Archive-name: evil_of_hammondhouse2^5

From: drwho@world.std.com (Patrick Donovan)

Subject: PATRICK DONOVAN: "The Evil of Hammond House" - 2/5

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* Intro *

These stories generally depict consenting relationships between mature, loving people. These are fantasy people who don't have to worry about pregnancy or STDs (herpes, HIV, etc.), that's why they don't always use protection. Don't construe this as tacit permission to do the same. Use your heads and use protection--if not for yourself, for your partners.

And now, on with the show...

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"Passion & Terror"

Upstairs, Angela's pulse was racing. She found herself laying back on the bed next to Carl, her head spinning from all that he was doing to her. Already her t-shirt was up above her ample, grapefruit-sized breasts and Carl's mouth was exploring them with passion. They glistened from his saliva, her dark areola crinkled from the coolness of the air on her moist flesh, her nipples standing firm as he tugged them with his teeth.

She spoke breathily. "Oh, Carl, yessss."

He moaned against her skin in response and squeezed her other breast before moving his hand toward her underpants. Gently it passed over the elastic and glided across the bulge of her mound. Angela raised her hips in anticipation as his fingers slithered down onto the slippery patch of wetness on the front of her knickers. Her sex was already flowing with juices, aroused at the magic of Carl's touch, and he was sliding his fingers up and down into her slit from the outside.

Angela`s breathing escalated and her hips pumped more intensely each time. Carl took this as a signal for his next move and began kissing his way from her breasts towards her sex. Her legs parted as she prepared herself for his mouth. His lips kissed all around the bare skin at the edge of her panties: above the waistband, along the insides of her thighs, finally resting on the center of her passion. She felt him rubbing his lips against her mound and she drove her hips up against him harder and harder. She was so close now, so close and she wasn't even naked yet!

"Oh, Carl! You started without me, how unfair!"

Angela sat bolt upright, totally losing her state of arousal, to see Lisa standing completely nude in the door of the bathroom. Her curly blonde hair was draped over her dazzling shoulders and almost covered her huge 40dd breasts. There was only a smattering of golden silk between her legs, which were far enough apart to make her labia quite visible. Lisa walked towards them, shifting her luscious thighs back and forth. It was quite apparent to Angela why Carl had found her so hard to resist.

Lisa Bonham had been a component of the group since the beginning. She had been Carl's girlfriend when he met Robert during their sophomore year. She was from San Diego and had met Carl on a family vacation to Kingston. When Carl came to ECSU for his studies, Lisa decided the Journalism program there was good enough for her and she joined him. Last year they broke up -- sort of -- so they could see other people, but it was common knowledge that Lisa was in Carl's bed at least one or two weekends a month. With whomever else they shared the bed was a constant topic of discussion.

"Lisa, I wanted it to be a surprise for Angela!" Carl rebuked her.

Angela fumbled to get her shirt back over her bosoms and stood up from the bed.

"Carl, what's going on here?" she asked, her voice quavering.

Her new lover stood up and took her hand.

"Lisa couldn't stay in Brenda's room, not with Robert in there, and she wasn't gonna sleep with that oinker Petri, so I invited her to join us. She's very open-minded about this stuff."

He took Lisa's hand and brought it to Angela's shoulder, who looked on incredulously as Lisa caressed her way gently down towards her breast, swirling around the nipple and clutching the mound of jelly in her palm. Then she lifted Angela's t-shirt and cupped the bare breast in her hand, thumbing the nipple to hardness.

Angela closed her eyes. Yes, it felt nice and Lisa was very beautiful, but this isn't what she wanted. She'd wanted to be with Carl, alone, and to make love with *him*. This kind of experimentation was something she wanted to do later on. Carl had screwed things up, pun intended, and Angela's mood was shattered.

"Carl..." she said, gently putting her hand on Lisa's and pulling slowly it away from her breast. "This isn't what I wanted. I wanted to be with you." She squeezed Lisa's hand lightly, hoping to let her know that she wasn't upset with her. Lisa smiled back knowingly.

"Come on, baby, it'll be great. The three of us, tangled and sweaty, moaning, shaking the bed. Petri'll be steaming when he hears it all the way down the hall."

That did it. Angela understood it all now. Carl had no interest in her at all.

"You bastard. That's all you wanted me for, isn't it? To upset Mark? You don't care about me at all do you?" Angela was getting very upset and tears began to form in her eyes.

"Hey, Angie, I just thought it would be cool to razz Petri. Take his dream girl, fuck her brains out with another girl, make him jealous. If he means so much to you, why don't you go to his room and fuck him?"

Angela turned and stormed towards the door. As she opened it she turned back to Carl. "At least he wants me for who I am," she snapped and left.

Lisa turned to Carl. "That was pretty cruel, you know."

