Her Guardian Angel

HER GUARDIAN ANGEL

By J.G.E. POWERS

The first time she saw him she almost laughed. He was

roly-poly, and wide-eyed, as if he was seeing the world for

the first time. An image of the Pillsbury Dough Boy popped

into her head and she chuckled all the way to work.

The second time she saw him was in her office parking

lot and that surprised her; first because she had never seen

him there before and second, because she had driven very

fast, as usual, and he didn't even seem to have a car.

The third time she saw him was back at her apartment

parking lot, after work. This time she was frightened. He

was standing just a few feet away from her reserved parking

spot and her front door. He still had that stupid look of

amazement on his face, but she knew from experience that the

world was full of weirdos, and this was probably one of them.

She got her can of chemical Mace out, checked that it was in

working order, then waited for the DoughBoy to move. He

didn't. He just stood there, lightly bouncing on his feet,

like he had to go to the bathroom; that same silly look on

his face. She judged the distance from the car to her front

door. Ten, twelve feet at the most. The DoughBoy was about

twenty to her right. He would be blocked by three cars and a

hedge. She got her key out, opened the car door and dashed

for her apartment.

"Hi, there!"

"Wha . . .?" she yelped in surprise. The doughboy was

right by her side - at the door! Suddenly startled, and

genuinely scared, she dropped her keys; her back flush

against her door. How did he get here so fast?

The Pillsbury Dough Boy smiled inanely at her. "Hi," he

said again.

She fumbled for the Mace can, almost dropping that too.

"Don't come near me!" she ordered, the Mace pointed

directly at him. "Keep away from me. I'll scream!"

His pudgy eyes blinked rapidly at her; his face a mask

of incomprehension. He snapped his fingers and suddenly they

were in the middle of her living room.

"Oh my God! How . . . what happened?" she asked aloud

in a scared and shrill voice. The door was still locked and

bolted from the inside. The windows were still closed.

"What's the matter?" he asked pleasantly.

"The . . . the door," she stuttered, "How did we get by

the door? What did you do? Who are you? Don't come near

me!" She pointed the Mace can at him again. He extended his

hand, index finger pointed and she felt her grip on the Mace

can begin to loosen. She squeezed harder, gripping it with

both hands but couldn't hold on to it. Her fingers came

loose and she gaped in disbelief as the Mace can floated

free, across the room and settled in Doughboy's chubby hand.

She stood there, transfixed, eyes wide and staring. It

was a full five seconds before she found her voice. "Who are

you?" she said, softly.

"I'm Hubert. Your Guardian Angel!"

Oh, God, a fruit loop! I'm locked in with a loony!

"Don't be frightened," he said as he watched her eyes

search desperately for a way out, "I'm not going to hurt

you. I'm here to help you."

"This is a trick, right? You've hypnotized me, or

something. This isn't happening." She had backed herself up

against the living room wall. There was no where else to go.

"Trick? This is no trick. I really am your Guardian

Angel."

"Oh, Christ!" she wailed.

"Please, lets not get blasphemous." he said in a hurt

tone, then asked in wonder, "Are you scared of me?"

"Oh, no! People make cans float in the air all the

time. Going through walls is an everyday event. What the

hell do you think?" she screamed at him, on the verge of

hysteria.

"Please forgive me," he said, in that soft cherubic

voice of his, "They were such small things, I didn't think

they would frighten you. Please sit down. I really don't

mean you any harm."

She realized that she was over her initial panic; her

breathing almost normal now. Slowly, cautiously she sat on

the sofa. "You sit over there," she said. It was an order.

"Thank you," he said politely. "Let's start over again.

My name is Hubert and I'm your Guardian Angel."

"You said that already. What's this all about?"

"Oh, yes, dear me. I should have explained that right

away. You see, we discovered that there's been a terrible

oversight made. You are not what you're supposed to be."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Well," he continued, "we found out that you were

destined to be a world famous courtesan, and somehow,

through an inexcusable mistake, you were never given the

right . . . guidance, so I'm here to help you make up for the

last twenty years, and, of course, to offer our deepest

apologies."

I knew it, she thought, a fruit loop! "I'm supposed to

be a courtesan? Me? Isn't that somebody who . . ."

"Gives pleasure to all she meets," he finished for her.

This is a huge practical joke she told herself. Any

minute someone is going to leap out of the closet and yell,

"Smile, You're on Candid Camera." This just couldn't be

happening to an over forty woman who was fighting the battle

of the bulge, and owed her hair color to Miss Clarol. She

wondered how they did the special effects, but despite

herself, she was intrigued.

"A courtesan, right? A happy hooker? The people up

there" - she pointed her finger up towards the ceiling -

"want me to . . . go to bed with men? To . . . screw?"

He looked at the direction of her finger, uncomprehen-

ding. Then a smile lit his chubby face. "Oh, no, you mis-

understand me," he said, "Those people have nothing to do

with this."

"You said you're my Guardian Angel."

"That's true, but I come from . . ." his finger pointed

toward the floor . . . "there!"

"From Hell?"

"We don't call it that," he said quickly, in defense.

"It's really like Los Angeles, and up there . . . " he made a

face, "is like Burbank. We just live life to the fullest."

She stared at him incredulously. "You're nuts! You're

a bonified loony-toon, and I want you out of here. Now!"

He jumped up, a look of distress on his face. "Oh,

please, don't do that. This is my first really big assign-

ment. Please, let me show you." He snapped his fingers and a

large book appeared in his hand.

"Stop doing that!" she yelled.

"Here we are. See! The book says that at thirteen you

have your first sexual experience. By seventeen you have

seduced the entire football team of your high school, and

several male teachers. And one female teacher, too. By the

time you are twenty-five you should've had sex with over a

thousand men and women, bringing joy and light to their

lives. In fact, at this point of your life you should have

changed the morals of almost the entire country."

"Let me see that."

He held up the book for her to see. It was ornate.

Parchment, she thought. Very elaborate. Someone had gone

though a lot of trouble. Okay, she thought, I'll play

along. "So what happened? How come I ended up Miss Goody

two-shoes?"

"Somebody made a mistake," he said contritely. "But

I'm here to make amends and get you back on the right track

so you can fulfill your destiny."

