Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 07:06:13 -0500
From: pensuwana lacrox <slacrox@mail.com>
Subject: angelina the lesbian sorceress part 4 by pensuwana

So when I get home I phone Horace and tell him, "I just talked to Willard
Moss, owner of Micro-Systems, Inc, in San Jose, they're going to issue a
billion in stock, which I'm going to invest in all of it, my research
tells me they're setting on top of a revolutionary way of increasing the
speed of computing by 10 times, their stock will rise to between 20-25 a
share, until they improve on it, then who knows how high it will go. I
want the 1st billion, but after the 1st jump, it'll be a great long term
investment, because they'll keep improving on it, I figure it'll top out
at 40-55 a share."

"I hate to tell you this Jean, but you've gotten yourself a dead company
in Micro-Systems, they've been in business 6 years and their stock has
never moved worth looking at, it originally sold for $1.50 a share, and
will probably drop to 50 cents after they issue a billion more."

"You told me you wanted to know my actions, so I've told you, Horace, I
know I'm right, but you do what you think is best."

Another evening when Chad was here studying, now for his finals, and I am
in the process of investing a billion in that stock, he looks over my
shoulder, sees the figure and after he chokes he asks, "Does that mean
you just spent a billion, on one companies stock."

"Sure does, and in a few months, watch what I get in return."

Over this length of time I suddenly find any number of great short time
investment opportunities, pass them on to Horace and my growing client
list, and drop anywhere between a few thousand to a few million on each
one, during this also there is a meeting called at the office, so I
naturally go to it, and once we're all seated, Horace tells them all,
"This adorably sweet young lady is Angelina Jean Marie Von Richten, or
Jean, as she likes to be called, people Jean has the strongest and most
reliable constant short term investment increase record of any of you, to
date she has yet to miss call a stock, and any clients who are allowing
her to govern their investments, have nothing but praises for her. Jean
if you will tell us how many you have that you're waiting for the right
time to sell, and the total amount of money that is involved."

"I have 10 companies I have invested clients, and my own capital in, for
a total of 300 billion dollars, and according to my research, we should
realize close to 800 billion back. If I may inject this thought, not bad
for a 19 year old girl who most clients will not consider having for
their broker, and the only clients I have are those who none of you
wanted...and they're adding to their fortune every time I invest for them."

So after the meeting ends Horace asks me, "Jean will you please come into
my office, there are a few clients I want to talk to you about." Horace
is 55, widowed no children, and I find today he's more aware then I
previously thought him capable of, when he tells me, "You know you are a
genius at this game, it will not be long before you'll have all the
clients you can handle, I want to give you as much assistance as I can,
and for that I want very little from you, you can see your way clear to
give me what I want from you."

Horace had walked around behind my chair and had his hands rubbing my
shoulders, neck and slipping down my front to cover my tits with them,
leaning over, turning my head and kissing my lips with a sweet soft light
open lip tongue filled kiss, that created an instant and more than
obvious orgasm from me, and without thinking I put my arms around him and
pull Horace down to me, when he pulls away he says, "Meet me later around
5 at my home...here's the address, pull around on back, and come in the
back door...I'll have it open for you."

So I get up walk to the door, lock it, walk back to him, unzip his pants,
smiling all the time, I sweetly say, "After a promise of what's to come
later." Kneeling before him and sucking his cock between my lips, through
my mouth and down my throat, holding it there as I tighten my throat
muscles making it feel to Horace like I'm fucking his prick with my
throat, pulling back so the head of his prick is just between my lips, in
time for him to ejaculate a gushing stream of bitter/sweet cum into my
mouth, I milk him dry, zip up his pants, stand up, kiss his cheek, and he
pulls my lips to his and kisses them, then says, "I'll look forward to
tonight."

"As I shall also, bye now."

As I walk through the back door of Horace's house, I hear, "In here
sweetie, you do drink scotch."

Walking into the living room as I reply, "Single malt, single or double
barrel..., oh, yes, and may I smoke." "Yes, of course does the smell of a
cigar bother you."

"No, not at all, in fact I enjoy smoking them too, may I."

Almost laughing he replies, "Here my dear, let me light it for you."

After we're settled Horace tells me, "Now please do not panic over what
I'm about to say, but Jean, you are an amazing young lady, a real genius,
graduated from high school at 11, the best short term investing broker
I've ever seen or had working for me, the way you operate it is almost as
if you can see into the future...truly an enigma, only 15, pass easily for
19, act more like 25, and with the talent of a seasoned prostitute...you
have no idea of how long I've wanted you."

"I'm not that difficult to approach why has it taken so long...certainly
not my age because you know me well enough, that you have nothing to fear
there."

"To be honest with you, no I do not feel as though I know you that well,
so convince me."

