A Single Act of Selflessness - Volume 1

Preface

All over the interwebs nowadays you can find crazy assed women “Choosing the Bear”.

It’s too bad they are so mentally deficient and lacking in intelligence, the world needs more smart women to survive.

Perhaps men need the ability to make sure they don’t make bad choices.

* * * * * * * *

The pain returned with a vengeance, and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to silence a scream.

When I opened my eyes and looked over to ask him for help, he was gone.

Not that I cared at the moment. I could hardly breathe again, and my head was splitting and pounding.

The machines had started beeping wildly, and I was in pure agony.

Several nurses rushed in. And then things REALLY got busy...

I blacked out again.

The next thing I knew, I was kinda 'floating' above my bed and watching the proceedings as they furiously worked on me.

It was actually kinda interesting, in a macabre way. And at the same time pretty unsettling and gruesome due to all my injuries that I had not been able to see before.

A very pretty little Alaskan Native nurse was compressing my chest and talking to me. Begging me to hang on and wake up. Encouraging me to stay with her.

They all worked furiously.

After a few minutes the lady doctor tapped the nurse on the shoulder and shook her head.

The nurse slowed and then stopped her efforts, almost hesitantly, like she really didn’t want to. She stepped back and looked to the ceiling with closed eyes. There were tears flowing down her face.

There was a flash of bright light…

...Then my world changed.

For the better?

We shall see.

Chapter 1

I remember the day well. It was July 14th, 2024.

The sunny Alaskan day was breezy and 72 degrees, and I was enjoying myself just riding around the countryside and taking in the beauty of this part of the State.  

It was my Second time being in our largest State... technically... so I was pretty stoked.

At 59, I wasn't in the best shape, or health, and this trip was a 'bucket list' for me.

My name is Joseph White... 'Joey' to those who know me even slightly well... and I'm from a little college town in Mississippi.

I call myself 'semi-retired'. But all that means is that I only have Social Insecurity to rely on if and when I am able to fully retire. So I guess my long term plan is to work at least part time for a while… Likely as not, right up until noon on the day of my funeral.

I had currently taken my Two-weeks paid vacation from my Security Supervisor job, used my soon-expiring air miles from a previous job, and flown up here to Alaska for Ten days of exciting and glorious R&R.

Soothing time away from the ‘Twenty-somethings’ who didn't show up for work when hired, made lame excuses for being late every other shift, and all the lowlife scumbags who steal anything that's not nailed down. And of course the people who ALWAYS thought that we didn't have the right or authority to stop them from doing it.

But the thing that I believe I was looking forward to the most, perhaps, was being able to actually sleep for more than Four hours a day on Five days out of the Seven.

(If anyone ever asks you to take a job as as supervisor… RUN! It’s nothing but stress and numerous uncompensated hours of work.)

My last trip to the Alaska was in 1998, and was decidedly lackluster.

I was a truck driver, delivering oilfield equipment at the time. My boss and I boarded a 'barge' in Seattle, with our trucks and trailers, on a Tuesday morning. We drove off onto an Alaskan port dock on Thursday morning, dropped the trailers, and drove right back onto the barge.

We were back in Seattle by the wee hours of Saturday morning.

Not a remarkable visit, but enough to ‘technically’ cross Alaska off my 'visited States' bucket list… Leaving only Hawaii.

My only regret was that on this current trip I had opted to not endure all the TSA hassle, and had left my sidearm at home.

For this trip, I'd have LOVED to have my Ruger .454 Casull on my hip, since I was exploring a lot of the 'back country' alone.

But my reasoning was less about legalities, as Alaska was still seemingly immune to the current political influences of the raving lunatics who were in charge for the past 4 years. My decision was based on the reality that my carry on ‘backpack’ was stuffed to the gills with ‘allowable’ items, and my Two checked bags were both already 49 pounds each with just the clothing and essential gear that I needed for my adventure.

So I left out the additional 10 pounds of armament, ammo, and accessories.
A mistake that would bite me later. Literally.

The violation of my 'always armed rule', would prove to be the worst mistake of my life… Or maybe it was perhaps the best.

* * * * * * * *

Five days into my adventure I had stopped at a small park near a little river where other visitors and tour buses frequented so everyone could take pictures of the numerous big brown bears catching fish and such.

It got pretty busy on some days, especially when the bugs and mosquitoes were light.

Unfortunately, this was one of those days.

People were EVERYWHERE. Cars, trucks, buses, bicycles, motorcycles... and BEARS.

Lots and LOTS of bears.

I wheeled my rented Honda 750 Shadow Aero into the lot, and actually got a parking spot very close to the long wood and metal foot bridge that spanned the river.

As I shut down the engine and sat there a moment just taking in the view of the river, I noticed a VERY large bear walking up the path on the other side of the river, toward the other end of the bridge.

A quick scan of the bridge revealed that about Eight grownup couples, a couple teen boys, and a lone small girl of about 8 or 10 years old were all standing along the rails. They were taking pictures and watching the river scenery intently.

I thought, “Surely the bear won't try to cross the bridge.”

I was WRONG.

It kept right on walking. Passing several people on the opposite end who were smart enough to just hug the rail and remain stone still, so they were 'almost' ignored completely.

As the bear came within 25 yards or so of the little girl, who was within 20 feet of 'my' end, I was already off the bike and moving cautiously and swiftly toward where the little girl was now standing.

My intent was to perhaps move to the rocky river bank below and pull her over the railing, if I could This wasn’t a bad idea since the bridge was still low to the ground and over solid and level earth at that point.

“Kirsten! Be still! Just freeze and don't move baby!” Her mother (I assume) was yelling.

I was fighting with the 'rented' helmet chin strap as I moved that direction, since mine had a quick release and I wasn't used to not having it. I was losing that battle, so I just left it on.

I had made it almost to the end of the bridge when the smirking, illiterate, moron acted. He was about 18-years-old.

He elbowed his equally idiotic friend… Then nodded toward the bear.

I thought, ‘Oh my god... No!!!’ as the events quickly unfolded, but passed in slow motion to me.

I screamed “NO!” at him, but the idiot friend didn’t hear me. He just kinda stepped forward and SLAPPED the bear on the rump as it walked past.

Quick as a flash, the bear whirled and swiped a huge paw through the air, knocking ‘Moron’ over the railing.

His buddy, ‘Idiot’, just jumped off the bridge on his own.

Now enraged, scared, or both, the bear made a bee line for the little girl, who was now squealing and running for my end of the bridge.

I summoned all my energy, got my old muscles and bones in motion, and ran toward the girl. Hoping to beat the bruin.

I got to her first, but I realized that I couldn’t snatch her and outrun the animal. Instead I just blew by her (figuratively) and kept running for the couple yards (at most) straight int the bear.

I was yelling like crazy and waving my arms over my head.

The bruin wasn’t scared by my feeble efforts, and didn’t even pause.

It was like, in my best imagined comparison, being hit by a speeding dump truck.

All the air whooshed out of my lungs as he collided with me, and I was flung backwards.

The next few minutes were a foggy blur.

I remember flashes of brown fur, the white ‘lightning’ in my brain caused by the impulses of searing pain, and the crunching sound that my ribs and whatever other bones made as the bear pounced and then bounced on my chest. I remember him slashing at me with those giant claws, and biting at me with his huge teeth.

And oddly, in the midst of it all, I noted the contrast between the pink tissues on the inside of his mouth and the shiny black of it's lips… just as he chomped down on my head.

It almost looked like he was wearing black lipstick. Like one of those little black-clad emo goth sluts you see moping around at the mall or in china-mart.

I also took note of those teeth. Almost as thick and long as my finger.

The bears' front paw landed another blow to my right shoulder and I felt and heard the pop of some bone or another breaking. And he again bit down on my head… or actually the helmet.

It's massive jaws encircled my head across my face, and cracked my full faced DOT approved helmet like a raw egg.

My screams were silenced by the inside of his mouth, the lack of air, and by the intense pain shooting through my head.

Everything went black.

My next flash of memory was of a very brief moment of lucidity while riding in the back of a speeding Ambulance.

The Cardiac Monitor was beeping. Sirens were blaring. The sound of the engine’s turbo-diesel engine wound up tightly.

The Medic was frantically doing something to me and shouting “More Diesel! We need more diesel!” to his partner in front.

(‘More Diesel’ means 'hurry the fuck up and get us to the ER'…  in EMS speak)

Everything went black again as we careened down the road.

Next thing I remember was waking up and seeing the long fluorescent light tubes set into the white ceiling tiles. There were lots of nurses and other people pulling at me, poking and prodding, and cutting and peeling off all my clothes.

I remember thinking how embarrassing it was. I actually didn’t want them to see me like this, since I had been camping for the past Three days and hadn't showered.
I was about to try and say something, but one of them moved my Right arm and a shooting horrific pain preceded a scream and more blackness.

My next 'lucid' moment was who knows how long later.

I woke up alone, on the ER gurney. Monitors beeping and some sort of machine that I couldn’t see whirling and making noise.

Well, I wasn’t 'all' alone. A guy, who I assumed was an orderly, was there too. Sitting on a stool by my bed.

The drugs were evidently kick-ass, cause I could breathe a lot better and I felt zero pain.

“Betcha wish you hadn't gone all defensive lineman on that big ol’ bastard now, huh?” He asked me with a smile.

I asked him, “How's the little girl? Did she get away?”

And less concerned, “And the Two idiot guys?”

He laughed. “She’s just fine and dandy. She got to her mom and some other men yanked both of them into a huddle when the bear ran past them.”
He added, “One of the teen boys has a bruised arm and ribs, and a skinned knee. The other twisted his ankle when he jumped from the bridge.”

He looked at me a long moment. “Don’t worry, little Kirsten is great. Not a scratch.”