Suddenly she was angry and embarrassed. "Listen to me,

Hubert, Asshole, or whatever your name is. I'm forty-two

years old, frumpy, and I've had sex three times in my life.

Each time was worse than the other. I'm damn near frigid.

Do you understand that, you bastard!" There were tears in

her eyes now. "I can't cum. I don't climax. I don't even

like it. Now you get your ass the hell out of here. Through

the door, through the wall; I don't care how, just get the

hell out!"

He closed the book softly, a look of compassion on his

face. "That's not quite true. What you said about cumming,

that is. You masturbate nearly every night, and cum each

time. In your night table you have an electric vibrator and

three dildos. You love the way they feel in you, but you're

always embarrassed afterwards. As far as sex goes, you

really love it, but you've been taught that it's dirty and

degrading. You're full of guilty inhibitions. I intend to

change that."

She sat down on the couch, heavily; awe on her flushed

face. How does he know? How? Could he REALLY be what he

says he is? she wondered in amazement.

"I can see you're still not sure. Would you like me to

tell you your favorite fantasies? You're really quite

imaginative, even if you believe that you'd never do those

things."

"No," she said, softly.

Hubert stood in front of her and placed his hand on her

forehead. His eyes lost their softness. In its place was a

strength she didn't believe possible for anyone to have. His

whole persona seem to change in front of her eyes. His

fingers squeezed her temples, but didn't hurt; a mist clouded

her eyes.

"Henceforth, you will be lustful! There will be no

shame, no embarrassment, no taboos. You will revel in the

pleasures of the flesh! You will have no boundaries and you

will have no inhibitions! So say I, Hubert, Guardian Angel

of this mortal woman." His hand fell away. "There! It's

done," he said.

The haze before her eyes began to fade. She felt

relaxed and somehow alive. Her mind was completely aware of

her bodily functions; her heart beat, the warmth in the pit

of her stomach, the juice of her pussy. Pussy! Had she

really thought that word? She crossed her legs and

automatically squeezed the lips of her cunt together. A

surge of pleasure coursed through her body, so intense, she

gasped.

"Felt good, didn't it?"

She looked at him, through slited eyes, and nodded.

Hubert held out his hand then led her to the full-length

mirror in the hallway. She searched her image for the

change. It was there, she knew it was; she was different,

more alive, more . . . desirable, more - she sought the right

word - horny! Yes, horny! She was hot! She wanted sex!

She wanted to fuck! To feel the pleasures of a big cock in

her cunt! Her mouth! Her ass! Oh, I want it so badly, she

thought. Her image mocked her. She was still who she was.

The changes were in her mind, not her body. Her face showed

her disappointment. Her shoulders sagged.

"What's the matter?" Hubert asked.

"Look at me. Yuck!"

"Oh, is that all. Watch the mirror," he said and

pointed his finger at her. The tingling sensation began at

the top of her head, radiating through her hair, down her

shoulders. She felt the skin of her body tighten, become

smooth; the age lines disappear. Her stomach muscles

stretched and became taut. Her legs firmed and her chest

swelled and lifted, straining the front of her dress. A

sudden fear gripped her as she watched the metamorphosis.

She was no longer who she was. She was beautiful! Beautiful

and built! She could feel her tits chaffing against the

binding material.

"It's done," he said. "Take off your clothes and look

at yourself."

She looked at Hubert, then at her restrictive clothes.

With a smile, and sudden elation, she began pulling them

off, completely unselfconscious. Naked, she saw her new

body. Her face was smooth and unlined, her hair, lustrous,

and raven black. Two, full, upright globes of sensitive

flesh swelled from her chest, the nipples large and already

erect. She could see the defined muscles on her flat

stomach, the perfect sweep of her hips; her tapered, long

legs. The hair around her cunt was thick and coarse; a drop

of pussy juice glistened on a strand. Turning slowly she

could see her firm, heart-shaped ass in the mirror. She was

young! She was beautiful! She was perfect!

She threw her arms around Hubert, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you. If this is a dream I don't

ever want to wake up."

"It's no dream," he said, running his hand down her

naked back and firm flanks. A sudden lust filled her body.

She looked at him for the first time, not as a cartoon

character, or a Guardian Angel, but as a man. And a man has

a cock, she thought.

"I'm sorry," he said, reading her mind, "but I can't

indulge.

Peevishly, she stepped away from him. "Hubert, you're

suppose to be my Guardian Angel. How can I become a great

piece of ass with only three assholes to my credit? I've

never even sucked cock!" Throwing her arms around him, she

rubbed her pussy against his crotch. No reaction.

"Shit, Hubert. I'm hot and horny. I need practice if

I'm going to set the world on fire."

He smiled, slipped a finger in her wet cunt and tweaked

her clit. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as a small

climax rippled through her body. She panted with pleasure.

It's true! It's all true, she thought in delight. I can

fuck! I want to fuck!

"I intend to help you do just that," he said with a

smile. We're going to take it one step at a time. Sit

there." He indicated the wing chair.

"Now play with yourself."

"What?"

"Stick your finger in your cunt and make yourself cum.

Feel the pleasures that you can really give yourself now."

"I want to fuck," she said.

"Do it!" His voice rang with authority.

Suddenly, she was acutely aware of her nakedness and her

own vulnerability. She had never played with herself in

front of anyone and she hesitated, then looked into Hubert's

eyes. Desire filled her body. Her love juices began to

flow. Her breath became short, and a strange tightness

gripped her loins. Pulling her legs up she exposed the thick

lips of her cunt. Her hand rubbed the rounded mound, her

finger sliding in easily. She sighed, closed her eyes and

began to finger-fuck herself.

"Oooh, yess!" she breathed. She felt so good she

wanted to cry out loud. Her head rolled from side to side

as she squirmed in the chair, her right hand jerking

rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and

tits with her left. Her new, smooth and silky, body

responded with wild sensations. Squeezing her thighs around

her twisting right hand, she rocked her loins up and down,

fucking herself on her still, twisting middle finger. She

lifted her tits with her left hand, pushing them toward her

face, darting her wet tongue at the hard, extended nipples.

Each flick of her tongue across her sensitive flesh sent a

rush of electric pleasure through her body, making her

steaming cunt contract. Her asscheeks flexed as she humped

forward, and upward, fucking herself on her slippery finger.