"Not you too, babe," he responded, reaching out to cup her breast.

"Oooo. You sure know how to change the subject, sweetheart," and she pulled his chest to hers, flattening her bosoms against it, and kissed him deeply with her tongue.

Her hands slid down Carl's back and came to his boxers. She began to slip them down, kissing her way down his chest as she went, until she knelt before him. His magnificent erection popped up before her face and she dropped his shorts. He managed to just step out of them before she plunged her mouth over his penis. He moaned loudly as she took it almost all the way down her throat and began bucking his hips while Lisa wrapped one hand around the base of his member. The other hand reached up and cupped the leathery sack that held his testicles. Lisa's mouth was moving hard and fast over him and he was feeling the pressure building within his loins.

Carl Suvega was in heaven already, and the night had only just begun.

Angela's face was wet with tears and burning with anger. How could Carl have been so cruel? How could she not have seen it? No, he was good. Brenda didn't even see it, she was happy for Angela. Carl was very good at manipulation and Lisa's behavior was proof. She would do anything for him, even make love with another woman. Sadly, Angela realized, she probably would have made love with Lisa for Carl too, if he hadn't tried to play that hand so early.

Angela reached for the doorknob to her room, but then stopped herself. She could hear the sounds of moaning and the creaking of wood and metal. Robert. Robert and Brenda were in the middle of intercourse and disturbing their lovemaking was the last thing Angela wanted to do. She looked back down the hall. She couldn't go back to Carl's room. She needed to rest. No, she needed to talk, but Brenda was otherwise occupied.

Mark. She walked on down the hall to Mark's room and tapped on the door.

"Mark?" She waited, then knocked again. "Mark? It's Angela. Can I come in?"

There was no response. Carefully she cracked the door open and peered inside. The light on the nightstand was on, but the bed was empty. Angela slipped into the room and closed the door.

"Mark?" she called softly, her voice still choked from crying.

She walked to the bathroom. The lights were out, but hanging on the door was Mark's bathrobe. This she took and put on, wrapping it around herself and tying it off. She turned on the bathroom light, ran some cold water in the sink, and splashed her face. After wiping herself dry with a towel, she felt much better. Now she could look for Mark.

Angela left the room and headed towards the foyer, completely oblivious to the silhouetted figure that moved in the darkness towards the other end of the hall.

Robert arched his back and squeezed Brenda's arms with ferocity. His whole body shuddered as he emptied his seed into the tight sex of his Asian lover. Underneath him, Brenda could feel the pounding at the base of his erection as he came inside her, his burning semen spurting out in an eruption of passion. At the same time, the muscles of her vagina clenched his member in relentless waves of ecstasy. Her bottom thrust against his penetration, driving him deeper and deeper inside her body.

Together they shook and quivered, trying to sustain the passion for as long as possible, but eventually the surge of orgasm began to fade from their loins and slowly they fell into a loving embrace, their lips joined in a last remembrance of the joy that had just experienced. Slowly they moved apart, Robert's diminishing penis sliding from inside Brenda's saturated mound. His chest brushed against her small breasts and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a sideways embrace.

"I love you, Brenda," whispered Robert.

She touched his face and kissed his lips warmly. "Robert... Robert..." she cooed and lay her head in his arms.

Together they fell into a light sleep, their real life passion transferring into dreams.

Angela crept down the stairs into the foyer. She twirled around, trying to decide where Mark might have gone. The kitchen? Perhaps. No, the living room. She turned and went into the left-hand door in the back wall. At first she didn't see anything, but then as she approached the couch she saw a lone sock-covered foot hanging over the top of it. Mark was laying on his side, sound asleep. On the floor was an empty brandy snifter and a book.

She knelt down in front of him and looked at his face. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. He really was a peaceful, quiet kind of guy. He was very kind and a good friend, Brenda had told her that. Why hadn't she thought of giving him a chance? Angela knew that if she told him what had happened, he would be sympathetic and understanding. Yes, Mark had his problems, but maybe she could be as good for him as he could be for her?

Putting her hand on his shoulder she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. He stirred a little. She whispered again. Mark's eyes fluttered open.

"Angela?" his voice croaked.

"Hi," she responded.

Mark struggled to get up and to shake off the sleepiness he was feeling. That was kind of hard when you've had a bit of brandy. Okay, a *lot* of brandy.

"Wh-what's up?" he asked.

"Sorry to wake you up. I...I needed someone to talk to."

At those words Mark forced off the weariness and blurred vision and motioned for Angela to join him on the couch. She plopped down next to him and began spilling her tale. When the tears started to flow he wiped them away, when she started to shake he put his hand in hers, when she confessed how she really felt about him he pulled her to his chest and caressed her hair. Then she kissed him.

The fire crackled in the silence.