"You hired me, you've taken a special interest in me, been of infinite
help to me, especially now that I see you also know how young I am, so
why would I cause my benefactor a problem and find myself out looking for
another position, and worse not being able to, because of you having to
defend yourself, I suppose I'd be behind bars myself for false statements
to the board for licensing Brokers, Horace darling you've held the
winning hand all this time...but none of that is important to me just much
as knowing you want to fuck me so badly you've waited this long just to
be sure of my response, and why not, like most young women power and
wealth influences my thoughts a great deal also. I must warn you before
you fuck me, I have limited experience, and tend to become overly excited
during being fucked, so if I become too much for you to handle, please
tell me, and I'll try to tone down my excitement and physical
responses...Horace my darling as you've no doubt realized by now, I'm
having orgasms that are strengthening and will soon over power me, please
my love, fuck me."

That's all I needed to say, and sooner than I expected we are naked and
laying on his bed with his cock sliding effortlessly back and forth deep
within my ever so sloppy, dripping, wet cunt, in the slowest thrusting of
his precious prick in me that I've yet experienced, driving me totally,
wildly, wantonly insane, crying, moaning, wailing, humping my as to his
plunges and withdrawals as Horace smoothers my lips with his, pulling
away to whisper in my ear, "Oh...Jean you feel so wonderfully satisfying...so
fulfilling and pleasing."

Lasting far longer than I believed he could, and me not holding his
ejaculation back at all after ever so long he moans, and ejaculates a
load of semen deep within my cunt. Slowly I recover enough to tell
Horace, "Your wife was a very fortunate woman, you are marvelous simply
fantastic."

"That's quite a complement coming from such a young woman as yourself,
but of course I have no way of knowing how much experience you've had."

"Only 3 men since I was 11, the 3 of them almost the same amount of time,
but they are younger, and far rougher, not the smoothness only age and
years of experience can give a man."

"Such a nice way of telling me I'm getting old, thank you love, let's
have another drink and smoke while you tell me the parts of you, that I
do not know about."

"You must know my parents are a lesbian couple, I'm adopted, they own a
ladies fashion house, I've been designing teenager and young adult
clothing since I was 8, went full time after I graduated, got into the
brokerage business to help them, but I enjoy it so much now it is my main
work, fashion is more of a hobby with me, you know I have a photographic
memory, 100% recall, a speed reader, and an IQ that sounds impossible to
believe, love vintage cars, and hope to have a collection soon, but I'm
going to cheat by just buying a collection and garage man to care for
them. I never drink too much, nor do I smoke except when I'm with a man.
I also am a nymphomaniac with a touch of masochism...but in my studies of
human behavior I believe we all have some masochism in us, my real
problem is my nymphomania...it is embarrassing to me at times, because I've
been having steady orgasms ever since I sucked your cock in your
office...no that's not right either, they started the second you asked me
in there because I knew what you really wanted from me, fortunately
they've been light ones and I could work through them. My heritage is
Caribbean island native Carob and something else which I do not know.
I've been this size sine I was 10, so I believe we can say I've grown as
much as I'm going to, and my facial features haven't changed either."

"So you're going to be a living doll all your life...does that cause you to
be sad."

"Oh, my no, I'm the luckiest girl alive, I have 2 wonderful parents who
love me greatly, as I love them, although I was spoiled terribly, some
how I haven't turned into an impossible bitch, but what about you, owner
and manager of the largest brokerage house on the west coast, did you do
it all, or what."

"I worked for ever penny I've got, my parents were nothing to talk about,
they both had nothing jobs, and I grew up knowing I'd be miserably poor
all my life, but some how I caught the affection of a wealthy families
daughter, who disowned her when we married, but I learned to be cultured
from Rose Marie, and from that I got my brokerage license, worked 8 days
a week, 30 hours a day, until I was wealthy enough to start my own
office...poor Rose lived only long enough to see it coming, and died when I
was 30, I tried dating, but kept comparing them to my sweet Rose Marie,
and I've never had a fruitful relationship...possibly, until now. Women
complain men are selfish pigs who are only interested in their own
satisfaction, but in my experiences...women are too, and even worse until
you knelt before me in my office and willingly, expecting nothing in
return, sucked my cock and let me ejaculate in your mouth...and swallowed
it...all of that was a 1st for me...you are a very sweet loving young lady
Jean, so very tender and sweet, and if what you say is the way it is,
then you had orgasms all during you sucking my cock earlier today...will
you do something for me, wash yourself, so I may give you oral sex too, I
haven't done that since Rose Marie died."

"Of course darling, but will you tell me how she died."

"A whole bunch of things had happened almost together Rose had gotten her
license, I'd just opened our office, had 3 brokers working under me, we'd
just closed on a house, we were driving home and a very large truck ran a
red light, and hit us on her side of the car...can we leave it there." "My
poor darling you loved her deeply, no wonder you never found any one
else, not that I can ever replace her, I'll do whatever you want for
you...you can use me in whatever way you wish, of course our relationship
will have to be kept secret and private."