Hot pussy juice seeped down her inner thigh, into her

asscrack, onto the seat of the chair. It left a moist stain

on the soft cushion under her ass.

"Ooooh, yesss!" she cried, no longer trying to stifle

her moans of pleasure. She was in heaven! Her body began to

surge with excitement. "I'm cumming!" she wailed. As spasms

erupted in her loins, she arched up, her cunt sucking

greedily at her finger. "Yesss! Yessss!" Brilliant colors

exploded in her brain as the fantastic pleasure surged

through her jerking her body out of control. Her eyes rolled

back, and her heels dug deep into the seat of the chair. She

jerked up and down, humping wildly with each rush of spasm

through her body. Pussy juice turned to thick cream,

frothing from her cunt and dribbling down her thighs. She

was a juicy mess, and she loved it!

Pleasure was all that mattered. She could die feeling this

good and she wouldn't care. Slowly, the tremors subsided.

She collapsed in the chair, melting into the cushions. Sweat

misted her body and she shivered in the sudden chill of the air.

She gasped as she pulled her finger out of her cunt. Her cunt

cream was slowly running down its length. Impulsively, she stuck

her finger in her mouth, her tongue licking at her own fuck-

juices. The tart taste thrilled her and her sweaty body

began to throb again with heat. She sighed with total pleasure.

Hubert knelt beside her, wiping her body with a cool,

damp washcloth. The rough nap sent new thrills through her

super-sensitive body. Her legs opened wide, allowing him to

clean her hot, sticky pussy. Her mind slipped into a warm,

post-orgasmic semi-consciousness. The cum had been

fantastic! No matter how many times she masturbated in the

past, she had never reached this peak. Was it because he was

watching? She realized that she had enjoyed the look on his

face. Even if he wasn't going to fuck her, she had gotten to

him; she knew it. His eyes had lit up when she had spread

her cuntlips apart, giving him a great view of her pink

cuntwalls. Oh, you wanton bitch, she thought, with a smile.

How you do love it!

"Very nice," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

"Now you're ready for step two."

"Step two?" she asked, her mind quickly alert; her body

alive. "What's that?"

He smiled at her. "Getting fucked, of course," he

said, stating what should appear obvious.

She gave him a suspicious smile, and wiggled her hips

at him in an obscene way. "I though you weren't going to

fuck me."

"I'm not," he said, snapping his fingers. "He is!"

The man appear from no where. He was gorgeous! An

Adonis! Tall, blond, handsome, and well built. He was also

naked. His thick cock and balls hung heavily between his

legs. Startled by his instantaneous appearance and the

frightening size of his manhood, she gasped, putting her hand

to her mouth in sudden fear.

"Does he meet with your approval?" Hubert asked.

Eyes wide, mouth open, her head nodded almost

imperceptibly. Hubert knew that he would.

The adonis smiled at her. There was desire in his eyes.

She saw his cock twitch, then begin to grow. Her eyes

widened in amazement. It was huge! Thick and heavily ridged

with exposed veins. She stared at the enormous erection,

frankly, licking her lips. It's nine inches long and seven

inches thick!

How did I know that, she wondered. But she knew it was

accurate. His prick was magnificent. She tried to swallow;

her mouth suddenly dry. But only her mouth was dry. Her

body had sent a signal to her brain and her cunt was flooded

anew with a gush of fresh love juice. She could feel the

lust flow through her body.

The adonis held out his hand, and slowly she reached for it.

Hubert snapped his fingers again. They were in her bedroom,

on the bed, locked in a tight embrace; the urgency of their

needs surging through them. Hubert sat on her hope chest, at

the foot of the bed, smiling his inane smile. She didn't care.

Adonis had large, strong hands and they roamed her firm

body at will; squeezing, kneading her hot flesh. He sucked

on her nipples and she yelped in pleasure as he roughly

nibbled at them. She was panting. Her hands gripped his

thick shoulders, ran down his bare back to his hard ass. He

had beautiful buns. She could feel his stiff cock press

against the sensitive skin of her squirming thigh.

"Oh, yesss," she moaned, "Yesss! Suck my titties!

Yeah! Oh, God, my pussy's creaming!"

Adonis pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her

legs wide. Her entire cunt was exposed. He lowered himself

until he was kneeling beside the bed, his breathing heavy and

shaky. "Oh, sweet, sweet pussy!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna

eat you all up."

She gasped at his words, almost losing control. She

had never had her cunt eaten before. She wanted it badly.

She stifled a gasp as his thumbs spread the spongy edges of

her thick pussylips and pushed them apart. His breath was

hot against her open crotch. He gave her clit a short,

fleeting, flick of his tongue. A shock wave rippled through

her body, sending an electric sensation all the way to her

toes. Her fingers dug into the satin comforter that covered

the bed.

"Mmmmmmm," he whispered, kissing up and down the inside

of her cunt, tasting the sticky juice that flowed like hot

sap. He nuzzled the thick hair aside and slipped his long

tongue into her hot box. She moaned out loud, unable to

stop herself, not wanting to. She shoved her cunt deeper

onto his squirming tongue, and the pleasure began to wash

over her like waves on the shore.

Through slited eyes she saw his blond head bobbing between

her thighs. She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled his

face deep into her gushing cunt. He growled softly, drinking her

rich fuck-juices, as he licked out her contracting pussyhole. Without

warning, he roughly sucked her clit into his mouth and began

racing the tip of his tongue over the super sensitive love

bump. She screamed.

"Cummin' . . . cummin' . . ." Her voice failed her.

Her head swam and she nearly fainted. The shock, the over

powering pleasure, the sheer excitement made her body arch

up, tense and rigid. Then she exploded.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," she wailed, her saliva caught in her

throat, cutting off her cry of passion. Her body shook as

uncontrollable tremors tore through her flesh. Her legs

locked in a death grip around his head; fingernails nearly

tearing through the sheets. She was holding on for dear

life, and it took all her strength to resist the impulse to

grab his head and crush his face against her sizzling,

pleasure-raw crotch. Toes curling, hands grasping the

sheets, her hips flopped wildly against the mattress; her

pussyjuice squirting against his face and nose, smearing his

handsome features with thick love cream. Her head thrashed

back and forth. She suddenly found her voice.

"Aaaaaggggggg . . . Unnnggghhh . . . ooowwwwww . . .