I nodded.

He grinned at me and said pointedly, “By the way… Huge karma points to you for being more concerned about her than about yourself right now.”

“She’s an innocent.” I replied simply.

“So how bad is the damage? Will I be able to get out of here soon? I gotta really long trip to get myself back home.”

He just shrugged like he didn't know.

“So,” He asked. Ignoring my question it seemed. “Why DID you do it? Charging a grizzly bear head-on to protect a child is pretty dang heroic stuff. Especially when it’s for some little girl you didn't even know.”

“Because it was the right thing to do.” I answered. “It's a man's duty to protect the weak and the innocent.”

He laughed and shook his head.

I asked him, “What? Is that really so strange a concept?”

“Yes it is.” He replied. “Especially in today's world. Most men would have just protected themselves. Stood back videoing the event with their cell phones.”

“By the way, several people did. You’re a social media sensation. The yoo-tube video went viral already. It has over 20 million views.”

“That isn’t me.” I said. “I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if she had got hurt and I hadn’t tried to save her.”

He seemed to ponder this information for a moment.

“So... No regrets? Even while you’re laying here in this condition?”

I snorted. “LOTS of regrets. A whole lifetime supply of them. But not the tiniest smidgen over protecting that little girl from the bear.” I told him honestly.

“Ah, yes.” He nodded. “Those always present lifetime regrets. Everyone with a conscience has them. But I always wondered if people would really do things any differently if they had the chance to change them.”  

He sat in silence for a few minutes. I tried to do a self-evaluation of my condition but was unable to actually feel much. ‘Damned drugs’ I thought.

He broke the silence and asked me a weird question. “What if you could? If you could go back, and maybe change things, would you really do it differently? I mean, so many people are real quick to say that they wouldn't change a thing. They say that their mistakes and failures are what made them the person they are today.”

“So I have to ask you. Would you actually WANT to go back and live your life differently? Perhaps avoid those mistakes?”

I laughed at his question. Conscious of the strange fact that it didn’t hurt to do so, and amused by the absurdity of my laughing at a time like this.

I answered the guy.

“Would I change my mistakes? Sure as shit. As many things as I could change... I can say that for a fact.”

“I got a LOT of stupidity that I'd choose to not repeat.”

He just stared at me. Seemingly studying me. His face unreadable and without emotion. It was actually a little unnerving.

I got kinda apologetic as I tried to explain. “Look buddy, I always tried to be a good person, at least a little bit. But I still managed to go through a lot of people's lives like a tornado through a trailer park. Sometimes it wasn't at all pretty.”

He smiled, stood up, and took hold of my hand. “Not judging. Everyone makes mistakes. It’s called being human. And being stupid at times is normal.”

He cocked an eyebrow and asked, “How would that look? If you had the chance to go back and do it all over again, what sort of 'special requests' would you wish for? The things you’d want to have… to help you accomplish all the tasks?”

As an avid reader and fan of 'Do-Over' stories, usually of the erotic type, a long series of carefully thought out 'genie wishes' flashed through my mind.

'Seventeen again' (for a specific reason), ‘Certain abilities' (to make it easier), ‘Different body attributes’, Etc.. (You know. The 'usual' stuff.)

I immediately rolled my eyes at my silliness and the outlandishness of my ‘list’, and at the idea that a ‘Do-Over’ could even be possible.

He suddenly laughed loudly. Almost as if he had 'seen' or 'heard' my thoughts.

He said to me, “That's a pretty detailed list. But it’s not too far out of bounds. Some of it is possible.”

His statement shocked me.

I was about to ask him what was so funny, and how he knew what I was thinking, when he simply released my hand and stepped back.

The pain immediately returned, with a vengeance, and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to silence a scream that was about to escape me.

When I opened my eyes and looked over to ask him for help, he was gone.

Not that I cared at the moment. I could hardly breathe again, and my head was splitting and pounding.

The machines had started beeping wildly, and I was in pure agony.

Several nurses rushed in. And then things REALLY got busy...

I blacked out again.

The next thing I knew, I was kinda 'floating' above my bed and watching the proceedings as they furiously worked on me.

It was actually kinda interesting, in a macabre way. And at the same time pretty unsettling and gruesome due to all my injuries that I had not been able to see before.

A very pretty little Alaskan Native nurse was compressing my chest and talking to me. Begging me to hang on and wake up. Encouraging me to stay with her.

They all worked furiously.

After a few minutes the lady doctor tapped the nurse on the shoulder and shook her head.

The nurse slowed and then stopped her efforts, almost hesitantly, like she really didn’t want to. She stepped back and looked to the ceiling with closed eyes. There were tears flowing down her face.

There was a flash of bright light and next thing I knew I was in the waiting room. Kinda ‘floating’ at the top of a corner and looking down.

A woman was holding the little girl, little Kristen, who was holding a small stuffed bear and some balloons that said 'Get Well Soon' on them.

There was a nurse kneeling beside the chair holding her little hand, speaking to her.

She seemed devastated. Evidently from hearing about me. And she was crying.

I tried to go to her so I could hug her and tell her it was all going to be alright. I wanted to let her know that it wasn’t her fault, and that I was just happy that she was safe and wasn’t hurt. But I couldn’t.

As hard as I tried, my ‘body’ just hung there at ceiling level.

… And then things went black, yet again.

Chapter 2

I came awake. I could have sworn I heard the shuffling of my grandmothers' slippers on the hardwood floor in our old hallway. And the popping of the parquet wood flooring under each of her steps.

It was a sound that I hadn't heard in over 35 years, but one I would also will never be able to forget... or misidentify.

‘This dream is VERY vivid’, I thought to myself.

I opened my eyes and even 'saw' that I was laying in what had been my grandfathers' antique 4-poster bed. The one that I had slept in from his death until I left home at 19.
I even saw my 9 point ‘first deer’ mount hanging on the wall.

I closed my eyes and turned over. I could actually feel the old soft cotton mattress under me.

I opened my eyes, and there were the metal shelves beside the bed. With my stereo, books, and other odd items. Even my old 'flip-number' alarm clock/radio was there.

It read 7:15am.

The knock on the hollow core bedroom door was a complete shock, as was her voice.

“Joey? You need to get up. We gotta be at the church at Nine. We don't want to be late.”

“I'm Up.” I said loudly. Mostly out of long learned habit or ‘muscle memory’.

But in reality I was still laying there, baffled. This dream seemed so real.

I closed my eyes and opened them. Nope, still the same scene.

I finally decided to just go with the flow and enjoy this dreamland walk back through time.

I rolled to sit on the side of the bed. Figuring this would wake me from this weird dream.
It didn’t.

Looking around, I saw all the other trappings of my youth. My Bass guitar and amplifier, and my acoustic guitar. The gun rack that held my .22 rifle, a 16ga double-barreled shotgun, and my grandfather’s 12ga Remington ‘Wingmaster’ pump shotgun.

The open closet full of various clothing items, shoes, and boots.
And a pile of books and outdoor magazines on an antique rocker, I winced as I remembered that I had stupidly sold that chair many years ago.

I glanced left and saw my reflection in the dresser mirror.

Young. Very young. Maybe 17-years-old?

I gasped. Could it be? Was this maybe not a dream?

On the dresser was my wallet and pocket fodder. And my wristwatch… one of those Armitron digital jobs that were all the rage at the time.

I rose and walked to my dresser, picked up the watch, and was amazed at how real this all seemed to be.

Checking the watch, it did indeed say 7:25am. And the date was May 23, 1982.

That would make me Seventeen-years and Nine months old.

“What the hell is going on?” I spoke quietly under my breath.

Immediately I heard the 'voice' in my head. It was familiar.

“Joseph White. You have been given an opportunity that exceeds all the normal expectations of anyone's lifetime. One that you EARNED by your selflessness and sacrifice to save another.”

“Who or what the fuck are you? How is this happening?” I asked. A little panicked.

“I am Jarel. You might wish to call me a ‘guardian angel’. But you’d be mistaken. I am much more, and much less, all at the same time.” The voice said.

“You may call me 'J' for short.”

“Why me?” I asked, wanting to run from the room or shout out loud for help, but unable to.

“And why am I not passing out from shock, or going ape-shit about all this?”

“Why you?” He laughed. “Simple. You gave your life to save another.”

“Greater love hath no man than to give up his own life for another. Much less a stranger.” The voice, 'J', said in my head.

I recognized the voice. It was the same as the 'orderly' in that Alaskan ER.

“What?” I said aloud. “That doesn't explain anything. What's going on? What's this all about? Are you saying I DIED?”

“Yes.” J said. “You died from your extensive injuries. A massive brain bleed, from having your head half chewed off by that bear.”

I wasn’t really surprised to hear that was the result, just kinda in awe that my expectations about the outcome of a life event had actually come to pass exactly as I expected… for once.

I was killed. Dead. And not surprised.

Go figure it would be my own demise that I was finally 100% right about.

J continued, “Your anxiety and emotions have been 'toned down'. Quite a bit. Just until you can process all these changes in your mind.”

“I still don’t understand.” I told him. “What is this all about? Why am I here? Now? In this time.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to let me survive my injuries?”

He added with what sounded like a flourish, “Your thoughts and memories of what you'd want to accomplish if you ever got what you called a 'Do-Over' were evaluated and deemed appropriate and acceptable.”

“Your ‘wish list’ of extra abilities were also evaluated, and found acceptable… for the most part.”

“Great.” I said. “A whole lifetime of mediocrity to repeat.”

Then what he said hit me.

“Did you say you gave me my Do-Over ‘wish list’? For real?”

“Yes” He said. “Almost every aspect, with a few small adjustments, have been granted.”

“You'll be 'different' this time around. That much is for sure.”

