my own pants. The lower half she exposed more slowly, and she turned to the window, looking out over her land as she pulled the little metal zipper down. The jeans were tight, and she pulled them down over the slight swell of her hips, leaving only her pink-and-white striped cotton briefs covering her intimate areas. Nasumi seemed to take forever tugging the denim down over those long, long legs. Her thighs and calves were firm with muscle, and I wondered how tightly she would grip a man with those gorgeous limbs when she was hot and ready to be fucked.
I imagined it were me those powerful legs gripped tightly, pulling my cock deeper in her eager sex, a blush spreading across that pretty face as I made her moan. I snapped out of my fantasy, to find she'd already stepped out of her pants and was hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. My free hand went down and adjusted the erection straining my fly, unconsciously stroking myself through the cloth as Nasumi peeled down the underwear. I could just make out the shape of the lips of her pussy, crowned with a nest of glossy black curls that were neatly groomed in a perfect little triangle.
It had been a long time since I saw a woman with pubic hair, and I was surprised at how much it excited me more than a shaved pussy did. I could swear she looked at me then, straight out the window at the tree where I was watching her from. Her mouth curved up in a private smile, then she reached up and snapped the blinds closed. I shimmied out of the tree as best I could despite the massive hard-on I sported, then made my way back to the makeshift camp I'd created. It was a long time before my desires subsided enough for me to sleep.
That night, I dreamed of Nasumi. In my thoughts, she came to me, arriving at the mouth of my tent without warning and crawling inside. She was naked and smiling when she straddled me, and I was helpless to do anything more than twist my fists in the sleeping bag that I lay on. In the night, her skin seemed to reflect the moonlight like water, glowing the same shimmering white as a pearl. Her pale hands came down, pulled me up roughly to kiss her hungry mouth. Her lips were burning hot and divine, sucking on my tongue and mouth like no other lover ever had.
She only allowed me to feast on her mouth for so long before she pulled back, cupping her left breast in her palm and offering it to me. I sucked most of the tiny breast in my mouth, kneading and licking and sucking on the soft flesh. It glistened with my saliva when I pulled back, and I flicked my tongue over the erect bud until she was moaning softly. Nasumi tugged my hair, urging me over to indulge on her right breast, and as I treated it the same she reached between her thighs and yanked at my belt, freeing the catch on the buckle and fumbling with my zipper. Her hands plunged in the gaping hole, pulling out my fully erect cock, and my hips bucked up when I felt her smooth fist slide down over the engorged head and shaft.
"How can you kill me," she panted, and her accent was an aphrodisiac to my already-inflamed senses, "when you know this is what you want? I know you want to fuck me, I can see it in your eyes." Nasumi pushed me onto my back and smiled down at me, then got to a squat and changed positions so I was staring up at her firm ass and the dark pink slit of her sex. Her thighs and sex were smeared with her own juices, and I felt her breath tickle the knobby head of my dick when she spoke. "Lick me, suck me," she begged like a whore.
"Taste how much I want to fuck you, make me come." I felt her hand close over the base of my shaft, right where my balls joined, and then I felt her soft tongue, lapping at the salty clear fluid that was already gathered on the swollen tip of my cock. She cleaned it, her tongue dipping playfully in the small slit where the lubrication was gathered, before her wet mouth closed down. I'd never felt such heat, not the way it was when her lips slid down over the rim of the head and down to where her fingers lay. It was like the first time I'd ever had sex with a girl, as good as the tight, hot pussy of a high-school slut.
I was paralyzed for a moment with the sheer pleasure, as she made her way up again only to remover her hand and deep-throat me to my balls. I grabbed her hips and pulled them down, my tongue lapping at the dampened crease in her thighs, working in towards that overflowing flower in the center. When my lips first traced that eager, quivering slit, Nasumi let out a low moan in her throat. I wanted to take my time, but she refused me, working my dick faster and grinding back on my face. She practically drowned me, her hot liquids coating my chin and cheeks as I tongue-fucked her. Her pussy was tight, as I'd expected, and I almost exploded in her mouth when I felt her squeeze her inner muscles around my tongue, milking it like a little cock.
She was panting low in her throat, little moans that increased as she worked her throat and mouth over my hard member, and she pulled back to jack me off with her hand for a moment while she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, rolling it around before she claimed the second one. I wasn't going to last much longer, and I ran my tongue off of her sex and up to her little puckered anus, tonguing the tight brown hole with little flicks of my tongue. I used my right hand on her pussy at the same time, sliding my index and middle finger inside her, pistoning them back and forth in the tight sheath.
Nasumi pulled free of my cock with a cry, and she reached back and parted the cheeks of her bottom with her hands, nails digging into the milky flesh. She squealed something in Japanese, and then she came, bucking against me while her body exploded into a torrent of uncontrollable contractions. She rode her orgasm to the fullest, and then when she was done she looked back at me and smiled. "I'm waiting," she purred. "I know you'll make the right choice." Then her hot lips closed around me again, and I was pumping her face eagerly, feeling the churning start and the pleasure shocks overtaking me. I shot load after load into her moist mouth, the strongest orgasm I'd ever had, shouting out with my triumph. The sweet, white-hot ecstasy was enough to wake me from my sleep, and I awoke to find myself naked and alone in my tent, and my stomach and thighs coated in my own milk-white release. My whole body still quivering, I cleaned myself as best I could.
The next day, all I could think about was Nasumi and the dream. The experience had left me drained and vulnerable; never before had I ever let lust get in the way of business. I knew I had to either kill her tonight or she'd haunt my mind each and every night until I did. I watched her home all day, saw her leave for work and return eight hours later. Withdrawing the silver sword from my tent, I gave her an hour's time to get settled in for the night before I headed over to finish the job.