Lisa's breasts swung back and forth like pendulums in the dim light of the nightstand lamp as Carl pounded his manhood into her from behind. Her luscious bottom was raised in the air and Carl's erection slid easily in and out of her blood-swollen lips. His hands clutched the shuddering globes of her cheeks as he hammered himself into her depths. He watched his shaft move back and forth between her buttocks, into the gaping slit just below the rosette of her anus. He slipped a hand down there and began to tease the nether-opening with one of his fingers. Lisa let out a sharp gasp. Then he threw his back and closed his eyes as he began to concentrate on the smooth silkiness of her sex.

Lisa's cornsilk pubic hairs were dripping with lubricant, as were the hairs on Carl's balls and around the base of his penis. Her face was buried into a thick pillow as she stifled her cries. She concentrated on clenching her vagina around him, trying to drive herself over the edge. Then she shoved her fingers down between their bodies and frigged her clitoris as hard and as fast as she could. She had never been able to have a climax during intercourse with anyone, though she could masturbate and come by herself. Something just seemed to hold her back from orgasm during sex. Finally she fell away from Carl, pulling herself off of him, in exasperation.

"Still no luck, babe?" he asked, laying next to her.

"So close, Carl. I was so close."

He rolled onto his back. "Let's try something else," he said and motioned for her to climb on top of him.

She got up to oblige, but her hopes weren't very high. "We've tried it this way before, sweetheart."

"I know babe, but let's give it another chance."

Carl held her as she climbed over him, bracing her shoulders so she could grab hold of his enormous member. She guided the huge mushroom head against her mound, rubbing it into her slit, and then began to descend onto it. Carl looked down between them to witness his penis disappearing into his lover's mons. The warmth and smoothness of her womanhood enveloped him once more and his world began to spin. He felt her hips touch his and he knew then that he was buried completely within her body.

Lisa felt it when the tip of Carl's penis butted the mouth of her womb. He was all the way inside her, stretching her birth canal because he was so big. She started to raise and lower herself, letting their sexes adjust to the new position. She brushed her breasts over his face. Carl's hands slid around her back and then down to her bottom. He squeezed her rear, kneading the muscles and pulling her cheeks open and closed. Lisa could feel her anus being stimulated by the motions and her heat started to rise.

"Oh, Carl. Carl baby, fuck me!" she cried.

Carl lifted her body with his upward thrusts, driving him harder and harder against her cervix. His hands reached further behind her bottom and parted her cheeks. He rubbed a finger along his shaft to lubricate it, then plunged the tip of it into her anus. Lisa yelped with delight as his digit inched its way into her rectum, twisting and twirling inside her. Something was beginning to build inside her and realized that this may actually be the time when she would finally climax with her lover!

As the two of them made love, they became too preoccupied with their passion to notice the movement in the far corner of the room. A dark figure moved quietly out of an open panel and towards the bed, pulling something from inside its black overcoat. It watched intently, through eyes masked in black velvet, as Lisa's bottom moved up and down on top of Carl's rigidness. The scent of sex and sweat and the moans of pleasure and near-ecstasy assaulted the intruder's senses. The sides of Lisa's voluptuous breasts could be seen shaking as the two young people expressed their passion for one another.

"Oh," grunted Lisa. "Oh Carl, yes, yes! So close now, baby. Make me come Carl!"

Carl arched his neck and closed his eyes again to concentrate on what he was doing to his darling Lisa. Her vagina gripped him like a vise as she tried to trigger her orgasm. His thrusts pushed him deeper and deeper into her sex. So hard, she thought, that he would push it right into her womb. The impossible image in her mind, of his glans penetrating her cervix and entering her womb to spill his semen, pushed her right to the edge. She just needed a little more --

There was a noticeable snapping sound. Carl thought it was just the bed creaking, as it had been doing all night. Suddenly he felt Lisa tense up, her body going rigid. Her breathing turned ragged and raspy and Carl felt warmth spreading throughout her loins. Her vagina clasped him tighter than any lover he had ever felt. It pulsed and clutched and gripped him like a blood-pressure cuff.

"Oh baby, Lisa, you did it! You're coming, oh baby!" he cried out and opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

Carl's expression turned from one of passion to one of horror as he witnessed the most grotesque thing he had ever seen. A trickle of blood leaked from Lisa's quivering mouth and dripped off her chin onto her breast. But that drop was only a pinpoint compared to the mass of blood flowing from the open wound below. The X-shaped steel point of an arrow protruded several inches from her chest, right between her beautiful breasts. Blood pumped quickly around the shaft and ran in rivers down her stomach and over her mound, coating their sexes.

"C-Carl..." she croaked, "I-I..."

Lisa Bonham never spoke another word.