"Do I please you enough for you to do this, or am I getting charity."

"How dare you ask me such a thing, do I look like some one who has to
give my ass away to others for charity, Horace my dearest, you are a
fabulous lover, I told you that before. I will be honest with you,
because of the limited amount of time we'll be together I will see other
men, but as long as I know ahead of time, whenever you want me, I'll be
here. Now let me clean myself, because I'm getting pretty horny myself
again." Much later after we've expended our energies on one another
Horace asks me, "Is there any chance of you working in the office some."

"Let me talk to my parents, you know I'm head of the teenager, and young
adult fashion design shop...which as of now is doing close to half our
business, I cannot leave that if they do not think it to their best
interest for me to be gone."

"You must at some point in time, if you want to be a fully recognized
broker... but I'll yield to whatever decision you come to."

So the next day at work I ask mom and mother, "Mr. Van Demure would like
me to spend some days in the office, is this something that can be worked
out, or will it slow the production in my area."

Mom replies, "Angelina, you have set yourself an impossible task here to
start with, you work here some times 12-16 hours a day, that's why your
production is as high as it is, we would much better see you working a
regular day, except if now you want to work in the office, then why not,
possibly 2 or 3 days a week, let's try it and see how it works out, is
there any other reason he wants you there."

"You seem to be reading my mind now, so tell me what do you see." "Only
that you have another love interest, we knew that when you left last
night, I know you always dress nice, but no one goes to the extent you
did just to do some work."

"He's very satisfying, and fulfilling sexually, he's a dynamo, I'm
surprised some woman hasn't gotten him already, and he knows all about
me, my age and all."

So mother then tells me, "Possibly you'll have enough fucking to keep you
some what pacified now, between Chad and Horace...you aren't thinking of
telling Chad are you."

"No, I look for him to find some collage girl after he starts at
Berkley...and Horace knows I'll continue dating others, if for no other
reason then the limited amount of time we can be together."

It took me the rest of the week to get things lined up so I could be gone
3 days a week, which I decided to start with, Tues, Wed. and Fri. so the
following Tues. I go in the office and the manager tells me, "Mr. Van
Demure told me you were going to try working here a few days a week, so
you'll try Tues. Wed. and Fri., your desk will be this one, and as you
see it's ready for you. Choose your password so no one can get into it,
so since you've been working for us for 2 years you do not need any more
introduction. If you have any questions ask Phil, right here, he'll be
more than happy to assist you."

So a few hours into the day, Phil looks over at my computer screen and
asks, "The dept of agriculture...the weather web site, soil composition in
the wheat belt...what are you doing there."

"These are for my commodities stock, this is how I determine what's going
to happen to certain crops, like rice, wheat, corn, sugar cane...and so
on."

"Are you aware that you trade less than any of us, but have made more
money for your clients, yourself, and Horace than any of us."

"No I haven't had the time to compare...please excuse me, I think I've just
hit another big one."

"Will you mind if I follow you and see how you do it, and although none
of us have a commodities license, can we push our client to you for that
one."

"If it's worth their time and money, sure why not."

So the rest of the day I track the sugar prices and the weather
conditions, looking ahead, which no one can see me do, and by the next
morning I tell Phil, "This is for the ones who have millions to invest,
sugar will triple in price after the harvest...according to my calculations
a dry time at the point where the sugar cane needs water the most is not
forth coming, I personally am going to put a few billion on it, of course
any one, possibly with only a few 100 can do the same, except will their
money be able to set that long, a month at least."

"Do you realize how impossible it is for you to know this, no Jean, I
will not allow any of my clients to take this kind of risk."

So I go in to see Horace, closing the door behind me and locking it, I
say, "I was afraid of this, being here in the office with you only a few
feet away, darling I need you, and now."

"Jean, what do you expect me to do here, and my precious you can't just
lock my door, if some one tries to open it...how do I explain that."

"Oh, shit, here."

So I unlock the door, crawl under his desk, unzip his pants, pull out his
cock and say, "Try to control your emotions darling I need this. "

And suck it deep down my throat. Luckily he ejaculated before any one
came in, and I felt so much better, so did Horace but he was so up tight,
he just asked, "Holy shit, what an experience...you're going to be
difficult not to fall in love with."

"Please don't darling I'm far too young to fall in love with any
one...yet...oh, sugar, all you can put on it, it'll triple in just over a
month when it's harvested this year, and look for the new product from
Micro-systems to be out in 2 weeks, within a month after that we can
start selling, or if any one wants wait another 9 months and reap even
more, I'd better get back to my desk before Phil starts wondering what
I'm doing in here."