“But what you do with it, and how you use this gift, are the burning questions that are yet to be discovered.”

And then he laughed. Which made me VERY nervous.

Another knock.

“Joey, are you on the phone sweetie?” My grandmother asked. “We have to leave soon.”

“No mam. Just talking to myself.” I told her. “I'm fixin' to jump in the shower.” I answered.

“Okay.” She replied. And shuffled off down the hall toward the kitchen.

The voice said, “Yes. Good idea. Go ahead and get your shower, and I'll try to explain everything better. Make it all clear to you... if I can.”

“And just so you know, you don’t have to speak out loud to me. You can just ‘think’ to me and I will hear.”

“Good to know.” I thought to him.
“Testing. Testing.”

“I can hear you.” He said with a ‘tone’ in his reply.

I chuckled as I opened my bedroom door and walked to the bathroom. Locking the door I stripped off my shorts and the 'bikini' underwear that I always wore at that time in my life, then stepped to the toilet where I reached to grasp my manhood and take my morning piss.

It was at that moment that I got my first shock.

“That's NOT mine!” I exclaimed out loud.

J laughed. “It is now.” And then added, “You are going to find several changes you might appreciate.”

I fondled my halfway ‘piss-hard’ pecker as I tried to pee, which was noticeably larger than even my adult dick had been. I used my middle finger and thumb to encircle it at about mid-shaft and was unable to make the fingertips meet.
Wrapping both hands around it like a baseball bat or golf club, I still had almost another hands length sticking out.

“Well, this is probably going to be nice, but I hope any other changes are not so drastic.”

Just as my stream felt ready to begin the 'J' said, “While you wash, I will do my best to explain all the changes.

I lost ‘the urge’ as he spoke.

I thought to him, “Umm, can you like 'pop out' and give me a few minutes alone? Until I get my toilet duties over with at least? It's hard to 'go' when someone is talking to me.”

He laughed, “Just call on me when you're done.” And I could kinda feel him leave me.

I hefted my ‘new’ balls. They were much larger and heavier than before.

I finished doing my morning ritual. And after my bowels were emptied, I got more curious about my ‘new equipment’.

My balls were now the size of limes. I could only imagine how much being kicked in the crotch would hurt now. I also wondered about my sperm production, both how virile and how much.

I slowly stroked myself, and as it firmed I saw the almost empty toilet paper roll.

On a whim, I poked my dick into the tube. It was a really tight fit, even mostly soft.

When I had one end of the tube mashed into the curly pubes at the base, there was still at least the same amount of thick circumcised length poking out from the open end.
I massaged the large mushroomed head, which flared out from the shaft a good half inch all the way around, and I was soon hard. VERY hard.

It was at this point I panicked.

My new equipment was thicker than the cardboard tube. The tube was compressing and causing a good 1/4 inch of flesh to bulge out past the edges all around.

I was stuck.

Quickly, I unpeeled what was about Three feet of toilet paper, and tried to tear the cardboard. No luck.

I then peeled the spiraled layers away like a big spring, finally getting myself free of the tube.

‘Man’, I thought to myself. ‘That would have been embarrassing’.

“Yes it would have.” J said. Causing me to jump.

“Now, if you are through playing with yourself, can we get on with what we need to do?”

“I thought you said you were going away to give me some privacy?” I thought to him.

“I did. I was gone, and now I’m back.” He said

J’s voice continued to explain some things as I turned on the shower.

“As your thoughts and memories of what ‘abilities’ you’d want if you ever got a ‘Do-Over’ described, you now have some of what you wanted.”

“Like what?” I asked as I washed my hair.

“Well... let me give you the short list.” J said.

“You will still grow to your same former height of 5'6”, as your memory's preferences indicated you were okay with that for some odd reason. And you will now have perfect health. Immunity to all sickness and disease, no glasses, no allergies, perfect teeth, and perfect physical fitness.”

“You also have the ability to heal from any non-fatal wounds or injuries in an extremely accelerated manner. And this won't seem odd to anyone who may see it happen.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed.

Then I added defensively, “Look, I may be short, but I have never seen the need or had the true desire to be any taller. Not as an adult man. Height has nothing to do with manliness.” I told him.

“To continue,” He said with a sigh. “You can also alter your appearance by increasing your muscle tone and size, and alter the color and length of your hair. All as you desire. You can be a skin-headed skinny rail, or you can be a long-haired bodybuilder. BUT... caution and good judgment is strongly advised.”

“And nobody will notice any changes you make. They will remember you as always looking that way, or will just accept it as something they didn’t notice before.”

“You also now have the ability to increase your physical strength up to 10 times normal when you wish.”

“AGAIN... caution and good judgment is strongly advised.”

“Your mental acuity is now as high as humanly possible. You have total recall, with clarity, of anything you have ever seen, heard, or read. And it applies to anything you may yet see, read, or hear in the future.”

“And yes, this includes dexterity related things like musical and athletic abilities and talents.”

“So I can be the quarterback for my school, or for the Dallas Cowboys?” I asked.

“NO.” He said flatly. “You cannot. And I'll explain about that in a few minutes.”  

“I was dubious of this one, but it seems legitimate so it was also granted.” He said. “You can adjust your pheromones to attract and influence the way people, especially women, react to you.”

“They will be attracted to you physically and sexually. And people will trust you more.”

“And just so it doesn’t shock you, even MEN will be affected by this. Gay men for sure.”

“Love is in the air.” I said with a chuckle.

J just sighed.

“You already know about the 10” penis that you have now. And it will grow another Three-quarters of an inch between now and age 22.”

“As for it's features... You have the ability to attain and maintain an erection for as long as you wish, regardless of how many orgasms you have.”

(This had possibilities for sure.)

“As a bonus aid, anyone you 'present' your erection to will be strongly compelled and overly willing to ‘suck it’, as you put it. They will just go at it when you request.”

“And they will swallow your sperm without pause.”
“The sperm will have a distinct and naturally 'fruity' flavor that will make women enjoy and further desire tasting it. Men too.”

“Your ejaculations are now Six ounces. And, of course, you can deliver that full amount or even a smaller amount at any time you wish, just by thinking about it.”

“And anyone who ingests your sperm will become highly suggestible, with permanent retention of your implanted commands.”

I laughed again.
“Suck my dick and I can control your mind.” I said with a grin.

Then I had a thought, “So this means I can make Farrah Fawcett into my personal mind-controlled sex slave if I want to?”

He sighed, “Maybe so. But again... EXTREME caution and good judgment is STRONGLY advised.”

He continued, “And another bonus… anyone who ingests your sperm can also be imparted with improved health and mental ability, or physical changes to their bodies. Even permanently... if you so desire to give it to them.”

“Wow.” I said with a laugh, as I rinsed shampoo from my hair and body. “Suck my dick... It'll cure what ails you?”

“Pretty much.” J said flatly with a tone of exasperation. “But you must be concentrating on the desired attribute when you climax for it to work.”

“Cool.” I said.

Then I got a little cloudy. What if I wanted to change someone that I didn’t want slobbering on my pole?

“Serious question... Can I cum in something like ice cream or hot food and have it still work?”

“Yes.” J said. “You can 'slip it in' on someone that you really don't want to have slobbering on your trouser snake.”

“And would that also be permanent? Physically and/or mentally, if I so desire?”

“Yes.” J said.

Then he added, “And yes, it will work for things like Atrial Fibrillation, Leukemia, MS, congenital heart problems, epilepsy, AND mental disorders. All that you are already considering using it for.”

“It also will straighten out any hereditary problems that cause such things as diabetes, morbid obesity, arthritis, and senility.”

J then said, with some mirth in his voice for the first time, “You can also alter the body shape of anyone who ingests it.”

Obviously he was reading my mind as I though about a future girlfriend who only had A-cup tits and had hated them so bad she wore oversize tops and wouldn't let me mess with them at all. A few years later she tried to have augmentation and it failed miserably. She got a bad infection and almost died, and was disfigured horribly. She required a complete mastectomy.

I sobered a LOT at hearing all that he told me.

This was indeed a great gift. It would allow me to change the lives of so many people for the better.

As he had already found out, there were a good many of my own family and friends who had suffered and/or died needlessly on my original journey through life.

Now I had been granted the ability to change quite a few things.  

“Anything else I need to know?” I asked him seriously.

“Just the warnings.” He said. “And these are VERY important.”

“You cannot change your own future where it pertains to replacing another persons future to the detriment of them having a good or better life.”

“So, NO, you can't be the quarterback for any football teams, as that would displace the guy who actually earned that role and who has a future that depends on his existing in that role.”

“Same goes for high visibility jobs… or politics.”

“You cannot take the spouse or woman of another man if that alters the direction his or her future negatively as it pertains to his or her predetermined destiny.”

“That does not apply if it benefits him or her in the long run though.”

He added in a more tense voice, “And you must remember that you CAN die, just like everyone else. So no, you are NOT immortal. Be just as careful as you always were, and don't take stupid chances.”

He seemed to ponder a moment before adding, “And the most important thing... You cannot tell anyone, EVER, under any circumstances, about your abilities or how you got them… nor can you share things from their future or about your previous life.”

“THAT is a deal breaker. Violating this will result in you being reverted to your previous current state, and will also cause the reversal of all changes you have made in this timeline.”
“It will be as if you never came back at all.”

“You mean... I'll be dead in my grave... at 59… and anyone I have helped will be screwed again… or die?” I stated more than asked.

“Yes.” J said.  

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist, then walked to my room.

I closed the door and began to dress so I could take my grandmother to church.

“Are you going to be available to me?” I asked him.

“Yes.” He said. “All the time at first, then perhaps less as you show that you can handle this gift without causing too much turmoil. All you need do is think directly to me and I'll be here. In your mind.”