She toppled sideways, slipping off his penis with an audible 'pop', and thudded on the floor. She spasmed one or two more times before exhaling a last gurgling breath, then her once bright blue eyes dimmed with lifelessness. Carl tried to cry out, but his voice was gone. Sheer terror overtook him at the sight of her life ending so abruptly and so violently, her beautiful nakedness now marred by the blood and the deathly stillness of her body.

"Lisa..." he hissed, "oh my God, Lisa..."

Slowly realization dawned on Carl that there was a presence in the room. The dark image he had fleetingly seen when Lisa fell to the floor. His shaking head turned with fear to look upon his lover's murderer. Standing in the minimal light was person in a long black overcoat, face covered by a black cloth mask with slits for the eyes, and a black broad-rimmed hat. In the killer's hands was a crossbow, now reloaded, and it was pointing straight for Carl's face. Carl began to crawl backwards.

"No, don't. Please don't!" he begged, backing up towards the headboard.

There was a click and a flash. Fortunately for Carl he had little time to register the impact that slammed his head back against the wall. The tip of the bolt had pierced his skull, driven his head against the wall, and passed through the back of his head into the wood paneling. It held him there, suspended in a kneeling position at the head of the bed, his blood-streaked penis still erect. Carl's death throes caused him to spill the seed he had been preparing for Lisa's womb. His member throbbed and spat several ropes of thick, white semen onto the bedspread before it began to fall into flaccidness. Then the brain, of which ECSU, MIT, NASA, Lisa and Carl himself had been so proud, switched off.

The stranger tucked the crossbow back under his coat and moved towards Lisa's body. She had fallen on her side, facing away from him. He knelt down, reached between her breasts, carefully unscrewed the tip of the arrow, and then extracted the shaft from her body. After putting the projectile away he turned Lisa onto her back and slid his arms underneath, then lifted her up. Her head turned toward his velvet-masked face. Her eyes, wide open but lifeless, caught his glance and something like sadness seemed to creep into his gaze.

"I'm truly sorry, miss," whispered the killer through his mask, "but I need your help."

He adjusted his grip on her body until he regained his balance and then headed for the secret panel in the corner. Lisa's breasts and buttocks shook as he carried her across the floor, but there wasn't anyone around to appreciate the sensuality of their movement. Her killer wasn't interested in anything Lisa could have offered him in that way. His desires were far more personal and subtle than sexual pleasure.

The flames had died down quite a bit since they arrived that night, but there was still enough flame left to cast a beautiful glow around Angela's breasts. She lay on her back, sprawled out in the middle of a white sculpted rug. The fibers were smooth against her bare back and bottom. Her panties and t-shirt lay above her head, having been tossed carelessly onto the dark red wood floor. Mark stood before her, slipping down the last of his clothes: his gray sweatpants. His erection stood out for her to see, his balls hanging in a tight little bag beneath it. The orange light cast distorted shadows of his penis on the back of the couch. Suddenly the shadow moved downwards, towards the shadow of Angela's raised knees, which parted for him.

Angela's light skin seemed to make her blend with the rug, but the dark forest of hair between her legs stood out like a beacon to Mark's senses. As her legs parted he could see her labia spreading open, glistening like a waterfall, mesmerizing him as he knelt over her. Her arms reached out to embrace him, pulling him down to lay on top of her, crushing her breasts, and she pressed her lips as tightly against his as she could. She wanted him to overwhelm her with his passion so she could forget what had happened upstairs, and when she felt Mark's erection brushing against her mound, the name Carl Suvega was the furthest thing from her mind.

Mark's tongue gently pushed its way into Angela's mouth, swirling around and caressing her tongue. Her hands roamed down his back and over his bottom. She broke their kiss and lunged her head upward to grasp his earlobe in her teeth. Mark gasped and then returned the pleasure. After kissing all over her ears, he drew a line down her throat and neck to her collarbone. Angela gulped several breaths of air as Mark's attentions sent her into dizziness.

"Mark...Mark," she gasped as his mouth moved past her breastbone to plunge down onto her right bosom.

Angela shifted underneath him as his mouth slid over her nipple. His lips brushed it again and again to make it hard, then his teeth brushed it and grabbed softly at it and then tugged it harder. She arched her back and grunted as loud as she dare. Mark grasped her other bosom and kneaded it, then pinched the nipple between his knuckles. Finally, he switched his oral attentions to it. Angela's whole body shook as he feasted on her breasts.

Leaving her chest ravaged and moist, Mark's line of kisses moved on down past her tummy and to the top of her pubic mound. He drew his lips along the top side of her triangle of dark silk, then along the insides of her legs. He ran them along the short stretch of her exposed buttocks and then brushed them in a quick motion over her open labia. The scent of her arousal was beginning to affect him, intoxicating him more than the brandy ever could, and Angela's whispered passions were begging him to go deeper.