OH! . . . mmmmmmmm . . . good . . . good . . ."

"Oh, baby," adonis said, his voice muffled by her thick

thatch. She felt her legs spread wider. He was actually

lifting them up and pressing them to her tits. He bent over

her crotch and started slurping, lapping up the pussy-nectar

that bubbled madly from her throbbing cunt. His tongue

slipped between her asscheeks, licking the down length of

them, tasting the tangy sweat from her pink, twitching

asshole. His tongue probed her asshole and entered it. Her

body reared and stiffened. She couldn't believe this was

actually happening; couldn't believe the sensations his

asshole reaming was giving her.

She panted with each flick of his tongue against the

sensitive walls of her bunhole. Her toes spread and clutched

and wiggled. She started to squirm, wiggling her ass, rubbing

it in his face. He jabbed his tongue back in her hot cunt, then

quickly back into her ass, and back to her pussy. She never dreamed

such pleasure was possible, pleasure so intense it verged on pain.

His tongue hit the ultra-sensitive spot in her cunt and immediately

she was on the verge of another orgasm.

Her eyes over-flowed with tears, her pleasure and excitement

close to making her lose consciousness. In the recesses of her mind

she realized the pleasure she was receiving had almost been

lost; almost never was. Her mind vowed to share; to give as

well as receive. She would make up for lost time. She would

be The Courtesan!

Her body exploded again.

Time lost meaning. She didn't know how long she laid

there panting, trying to control her heaving chest. But when

she slowly opened her eyes, Adonis was standing by the bed

holding his huge cock, slowing moving the skin back and

forth. She could see the wicked single eye peeking at her.

What does it taste like? What would it feel like in my

mouth? "Can I suck it?" she asked, not of Adonis, but of

Hubert, "I want to suck it so bad."

"Of course you can, my dear. That's what it's there

for."

"It's so big. I won't be able to get it all in my

mouth."

"You'll do fine. See, it's twitching already, just

waiting for your lovely lips."

With trembling fingers she closed her hand around his

throbbing cock. It was so hard. And she couldn't get her

hand all the way around it. She slid her fingers up and

down the ivory-smooth shaft. It was hard a marble. It

throbbed inches in front of her face. She could smell his

musky man odor in her nostrils. The scent stirred her juices

again. Adonis placed his hand on the back of her head and

gently pushed forward.

"Suck it, sweet thing! Lick it all up and down and suck

it!" he said, his voice very tight.

With hands trembling, she began lapping at the massive

cockhead, tasting its salty moisture; her tongue teasing the

glaring pisshole. Her hands began sliding up and down,

working the foreskin along the shaft. Her mouth ovaled and

she engulfed the head and a few inches of the shaft. It was

so huge she couldn't swallow much of it. Adonis rolled his

eyes in passion; tingling sensations running through his

body. He humped his hips forward and felt his shaft go

deeper into her silky mouth.

"Oh, baby, baby!" he moaned. "That's the way! Suck my

prong! Eat it up! Good, baby, good!"

She was frantic with desire. She lay on her side,

cradling his big prick, playing with it and sucking it as if

it were a giant toy; a Christmas present all her own. She

was in heaven! Like magic, her throat muscles relaxed and

his massive pike slid easily into her hot, sucking mouth.

It's in! All the way in!

Pride swelled in her chest. His crinkly pubic hair

rubbed roughly against her squirming, prick-filled face. She

cupped his huge, swinging balls; kneading them. Her powerful

jaw muscles squeezed and sucked at his throbbing cock, and

she felt his passion, his life force being drawn for the

large ballsac she was playing with.

"Suck! Suck!" he panted.

She felt his cock harden, felt it quiver in her mouth,

sensed the peak of eruption. The huge cock flexed, shuddered

and hot, burning cum shot into her throat.

"Ahhhhhh!" he screamed. "Ugggggg . . . yeahhhhhh!"

Hot, sticky wads of cum smashed against her tongue and

tonsils, flooding her full mouth to overflowing. Gobs of

rich cream dribbled down the corners of her mouth. She

pulled his still spurting cock from her mouth. Cum splashed

her hair, her eyes, and her nose. She smeared his love-juice

all over her soft skin, reveling in the feel of it. As it

slid down her throat, she thought it tasted like oysters.

Her hands kept jerking and her mouth kept sucking until the

last gobs had oozed out. She had expected his cock to go

soft. It didn't. She looked at Hubert in anticipation.

Again, he read her mind. "A soft cock wouldn't do now, would

it?" He was smiling, like a teacher with a star pupil.

That's what I am, she thought. A pupil. And I can't

wait for the next lesson. She smiled at Hubert, who nodded,

and at Adonis, who leered at her.

That's it, she thought, looking at the lust in his

eyes, Want me! Want to fuck me! Prong me! Cum in me,

like your life depends on it. That's what I want you to do.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, her body throbbing with

renewed lust. "Fuck me good!"

Adonis smiled and began stroking his massive fuckpole.

She pushed herself back up on the bed, lifting her legs up to

her shoulders, opening herself wide. The pink meat of her

cuntwalls glistened with her dewy juice, beckoning. She

slipped two finger in her cunt and twisted them around,

saturating them. Slowly, provocatively, she put them in her

mouth and began sucking on them.

Adonis jumped on the bed; his steel-like cock bouncing

in front of him, his breath ragged. He wrapped his hands around

her slender waist and pulled her twitching ass towards his cock.

Her legs rested on his shoulders. His fuckpole kissed her pussy

and rubbed the fluffy cuntlips. Electricity pulsed through her;

tingling sensations running up and down her spine, making her

squirm. "Stick it in! she growled. "Ooooooo fuck me!"

He leaned forward and pushed his cock in slowly. Her

mind screamed in desire. Bastard! Bastard!

"FUCK ME!"

His huge cock sank into her tight hole. "Aaaagggggg!

Oh, God! Oh, God! Yesssssss!" It was enormous, thick as a

tree trunk, but it slipped in easily, disappearing inside her

to the hilt. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy; head twisting

from side to side. Her heels pounded his back. Her fingers

dug into his tender flesh, raked his arms and back. He began

to hump his dong in her and her cunt contracted immediately,

sending spasms of raw pleasure through her. Pussycream

welled up and over-flowed her cuntwalls, seeping down her

asscrack. She went from one orgasm to another without

stopping. Her body bucked and convoluted, almost out of

control; her mind whirling in a kaleidoscope of blinding

colors and lights.