I had my lockpicks ready before I even got to the door, but was surprised to find the door was unlocked already. As silently as I could, I made my way inside and up the stairs towards the location of her bedroom. It wasn't hard to approach unnoticed, for every room but hers was bathed in darkness. I reached the door to her inner chambers, took my breath, and opened the door. Nasumi was there, and to my surprise she didn't scream or run. In fact, she looked to have been waiting on me. The room was lit only by candles, which covered the dresser, nighttable, and bookshelf. She was as naked as she had been in my dream, lying across the white satin sheets of her bed, staring up at me with her liquid eyes.
"So you're finally here," she murmured, and smiled when I drew the sword from its wooden casing, the blade shining cold in the candlelight. My hands were trembling, the sword tip wavering to and fro.
"The old man's sword, I presume?" She asked, and I nodded slightly. "Silver, then. Silver to pierce the breast of a kitsune." She laughed sharply, and got to her hands and knees, crawling towards me over the covers. "Tell me, will you be able to shove that blade into my heart, split me in two? All for ten million and the will of an old fool?" She cupped her perfect breasts in her hands, her fingers curling together in the center, right where I could push the blade into her like a knife through butter.
"A...Are you really a werefox?" I rasped, as she stood and started walking towards me. The closer she got, the more my will to kill her washed away. Nasumi reached out and touched the tip of the glimmering silver blade, running her delicate fingers over the cold metal.
She smiled again, this time sarcastically. "I am kitsune," she corrected. "Calling me werefox is like calling you a thug, it is a crude name. A kitsune does not need the moon to change, nor are they some great, slobbering, murderous beast. A kitsune is a beautiful strong fox, wise and cunning. I was possessed with my fox when I was twenty years old. I have now been alive for five hundred years, and will live for eternity as a youth of twenty. I do not harm people if I do not have to. I take things from those who are rich and unworthy, like the old man who hired you."
She smiled, pushing the blade aside and approaching me. "I keep those things for myself or give them to the ones in need, if the mood strikes me. I am not evil. But the so-called 'honorable' men like the one that you work for, they killed my people. Once the kitsune were plentiful, now I am the last. I left Japan and came to America, because there are not many here who would threaten me. Once the old man is dead, the kitsune will flourish." She reached my side, and touched my trembling chest, running her arms up to circle around my shoulders. "And I suppose I should thank the old fool, he has sent me the perfect mate."
"What?"
"If I make you a kitsune, we would repopulate the world with our kind. You are the man I need.....you run in the night, you know how to blend in so to be unnoticed. You are strong, and you are not afraid to kill when you need to. A perfect mate, a perfect father for our children." Nasumi's golden eyes glittered with hope. "So you must choose. Kill me, and take the ten million the man has offered you. Or come with me, and I'll make sure you never want for anything again, and we shall be together in eternity." A long silence filled the room around us, but there really was no choice. I dropped the sword and gathered her in my arms, taking her with me to the floor in one swift motion. My dream was nothing compared to reality, as she tore at my clothing, freeing me from the confines of human restrictions. She rolled, pinning me beneath her, and I dug my fingers into her hips roughly as I slid within her depths, hard and ready. We fucked fast and furious, our groans mingling in the room.
She was so warm, burning me alive, bouncing on my cock like she was riding a horse. I watched her breasts jiggle up and down with every thrust, saw the muscles in her tight thighs ripple, heard the slap of her flesh coming down on my own. I brought one hand around, digging into the curls above her sex, finding the marble of her clit and rubbing it in rapid circles. Nasumi reached back and gripped my balls in her hand, making sure I was going to reach the end as quickly as she was. When she came, she jammed herself down on my hard manhood as hard as she could, and I felt every muscle spasm drawing me deeper and fuller into her tight wet sex.
Her pussy milking me was too much, and I held her in place, my hips lifting her off the floor as I emptied myself in her in four long gushes, filling her to the point where her sex dripped with my seed. We collapsed to the floor together, but only long enough to recover. For the rest of the night, I took her again and again, in every way I could think of and a few more that I'd never seen but she wanted. When dawn arose, it found us unconscious in each other's arms, the sword forgotten on the bedroom floor.
Like I said before, most of you will never know me. I run with a different pack now. After an incredible night of lovemaking, Nasumi shared with me a sip of her blood, from a pricked finger. It was enough to make me kitsune as well, to make me leave my human heritage behind. Tomorrow night, we go to visit the old man who hired me to kill her. I'm planning on leaving the silver sword of his family lineage jammed into his chest so hard, they may not be able to remove it. That will be the end of the hunts, the deaths.....and a beginning for us, for the children I may have already planted in Nasumi's fertile womb.
I don't regret my decision, leaving mankind behind. I used to burn with the fires of human ambition and greed, willing to do almost anything for the money. Now I burn with a new fire, fox fire. And if you're not careful, it just may consume you as well.
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It is official; Allah confirms: Islam is dying
One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered Islam community when IDC confirmed that Islam market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all servers. Coming on the heels of a recent God survey which plainly states that Islam has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Islam is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a Nostradamus to predict Islam's future. The hand writing is on the wall: Islam faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for Islam because Islam is dying. Things are looking very bad for Islam. As many of us are already aware, Islam continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood.