Mark wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her legs apart. His hands reached in and pulled her sex open, spreading her labia wide and showing him the deep shaft of her vagina. His tongue started to draw circles around the inside of her slit, occasionally stopping to flick her swollen clitoris, and Angela began to shift her hips in sympathy to his motions. Slowly Mark pushed his tongue further in as it swirled around, plunging deeper and deeper into her birth canal. Her breathing grew harder and faster as she visualized his tongue sliding all the way up to the entrance of her uterus, then she felt something that made her lift her bottom off the rug: Mark had slid a finger in between her buttocks, spreading her juices around, and plunged it into the wrinkled pucker of her anus about an inch. She flung her hands down to his head and grasped it firmly, then arched, bucked and gasped as his appendage wriggled its whole way into her bottom. Now both orifices of her private place were filled and she was rocketing heavenward.

"Mark, uh, oh, Mark..." she grunted, pulling him hard against her sex and grinding it into his face. She could feel her insides twisting into a gathering storm that would soon burst into a hurricane of orgasmic release. Her juices were already beginning to flow and the muscles of her vagina were starting to spasm uncontrollably. Any moment now she would come, and there would be nothing to save Mark from her burning passion.

Mark could sense her impending climax from the quivering walls of her rectum and from the increased flow of her lubrication over his face and chin. He raised a thumb to her clitoris so he could plunge his tongue in as far into her vagina as it would go, then began spinning the finger inside her bottom around and around in big circles to stimulate every nerve she had. This concerted attention pushed Angela Smith over the edge and into the cavernous valley of sexual ecstasy.

She lifted her buttocks completely off the ground and kept them raised, rotating them in time to the waves of her climax. She wanted to restrain herself from screaming, but the pleasure was too intense. At the last second her hand flew to her mouth and shoved a fist in.

"Uhn, Uhhhn! Mark! Ohhhh God! Yes!" she cried in a muffled voice.

Mark was nearly overwhelmed by Angela's passionate outburst. His finger was being clenched relentlessly inside her rectum and her gyrating sex was spreading lubricant all over his face. One hand still held the back of his head while she came, forcing it with incredible strength into her quivering mons. Her explosion seemed to go on and on as Mark pleasured her, but slowly, very gradually, the intensity of his lover's orgasm subsided, and her hips lowered themselves to the ground. Soon after, Angela's intense breathing and the occasional snapping ember from the fire were all that could be heard.

Some time later Angela's fingers were twirling around in Mark's hair as his head lay warmly against her sex, his cheek brushing against her chestnut bush. He could still hear her heartbeat as blood raced through the veins and arteries near her loins, but it wasn't nearly as loud or as fast as it had been just after her orgasm. Then it had been like a powerful ship's engine, throttle full open. Now it seemed peaceful, gentle, restful, almost hypnotic.

"Mark?"

"Yes?" he answered quietly, so as not to disturbed the serenity of the moment.

She sat up, then turned herself onto her knees. Mark did the same. As they embraced, her breasts pressed against him, sending warmth into his body and soul. His penis began to stir and Angela could feel it starting to grow against her pubic hair. His hands dropped to her luscious bottom, clutching it tenderly in his hands. She wrapped her arms around his back and drew him down for a kiss. A long, wet and hot french kiss that caused his temperature to rise, as well as his member. Their silhouette against the fire was beautiful. Two naked forms embraced, kissing in the dim firelight, preparing for the next step in their act of lovemaking.

"Mark, now..." she asked, brushing her kisses over his ear.

His heart seemed to skip a beat as the woman he had desired for so long, but could never seem to grab a hold of, lay back and offered herself to him. Tentatively he reached out and caressed her raised knees.

"Angela, I-I've never..."

"It doesn't matter, Mark," she consoled him.

He reached out for the bathrobe she had taken from his room and fumbled through the pockets. After a moment he pulled out a thin square packet and began to tear it open. Angela smiled.

"You've had that in there all the time?" she asked.

"The whole trip," he said with a shaky voice, and then added: "Call it wishful thinking."

She laughed and then sat back up, reaching out for the packet.

"Actually, It tells me that you're very special to be so considerate."

Mark handed her the square and watched as she opened it the rest of the way.

"The last thing I need is to be a father the first time I make love with a woman, especially you."

Angela caressed his member, making it swell and throb. She reach underneath and cupped his testicles, the source of new life, massaging them tenderly. A drop of pre-come appeared at the tip of his penis and she leaned forward, gently licking the tip of his glans and removing the liquid. Mark gasped and shuddered. Then she slowly rolled the ridged, lubricated condom down the length of his seven inches and checked to make sure there was space at the tip for him to come in. Already the thought of him climaxing was making her wet and she played the image of his bare erection squirting its contents inside her over and over in her mind. Then his words triggered another thought, this time about a baby. Angela knew it was crazy, but the thought of her belly growing with a new life inside her made her even wetter. She imagined her womb expanding, stretching to hold the body of a new human being. She pictured the child emerging from her birth canal and then the doctor laying it in her arms, letting it suckle at her breast. And in all the scenes she pictured Mark standing with her, holding her hand, holding her child. How strange that she should envision him so easily, even though they had never been close before.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, seeing the far-away look in her eyes.