Adonis ran his prong in and out of her. All ten inches!

Up to the very tip of his cockhead, then plunging down to the

hot, secret depths of her pulsing pussy. She gasped as he

pulled his cock all the way out of her, and immediately felt

its loss. He spun her around roughly, setting her on all

fours, then, without mercy, stuck his cock back into her

steamy hole. She came instantly.

Cum was running down her thighs like hot, melted butter.

Her body was clammy with sweat. She was definitely making up

for all those lost years.

Eyes slited, face contorted, she tried to call Hubert.

Her mouth gaped as she tried to talk, to scream, but nothing

came out.

"I'm right here, my dear." her Guardian Angel said, his

face inches away from hers. "Is something wrong?"

" . . . need . . . need . . . cock . . . mouth . . .

please! Give me . . . yours . . ."

"Oh, my, you are getting into it. I'm so happy! Of

course, I can't help you myself, but - " he snapped his

fingers - "I'm sure he can."

She felt a hard prick slap her face and push at her

lips. Her eyes opened wide. Another adonis, almost a clone

of the first, but with dark hair and olive complexion was

waving his big cock in front of her face. Her mind smiled

and her tongue snaked out, laving the thick, purple cockhead.

Time and space began to lose reality. Her body soared,

floated, ebbed, then soared again. She sucked cock, swallowed

cum, gallons of it, she thought. Her cunt was rubbed

ragged by first one huge dick, then the other. She sucked

both pricks simultaneous, washing her face, hair and body

with their secretions. She fucked on her back, on her knees,

on her side, upside down. Every piece of furniture was used

to support her body as she was speared time and again. And

still she craved more.

She lay on her back, gently licking Adonis' cock shaft,

running her nimble tongue over the hard ridges. Adonis II

was between her legs laving her burning pussy, trying to

quench a fire that couldn't be put out completely. He held

her hips up with his strong hands, exposing her cum-drenched

asshole, and blew softly on it. The pink wrinkled hole

involuntarily contracted.

"Oooooo," she sighed, as his tongue began gentle

exploration. It swabbed the hole, lubricating it with

spittle, then slowly entered it, twisting as it went. His

tongue was long and slender and went in a long way. A new

sensation rippled through her and her body shivered with

delight.

"Agh!" she cried, as his drooling tongue began to twist

and turn in her ass. "Ooowwwwwww . . . oooohhhhh!" She

gasped when the invading tongue withdrew, somehow

disappointed that it was gone. The small part of her mind,

still rooted in reality was horrified by the unnatural act;

the other part, the larger portion of her mind; the one

steeped in primal pleasure, longed for the slippery eel-like

tongue of her gorgeous lover.

His steaming hot breath, and a slick wet finger poked

at her asshole again. A small rebellion in her mind erupted.

It was quickly extinguished, and she surrendered to the

invasion, relaxing the muscles there and sucking his twisting

finger into her ass. Her body arched as the thrills

intensified. The thought of his driving finger reaching

straight up from her asshole to her brain drove her to the

brink of a breathtaking orgasms. She felt his finger wiggle

and squirm up into the red-hot walls of her tight asshole.

"Yeah . . . yeah . . .YESSSSSS!" she cried out,

suddenly addicted to the sensation of his finger. She yelped

in pain - the first she had felt - as he popped his finger

out, then drove it back in along with another in her heated

pussy. Both fingers churned in her orifices. Showers of

electric sparks burst in her brain, like a hundred Roman

candles, and another flood of juice was released from her

ever-full well. Her hips churned lewdly, pushing Adonis II's

fingers deeper into her demanding body. Her mouth gobbled

Adonis' semi-erect prick and she sucked on it greedily.

Hubert, sitting quietly on her hope chest, smiled in

satisfaction. He watched with detached fascination as the

two men plunged fingers and cock in her twitching body. She

was climaxing again; her body flailing away as the spasms

racked her; her voice choked by the thickness of the huge

cock in her mouth.

The men wasted no time. Even before the tremors ceased

they had repositioned her. One man lay on his back, his

rampart cock stiff and erect. It nuzzled the opening of her

pleasure-raw cunt and sank out of sight as she was lowered

on to it by the other man.

Hubert made a mental note to give these people names,

the next time he had to use them.

She was panting heavily, her mind still foggy and far

away in some Eden. She felt her hot cunt fill up with cock

and she sighed. A stray breeze chilled her sweaty body,

sending a delightful shiver through her and giving her

gooseflesh. She sucked the fresh air into her lungs. Then

felt a hot mouth on her sensitive nipples, sucking them hard;

making her tremble with desire, again. The first Adonis, the

one with his cock in her, pulled her forward and grabbed the

firm globes of her asscheeks; kneading them. He smiled at

his partner.

She was shaking; her body on the verge of another

explosion. Hot pussyjuice ran down the insides of her thigh.

The dark haired one slid his cock between her thighs,

greasing it with her slick cream. He rubbed his cock up and

down between her asscheeks, greasing her cleft and bunhole.

She tried to tear the mist and fog from her mind, but wasn't

successful. The thick knob of his cock stretched her virgin

asshole and started to slide in. He stopped as she screamed.

"Don't! Shit . . . it's too fuckin' big! You'll kill

me!" she wailed in real terror. Hubert was next to her in an

instant.

"Relax, my dear, relax. I'm here. You can do it! Open

your ass to this new pleasure; this new sensation. Let

yourself be debased, and you will enter an entirely new

dimension of lust and pleasure. That's a good girl," he

cooed, as he saw her sphincter muscle opened allowing the

huge cock to enter her ass easily. He patted her head and

went back to his seat.

It took several seconds to sort out everything in her

fuzzy mind. She had done it! He was all the way in! She

felt the same pride well up in her as she had when she had

taken his cock - or was it the other one - all the way down

her throat. "Ahhhh . . ." she sighed in pleasure, releasing

her ass muscles, feeling his hips flat against her ass, his

cock fully seated. The feeling was fantastic. The cock in

her pussy began to slide in and out of her hot cunt. It

grated against the thin membrane separating the two lusty

pricks. In a moment, the cock in her ass started to move in

unison with the cock in her cunt. Her toes curled and her

fingers dug into hard flesh. Her mind exploded in a panorama

of brilliant colors and flashing lights, bringing her to the

edge of sanity. She blacked out as the intense wave of pure

pleasure crashed over her, like a huge tidal wave.