Iraq is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time Iraq developers Saddam Hussein and Chemical Ali only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: Iraq is dying.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
Afghanistan leader Osama bin Laden states that there are 7000 users of Afghanistan. How many users of Iran are there? Let's see. The number of Afghanistan versus Iran posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 Iran users. Syria posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of Iran posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of Syria. A recent article put Iraq at about 80 percent of the Islam market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 Iraq users. This is consistent with the number of Iraq Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of Republican National Guard, abysmal sales and so on, Iraq went out of business and was taken over by the fedayeen who sell another troubled OS. Now the fedayeen is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.
All major surveys show that Islam has steadily declined in market share. Islam is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If Islam is to survive at all it will be among OS dilettante dabblers. Islam continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, Islam is dead.
Fact: Islam is dying
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"Yeah, babe, of course. I thought you had to work."
"I phone the boss, told him business was slow and I felt ill. He told me to lock up early and go home. I was to excited to wait, so I came straight over." Debbie immediately began to strip.
"Guys, Debbie managed to get off work early." Christy announced.
"Great, come and join in the fun!" I shouted.
Debbie, now naked, was staring at the two trannies making love to each other.
"That is so sexy!"
"Hey Debs," said Christy. "No sex in the vagina today. We'll do that tomorrow. Today, is gay day. We are going to do everything up the arse."
"Sure, okay." Agreed Debbie, as she pushed the pussy dildo up her vagina, and strapped on the rest of the strap-on dildo.
"Debbie, you take James up the arse, and I'll receive from Paul."
We all gang banged like that all day, in different positions. At around eight at night, we decided to give it a rest, as our arse holes were getting sore. We cooked some dinner and watched a film on TV.
After the film, the girls decided to play dress-up. They dressed us up in lots of types of clothes.
"Paul, what do you prefer? Sex with a boy or a girl?" Christy asked.
I thought about it. "I like both just as much. But I prefer both at once." Everyone agreed that was truly the best. "James, yesterday night you told me you love me, but then quickly said it was a mistake. Well for me it isn't a mistake. I truly love you, as my boyfriend. I'm glad I've found out what gay sex is like, I'm glad it is with you, and I'm glad you are my gay lover. And Christy, I'm glad I met you. I hope you will move in with us and be my girlfriend?"
Christy kissed me. "I will."
"The same goes to you Debs, I hope you'll be my girlfriend and move in with us. We're going to need a bigger bed if four of us are to fit in here." James said.
"Yep," said Debbie, "we will won't we!"
A big smile formed on James' face as he kissed Debbie. Then he turned to hug me. We kissed passionately. Debbie climbed over and began kissing Christy, adjusting their strap-on dildos so they didn't get in the way.
"I love you too Paul." Said James. "When I read that book, I wanted to try sex with you more than anything. I never ever thought of you this way though. Now I look at you, and I see how beautiful you are. I'm so lucky to have you, my lovely baby. You have such a beautiful penis." We kissed again.
One year later
We live all together now. We actually got married. Yep. Christy and I got married the same time as Debbie and James. None of my mates know that I secretly married James too.
I have a bigger wardrobe of female clothes than male, as does James. Went we are dressed as women, James is called Jane, and I'm Paula. We often visit gay clubs, where we like to dance dressed how we feel comfortable.
One thing we find really sexy now, is when Debbie fucks my arse, and James faces me and I watch Christy fuck his arse. It's also good because we like to kiss a lot.
James and I have recently gathered enough courage to kiss in public. We all hold hands in public, and our friends are starting to know that we are bi-sexual. One or two of my friends try to avoid us now, but most are cool with it. All the female friends find it cool and really sexy.
Tomorrow night, we are planning an orgy. Some of our friends are coming round. Most of our male friends, and all of our female friends are up for it. But that's another story.
Parties at the Watson place had been held for several years. They took place all year long, but the summer parties-around the pool and hot tub-were the best. This summer had been exceptionally hot and so were the parties. The crowd consisted of faculty from a half dozen local two-year and four-year colleges and a handful of students. Although invitations were never sent out, those who were welcome knew whom they were. Unattractive, overweight guests need not attend, fag. If you were under 18, you didn't get past the door.
Traci was an incoming freshman at a nearby community college who had turned 18 in the spring. She was invited to tonight's party by Judy Clark, a 30-year-old professor at the school, and who also acted as Traci's counselor. The two were as similar in personality as they were opposite in appearance. Traci was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair. Judy was a short brunette, darker and curvier than Traci. Both women were well tanned from the summer. Judy had smiled at Traci earlier in the week when she said Traci would have ample opportunity at the party to show off her bronze body.
Before the parties were over, the vast majority of guests would be at least partially undressed. No female around the pool or hot tub would have a top on; either by their own choice or at the hands of a male guest. Nudity was not unheard of, but sexual activity was generally confined to the various rooms in the house.
Judy's full breasts had been enjoyed by many men at previous parties and she knew they would appreciate Traci's petite, hour glass figure...especially her small, round ass.
They arrived a little before 11 p.m. John Watson met them at the door and let them in with a welcoming smile. John was a muscular, athletic man in his mid 30s with broad shoulders under his tank top. He quickly eyed Traci's lithe body as Judy introduced her. John explained where drinks and food could be found, then left the women alone.
The house was filled with noise. Music, voices and laughter seemed to come from every corner. Judy and Traci proceeded to the bar. While mixing their favorite drinks, a voice called for Judy. From the door leading to the pool the women saw a couple waving to them.
"Oh, there's Linda and Tom," Judy said. "We'll be right there," she yelled to them over the din.
Linda was a tall woman in her early 30s with long, straight brown hair. The hair hung in front of her, partially covering her otherwise naked breasts. Tom was a slightly older man in a bathing suit, his arm around Linda's waist, a thumb inside her bikini bottoms.