She blushed and looked down. "Nothing, just...imagining."

After releasing his penis, Angela lay back on the rug. Mark fell in place next to her and they faced each other on their sides. Their arms snaked around one another and deep, passionate kissing ensued. They rolled on the rug together, changing positions and kissing ears, cheeks, necks, throats and chests. She moaned as his mouth once again found her nipples. He suckled like an infant and the image of a baby feeding at her bosom flashed through Angela's mind once more.

"Mark, Mark..." she moaned.

His mouth moved downward, passing around her navel and arriving at her mound. Angela raised her hips and brushed it against his mouth. He kissed her sex several times, but she didn't need to be made wet, she was already well-lubricated. Surprised at her readiness, Mark looked up into her eyes: she had been ready for a long time and now she wanted him. Compelled by the pleading look in her eyes, Mark moved up between her legs on his knees and leaned over her body. Her arms reached up to embrace him and he lowered himself on top of her, sliding his hands under her back to hold her shoulders. Angela's hips shifted and swirled as Mark moved his pelvis, trying to aim his penis for her opening. Soon she felt the rigid tip of his head probing her slit and she pulled her hips back just a bit, allowing it to plunge right into her sex. They both gasped simultaneously.

After a moment of rest, Mark began to push his erection further into Angela's vagina. Slowly he moved it back and forth, easing it into her silky passage. She felt his width pushing her sex open wide. It pumped ever so gently in and out of her, moving deeper into her body. Soon it would penetrate all the way inside her, touching her most intimate depths, and Angela began shaking with anticipation. Mark raised himself above Angela's body. This shifted his position inside Angela and he slid the rest of the way in, bottoming out against her cervix.

"Oh!" she cried out, then looked up into his eyes to let him know she was all right. She could feel the fullness of his manhood within her birth canal, the tip of his penis nestled against the portal to her womb.

Firmly Mark began to thrust inside her. Angela's body went with him, offering no resistance to his movements. Her breasts shook and bounced with each motion, adding to the sensuality of her nakedness. She even began to exhale in gasps with each thrust. Then she could feel his balls hitting against her buttocks, making smacking sounds as the moisture from her vagina began to spread around her cheeks and down into her anus.

"Angela," he hissed. "Angela, God this is so wonderful."

Her eyes met his and in them she could see determination, passion, and something else. "Mark, what are you feeling?"

He lifted his right hand and touched the side of her face, brushing back her hair. "Warmth. Pleasure."

"Anything else?" she wanted to know what that other emotion was that she saw in his eyes.

"Joy?" he responded, as if he was unsure.

Angela raised her hips and began to set up a counter-thrusting motion, meeting his loins with her own each time he pushed into her. Mark picked up the pace of intercourse, but Angela kept up with him. Soon they were making love in a blur, the shaft of his penis pistoning back and forth inside her womanhood. He was very close to coming and almost went over the edge, but instead dropped his thrusting to almost nothing, slowing down the pace of their passion dramatically. He lay his chest against her breasts and they writhed on the floor in the disappearing firelight, kissing deeply and lovingly as their bodies twisted into a single soul.

Mark kissed her ears and neck, whispering to her, while she scratched his back, nearly bringing blood to the surface of his skin.

"Angela, sweet Angela...love you."

She threw back her head and tightened her vaginal muscles, gripping him with all her might. Her bottom began to buck upwards and her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. Mark dove onto her breasts, kissing and tugging hard at her nipples.

"Yes! Oh Mark, Yes! I love you too!" she cried as her body shivered, wracked with powerful orgasms.

Mark's pace increased for the last mile, thrusting deeply into his beautiful Angela's center of love. He felt the tensions of climax building behind his testicles, up inside his body. Fluids began to churn within his loins and his penis began to swell. His quivering buttocks moved quickly up and down in the amber glow of the coals on the hearth and Angela's breasts rolled like waves, nipples firm as gumdrops. He held her shoulders and her hands ran to his bottom, clenching his cheeks and pulling him deeper into her sex.

"Angela, Angela!" he howled as the moment he had been dreaming of ever since he met her arrived.

Mark felt it first as a burning sensation just beneath his scrotum, then as a series of pulses at the base of his erection. Angela could then feel them as his whole penis began to throb. His breathing became almost like screams as he started to come. Down the pipe of his urethra came the most incredible orgasm he had ever had. The tip of the condom suddenly puffed out as jets of hot, creamy-white semen started to spill into it. More and more came, forcing the fluid to spread down around the shaft of his penis.