She floated in a soft, warm sea; her body aglow, alive

for the very first time in her life. Her mind was almost

blank; beautifully, wonderfully blank. Nothing could touch

her. She wanted to enjoy this feeling forever but a faraway

voice intruded; soft but insistent. She tried to ignore it

but she couldn't. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Hubert was

sitting on the bed, smiling at her.

"Well, hello, there," he said. "I was beginning to

worry about you."

She was groggy and disorientated. "Wha . . . what

happened? Where's everybody?"

"Your playmates? I sent them back. They served their

purpose."

"Was I dreaming? Did . . . did all that really happen?"

"Oh, yes, my dear, all that was absolutely real. Now,

I've drawn you a very nice, hot bath. Go soak for a while

and then we'll talk. By the way, let me be the first to

congratulate you. You were magnificent!"

She nodded, then zombie-like, she got up and followed

his directions. The bath was hot and steamy, and wonderfully

relaxing. She immersed her body up to her chin, letting the

soothing water gently revive her. Her skin tingled and

glowed. She was very aware of its sensitivity. Her eyes

wandered over the hills and valleys of her new body; the

full, upright, big-nippled tits; the flat stomach - she could

actually see the defined muscles - the long, taut, shapely

legs. Absentmindedly, she played with a strand of her raven-

black hair.

If this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up. She

closed her eyes and images of Adonis and friend flashed

through her mind. Like a newsreel, she saw their large,

beautiful cocks entering every opening in her body. She saw

the look of lust and passion on her face - Did I really do

those things? - her body surging with unbounded pleasure. A

warm glow began to spread upward from her cunt.

"Well, my dear, how do you feel now?" Hubert sat on

the commode, still dressed in his long overcoat, apparently

oblivious to the steamy humidity.

She shrugged. "I'm still not sure if this is real or

not. It's like something happening to another person."

"Actually, that's one way of putting it. You are

another person; or really, the person you're suppose to be."

"Those men . . . I really did let them . . ."

"Fuck you," he finished for her. "And you sucked their

dicks and did all sorts of wonderfully sexy and debasing

things. You had a lot to catch up on."

She gestured with her arms, them movement causing her

tits to break the surface of the water, like twin periscopes.

She made no movement to cover herself. "I still don't

understand, Hubert."

Her Guardian Angel looked pensively at her, "Well, let

me review things for you." He paused a moment. "Good help

is very hard to find these days, I'm afraid, and a rather

inept clerk forgot to make the proper notations on your

career path. So, in the absence of that information, you

sort of drifted off in the wrong direction. Instead of

becoming a highly sensual woman; free and uninhibited, you

became almost the opposite.

"When we realized the mistake, my superiors gave me the

assignment of rectifying things. The first thing to do was

get rid of all those middle-class inhibitions - you humans

do saddle yourselves with a great deal of them, my dear -

then, you had to be shown just what you've been missing. So

that's what I did. If I do say so myself, you are a very apt

pupil."

"All that . . . pleasure; it was just for me? To see

what I've missed?"

"Exactly! How can you share the wealth if you don't

know what the Treasure Trove holds? Now that you do, you

can go spread the word; or rather, share the pussy." He

smiled at his own humor.

She stood up in the tub and reached for a towel, water

cascaded down her firm body. A smile lit her face. "I owe

you a great deal, don't I?"

He shrugged as if it was of no consequence. Her hips

rotated, sensually, and she thrust her cherry-tipped tits at

him. "Are you sure you don't want a little? After all, you

created me."

Hubert smiled and wiggled a finger at her. "That's the

spirit, my dear. Everyone is fair game. You'll do fine,"

he said, his voice emotional with pride.

"Am I going to do anything bad, Hubert? I mean . . .

you come from . . . down there," she said, pointing toward

the floor. "How is pleasure giving going to help you? I

mean, it's so good, you'd think it would come - she pointed

upward - from up there."

"Quite the contrary, my dear. We're the ones in the

Pleasure business, not them. They're in the denial business.

It's like the difference between Burbank and Los Angles. The

latter is alive, the former is boring. If you spread our

pleasure doctrine - and you will - the world won't have time

to destroy itself by beating its breast; trying to gain

something it doesn't want to begin with."

"I don't understand. If you come from down there,

you're suppose to be evil. Everything you've done for me so

far as just felt good. Don't you want me to sell my soul or

something; sign in blood."

"Oh, my, you do have an active imagination. Who says

we're evil? And who says Hell is a fiery inferno? Not us!

Our competitors and us are in a fight to capture men's minds;

that's true, but it's a conceptual fight. They say what's

good is bad. We say what's good is pleasing and should be

enjoyed."

"I'm still confused, Hubert."

"Don't worry, my dear. It will all be clear in its own

time and in its own way."

* * *

She lay propped up on her big, king-size bed, gazing out

the sliding glass doors to the bedroom terrace. It was

twilight and the drapes were open. Her hand held a large

black dildo and she gently rubbed it over her body. The

flesh tingled everywhere she touched herself. Her cunt was

dewy with new juice. A small private smile curled her lips.

She was always wet, now; always ready. She could make

herself cream just by thinking of cock - or pussy - yes,

pussy. Hubert had told her, before leaving, that everything

and everybody would now become sexual to her. Female pussy

was the first thing that had entered her mind. Warm, wet,

succulent pink meat; thick tangle of pubic hair; the tart

aroma of cunt-scent.

The wonderfully obscene dildo slowly traced ziz-zag

patterns over her body, lingering over the slit of her cunt.

Her eyes focused. She was looking across the street at

another building; another apartment. Her neighbor - Nancy

was standing in her bedroom, the drapes parted, dressing; no,

undressing. She watched as Nancy slid her skirt over her

shapely hips and let it drop to the floor. The half-slip

followed. She saw that Nancy favored garter belts and hose

instead of pantyhose. She liked that. It was more feminine.

Nancy, dressed in high heels, bra and panties, began

brushing her thick brown hair. The movement of her arms

caused her tits to bounce provocatively.