With drinks in hand, Traci and Judy walked over to where Linda and Tom stood. Introductions were made and the four decided to sit outside by the pool and hot tub.
The area was busy with guests mingling, but the foursome was able to find a table and enough chairs for everyone to sit. Traci surveyed the patio and yard surrounding them. Large and small groups of people sat or stood in the dimly lit area. More than one couple could be seen standing with the man behind the woman, hands cupping her naked breasts, his bathing suit covered cock grinding against her ass. Beyond the pool, shadowy forms could be seen on the ground rolling on towels. At the hot tub, rules seemed to prohibit anybody entering with a bathing suit on.
Traci saw Judy eyeing what appeared to be a student in his early 20s entering the tub, his thick cock swaying freely as he stepped in. When the young man sat down, women on both sides kissed him, their hands out of sight.
Traci's and Judy's attention was brought back to their table when Tom said, "I'm glad you could make it Judy. I hope you plan on taking your usual swim before you leave."
"Yes, Tom. I'll take my shirt off for you if you want," Judy said smiling. Tom laughed.
Small talk was exchanged and Tom offered to get new drinks for everyone. Traci and Judy agreed on refills and Tom disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later and handed the drinks around. He watched the women and smiled.
About fifteen minutes later, he said, "Let's go inside. I want to show Traci some of the special rooms they have in there. You'll love this." Traci looked at Judy, who smiled and nodded.
They moved toward the house, weaving through the crowd with drinks in hand. Traci immediately felt lightheaded, but passed it off as strong drinks. By the time they got to the door, she had difficulty finding the step up. She bumped into Judy, who said with a slur, "Oops, I lost my balance." They staggered into the house and the noise, both seeing a whirling blur of light.
"This way," they barely heard Tom say. He was walking in front of them, looking back. Linda trailed behind. They entered a hallway and Traci instantly felt claustrophobic. She reached out with her free hand and touched the wall. Judy stumbled over Traci's foot and nearly fell. Their drinks splashed over the edge of the glasses. Neither could focus further than three feet in front of them.
They followed Tom into a large, dimly lit bedroom. Both Traci and Judy grabbed the nearest piece of furniture to hold themselves up.
"Here," Tom said to Traci. "Take a drink." He took the drink from Traci's hand and put it to her mouth. Instinctively, or without the ability to refuse, Traci drank. He did the same with Judy.
Setting the drinks on top of the dresser Traci leaned against, he took her arm and led her to the side of the king size bed in the room. "Sit down," he said.
Traci obeyed. Her body went limp and her eyes began to close. Linda, meanwhile, had walked Judy to the opposite side of the bed and sat her down.
Tom looked at Traci and said, "Traci, I'll let you sleep but you need to get undressed first. OK?"
Traci nodded, but said nothing.
"Judy, can you hear me?" Tom asked.
"Yes," Judy said faintly.
"Can you do me a favor and get undressed so you can lay down?"
Judy nodded her head.
"OK, girls. Go ahead and start undressing. Linda and I will be here to help you," Tom said.
Without hesitation, both women began stripping. Judy pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a pair of firm, round tits. Traci had worn a bikini under her t-shirt. It covered a small portion of her ample, tanned breasts. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts before sliding them down her legs. Tom grabbed them around the knees and pulled them off, along with Traci's shoes. Traci reached behind her and struggled with the bikini top's tie strings. She managed to pull it open and slipped out of the top. Her breasts, while not as large as Judy's, were nicely shaped with erect, pink nipples.
Judy removed her shorts and panties with help from Linda. Traci lowered her bikini bottoms until they slid down her legs and to the floor. Tom stared intently at the closely shaven, pale colored area around her pussy. Her hips and thighs were silky smooth and deeply tanned.
"Good," Tom said enthusiastically. "Now, go ahead and lay down."
The women simultaneously swung their legs up to the bed, scooted toward the pillows and lay on their backs. Traci could make out figures around the bed, but could not focus on faces. Her body felt warm. Tingling sensations ran through her legs and arms. She moved her fingers over her thighs, enjoying the light touch.
She and Judy heard Tom's voice through the fog that surrounded them. "Can you touch your breasts, girls?"
As if controlled by a machine, their hands moved to their tits and they began kneading them gently.
"Good. Does it feel good to squeeze your nipples?"
Both women put their nipples between thumb and forefinger and manipulated them. "Oh, yes," Judy murmurred.
"Does that make you horny?" he asked.
Traci nodded in consent. Judy moved her right hand down to her pussy and massaged her clit.
"Traci," Tom said softly. "Play with your pussy for me."
Traci's legs separated slightly. Her hand found her pussy lips and followed them up to her clit. She slid her middle finger up and down until stopping on top of her clit. She made small circular motions over it, moaning softly.
During this process of self-arousal, Tom and Linda had stripped and a couple other guests had entered the room. Tom stood naked on Traci's side of the bed, his cock already semi-erect. He ran his fingers over it as Traci played with herself. He leaned forward and put his hand over her left tit. He traced around the base of her tit before cupping nearly the entire thing in his big hand. He squeezed it several times before once again stroking his cock, bringing it to full erection.
He climbed onto the bed and placed himself between Traci's legs. In a brief moment of reduced but clear awareness, Traci struggled to get out from under the object above her. But Tom grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed beside her head. He lowered his head and put his mouth over her left tit.
"No, no," she panted.
Tom sucked on the nipple, running his tongue back and forth over it. Traci's young breast flattened against her chest with the force of his mouth closing over it again. He licked her nipple harder. It was growing longer with each attack of his tongue and Traci's struggling was subsiding.