As I combed and styled my hair, I had a selfish thought.

“Is it against the rules to use my gift to get laid, or is it supposed to just be all for doing the goody-2-shoes stuff?” I asked him.

His laugh was almost loud enough to give me a headache.

“Figured you'd ask that one sooner. But yes, you can ‘get laid' as much as you'd like. But no pregnancies are allowed until you reach 18-years-old.”

“So you don’t wreak havoc, your sperm will only be able to impregnate a female when you really want it to.”  

“Just like in your previous life, you will be expected to, and will have to, support and be a proper father to any offspring.”

He added tersely, “There will be consequences if you try to go around sowing your seed willy-nilly.”

“No exceptions to that rule?” I asked. Thinking of an older friend at church whose 22-year-old wife was currently (at about this time in my life) having trouble conceiving. His sterility had caused them to almost divorce several times during my time knowing them, and had cost them tons of money at fertility doctors before they were able to finally get her pregnant. She was almost 40 by the time she finally 'caught', even with being medically inseminated.

(I was still not completely sure the child was actually his.)
I had seen her get emotional and cry on several occasions due to not being able to realize her dreams of being mother to ‘a house full of kids’ like she always wanted to be.

“That type of scenario MAY be allowed.” He said. “We will re-visit his problem later.”

He then added with a sarcastic tone of voice, “You do know that you COULD help HIM with HIS problem. You don't have to ‘lay’ with his wife and give her your own seed to help them.”

“Oh yeah.” I said. Immediately realizing my faux pas.

I kinda knew though that my thought process was somewhat directed by the fact that his wife looked a lot like the young Sandra Bullock, and that may have clouded my judgment and jaded my problem solving skills a little.

My Levi's 501's were just perfectly snug at the crotch and waist, but a little tight at the waist and less than ideally full in the seat. My new ‘package’ was outlined very nicely, and rode well right where I usually ‘dressed’ to the left.

I had decided to re-adopt my old preference of ‘going commando’ all the time and was sans skivvies.

I decided to try out my new abilities, and made my butt a little bit fuller and rounder. Not like a girl's butt, but more like the shape girls had always said they prefer a man’s butt to be.

And I leveled up the size and muscle tone in my thighs and calves as well. They now fit fairly snugly in my jeans as well.

Next I filled out my chest a little, then my biceps and arms. But not enough to be overly obnoxious to anyone who might look at me while wearing clothing. Not like a bodybuilder or anything.

My body musculature now resembled that of the actor who played ‘Captain America’ in the movie from my old timeline.

I added a couple shades darker to my already fairly nice tan. And made it all over my body.

The whole package was looking quite good, including ‘the package'.

I wasn't sure who all might look at me today, but I wanted to make a very good impression for whoever did.

I put on my PINK long sleeve shirt, with button down collar, and tucked it in. Then looked in the mirror.

“Geeze. I look like a Kansas City Faggot.” I mumbled to myself.

I changed my mind and decided to forego both the pink shirt and the currently popular 'sock tie'. No need to buy into the early 80’s version of the DE-masculinity movement.

I opted for a pale blue short sleeved dress shirt instead, with open collar.

I added just a little more fullness to my mustache. But not too much, as I was still only 17. And I lengthened my hair to a shoulder length “mullet” type style.

I liked what I saw now. And if the girls did too… I was going to get laid. Maybe even today.

Another knock at my door.

I opened it and saw my sweet little grandmother.

I stepped out and gave her a big hug. And I almost cried.

I had not seen her, especially this healthy, since 5 years before my own death.

She had died of a stroke due to blood clots, brought on by her untreated atrial fibrillation.

“We need to go pick up some chicken real quick after church lets out. Then get it back in time for the dinner.” She told me as she broke the hug. “We should have time to do that before they begin to start serving.”
It was the ‘church dinner’ day. After services we would all eat together and visit in the fellowship hall.

I agreed to her implied request, and I had an idea.

We locked the house up and walked to her car. I was almost surprised when she got into the passenger seat until I remembered, I was her regular driver.

Licensed since I was 14… A year earlier than most teens with a ‘hardship license’… I always drove her around. She had cataracts and was ‘legally blind’.

It was up to me to provide chauffeur services on demand. That was the primary reason for my existence during my teens it seemed. At times.

I was the original version of ‘Driving Miss Daisy’.

During the drive to the church, I sprang my idea on her.

“Since you'll be in the choir, and it will take you folks a little time to get the robes and stuff all put away, why don't I slip out just as soon as the service ends and go get the chicken by myself? That way I can be sure to get back before they start serving.”

“Maybe I can even get another person to ride with me.”

She agreed, knowing that I could go and come faster alone, and that someone could likely be enlisted to ride with me to hold the food.

She dug in her purse and handed me a $20 bill.  

What she didn't know was that I had hopes of my companion being the youngest daughter of the preacher. Too bad I didn’t remember that she would also be in the choir.

Before the service, I took the time to pay attention to the half dozen teen girls there. I increased my pheromones by 40 percent and mingled purposefully.

It seemed to be working. Maybe. They all acted more responsive and attentive to me.

I even made some ‘suave conversation’ with a couple of them. But my intended target was not in sight. She was already back in the choir room.

I also made a last minute change in plans and took a moment to ask my aunt Jackie if she would ride with me to get the chicken after the service.

She's my dad's next to youngest sister, and only 2 1/2 years older than me.

I had another aunt who was only 12y/o at this time, same age as my little brother.

That age relation might seem a little strange… but not really. Not if you grew up that way.

Jackie agreed. Likely just to be able to get away from everyone for a few minutes. But she also seemed much friendlier to me today. And more attentive than usual. She even sat beside me during the service, which never happened before.

(I had forgotten that I had increased the pheromones and hadn’t lowered them)

Jackie was normally pretty comfortable around me, and we always got along well.

But I had also noticed (back then) that she had recently (back then) become very noticeably unhappy. Maybe even depressed.

She was often sullen during that time, and had somehow managed to lose Six different jobs in less than one year.

I thought about her life a little, and some very unwholesome memories came to mind. I also had a few UN-family type thoughts about using her as a guinea pig to test my new abilities for a moment, but I dismissed them. Mainly because I figured she wouldn’t be happy with me doing that if it didn’t work right.

I also felt a little guilty for having such thoughts, right here in the church. Not for actually thinking it, but for ‘where’ I had thought about it. But I quickly dismissed that since I had done worse before. (or later)

It still kinda bummed me a little that it was Jackie who had chosen to sit by me, because I had hoped one of the teen girls would join me. That is… Right up until I noticed she was leaning into me, brushing her tit on my arm, and looking at me like I was a slice of Banana Cream pie.

I finally realized it was the pheromones causing her reactions, and thought it was a little funny that my own aunt was being affected this way.

I quickly returned them to normal.

Don’t get me wrong, Jackie is a fantastic looking chick and all, but still… she is my aunt. I’d be ruined in the family if I tried anything with her and they found out.

During the singing portion, I noticed it was much easier to hit all the notes perfectly on pitch. I also noticed, while watching the pianist, that I just 'knew' the notes and how to play them. Something I never was able to do before, and a big reason I gave up piano lessons.

The preacher's sermon was kind of a running dialog in the background for me. My mind was whirling with other concerns and ideas. And plans for after the service.

One idea in particular was going to tell me if I was now a schizophrenic or if I was actually endowed with special 'talents'. And it involved the preacher’s own daughter.

Surprisingly, I had full knowledge of what all he said anyway. I also remembered every piece of the correlating Biblical references and information to what he presented. And I recalled every previous sermon or teaching I had ever heard on the subject matter.

As soon as the final prayer was said, I grabbed Jackie and we hurried out to the parking lot.

I cranked the car and turned on the air conditioner, then as soon as she shut the door we were off.

Despite my earlier misgivings, I took more notice of her now. Forty years younger than the last time I had seen her.
I noted her long brown hair, her bra-less B-cup tits just barely making themselves known under her cotton sun dress. Her smooth, tanned, stocking free legs showing their outline under the thin material.

She saw me ‘looking her over’ and looked at me strangely.

“Like what you see?” She asked me with a playful and accusing tone. Just to let me know she had caught me ogling her.

“You could take a picture if you had a camera. It would last a lot longer you little perv.”

“Of course I do.” I told her. “Any red blooded male would like looking at you.”

“And if I had a camera, I might get into trouble for the kind of pictures I’d really want to take of you.”

“Why you little pre-vert. How dare you lust after your old auntie.” She said in mock shock.

We both laughed at her barb. It was normal for her and me to tease at each other like that.

She put on a fake air of superiority, batted her eyes, and raised her chin higher. “You’re right though, I am a stone cold fox. And you should be happy that I even lowered my standards enough to be seen out in public with a troll like you.”

“I wouldn’t normally even degrade myself by speaking to the likes of you. It’s a good thing you didn’t do such a good job of feeding my ego by lusting after my banging hot body all the time.”

We both laughed. Again, this was our normal banter.

Insults were compliments in the 1980’s, and we were experts at complimenting each other.

But this time I didn’t cut her back. I just grinned at her and answered her honestly, “Yeah. You’re right.”

“And to be honest, I do lust after your gorgeous and banging hot body sometimes. You make it really easy.”

“And yes, I do feel really lucky that my super hot sexy aunt actually likes me enough to be seen riding around town with a troll like me.”

She laughed and slapped my arm, “Oh shut up.” But her blush told me I’d hit a home run with the compliments.

She got kinda quiet, then asked, “So what’s up with you today? Talking to all the girls like you aren’t even one bit shy. And now openly perving and complimenting your ol’ auntie?”

“Are you the same Joey I have always known? Or are you some alien replacement?”