She slid a trembling finger over her extended clitoris

and shivered as the electric current zipped through her

heated body. Her tongue licked the tip of the phony penis

but her eyes never left the window. Nancy put the brush down

and unclasped her bra. It was one of the old, behind the

back ones. Nancy's tits were large, well rounded. She

massaged the heavy globes.

Her breathing became ragged as she watched; a voyeur

caught up in the sexual pleasure of peeping. The dildo

parted her cunt-lips, but she didn't put it all the way in.

She was teasing herself, waiting for the next scene; a better

scene. Nancy was still rubbing her tits when a man - her

husband - what was his name? - came up behind her and cupped

her breasts with his hands. His pants bulged with his

erection. He kneaded her tits, rolling the nipples around

in his fingers, kissed her neck. One hand moved to cover

his wife's mound. He ground his hard-on into her ass. She

saw the look on Nancy's face as she began to surrender to her

husband's hands and mouth; the look of sexual excitement.

Her own juices began to flow freely. The sheet beneath her

ass was already very wet. The man turned his wife to him and

kissed her passionately. Her arms went around his neck and

hips began to grind together wantonly. The man's hands went

to her ass and squeeze them. He pulled her to the bed, out

of her line of vision. She squeezed her tit painfully and

shoved the big, black dildo all the way up her pussy. Her

strong cunt muscles clamped, viselike, on it. Her cum was

immediate and powerful. Her body thrashed around the bed,

almost out of control. She sucked on her fingers; humping

her hips against the captured dildo. Her mind pictured Nancy

and her husband; licking, sucking, fucking. She had to have

them! Both of them!

Slowly, the tremors began to pass. Her breathing was

almost normal. Across the courtyard the drapes blocked her

view. Enjoy yourselves, my loves, she thought. You'll enjoy

it even more after I through with you two. She curled in a

ball, the dildo still stuck in her pussy, and she slept.

* * *

The next morning, after she had showered, she was

surprised at the contents of her closet. All her own clothes

were gone. In their place was a whole different wardrobe:

chic, expensive, and very sexy. Leather mini-skirts, silk,

see-through blouses, low cut dresses. Even her lingerie was

new and provocative: wispy panties, almost nothing bras,

garter-belts and stockings. And everything fit! She ran

from drawer to drawer, like a child at Christmas, finding new

and exciting treasures. "Oh, Hubert!" she cried aloud, "You

thought of everything."

She whirled in front of the full mirror, a slinky black

cocktail dress held up in front of her naked body. The

doorbell rang. She dropped the dress on the bed, saw the

long silk robe hanging in the closet; shrugged it on and

belted it loosely. The doorbell rang again. She opened it

without hesitation, without her usual caution. The man was

huge - six foot four, and probably 250 pounds - and flat

black. A thick, square mustache covered the upper lip of a

face that showed the influence of Arab or White blood. He

wore the uniform of a Postman. She felt her cunt contract.

"Yes?" she smiled, sweetly, not trying to close the

robe that gapped open, displaying a large amount of cleavage.

She saw the intake of his breath; where his eyes were drawn.

"Yes?" she asked again.

"Wha . . . oh, I have a COD package for you, lady," he

said, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her almost

exposed tits; thrusting the package at her. It was heavy and

she almost dropped it. The movement caused the robe to open

more, giving the black giant an even better look at her tits.

She knew, from his wide-eyed expression, that he could see

all the way down to her hardened nipples.

He moved quickly, catching the package before it fell

from her arms. He was close and she could smell his aroma;

the tangy smell of sexual excitement!

"You had better put it on the table," she said, finally

closing her robe, and pointing inside.

"Yeah," he croaked.

She looked him up and down as he put the large package

on the coffee table in the living room. His shirt stretched

across his muscular back. She thought she could see the

muscles ripple. He turned, holding his clipboard in front

of himself, trying to hide his growing erection. He has a

huge cock, she thought wickedly. I wonder . . .

"Er . . . the bill comes to $52.95," he said, shifting

his weight nervously, trying to keep his prick from tenting

his tight pants. Crazy bitch, he thought; open the door

with hardly nothing on, give a guy a hard-on that won't quit,

but he knew that she'd scream bloody murder if he made one

false move. Why did White chicks like to fuck up the heads

of Black men?

"$52.95?" she said, suddenly wondering who sent the

package and what was in it. She didn't remember ordering

anything. "I'll have to get my bag. Have a seat," she said

climbing the stairs, giving him quick, exciting glimpses of

her long, naked legs.

He shoved his rampart cock down and to the side, wishing

he had worn jockey shorts - anything - to hold his cock in

place. Shit! What a woman! Like to throw a hump to that

one, he thought.

"Can you bring that package up here for me, please."

Her voice floated down from upstairs.

Shit! Now I'm a fuckin' servant, he thought, but he

really didn't mind. He hoped to see those tits again. He

knew she was naked beneath that robe; the way it clung to

her, nothing could be hidden. Shit! His girl was going to

get a reaming tonight.

She was standing with her back to the streaming

sunlight. If he had any doubts about what she had on, they

were dispelled by the translucent material of her robe. Her

body was completely silhouetted - naked, for all practical

purposes - against the back light. He swallowed hard.

"Put it on the dresser," she said, rummaging through

her bag. "Does it say who it's from?"

"Er . . . a Mr. Hubert Angel."

"Do you accept credit cards?"

He shook his head, trying not to stare at her body;

willing his cock to stay down, and losing on both counts.

"Is something the matter?" she asked innocently.

Bitch! Cock-teasing, bitch! He shook his head. "No!

. . . and no, we can't accept credit cards. Checks or cash

only."

She smiled at him, frankly this time. Slowly, almost

deliberately, she began to write out a check. Leaning

forward, the robe fell away, giving him a spectacular view

of her naked tits. She heard him wince.

"Something is the matter," she said, tearing the check

out of the book. "Do I unsettle you?" She was very close

to him now, only inches away. He was breathing heavily.

She put a hand on his chest. Her touch felt like fire.

Twenty years in Levenworth, he thought, restraining the

impulse to grab her and fuck her ragged. Her hand moved

sensually over his chest and arm. "I don't like to see

another human being in misery," she said softly. "Please

tell me what's wrong. I want to help."

"Look, lady." He was gasping. "Just give me the check

and let me get out of here."