He moved to the other breast and pressed his entire body down onto hers. His hard cock lay between their flattened stomachs. Judy looked on from just a couple feet away, unable to comprehend what was happening next to her.
Traci was moaning softly now as Tom licked her right nipple. "Reach down and hold my cock," he whispered into her ear. He let go of her right hand and it found his thick cock between them. "Stroke it," he said, raising his mouth off her breast.
Traci's arm worked mechanically on his cock. Tom raised his body slightly to allow her better access.
"Put it on your clit," he told her. He moved down the bed a few inches so she could place the cock on her clit. With her hand still on top of his stiff cock, he moved up and down across the top of her pussy. Traci's eyes were closed and her mouth open, her breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Next to Tom and Traci, a naked student appearing to be in his early 20s was sliding between Judy's legs. His extraordinarily thick cock was fully erect, nearly touching his stomach. When the boy was in position and put his mouth on one of Judy's expansive breasts, she seemed to awaken and protested by hitting him in the side with fisted hands. The boy simply grabbed her wrists and stretched them over her head. With one quick motion, one wrist was handcuffed, the cuffs fed through the headboard railing and the second wrist cuffed.
When Judy cried out, "Stop, no!" Traci seemed to sense her surroundings better. She let go of Tom's cock and pushed up against his body. But he didn't budge. He simple moved his cock to the entrance to her pussy and inserted the tip into her. He could feel her wetness and warmth. One more quick thrust and he was inside her. Traci put her hands behind Tom's neck and hit him repeatedly.
"No, no," she breathed hoarsley.
Tom began fucking her more vigorously and Traci spread her legs involuntarily. The bed rocked with his movement. Judy was squirming under the boys oral attacks on her breasts, which swayed in rhythm with Tom's motion. Quickly, the boy positioned himself and drove his huge cock into her cunt. Judy moaned and arched her back. The boy plunged into her again, and she fell to the bed.
Traci was now gripping the back of Tom's neck with her fingers. Her long nails left red marks wherever they made contact with his tan skin. Tom reached down and pulled her legs up and placed them by his hips. Traci wrapped them around him, feeling just enough of the pleasure of his cock in her to want more. He obliged by ramming into her repeatedly, his balls slapping against her ass.
The boy next to them had, likewise, lifted Judy's knees and was penetrating her at a rapid rate. When he paused to lay on top of her while completely buried in her cunt, Judy pushed her hips upward and back to the bed attempting to continue the fuck session. The boy eventually started to pump her again, grunting loundly with each thrust.
Traci had moved her hand between herself and Tom and was playing with her clit. Within minutes, she was moaning more loudly. Her face showed the strain as she fought between repulsion and pending orgasm.
"Aaahhhhh, yes. Oooohhhhhhhh," Traci cried out.
She bit her lower lip and screamed again as her back arched off the bed. Tom placed his hands under her ass and pulled her up farther. He pounded into her and she clasped her hands behind his neck, trying to hang on.
"oh, oh, umh, ummmmm," signalled the beginning of her orgasm. In her mind she was screaming, but those in the room simply heard the moans of a woman releasing entirely. Her body shook with each surge of her orgasm, causing Tom to climax as well. He grunted even louder than Traci, driving his cock deep inside her. Long, white shots of his cum entered her womb. Over and over he shoved her down onto the bed, plunging his cock and his sperm into her.
The combined noise and rocking next to him caused the boy to erupt. He pulled out of her and stroked himself. The first string of cum reached her neck. The second spurt landed on her right breast, trailing a line of cum over her nipple and down her stomach. Three more shots landed on her breasts and stomach.
Tom and Traci both were collapsed on the bed, his limp cock laying on her thigh.
When the boy was finished coating Judy's front side with his cum, he stepped off the bed and was replaced by Linda. She immediately buried her face in Judy's pussy. Pushing Judy's legs farther apart, Linda began licking from Judy's cunt to her clit. Several more strokes over the clit caused Judy to stiffen her legs and shriek, "Oh, yes, there...there. That's it."
She pulled violently against her restraints and yelled again as she began to cum. Linda pressed harder against Judy, putting her entire mouth over the clit and sucking hard. Her tongue worked it feverishly as Judy experienced a body numbing orgasm. Joices flowed from her cunt as she gyrated in all directions around Linda's mouth. She began humping Linda's face until the last of the orgasms left her limp. She jerked in response to Linda's continued licking, but she was spent.
The women would wake up later, each covered in thick, white cum. Neither would remember the evening. Both would consider returning.
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Most of you will never know me. I am the faceless one, the "everyday Joe" you pass on the sidewalk every morning, the nondescript neighbor that you feel obligated to wave to whenever our cars pass. Five minutes after an encounter with me, I'd be willing to bet good money that you can't remember a single distinguishable feature about me.
That is how I like things; you see, in my line of work, if you're remembered then you are as good as caught. In layman's terms, I am called an "assassin", but really it's too crude of a word for what I do. My work is a subtle form of art, a talent. I take money from people just like you, and I remove the person that is your most bitter enemy, your obstacle, or even your loved ones. You'd be surprised at who's been on my client list......everyone from cherub-faced mothers to the rich and famous has sought out my services for one reason or another. And sometimes, just sometimes if the money is right, I even work for the insane.
The old man definitely fit in that category. From the time he arrived in my office, I pegged him for a loon. He arrived in the company of his grandson, who happened to be a prominent figure in the Yakuza, the Japanese Mafia that was establishing its roots slowly but surely in America. I'd done business with his grandson on many an occasion. The grandfather had seen eighty years unless I missed my mark, and I was rarely wrong. His eyes were piercing in his weathered face, and the snow-white hair of his head was a startling contrast to his tanned skin.