I just laughed slightly. “Could be that I am kinda different today. Might even be true that I am some kind of an alien now. Might be that I’m planning to probe you with something. Maybe even give you an implant.”

She turned slightly and actually smiled at me. Her pretty eyes studying my face questioningly.

“I mean it Joey. What’s your deal?”

I grinned and told her, “It’s not really that mysterious. You just look really nice today. Very pretty. Sexy even. And I think it’s totally okay for me to tell you so, since it is true. Aunt or not.”

“I get it. So now you want to try and tease me to get me back. That’s very slick. Too slick. More proof that something is wrong here.” She said with a laugh.

“I’m serious.” I told her.

She stopped laughing and just looked at me.

“Yes. That was me giving you real compliments. And yes, I meant it. Every word.”

“You’re a very beautiful girl Jackie, and you do look very nice today.”

“Oh stop it.” She giggled and slapped me on my upper arm. Then she pushed her fingers into my flesh on my upper arm.

“Wow.” She said as she fully grasped and squeezed my bicep. “Somebody has filled out and gotten some muscles. When did that happen?”

She squeezed and poked on several other parts of my shoulder and chest, then squeezed my chest where she could reach. “Wow. You’re pretty buff now. You’ve changed a lot. I’m impressed.”

“You have no idea.” I told her. “I have changed in several ways the last time we really saw each other.”

(40 years from now)

“I can tell.” She said. Kinda shocked. She squeezed my arm again.

“Want me to show you?” I asked her as I was pulling up to a stop sign. Thankfully it was devoid of any other traffic.

She laughed, and teased at me as she had always done. “Sure stud. Show me your big manly muscle.”

I know for a fact that she really only expected a quick bicep flex or something. And that the ‘manly muscle’ she was referring to wasn’t what I was going to show her.

While we had teased each other about sexual stuff in private since I turned 12 or 13, with jokes and other rude comments, there had never in my entire life been a single hint of any ‘inappropriate behavior’ between Jackie and me. Nothing any further than her normal teasing of me at times about my haircut or clothing or such.

At a concert last year, she had even refused to pass me the joint that was going around. She instead made her friend pass it to me, saying it wasn’t right for her to do it.

My next move would either confirm my new ‘abilities’, or cause me so much trouble I would never be able to fully get out of it.

I hoped my ‘powers’ were real.

“Okay.” I said. “Check out this manly muscle...” And I quickly pulled at my button fly. Opening my jeans all the way, and releasing my half hard dick to her gaze. It firmed to half staff immediately.

She stared at it as I stroked it with my left hand while I pulled away from the stop.

She reached over and gently wrapped the fingers of her left hand around it, and even licked her lips.

She quickly glanced around outside the car as I drove, almost as if she thought someone might see her hand in my lap. Then she began softly squeezing and stroking it, checking all around again before returning her gaze to the now fully hardened and throbbing shaft of meat.

I could almost feel her intense stare on my flesh.

Slowly she ran her fingers up to the tip and slowly squished and caressed the flaring head before she again stroked down the now fully rigid shaft to where it disappeared into my pubes.

“My god. It’s beautiful.” She said softly without breaking her gaze on it.

Knowing I could pop at will, if she went for the crazy idea, and that I could test out the mind control aspect on her if it actually worked, I figured I'd just go for broke.

And if this didn't work, I could always play off what I was about to say as a really bad attempt to be funny… and then beg her not to tell anyone I had said it.

I almost casually said to her, “If you really do like it that much, why don’t you lean over here and suck it for me? See if you can make me cum before we get to Popeye's.”

To my surprise, she fairly DOVE sideways and slurped down half the length.

Her head bobbed, her tongue swirled, and she moaned softly when I throbbed in reaction to her warm wet mouth.

Her suction was perfect. She was very, VERY, good at what she was doing to me. And she looked sexy as hell with 10 inches of thick dick sliding in and out her mouth.

I already knew she was a wanton slut. Even my dad made comments about how Jackie would likely fuck a fence post if it stood still long enough.

But here we were, Aunt and Nephew, and she was sucking the soul out of my dick as I drove down a city street. In the Sunday noon-time  broad daylight. It was surreal.

And without a doubt this was shaping up to be one of the most incredible blow-jobs I'd ever received… in EITHER life.

She sucked lower and lower down my shaft, finally deep throating all of me with only a little bit of difficulty.

I pressed her head down as the swollen head slipped in and out of her throat, marveling at the feel of whatever it was slipping over the head in there. And she allowed me to do it.

Within just a couple minutes, way before we got to the chicken place, I was ready to pop.

I stroked her shoulders firmly, and ran my hand down her back to her sexy ass.

A couple more blocks and we were getting close… The car closer to the Popeye’s, and me closer to cumming.

I squeezed her ass, digging my fingertips into the valley between her globes as I told her firmly, “Here it comes Jackie. Suck me baby. Swallow it all. Don't spill a drop.”

I concentrated on mind control, healing, good health, and increased mental acuity.

Although not originally planned, or the original test subject, this would be the first test of the added aspects of my sperm.

I tensed and exploded. I enjoyed the feelings immensely as my hips jerked upward and I throbbed and spurted into her mouth, again and again.
The first couple of shots almost felt like it did when I was pissing. Like a long steady flowing gush. Then I felt more spurts, much like my normal first shots were before.

The ejaculation was intense, and I was shooting what I could easily tell was a huge load.

She had backed off at the first spurt and now held just the head in her mouth, then she used her tongue to massage and stimulate me as she sucked and swallowed her way through my orgasm to the end.

She had almost choked at first as she tried to keep up, but she managed to get my whole load down without any spillage.

When I knew I was done, I gently pulled at her to sit up.
She leaned back against the passenger seat and door post, wiped her now puffy and reddened lips with the back of her Right hand, and swallowed a few more times. Her gaze still held my softening dick.

“Jesus Joey, you nearly drowned me. I never knew a guy could cum that much.” She finally said with a grin. “But hot damn, that was without a doubt the best tasting cum I’ve ever swallowed.”

She reached over and slowly squeezed and jacked me, milking another small glob out the tip. She pinched it off between her fingers, brought it to her lips, and looked into my eyes as she made a show of sensually sucking it off her fingers with a loud smack.

Then she giggled and said, “You make so much cum that I'm prolly gonna have to douche a dozen times whenever you squirt up inside me. Otherwise it'll be running down my legs and filling my shoes when I walk for a week.”

I grinned at her, “And just when do you suspect that am I supposedly going to be squirting you full of all this cum?”

“As soon as fucking possible.” She exclaimed quickly.

“Maybe later this afternoon?” She asked with a sexy little smile.

“I don't think I can wait very long to get this beautiful slab of meat into my hungry pussy.”

“I just gotta have it now that I know about it.”

I let her hold the wheel straight while I quickly tucked myself back in my pants and buttoned my fly. Just in time to slow and turn into the parking lot.

She was rubbing her cunt under her dress as I pulled in.

“Oh my,” I said to her as I watched her doing that for a moment. “Such a naughty Auntie I have. So horny and wanton.”

She just stared at me blankly, not reacting at all to what I said.

I was worried for a moment.

(“She's waiting for your instructions.” J said in my head.)

(“Oh yeah. I forgot.” I said to him.)

I decided to go 'light' on her for now.

“Jackie, you're now more than just my aunt. You're now my very own personal slut. At least whenever we can be alone together. You will act as normally around me as you ever have whenever we're in the presence of anyone else, but you will be my unbridled fuck slut whenever we are alone and safe from being caught.”

She nodded.

“You will tell nobody of our relationship. You will always love and adore me. And you'll not have any type of sex with anyone else. From now on. Unless I say you can.”

She nodded again and smiled.

I wanted to test her limits.

“Hey Jackie, pull up your dress and show me your wet pussy babe.” I commanded her.

She hiked her little dress and spread her legs. Then pulled her panties to the side, showing her wet and leaking 19 year old pussy to me.

I had pulled into a parking spot on the empty outer edge of the lot, where nobody else would normally park, so I pressed her further.

“Spread it open. I want to see all the way up inside.” I told her.
She turned slightly, widened her thighs, and used Two fingers on each hand. She inserted the fingers and used them to pull her cunt open. It was so open that I thought I might be able to insert my fist into her with ease.

Pussy juice flowed out in a small stream and down onto her asshole before soaking into her yellow cotton panties.

“Good.” I complimented her. “Now use that cunt juice as lube and finger your asshole for me.”

She did, but she winced as she stuck an inch of her index finger into the tight pucker and slowly worked it in and out slightly.

“C’mon babe. Get up in there. Finger fuck your asshole for me.” I told her.

She slowly inserted half her finger but winced even more as she did.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying.” She said to me as she labored to follow my request. “I’ve never done any butt stuff before. Ever.”

“It’s okay. You can stop.” I told her. Not fully believing she never had a dick in her ass before, but not wanting to push her.
She looked relieved until I added, “I’ll open that ass with my dick later.”

She looked at me wide eyed but I just gave her more instructions, “I want you to rub your clit and finger yourself while I run in and get the chicken.” I told her. “But don't let anyone see you.”

I got a mean idea, “And don't you dare cum until I'm back in the car and I tell you to do it.”

Then I got out and went inside.

(“J, how is her health?” I asked him.)

(“She is being cured of Two venereal diseases as we speak. Herpes and the Clap. Her congenital heart problem is also being corrected, and her very used and loose vagina is being restored to 'almost virgin’ status. She will be complete in a few hours.”)

(“VD?” I asked, alarmed.)

(“Yes.” He said. “She got exposed last week at a party where she had relations with Six different guys.”)

I felt kinda dejected. (“So she really is just an easy slut? My new abilities might not have really had anything to do with convincing her to suck me off?”)