Angela could feel the warmth spreading throughout her loins as Mark released his seed. Her mind raced with the image of it spurting against her cervix, then of the millions of little sperm from Mark's testicles swimming furiously into her womb, searching for her monthly egg. The whole baby fantasy passed through her mind again and the image of Mark's presence in it was even stronger than before. This increased her pleasure and arousal and triggered an unexpected orgasm, which swept over her like a tidal wave. Just as the contractions of Mark's prostate gland began to die down, Angela convulsed underneath him and her vagina crushed his now-shrinking member. Soon their waves of climax were dying together and Mark fell slowly against her glistening breasts, kissing her tenderly.

Minutes later they slid apart and Mark lay his head on her bosom. She caressed his face and whispered his name several times, while he lay his left hand near her mound and, as Angela realized before she fell asleep, near her womb as well.

Brenda moaned as Robert rubbed another palmful of warm oil into the smooth skin of her back. His naked body was astride hers, resting on her small but firm bottom. She could feel the roughness of his scrotum pressing against the cleft of her buttocks and the shaft of his erect penis between them. His hands worked the body oil into her tinted skin, making it silky and slippery to his touch. Slowly he brought them down her spine and flanks, then back up again along the sides of her breasts. Eventually he worked his way to Brenda's delicious behind, of which Robert was so fond.

"I've been waiting for this all week," he said joyously.

"Mmmm. Do you think you're the only one?" she asked, lifting her head off the pillow.

Robert chuckled and poured more of the oil into his hand. Gently he applied it to Brenda's smooth globes, kneading it into her beautiful round backside. Easily he worked his fingers down the split between her cheeks, spreading the warmth of the liquid everywhere. As he closed in on her forbidden spot, she raised her rump in the air to help him out. Robert could see Brenda's forest of pitch-black silk and the entrance to her birth canal, as well as the tiny brown flower of her anus, waiting to bud at his touch. He used on finger to smear the oil over her sphincter, watching it open in close in response to his caress. He applied another drop of the love oil to his finger and let it drip into her opening, then he eased the tip of his index finger inside her bottom. Brenda gasped loudly, feeling the digit worming its way into her rectum.

"Oh, God...Robert," she groaned.

Once it was all the way inside her, Robert began pumping it back and forth until it moved easily. Brenda had been learning to relax her muscles and accept his fingers inside her, because tonight was going to be the first time she would take his member inside that part of her body. She had been looking forward to it all week, knowing that Robert was very fond of that kind of loving, but she had been worried that he might be just too big for her. That was why they had been working on getting several fingers inside her all week. Last night they had got three and she almost came from it. Now all he had to do tonight was loosen her up and then they could make love.

Within ten minutes Robert had three clustered fingers buried inside Brenda Xu's anus. She was rocking back and forth, shoving herself over his hand while he twisted and turned his appendages inside her. He could feel the smooth and slippery walls of her rectum with his finger tips. They were fluttering and squeezing, trying to force him out. Slowly, so as not to hurt Brenda, he slid his hand out of her bottom. Then he squirted more oil on his hand.

"Are you ready, Bren?" he asked.

Her voice quavered. "Yes, yes, now Robert."

He moved up behind her body and she spread her legs apart to lower herself into position. Robert clasped his erection with his oiled hand and began to caress it, slicking it up carefully. Then he spread the last of the oil into her anus and put the tube away. He grabbed the base of his penis and guided the head towards her buttocks, wedging it between them. Then he took his hands and parted her cheeks, opening the flower of her bottom, and used his thumb to guide his glans to it. Brenda could feel his swollen cockhead touching her nether opening. The lubricant made it easier than she thought and the helmet-tip of his manhood began to disappear inside the sphincter.

"Uhn, Robert. Oh God, it's going in!"

Her lover put his hands on her hips and slowly pulled her back over his penis. He watched as her beautiful Asian body glided back over him, her beautiful smooth globes, parted in the middle, consuming his manliness. He seemed so huge compared to the width of her body, it was amazing that he could fit inside her at all, but in just about a minute it was completely swallowed by her rectum and now lay nestled within her lower intestine.

"Oh, Bren. God this is incredible. You're so tight. Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"No, Robert," she gasped, "it's wonderful, it's so wonderful."

He began to pump his hips, sliding the shaft back and forth inside her. The more he moved the more she was able to relax her muscles, and then she started to use what she had learned all week and began to clench her anus around him, driving him mad.