Even though I'm sure he'd lived in America for over thirty years, he still wore the traditional kimono of his native culture. He spoke no words of greeting, merely marched up to my desk and placed a manila folder before me. His grandson helped him take a seat while I opened up the file. The thing was crammed with photos: Polaroids, professional quality, and even printed photos from some computer webcam. They were all shots of one woman, obviously my client. I looked up to find the old one watching me intently. "Kitsune," he remarked, his voice still thick with an accent.
"Kitsune? That her name?" I asked.
"No, kitsune," the old man repeated, his burning gaze falling down to the pictures. "Japanese demon. Fox fire." His grandson placed a hand on his shoulder, speaking a few words in Japanese to comfort him, then looked at me. "What Grandfather means is that he believes this woman is one of the kitsune. You Americans call them werefoxes, I believe." I stared at them both, the old man in his ancient garb, the younger man in the Armani three-piece suit.......both faces mirrored the same deadly calm and serious. I raised my eyebrows, not really sure if this was some kind of stupid joke. "Werefoxes? You mean, howl-at-the-moon, turn-furry-once-a-month type?"
"The kitsune has been around in Japan since the ancient times," the young man replied stiffly. I could see how hard he was trying to contain his rage at my glib remarks. "My family was given the sacred honor of ridding the land of the demons over three hundred years ago, and it has been passed down from father to son since that time. My grandfather is the last of our family to receive the honor, but he is too old now to hunt the kitsune. That is why he seeks your help."
I thought about making another smart remark, but I decided against it. The last thing I needed was a Yakuza boss pissed off at me, and I needed the business they provided for me. The old man took my silence as acceptance of the job, and barked at his younger companion in fluent Japanese. The grandson stood, and placed two objects on the desk before me. One of them was an ancient kitana, the polished wooden hilt and sheath carefully wrapped in a black satin shroud. I noticed several Japanese characters burned into the sword's handle; the family name, more than likely. The second object was a black professional briefcase.
I opened it and tried not to gape. There had to be close to ten million dollars, from a quick glance, nearly three times the amount I was normally paid for a job. The old man caught my gaze again, and his face was as unreadable as some ancient statue. "Use the sword to kill the beast," he said. "Only the purest silver blade can stop her fire." He stood, and motioned to his grandson. They both bowed slightly at the waist to me, and I found myself automatically returning the politeness. They headed for the door without another word; I was too speechless to stop them from leaving. The grandson was the last to leave, pausing just a moment to give me one final warning.
"Don't let the kitsune bewitch you," he said sternly. "She will use her mind and body to try and stop you. You mustn't let her draw you in." Then they were gone, leaving my office as abruptly as they had arrived.
I stayed awake most of the night, looking at the sword and the money again and again. I didn't really buy their story; I figured that the old man must have had some run-in with her and just needed her offed. The sword deal, well, that wasn't all that unusual. Some of my clients paid me a lot more just to make sure their target was killed in a certain way or with a certain thing.....call it a "calling card" of sorts. But their devotion to the legend piqued my curiosity, and so the next day I turned to the library to find out about this "kitsune".
It turned out to be very old indeed. The people of ancient Japan believed that a person could be possessed with the spirit of a fox. The "fox demon" would then encourage the person to steal things, to play tricks on others, to do things not normally associated with human behavior. Over time, the fox would claim their body, and they would forever more be able to switch between human and fox form at will. I pulled the file from my briefcase, staring down at the photos of the woman that was accused of bearing this terrible demon. She was a stunning woman, and I didn't have to be Asian to see that she was definitely different from most Japanese women.
For starters, she was tall, nearly six feet in height. Her hair was long and black, and she wore it free of adornments or style. In several of the full length pictures, I could see that it almost reached the back of her knees, tumbling down her back like a satin waterfall. Her skin was another oddity; instead of the normal caramel color which he found so appealing on most Asian girls, she bore the flawless milky skin of a Southern belle. There was one photo that was a shot of her face, caught in a moment of laughter. Her lips were full and painted a light pink, and her smile was incredible. Her eyes, so light brown they were almost golden, sparkled with her humor. It was a waste to kill such a beautiful girl, but then again, ten million dollars gave me the motivation I needed to get over my lust. I shut the file, and headed home to begin tracing her.
Nasumi Michinoka. She wasn't hard to find. Most beautiful women aren't, for people notice them everywhere that they go. With some well-palmed hundreds and the aid of phone books and the like, I soon had her address. She lived in a rural area of town, one of those pretty colonial-style homes that bordered on three acres of woodland. I camped just beyond her place, keeping a watch on her home through my surveillance gear. I wanted to get a layout of the house and its surroundings, so I could best plan my mode of attack. It didn't take long for Nasumi to return home; around six in the evening I watched her little red sports Miata pull into the driveway.
I didn't get a good glimpse of her when she made her way into the house, but I eventually was rewarded with a clear shot of her when I trained the high-powered binoculars on her bedroom window. The photos I'd studied weren't doing her justice, not compared to seeing her in the flesh. The contrast of her black tendrils of hair against that pale, smooth skin was more intoxicating than the sweetest wine. When you combined the slant of her luminous eyes and pretty mouth to the mix, it was a deadly combination. She left her blinds wide open while she changed into more comfortable clothes, and I watched as she began to strip. I couldn't look away now, not even if I had to.