(“Not true. She was affected greatly by your new abilities. She has a strong, if not strangely aligned, sense of morality in her. You are still her brother’s son, her family member. She considers incest a VERY taboo and forbidden act. She would have never felated you without your abilities. But you are kind of right. Her 'talent' is a well rehearsed and practiced skill that wells up from a genuine desire to perform the act. Often.”)

(“Oh. Okay”) I said.

The crew was faster than I had ever known them to be.
I got Two 20 piece boxes of chicken and a large TAB, paid, and got CHANGE back from the $20.

(and that’s what prices were like when money was still worth something)

Returning to the car, I set the chicken boxes in the back and climbed into the drivers seat.

She looked at me, a very desperate and frantic expression on her face. Her eyes literally begged as she roughly sawed three fingers into her sopping cunt, while furiously abusing her quite large and swollen clit with her other hand.

I closed my car door and looked into her eyes.
“Okay. Do it. Cum for me slut.” I told her.

She seized up and shook like an epileptic as she wailed and grunted so loudly that I was truly glad we had parked in the far spot. And that we had all the car windows rolled up.

I backed out and headed back toward the church as her convulsions continued, and she writhed and shuddered in her seat for several minutes as she continued to squeeze her labia and massage her pussy.

“Holy shit Joey.” She finally said as she calmed down enough to speak. “That was likely the best cum I have ever had from my own fingers.”

“Good sweetie. I'm really glad.” I told her, offering her a drink of my soda. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to help you get off, especially after you did me so good.”

“It’s okay, you can owe me.” She said. “But you can be damned sure I’m going to collect.”

I laughed at her confident insistence that we would definitely be fucking in the future.
I enjoyed watching her as she continued to absentmindedly rub her sloppy wet pussy for a few blocks, working the slippery cunt juices all over her labia, but finally told her, “You better clean up a little before we get back to the church.”

“How?” She asked.

“Wipe up as much of your cunt slime as possible and suck it off your fingers. Then use these.” As I handed her a wad of napkins.

She made a sexy show of gathering and sucking her pussy juices off her fingers as I drove back toward the church, then used the napkins to wipe herself dry. They were soaked when she was done.

I looked all around to make sure nobody was watching and leaned to her, then kissed her lips softly.

“Go on inside to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” I told her.

“And remember, from now on you are not to go near another guy. No fucking. No sucking. No hand jobs. No dates even. If you want man-meat, you have to come to me.”

She nodded, then took her soggy napkins and went inside to wash up in the bathroom.

I considered my little 'family experiment'. Jackie was compliant, but she was also a known party-girl and a wanton slut, so I needed more data for my experiment.

I left the car windows down to air out the pussy smell, and headed inside to the kitchen with the food.

The preachers' Two daughters were in the kitchen when I walked in.

Our preacher was a great guy. I really liked him.

He and his wife were never able to have kids of their own, so they had adopted the Two girls.

Barbie (yeah, like the doll) was now 18, by 1 month. She had graduated this May, and was attending summer classes at the local women’s college while waiting to hear from several Universities. She was also expecting a scholarship to a Christian college.

She stood 5'4” tall, weighed around 195 pounds, and had a very pretty face.

She had Brown hair, Blue eyes, and full pouty lips that I always thought I'd have had fun kissing.
But she was still a ‘little fat girl’.

Big ass with flaring hips to a smaller waist, a prominent belly, and great big ol’ titties. (now I knew enough that I could estimate they were likely E or F-cups)

She really was just as sweet as they come. A very nice girl, and very conservatively religious. She claimed her lack of dating didn't bother her because she was going to Bible college this fall and then intended to become a missionary.

First time through I didn't give her much notice, since she was what my generation considered 'fat', and I was a typical stupid teen boy.

But now that I had the knowledge of 40+ extra years behind me, and I knew that ‘little fat chicks’ can be a LOT of fun when you get them wound up, I saw past her weight and realized she was actually a pretty girl. And that she had a heavy undertone of sensuality to most of her actions.

I fully intended to fuck her into an orgasmic coma this time around, and completely ruin her for all other men.

Her sister (not by blood but by adoption) was Julie.

Almost a year younger than me, her 17th birthday coming up right after July 4th. She was to be a Senior in High school this year, but at a different school than mine. She went to the private Christian academy.

She had shorter curly black hair, brown eyes, and lightly freckled face. She was quiet, sweet, and just a living doll of a girl.

A genuine smile, with braces, that made you just feel good inside when you saw it.

I had actually spent some time with her on my first trip through. In fact, I fucked away her virginity inside this very church. In the nursery, during a Thursday evening cleanup session when we were both 17.

It dawned on me, this coming July was the magic date that we had ‘done it’ on my first trip through life.

She was 5'2” and very petite, maybe 100 pounds fully dressed for winter and soaking wet.

A-cup titties with nipples so sensitive she would cum just from me sucking on them. A flat belly with thin waist that I could almost reach the fingers both hands around and make them touch.

She had a tight little rounded ass that almost fit entirely in the palms of my hands. A very handy attribute when holding her pussy to my face.

And she had the most perfect little pussy, with thick 'burger bun' shaped lips and a protruding clit that was a delight to lick and suck on.

A really wild one once we had gotten past the first time, she had eagerly sucked my balls empty every time we got together and had a moment alone. A true fan of ‘doggy style’, she would bend over and actually beg me to fuck her silly from behind.

VERY orgasmic too. She came easily and often during our sex, sometimes in ‘rolling orgasms’ that seemed to go on and on and on, as long as I kept stimulating her. And she had a pussy 'grip' that would clench down and almost stop me from thrusting into her when she came.

In all honesty and reality, she was my first real and true love.

I had dreams of marrying that girl and loving her until the day I died.

But it wasn't to be. They moved to another church, 3 States away, Two months after we had gotten together.

I had missed her a lot for quite some time afterward. And I admit, the tears soaked my pillow for a time as well.

The worst part was that all my letters to her were returned to me, unopened and marked 'Undeliverable'.

That was a truly hard pill for me to swallow. We had connected just after my previous girlfriend had gone away for the summer and had also stopped calling or writing to me. So it was a ‘Two-in-a-row’ situation for me.

I had been heartbroken, then angry. And then I had shoved everything about ‘her and I’ into a dark partitioned space, locked away deep in the back of my memory where it couldn’t pop up and hurt me ever again.

FYI… That didn’t really work.

Today went as usual for these events.

Both girls were in the kitchen working on unwrapping the covered dishes and pairing them with serving spoons when I walked in.

I offered to help.

When Julie turned and our eyes met, my heart broke a little, and I melted inside.

But I made myself realize that this wasn’t the Julie who had promised to love and then left me. That hadn’t even happened yet.

And all those years of the hard feelings and pain, because she had just left me and never contacted me again, were swept into the abyss with that look. Only ‘SHE’ remained, and I knew without question that I would have her again. And I wouldn’t allow her to get away this time.

Falling easily into conversation, due to skills from my 'older' persona, I talked to them both easily.

I made lots of eye contact, smiled a lot, teased and kidded them, and made physical contact as often as possible.

Within minutes, I had Barbie looking at me with curiosity, and allowing me to press against her soft body when I reached for something.

Julie was now brushing herself into me at every opportunity.

I increased my pheromone level to 40%.

The effect was obvious and evident almost immediately. They both commented on my cologne smelling ‘really nice’ within 2 minutes.

I got to watch as Barbie's pupils dilated. Her nostrils flared a little more than normal on each intake of breath, and her thick nipples introduced themselves to me by protruding and becoming quite noticeable under her thin cotton dress. Even through her heavy duty bra.

She also began laying a hand on my arm or shoulder when she was speaking, sometimes lightly squeezing or rubbing softly.

Julie just tossed out all pretenses. She pressed her little tits into me whenever she could manage it. Her hard little nipples were flagrantly obvious and she was even literally grinding them against me and across my upper arms and body as we worked. At times so hard that I imagined those little titties were going to be bruised or at least sore tomorrow.

Several times she wrapped her arm around my lower abdomen from behind as she slid by behind me, then let her hand slide down across my crotch and onto my leg as she rubbed her body across my back and butt. Being sure to grope my dick as she did so.

I concentrated again, and returned my pheromones to normal. Then made sure to 'catch' each girl alone and give her a little hug and short kiss while the other one was carrying items out to the open dining area.

I stood in the kitchen and ate a plate of food while Julie and Barbie kept me company.

A couple of the other teen girls also came in there with us when they noticed we were mostly staying in there.

I spent time talking to each and all, but noticed that they were being given ‘girl signals’ by Barbie and Julie that their presence wasn’t as welcome as it seemed.

Soon it was again just us Three in the kitchen again.

Jackie made an appearance as well during the time all the other girls were there, and she didn’t seem exactly happy that I wasn’t as chummy with her as I was the other girls.

She got a little ‘catty’ with me about it as everyone left later.

I caught each of the sisters alone and gave them a toe curling sloppy kiss, with lots of ass squeezing, before we left the church that afternoon.
Jackie saw me kiss Julie. She wasn’t pleased.
This was my first clue that I needed to perfect my ‘instructions to women’ in the future, her in particular.

My grandmother and I went home.

Nothing else to do at this period in time. Almost everything was closed on Sundays.  

Instead of trying to go to a friends or somewhere, I used the time to hole up in my room and evaluate the happenings so far.

Chapter 3

“Hey J... you called yourself my ‘guardian angel’. Is that accurate?” I asked.

“Well, technically yes. But not like you have been taught in that church you attend. It's way more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

There was a pause, then he began, “Back when Lucifer and his followers fell, there was a little more to the situation than the short and sweet story you know about. It wasn't black and white at all.”

“Many of us believed they should have been destroyed completely instead of exiled, some believed they should have been granted forgiveness and not exiled at all, and others just didn't have any care either way.”