Soon they found a perfect rhythm for their congress and pleasures were running high. His testicles were slipping and sliding against her dripping vulva. Brenda's hand wandered to her swaying breasts, clutching them and pinching her nipples, then Robert took over that duty for her, so her hand slid directly to her sex. She found her throbbing clitoris and began to massage it. Momentarily she was frigging it hard and fast, driving herself right over the precipice without stopping. Her body began to buck and jerk in tremendous convulsions and Robert felt his penis being clamped and crushed by the muscles of her bowels. Her gasps and grunts were absorbed by the pillow her face was buried into, but none of it was lost on Robert. He listened intently for every 'Robert' and 'love you' she uttered and thrust deeper with each one. Soon he felt his own pleasure centers beginning to stir and the moment of his joy was soon at hand.

"Oh, Bren, my God, Bren. I'm coming Bren, I'm coming! God damn it!"

He reached for the base of his penis and held it as he pulled out of Brenda's body. Quickly she flipped onto her back and slid down so that he was between her legs. He beat his erection furiously and his balls jiggled and slapped against her sex. His member swelled before her eyes and the head looked like it was going to burst, then it did. The eye-slit of his urethra opened and the first of several jets of semen sprayed out of it, sending a foot-long rope of ejaculate across the side of Brenda's face and throat. Another gush spattered his reproductive fluids across both her breasts. Then he aimed higher and sent a stream of his passion into her open mouth and down her chin. Several more spurts scattered semen across her bosoms, tummy and, finally, the last pulses of his orgasm created puddles of his love in her thick pubic hair forest. Moments later, his penis was limp and he was exhausted. He toppled onto his side, next to his loving Brenda. She lay there, panting almost as much as he was, covered in semen and sparkling like a Christmas tree in the light of the small table lamp. They let themselves rest and breath for a while, worn out from the night of intimacy and love.

"Robert, Robert," she moaned after several minutes went by.

He turned on his side to see her eyes, blazing with passion, staring directly into his own. He caressed her face.

"I love you, Robert. I love you more than anyone I've ever known. Why are you so good to me? Why do you make such good love to me?"

He kissed her softly on the lips, savoring the sweetness of her lips mixed with the saltiness of his come.

"Because I love you as much as you love me. You mean more to me than anything, Brenda. No one can ever take away what we have."

They began kissing and touching again, cooing and whispering to each other. They looked over each other's bodies and wondered how they could have given and taken such punishment in one night.

They lay together for several more minutes, holding each other, but Brenda was beginning to feel grimy and sticky from all the passion and she thought a quick shower would help her relax and get her ready to sleep. Robert told her he would take one after her and then they would go out and fetch a few more sheets to replace the ones they had soiled with sweat, oil and semen. Brenda rolled off the bed and Robert watched her swaying bottom as she walked toward the bathroom. She turned to him and blew a kiss, passed a hand over her breast in a teasing manner and disappeared through the door, closing it partway. It was the last time she would ever see Robert Koss alive.

Angela's eyes flickered open. She groggily looked for a clock and saw that the one on mantle said 2:15. Realizing they were still in Dr. Hammond's living room, she stirred her lover and then tried to accumulate her underclothes and the bathrobe she had stolen from Mark. The two of them dressed as quickly as they could and straightened the rug, then their hair, trying to make things look as normal as possible. They turned on other lamps in the room and looked around for anything they might have left behind. Mark put the brandy snifter back on the side table and disposed of the condom, still filled with his semen, in the fire place, watching it crackle, hiss and wither. Then Angela handed him his book and they headed for the door to the foyer, with plans to spend the rest of the night in Mark's comfortable bed. As they were leaving, though, Mark looked back at the fireplace.

"What is it?" she asked, realizing he'd stopped.

"It's that picture, the one above the fireplace."

"What about it?"

"There's something odd about it, something familiar."

They walked back towards it.

"You know," started Angela, "it's funny, but I noticed Dr. Hammond looking at that picture a lot when we were in here before. I didn't really pay any attention to it because we were all so exhausted and nervous."

The portrait was of three people, a man (obviously Dr. Hammond, but with dark hair instead of gray), a woman (his wife?) and a teenage girl (their daughter?).

Mark's eyes suddenly widened, then so did Angela's.

"Oh my God!" they said in unison.

"Th-That woman --" Mark stammered.

" -- looks like me!" concluded Angela.

Mark walked closer to the picture. "She's a lot older than you, but she sure does have a lot of your features. Look at her nose and the shape of her eyes."

Angela assented. "She looks even more like my older sister, Lucy."

"If you age that well, I'll be a lucky guy!" joked Mark. Angela just stared.

"Did you notice how Dr. Hammond looked at me when he first saw me?"

"Yeah, and when he left us upstairs, after Lisa asked that idiotic question about his family. I wondered what his deal was. That's why I was beginning to get creepy feelings about this place."

Mark looked around the room and then seemed lost in thought. Angela waited for a moment to see what he was thinking, but suddenly the silence was pierced by a heart-stopping scream.

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