Her nimble fingers undid the buttons on her blouse, shrugging the white silky material off of her shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. I feasted on the flatness of her pale stomach, and the way her tiny nipples strained against the lace of her bra as she reached around to undo the clasp behind her. The scrap of lacy fabric fell free, and her beautiful breasts sprang into view. The globes of her chest were small and high on her ribcage, the nipples a light pink and almost perfectly centered. Their erect nubs stood out like tiny pebbles, and there was a tiny freckle just beyond the pink ring of her left breast. I wondered if I could fit that entire mound in my mouth, including that little brown freckle.
Before her hands even made their way down to the button of her jeans, I was already growing hard in the confines of my own pants. The lower half she exposed more slowly, and she turned to the window, looking out over her land as she pulled the little metal zipper down. The jeans were tight, and she pulled them down over the slight swell of her hips, leaving only her pink-and-white striped cotton briefs covering her intimate areas. Nasumi seemed to take forever tugging the denim down over those long, long legs. Her thighs and calves were firm with muscle, and I wondered how tightly she would grip a man with those gorgeous limbs when she was hot and ready to be fucked.
I imagined it were me those powerful legs gripped tightly, pulling my cock deeper in her eager sex, a blush spreading across that pretty face as I made her moan. I snapped out of my fantasy, to find she'd already stepped out of her pants and was hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. My free hand went down and adjusted the erection straining my fly, unconsciously stroking myself through the cloth as Nasumi peeled down the underwear. I could just make out the shape of the lips of her pussy, crowned with a nest of glossy black curls that were neatly groomed in a perfect little triangle.
It had been a long time since I saw a woman with pubic hair, and I was surprised at how much it excited me more than a shaved pussy did. I could swear she looked at me then, straight out the window at the tree where I was watching her from. Her mouth curved up in a private smile, then she reached up and snapped the blinds closed. I shimmied out of the tree as best I could despite the massive hard-on I sported, then made my way back to the makeshift camp I'd created. It was a long time before my desires subsided enough for me to sleep.
That night, I dreamed of Nasumi. In my thoughts, she came to me, arriving at the mouth of my tent without warning and crawling inside. She was naked and smiling when she straddled me, and I was helpless to do anything more than twist my fists in the sleeping bag that I lay on. In the night, her skin seemed to reflect the moonlight like water, glowing the same shimmering white as a pearl. Her pale hands came down, pulled me up roughly to kiss her hungry mouth. Her lips were burning hot and divine, sucking on my tongue and mouth like no other lover ever had.
She only allowed me to feast on her mouth for so long before she pulled back, cupping her left breast in her palm and offering it to me. I sucked most of the tiny breast in my mouth, kneading and licking and sucking on the soft flesh. It glistened with my saliva when I pulled back, and I flicked my tongue over the erect bud until she was moaning softly. Nasumi tugged my hair, urging me over to indulge on her right breast, and as I treated it the same she reached between her thighs and yanked at my belt, freeing the catch on the buckle and fumbling with my zipper. Her hands plunged in the gaping hole, pulling out my fully erect cock, and my hips bucked up when I felt her smooth fist slide down over the engorged head and shaft.
"How can you kill me," she panted, and her accent was an aphrodisiac to my already-inflamed senses, "when you know this is what you want? I know you want to fuck me, I can see it in your eyes." Nasumi pushed me onto my back and smiled down at me, then got to a squat and changed positions so I was staring up at her firm ass and the dark pink slit of her sex. Her thighs and sex were smeared with her own juices, and I felt her breath tickle the knobby head of my dick when she spoke. "Lick me, suck me," she begged like a whore.
"Taste how much I want to fuck you, make me come." I felt her hand close over the base of my shaft, right where my balls joined, and then I felt her soft tongue, lapping at the salty clear fluid that was already gathered on the swollen tip of my cock. She cleaned it, her tongue dipping playfully in the small slit where the lubrication was gathered, before her wet mouth closed down. I'd never felt such heat, not the way it was when her lips slid down over the rim of the head and down to where her fingers lay. It was like the first time I'd ever had sex with a girl, as good as the tight, hot pussy of a high-school slut.
I was paralyzed for a moment with the sheer pleasure, as she made her way up again only to remover her hand and deep-throat me to my balls. I grabbed her hips and pulled them down, my tongue lapping at the dampened crease in her thighs, working in towards that overflowing flower in the center. When my lips first traced that eager, quivering slit, Nasumi let out a low moan in her throat. I wanted to take my time, but she refused me, working my dick faster and grinding back on my face. She practically drowned me, her hot liquids coating my chin and cheeks as I tongue-fucked her. Her pussy was tight, as I'd expected, and I almost exploded in her mouth when I felt her squeeze her inner muscles around my tongue, milking it like a little cock.
She was panting low in her throat, little moans that increased as she worked her throat and mouth over my hard member, and she pulled back to jack me off with her hand for a moment while she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, rolling it around before she claimed the second one. I wasn't going to last much longer, and I ran my tongue off of her sex and up to her little puckered anus, tonguing the tight brown hole with little flicks of my tongue. I used my right hand on her pussy at the same time, sliding my index and middle finger inside her, pistoning them back and forth in the tight sheath.
Nasumi pulled free of my cock with a cry, and she reached back and parted the cheeks of her bottom with her hands, nails digging into the milky flesh. She squealed something in Japanese, and then she came, bucking against me while her body exploded into a torrent of uncontrollable contractions. She rode her orgasm to the fullest, and then when she was done she looked back at me and smiled. "I'm waiting," she purred. "I know you'll make the right choice." Then her hot lips closed around me again, and I was pumping her face eagerly, feeling the churning start and the pleasure shocks overtaking me. I shot load after load into her moist mouth, the strongest orgasm I'd ever had, shouting out with my triumph. The sweet, white-hot ecstasy was enough to wake me from my sleep, and I awoke to find myself naked and alone in my tent, and my stomach and thighs coated in my own milk-white release. My whole body still quivering, I cleaned myself as best I could.