“And there were varying degrees between the extremes.”

“I was heavily toward the total destruction side of things myself.”

“Anyway, as explained in the Book of Enoch, there are many more of us 'Angels' than mankind can fathom. And we all have our jobs or purposes.”

“If I had to put it into simple terms, that normal humans can understand easily, I'd say it's like dogs. They are all canines, but the different breeds have different 'jobs' that they are bred or created to do, and each individual dog does his job in a different manner.”

“I get it.” I told him.

“So what is your 'job', exactly?”

He laughed.

“My job is to reward and look after the just and moral humans, create balance in the world by enabling them to achieve their purpose, and provide paths for humans to better yourselves and benefit your species.”

“And I occasionally do, for the select few, similar to what I have done for you.”

“And you think I'm moral? Even after what I did with my own aunt? And the preachers' daughters today? In the church?” I asked him

“You made no grave mistakes.” He said. “Your aunt is much better off not fornicating freely with every male she meets. And without the disease you helped her be rid of. The preachers' daughters will not suffer from your sexual activities. In fact, they also will be better off for the experience.”

“As for the venue… that place is just a building. The true ‘Church’ is the body of followers and believers collectively, not a physical structure.”

“The girls will be better off? How so?” I asked.

“That is not something I can share at this time.” He replied.

I took a long moment to think, then asked, “You told me that if I went too far that my efforts will fail. I don’t want to fail.”

“Instead of just letting me get 'caught by the short hairs', can I request that you forewarn me before I act in a detrimental way?”

“I mean, some things that I might want to try to do could potentially backfire with serious consequences if they fail.”

“That's not a bad plan. I see no reason that I should allow you to fail without fore-warning. Your request is granted.” He said.

“Thank you.” I told him. “For the gifts, and for allowing me the extra help.”

He didn’t respond.

After several minutes I decided to try on this new 'enhanced brain function' he had mentioned.

I sat at my desk and opened the “A” volume of my encyclopedias.

Something I appreciated as I read was the instant identification of any 'outdated' information I came across. Anything that had been later dis-proven or updated was immediately identified in my mind, and the 'correct' information was reinforced instead.

I was able to read and absorb the books with ease, and with surprising speed.

By 5:30pm, I had worked through the volumes all the way to the end of the ‘T-U’ volume.

I finally got up and went to freshen up a little before I had to start getting ready so we could leave for the evening church service.

At church that evening, I was surprised when Jackie showed up. She usually never attended on Sunday nights, or on Wednesdays. I was even more surprised when she again sat right beside me through the service.

I was happy, later, that nobody sat to either side of us where they could see us.

Barbie and Julie sat in the choir loft behind the pulpit, and gave me little flirty smiles and looks.

Jackie saw their antics and did some things that I knew were designed to distract my attention away from the sisters to her.

She rubbed my leg as we sat, and when we stood to sing she shared my hymnal and rubbed her tit on my arm.
During a prayer, and hidden behind the back of the pew in front of us, she placed her thumb on the back of the pew in front of me and caressed my balls and dick with her fingers the whole time.

After the service I talked with Barbie and Julie outside until the adults had finished their gossip session. I got an invite to come over to their house 'any time', several suggestions that we should ‘go to the mall or something', and a high pressure plea for me to come help them clean the church one Thursday evening.

I readily agreed and promised that I would do all of those things with them, in time. But I was especially eager to commit to helping out one Thursday night in the future. I agreed to that without reservation, and made sure they knew I was serious and to expect me.

I wasn’t going to miss repeating my previous experience. Julie was going to get her little pussy worn out in the nursery again, and much better than before. And if I could align the stars just right, Barbie was going to get her entire world rocked as well.

If I had only known at that moment what was going to actually happen, or had the slightest idea of what all I would discover, my plans would have been a lot different.

Out in the parking lot, Jackie cornered me and pulled me over between Two cars.

She seemed VERY upset.

“Why are you flirting with those Two little bitches? I thought WE were supposed to be an item now.” She said to me.

I quickly realized my error. I had not ‘programmed’ her correctly. But I was going to fix my mistakes, tonight.

“You're right Jackie. I’m very sorry sweetie. Why don't you come by the house when we leave here. We'll go somewhere alone, and I'll make it right with you.”

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to my side.

“I promise, I’ll make you feel better about everything.” I told her as I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her dress.

She smiled and her demeanor softened immediately.

Still standing to where a casual observer wouldn't recognize or think anything was going on, she reached to me and rubbed my thickening dick through the denim of my 501’s as she said to me, “That would be wonderful. Maybe we can work something else out as well.”

I agreed with a wink and we left.

On the way home, I told my grandmother that I was going to ride with Jackie over to mom and dads house to check on the dogs. My parents had Two pups that had been being taken care of by Jackie while they were out of town.

Mom and dad, and my younger brother, were visiting my dad’s older brother in New York until later this week.

Fifteen minutes after we got home, Jackie and I pulled out of the driveway in her car.

I inquired of J and he confirmed she was now free of disease. And that her 'rejuvenation' was also complete.

She drove us to my parents house and we parked in the driveway.

We climbed out of her Ford Galaxy 500 and were barely inside with the door locked when I had her kneel and suck me. Damn she was good at it too.

As she swallowed the last of my thick load, she hummed and licked her lips, and even rubbed her flat belly like she had just eaten a gourmet meal. She really was a sexy little thing.

“That was better than a strawberry shake. I just love the taste of your cum Joey.” She said, just before her eyes glazed.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her until her face was inches from mine and spoke to her forcefully. “Jackie, you will NOT act like you did at the church tonight. Ever again.”

“Your behavior was risky and unacceptable. And it was an abomination to the house of God.”

I released her hair and held her by her shoulders.

“I want you to understand fully that there is NO path for us to have ANY kind of openly public relationship. If anyone were to even suspect us, it would be a scandal beyond what the rest of the family could endure. If anyone ever finds out we’re sexually involved, it could result in severe social problems and jail for you. Maybe worse.”

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” She said sheepishly.

“Good.” I continued. “Then you will burn that into your brain and always do whatever it takes to conceal the true nature of our relationship.”

“Got it?”

“Yes.” She again said. She began to cry softly.

I recognized, or maybe J helped me realize, what she needed to hear.

I softened my tone and told her, “Jackie, I love you sweetie. I always have, and I always will. But that can only be as long as I am perceived as just your nephew.”

“We’re gonna fuck like minks, but we can’t be a couple.”

“You will always be able to count on me. I promise you that. And we will always be here for each other. But that is as far as it can ever go, as far as the rest of the world is concerned.”

“Really?” She asked, sounding more like a little girl than my older aunt.

“Yes sweetie. Really. I promise you.”
Those words must have been the right ones. She hugged me tightly and apologized for her actions earlier.

I broke the hug and sat on the couch. She sat on my lap facing me.

I had to finish this talk, so I avoided her kisses and made her look into my eyes. There wasn’t much I could do about her grinding her crotch into mine.

“As I said before, we will always be family and you’ll always have my love. But now we are also sharing much more than a normal aunt and nephew. I haven’t got any problem with that, as long as you realize this is just us filling a need for each other. Do you understand?”

She looked confused. “I’m not really sure. What do you mean?”

I told her bluntly, “I mean we cannot even hint at the appearance of being in any kind of sexual, romantic, or dating relationship. No way can we actually have a public dating or romantic relationship. That is never going to happen.”

She sagged a little but replied, “I know. And I understand completely. But we still get to fuck, right?”

I looked at her and asked her flatly, “Why are you such a slut Jackie? Tell me why you are this way. Why do you go out of your way to fuck anything with a dick?”

She looked down. “I don’t know. I guess it just makes me feel like someone loves me and cares about me.” She looked straight at me. “It makes me feel like I matter. I guess I just like the attention.”

She looked down at my chest and said in almost a whisper, “And I love sex. I’m horny all the time. If I can’t get fucked often enough, it drives me crazy.”

“I masturbate Eight or Ten times a day, every day, and it doesn’t make it any better. Sometimes I do it more frequently.”

“Even when I get some dick and get fucked, I still want to cum again soon afterward. And I have to masturbate like an hour later if the guy’s not there to do me again.”

“It’s been this way since before I got my first period.”

“When I was in school I would be so horny all the time that I couldn’t concentrate in class. The teachers thought I was just lazy, or maybe stupid, but it was impossible to read or do anything when all I wanted to do was get my fingers on my clit and have an orgasm.”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“I am a slut. A sex freak. And I’ll never have a normal relationship. Nobody wants to marry a perpetually horny slut… specially one who has fucked every dick she could find. No man will ever think he can trust me enough to marry me because I’m always wanting to fuck. 24/7.”

“That’s not true…” I started to tell her, but I realized I couldn’t reveal the future. Thankfully she cut me off.

“Yes it is.” She sniffled. “Everyone knows it too.”

“My own brother, your dad, told our mom that he thought I’d fuck a fence post if it stood still long enough. He didn’t know I was in the hallway and I could hear him, but he said it.”

“Do you know how much that hurt me when I heard him say that?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know why I’m this way, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

She paused for a few moments.

“I almost packed up and left town this morning. I was going to go to Nevada and be a whore in a whorehouse, where it’s legal.”

She laughed, but kinda sadly.

“I figured that at least I’d have a job I could hold down, be able to make a living, and I’d get what I need every day.”

“Only reason I didn’t leave is because I don’t have the gas money to make it that far.”

(“J, is this nymphomania?”) I asked him.

(“No.”) He replied. (“But it’s similar.”)

I asked him again. (“Don’t let me screw this up, but I’m going to try something.”)

I lifted her face up until she looked into my eyes.

“I’m going to help you Jackie. It will be okay. I promise.”