"Not until you tell me what's troubling you. Is it

because you have a hard-on and think you can't use it? It

really looks like a lovely one. Is it as big as it looks?"

He knew it! A cock-teasing honky bitch! She sat on the

bed, arms back, tits thrust forward, the nipples clearly

visible. Her legs crossed and the gown fell open. He could

see all the way up to her black haired pussy. His cock

bulged and threatened to explode from its captivity.

"Just give me the fuckin' check." His voice was a rasp.

She opened her legs, baring her naked pussy to him.

Quickly, she stuck the check between her legs and closed them

again. It took only a split second.

"Come and get it!" Her voice was thick with suppressed

passion.

The giant Black groaned in misery. The dam broke. He

dropped to his knees, pulled her legs apart roughly and

jammed his face in the thick turf of her wet pussy.

"Agggggg!" she wailed, as his hot tongue pierced her

cuntlips and entered her juicy hole. "Oh, yessss! Suck my

white cunt! Oh, you beautiful black bastard, suck it!"

Hands entangled in his kinky hair, legs straight up and

wide apart, she shoved her throbbing cunt at him, smearing

his face with her love juices.

"Sweet cunt . . . sweet cunt," he murmured, his tongue

flicking furiously over the lips of her pussy; his thumbs

pulling them back and apart, exposing her distended clit.

He clamped his mouth on it.

"Oh, yes, yes, yessss! Eat me!" she panted, her hips

bouncing, thrusting lewdly at him. She was on fire! She

tugged at his shirt, helping him, as he tried to undress

without taking his mouth from her watering cunt. It was the

sweetest pussy he had ever eaten and he wasn't about to let

it loose. He sighed in her cunt as his cock leaped free from

the restraining pants.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Don't stop eating me!

Suck harder." Her body jerked and churned as his snake-like

tongue probed her heated pussy, twisting up and around.

Electric shivers rippled from her toes to her brain as each

swish, over her super-aroused clit, sent waves of pleasure

crashing over her. Cuntjuice leaked like hop sap in between

her asscheeks. She was flowing like a river. Having her

pussy sucked by a black man - a complete stranger - was

making her pop like a machine gun. Bam! Bam! Bam! Cum!

Cum! Cum! She saw his black arms around her legs, holding

her cunt wide, the contrast startling; exciting. She humped

her cunt harder against his mouth.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Com'on, you gotta fuck me!

Stick that black cock in me! Fill me up with black cum!"

"You honky bitch!" he yelled. "I'll fill you, all

right. It's gonna come out your mouth! I'm gonna fuck you

ragged!"

"Yeah! Fuck me ragged! Make me cum!"

He pushed away from her. Her eyes opened in amazement.

It was the biggest, blackest, thickest cock she had ever

seen. Bigger than either of her two Golden boys. She licked

her lips hungrily; her body trembling in anticipation. He

waved the huge fuckpole at her. "Well, sweetness, what do

you say now?" his voice taunting.

She pulled her legs up and back to her tits in reply.

The Black giant smiled. "You're somethin' else, baby.

A real fuckin' machine. Gonna give it to you slow and easy

like, an inch at a time; make you beg for it."

"It's you who's going to beg, my big black buck. My

pussy's going to gobble you up and squeeze you dry. You're

going to cum like never before. Stick it to me, big man.

You're in for the ride of your life!"

Angrily, he rammed his cock forward!

In the end, he cried and begged for mercy; his cock

sore and swollen. He had lost count of the times he came;

his mind boggled with the pleasure, the pain, her squirming,

ever juicy, cunt gave him.

She wouldn't let him go soft. He'd pop and she'd be right

there to suck him hard again; or massage him with her powerful

cunt muscles - she had actually jerked him off, just using them and

nothing else. Her throat seem to go on forever, taking every

inch of his huge prick in; a fiery vacuum that sucked him dry,

wringing the very life force from his body. His cum coated her

throat, her face, her tits; everywhere she could smear it.

She gloried in it. She had jerked his cock up and down with

a strength that he found unbelievable. Her grip was actually

painful.

And her ass! Her perfect ass! Twin globes of flesh

hiding a secret valley; the pink, puckered asshole beckoning

to him; grasping, clutching, pulling him deep inside her;

all the way in to her hot bowels. He had almost passed out

when he came.

He lay quietly beside her; the images of them floating

softly in his mind, her body nestled against his, an arm

draped over his chest. Her color was vivid against his. A

startling thought occurred to him. He wasn't angry anymore.

Not at himself, not at all the White people, not at the

world. He was at peace. He marveled at the strange feeling

of serenity. When had it occurred? How?

"Feeling better?" she asked, her face framed by the

wild tangle of her raven hair; serene and beautiful. He

nodded his head, suddenly afraid to speak.

"You had a lot of anger in you! Is it all gone now?"

"How did you know?"

She shrugged, her tits moving delightfully as she did.

He had made her cum in a gush just by sucking on those

beauties. Like a Mother's love.

"Does it matter? The only thing that counts is that

you're no longer angry at the world. You're at peace."

"Yeah," he said in astonishment. "I am. I really am."

"It's the doctrine of pleasure. The hope for all

mankind."

He didn't know what she was talking about, and didn't

care. He only knew how good he felt. He wished the world

felt this good.

"Hey, I don't even know your name. What is it?"

She smiled a strange smile. "Let's leave that a

mystery." she said. "You know where I live. Feel free to

drop over anytime. Maybe, you'll bring a friend. Male or

female." She winked at the huge, Black, naked man.

"Yeah," he said, a glint in his eye. "Maybe I will."

She spent the rest of the day glorying in herself;

feeling the wonder of her new insight. When had Hubert

given it to her? She didn't know and didn't care. She just

knew she had it, and it was hers to share. In the tub, rich

with bubbles, she touched herself all over acutely aware of

her sensitive body. She tingled, she hummed; she was alive!

Her clit took just two swift strokes of her finger to explode

in another stomach-clinching cum.

Afterwards, she busied herself with her new wardrobe,

admiring her ripe, taut body as she did; her mind drifting over

her sudden wantonness, her passion, her conversion. She felt

wonderfully excited. She had to share.

Nancy! Her neighbor! She would start with Nancy and her

husband and then she would ... take on the world. She smiled at

the wonder of it all. And she had her Guardian Angel to thank.