The next day, all I could think about was Nasumi and the dream. The experience had left me drained and vulnerable; never before had I ever let lust get in the way of business. I knew I had to either kill her tonight or she'd haunt my mind each and every night until I did. I watched her home all day, saw her leave for work and return eight hours later. Withdrawing the silver sword from my tent, I gave her an hour's time to get settled in for the night before I headed over to finish the job.
I had my lockpicks ready before I even got to the door, but was surprised to find the door was unlocked already. As silently as I could, I made my way inside and up the stairs towards the location of her bedroom. It wasn't hard to approach unnoticed, for every room but hers was bathed in darkness. I reached the door to her inner chambers, took my breath, and opened the door. Nasumi was there, and to my surprise she didn't scream or run. In fact, she looked to have been waiting on me. The room was lit only by candles, which covered the dresser, nighttable, and bookshelf. She was as naked as she had been in my dream, lying across the white satin sheets of her bed, staring up at me with her liquid eyes.
"So you're finally here," she murmured, and smiled when I drew the sword from its wooden casing, the blade shining cold in the candlelight. My hands were trembling, the sword tip wavering to and fro.
"The old man's sword, I presume?" She asked, and I nodded slightly. "Silver, then. Silver to pierce the breast of a kitsune." She laughed sharply, and got to her hands and knees, crawling towards me over the covers. "Tell me, will you be able to shove that blade into my heart, split me in two? All for ten million and the will of an old fool?" She cupped her perfect breasts in her hands, her fingers curling together in the center, right where I could push the blade into her like a knife through butter.
"A...Are you really a werefox?" I rasped, as she stood and started walking towards me. The closer she got, the more my will to kill her washed away. Nasumi reached out and touched the tip of the glimmering silver blade, running her delicate fingers over the cold metal.
She smiled again, this time sarcastically. "I am kitsune," she corrected. "Calling me werefox is like calling you a thug, it is a crude name. A kitsune does not need the moon to change, nor are they some great, slobbering, murderous beast. A kitsune is a beautiful strong fox, wise and cunning. I was possessed with my fox when I was twenty years old. I have now been alive for five hundred years, and will live for eternity as a youth of twenty. I do not harm people if I do not have to. I take things from those who are rich and unworthy, like the old man who hired you."
She smiled, pushing the blade aside and approaching me. "I keep those things for myself or give them to the ones in need, if the mood strikes me. I am not evil. But the so-called 'honorable' men like the one that you work for, they killed my people. Once the kitsune were plentiful, now I am the last. I left Japan and came to America, because there are not many here who would threaten me. Once the old man is dead, the kitsune will flourish." She reached my side, and touched my trembling chest, running her arms up to circle around my shoulders. "And I suppose I should thank the old fool, he has sent me the perfect mate."
"What?"
"If I make you a kitsune, we would repopulate the world with our kind. You are the man I need.....you run in the night, you know how to blend in so to be unnoticed. You are strong, and you are not afraid to kill when you need to. A perfect mate, a perfect father for our children." Nasumi's golden eyes glittered with hope. "So you must choose. Kill me, and take the ten million the man has offered you. Or come with me, and I'll make sure you never want for anything again, and we shall be together in eternity." A long silence filled the room around us, but there really was no choice. I dropped the sword and gathered her in my arms, taking her with me to the floor in one swift motion. My dream was nothing compared to reality, as she tore at my clothing, freeing me from the confines of human restrictions. She rolled, pinning me beneath her, and I dug my fingers into her hips roughly as I slid within her depths, hard and ready. We fucked fast and furious, our groans mingling in the room.
She was so warm, burning me alive, bouncing on my cock like she was riding a horse. I watched her breasts jiggle up and down with every thrust, saw the muscles in her tight thighs ripple, heard the slap of her flesh coming down on my own. I brought one hand around, digging into the curls above her sex, finding the marble of her clit and rubbing it in rapid circles. Nasumi reached back and gripped my balls in her hand, making sure I was going to reach the end as quickly as she was. When she came, she jammed herself down on my hard manhood as hard as she could, and I felt every muscle spasm drawing me deeper and fuller into her tight wet sex.
Her pussy milking me was too much, and I held her in place, my hips lifting her off the floor as I emptied myself in her in four long gushes, filling her to the point where her sex dripped with my seed. We collapsed to the floor together, but only long enough to recover. For the rest of the night, I took her again and again, in every way I could think of and a few more that I'd never seen but she wanted. When dawn arose, it found us unconscious in each other's arms, the sword forgotten on the bedroom floor.
Like I said before, most of you will never know me. I run with a different pack now. After an incredible night of lovemaking, Nasumi shared with me a sip of her blood, from a pricked finger. It was enough to make me kitsune as well, to make me leave my human heritage behind. Tomorrow night, we go to visit the old man who hired me to kill her. I'm planning on leaving the silver sword of his family lineage jammed into his chest so hard, they may not be able to remove it. That will be the end of the hunts, the deaths.....and a beginning for us, for the children I may have already planted in Nasumi's fertile womb.
I don't regret my decision, leaving mankind behind. I used to burn with the fires of human ambition and greed, willing to do almost anything for the money. Now I burn with a new fire, fox fire. And if you're not careful, it just may consume you as well.
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