She hugged me and said into my ear, “I wish you could.”

Then she sat back up and asked, “So… We gonna fuck or what?”

“For sure.” I said to her.

I pushed her back and to her feet so we could get up, then led her to the room that mom called ‘my room’ in this house.

I opened my pants.

I had her kneel beside the bed and pulled her mouth to my dick as I sat on the side. She sucked eagerly, but I had an agenda so I squirted a dose of cum in her mouth almost immediately.

Holding her in place, I let her suck some more, then squirted her again.

I pushed her back and saw she had the blank look in her eyes.

I began my ‘programming’.

“From now on all of your sex will come from me and me alone. Nobody else.”

“Even though you are simply my sex partner and fuck buddy, I will be the one to provide ALL your sexual needs. You’ll get a LOT of my dick until we move on in life. I’m going to be like your ‘drug dealer’, if you prefer looking at it that way, and the drug I deal is DICK.”

I set out reinforcing the parameters I had originally set out for her.

“First we are going to get the rules straight. Right now.”

“While we are doing this, no matter how long it continues, whoever else I choose to spend time with, or even choose to fuck, is none of your concern.”

“You will always love me as a nephew, and as a lover, beyond all others. Forever.”

“We will always be close and we will always share ourselves sexually… when we can do so safely and not get discovered. And I will always love you and care about you.”

“You will NOT be, or act, jealous or possessive. You will work hard to maintain the illusion that we are merely an aunt and her favorite nephew when we are around or in front of anyone else.”

I continued.

“From this point forward, unless I say otherwise, your body is mine. Any time, any place, any way that I want you.”

“Now listen to this and never forget these instructions… From now on you will only be horny when you are in my presence and when we are safe from being found out if we decide to fuck.”

“You will only think about sex, and will only be horny, when I am physically with you. Or if I speak to you on the phone and tell you to be.”

“When I call you and tell you that I want you, you will make any excuse necessary and come meet me. Any time I call, and at any place that I designate. Without fail.”

“Whenever you would normally be horny or thinking of sex, now you will instead concentrate all that energy and effort on doing things that will make your future more successful from now on.”

“You will think of getting your life straight instead of your cunt filled. Except for when we are together and able to fuck.”

“From now on you will only be obsessed with finding something productive to do with your future, preparing yourself for what you intend to do with your future, and living in a way that will allow for the re-building your reputation so that you can succeed in life without the stigma of being known as the county’s biggest and easiest slut.”

“When I ask you something, anything, you will immediately tell me the accurate and complete truth. Always. You will never lie to me or hold back information. Even if someone told you to.” “And if someone tries to get you to hold something back or lie to me, you will report that to me immediately.”

“Do you understand what I have said?”

She nodded and smiled at me.

I had an idea, and after a short pause in case J wanted to chime in, I said to her, “You will always accept ANY and every girl or woman I choose to be with. And you will be completely happy for her. You will be friendly and supportive to them, and treat them as if your actions toward them determines how I will feel about you in return. Cause it does.”

“You will find self-satisfaction in seeing and/or knowing that I get pleasure from other girls. You will even introduce me to the 'best of the best' girls that you know. Not the party sluts, just the decent and fun girls.”

She nodded and smiled.  

“I know just the girls. Five of them. You'll love Cindy, she's not a party girl and she’s still a virgin.” She said. Eager to please. “You deserve a virgin, not just a slut like me. She’s a great girl too.”

“Sounds good. We can set it up later and you can let me know the details.” I told her.

“Right now I think it’s time we got naked so I can admire your smokin’ hot body.”

I stood then took her up into my arms. I lifted her dress over her head, leaving her in only her little blue cotton panties.

I kissed her hard, squeezing her left tit and pinching the nipple roughly. She moaned into my mouth and tried to suck on my tongue.

One hand gripping her ass, I slipped the other between her thighs. She readily shuffled her feet apart and spread them for me. Her crotch was already soaked and slimy with her juices and the panties were so wet they were hard to differentiate from her slick pussy lips.

I broke the kiss and stepped back, kicking off my shoes and shedding my jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head without unbuttoning it.

She licked her lips as she stared at my hard dick.

She squealed as I effortlessly picked her up and tossed her on the bed.

“Now, skin off those panties so I can fuck your little pussy.” I told her.

She kicked off her sandals and practically ripped off her soaked panties. She tossed them at the dresser and I heard an audible splat sound when they hit it.

I glanced over and almost laughed when I saw that they were stuck to the mirror like a spit-ball to a school blackboard.

I took in her body as I climbed up the bed between her legs. I thought, ‘Damn she truly is a sexy little thing.’

She welcomed my lips to her soft tits and rock hard nipples, pushing her tits at me and pulling my head to her chest.

I was surprised to find her nipples were as thick as my pinky finger and poked out a little more than a half inch long when I sucked them to full hardness.

I could feel her flat belly quivering against my chest as I sucked those hard nips. She writhed under me and rubbed her pussy against my stomach.

She rolled me over onto my back, climbed atop me, and straddled my upper thighs. Then she rubbed the swollen head of my dick against her hot slick pussy, coating it with her syrupy fluids.

With a hunch of her hips and a little downward thrust of her pelvis, she sank onto me. I felt the head pop through her now tight opening.

“Oh god. It feels like I'm being ripped open.” She gasped as she wiggled her hips and sank her incredibly tight ‘re-virginized’ pussy down my shaft to the halfway point. “It almost feels like I'm a virgin again.” She moaned in my ear.

“You are.” I told her. “Everything except the hymen has been renewed.”

“How is that possible?” She asked me. Shocked and surprised.

“Don’t worry about it. Just think of it as a part of your new life.” I told her.

I made a couple small humps upward into her, making her wince.

“Oh shit. Go easy.” She gasped.

“Might as well get used to it.” I told her. “You’re gonna be feeling this dick a lot from now on.” I told her seriously.

She squealed and then groaned as I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled downward as I thrust up into her, stopping when her clit was smashed into my pelvic bone.

I could feel the head smashed against her hard cervix and I flexed against it making her yelp and try to raise up. But I kept her fully impaled on me while I rotated my hips, stirring in her tight cunt.
She wiggled her hips a little, then more and more. Soon she was humping on me and breathing hard.

I turned her hips loose and grabbed her tits.
“Now, ride me. Fuck yourself on my hard dick. Open your little cunt on it. Ride me like the wanton cock loving slut we both know you are.”

She fucked me furiously, although she winced and her face showed pain for the first few minutes. But she was soon into her rhythm and riding me like the pro she had worked years to become. Fucking me, in every sense of the word. Hunching and bucking on my hard dick furiously.

I was impressed at her stamina and athletic ability. She rode me for almost an hour straight.

She came several times, then went into a long series of rolling orgasms, cumming almost steadily one after the other. At one point she was humping me about Ten times and then cumming, humping me about Ten times and then cumming, over and over.

Her cunt muscles massaged and gripped me inside of her deliciously when she came.

She was a wild woman, kissing me, biting my neck, shoving her tits and nipples into my mouth, and moaning my name loudly.

I sucked and bit her nipples when I could, leaving hickeys and teeth marks on her milk white tit flesh. I chewed roughly and sucked as hard as I could on her nipples, and she came even harder when I did that.

Finally, after almost an hour of using my ability to keep myself hard, I blasted my Fifth load of cum up her tight channel as she bucked and squealed her own climax.

The big flared head was already scraping and pulling our combined juices out of her tight snatch with each stroke, and my balls were literally swimming in the sloppy wet mess.

As I allowed myself to soften a little, she slowed to a stop and laid on my chest. She kept kissing my neck and chest, even licking and sucking my nipples. Something I surprisingly enjoyed immensely. Her cunt muscles still rippled and massaged me, though not as strongly as they had been doing while she was having orgasms.

I was almost ready to slip out of her when she pulled off me and crawled downward. She then licked and sucked my dick and balls clean of the massive mess created by my cum and her slimy cunt batter.

She then crawled up and laid on her back beside me and spread her legs wider than I had thought possible. With one leg over my upper thighs.

I watched as she scooped our combined fluids from her leaking pussy with her fingers as it flowed out, and slurped them up like a bear eating honey from a hollow log.

She made little happy satisfied mewls as she ate our fuck stew.

When she was satisfied with her snack, we went into the bathroom to clean up a little in the shower.

When we returned to ‘my’ room, she lifted her leg and placed her heel on the foot board of the bed, about 3 feet off the floor, and rubbed her pussy lips with the damp towel. There was still a little bit of my cum leaking out of her.

“My god, I was right. I’m gonna be leaking your cum for a week.” She said with a giggle.

“Just look at this.” She said as she flexed her abdominal muscles and I watched a ping-pong ball sized glob of my thick cum ooze from her very reddened cunt lips and drop into her hand.

She slurped it into her mouth and made a show of swallowing it for my benefit.

While she was leaning forward, with her pert ass sticking back toward me, I got another strong urge.

Walking up behind her, I swiped the head of my dick in the slick fluids that were drooling from her pussy. I swiped it up onto her asshole, smearing it on the pucker. Then I plunged my re-hardened dick into her still gooey fuck hole from behind.

I grasped her hip and held tight, then slowly slid all the way into her until the stretched ring of her anus was wrapped around the base of my dick. Balls deep, with one long slow stroke.

She locked up. Every muscle fully tensed. The only sound she made was a tiny squeaking from her silent scream as my balls hit a wad of cum that was forced out onto her thick pussy lips by my new intrusion.

She finally managed to gasp and take in a great big breath. Almost immediately she did let out a scream that made my ears ring.

“TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! IT’S RIPPING ME OPEN! OH GOD YOU’RE KILLING ME!”

I just grabbed her hips and held myself fully embedded in her spasming and convulsing ass.

Let me be totally hones