Just after the harvest a few of my clients came in the office and at my
desk tells me, "Jean you are a wizard, none of us has ever tripled our
money so quickly...now what about Micro-Systems, I just bought a new
computer and have never seen anything so fast."

"Their stock is at 20 and climbing as soon as it stops, I'm selling."

A few evenings later, now it's summer and Chad is getting ready for
Berkley, as we set in my room he asks, "I've been wondering if I'm going
to be able to continue being true to you after I'm in collage."

"You're not really worrying bout it are you, do you have so little faith
in our relationship to think that will matter, we enjoy one another's
fucking too much to let that be a problem to us, even if you're not...how
can I condemn for being human. Chad my darling it's not as if we are
deeply in love, we like one another too much to fall hopelessly in love."

"You've always stuck to that thought, I hope I can."

"You will especially if our relationship means as much to you as it does
to me."

"How do you feel tonight...I mean about us knocking off a piece."

"I've been setting here at this damn computer trying to concentrate on my
work, having orgasms right and left for the last few hours...so shit baby,
let's fuck."

So as we lay there, me on top, slowly rotating my ass on Chad's cock,
causing us to get really crazy, wildly, passionately, lustfully insane,
especially after his 2nd ejaculation, and as he comes again I pass out,
collapsing on him and not moving. I must have been noisier then usual
because just then mother opens the door, and seeing my naked ass, and me
not moving she asks Chad, "Is Angelina alright."

"She just fainted on me...Angela, I don't have anything on, can you wait."
"Oh god Chad, I'm not going to rape you, let me look at my
daughter...Angel...angel...please honey, wake up."

Some time later as I'm finally coming to, mother and mom, and Chad are
standing next to me on my bed, and mother asks, "How many times have you
passed out during Chad fucking you."

Still dizzy and weak, I ask, "How long was I out."

"About 15 minutes."

"That's never happened before, usually I'm out and in, in less than a
minute...shit darling, could we have pushed ourselves too far this time."
"Except that you scared the crap out of me, and I forgot how beat I
was...we've never gone through 3 ejaculations by me before...Freda, Angel as
you know is a nymphomaniac, well I think it's gotten worse, she tells me
she has orgasms from the time I get here until we finally fuck." "Chad,
maybe you should go home now, we want to talk to Angel alone." "Ok, here
honey let me kiss you good night."

After Chad's gone mom asks me, "Tell us about this orgasmic state you
seem to be in most of the time as it sounds."

"Well put briefly, any time I'm near any man who is thinking toward me in
a sexual way, and I know that by the way they look at me I start having
orgasms, light ones at 1st...building up to where I can't do much of
anything but enjoy them. If I'm with Chad, or Horace, then we fuck and
that naturally takes care of them, unless we stay together for a while
after, then I'm ready to fuck much more."

"1st, how long did you and Chad fuck just now."

"Over 3 hours."

"My god darling you've got to start using some self control, no woman can
stand 3 hours of the kind of orgasms you have during fucking for that
long, you just so completely tired yourself out, you fainted because of
simple loss of strength, but just in case you're going to see Dr.
Phillips as soon as we can get you in." "Mom, I've never been to a Dr.
before." "That's another reason why you should." so in a few days we went
and after a lot of tests Dr. Phillips tells mom and mother, "I wish ever
patent I have was as healthy as Angelina, there is nothing wrong with
her, and there's more, she doesn't even have a normal blood count, pulse,
heart beat, her brain activity is phenomenal, every organ in her body is
functioning better than normal, in fact Angelina is as close to being
perfect as any one could be and not be in heaven if you believe in that
sort of thing...with your permission I'd like to send my results to UCLA
medical for them to verify my findings, she' is one for the medical
books, and as far as her over active sexual activity...she'll grow out of
that. Because of her IQ which has apparently caused all of her functions
to be accelerated according to her biological clock she's still only 14,
but in every out word way she's closer to 20...or even 25 as you know the
time when young women are the most sexually active...but my dear girl you
must curb your sexual activities, at least in the length of time you
spend at it. I'd prescribe something but it will not curb what you want
to do, and it will only deaden your responses, and considering the work
you do, that is not what you want. Do I have your permission."

"No Dr. Phillips, I will not let medical science turn my daughter into a
Ginny pig. Thank you, I guess we've got our answers."

So back home they tell me, "I guess if you don't get enough from whatever
man is fucking you, you'll just masturbate...so well Freda do you have any
thoughts."

"I say we let her do what she will, because if Angel is that healthy,
nothing can happen to her...I can't get that out of my mind, practically
perfect. Let's try a long shot and see if we can find that young girl who
gave birth to angel...she'll be only 27 now."

Of course since how they got me was illegal, when they looked nothing was
found, the agency never existed, and no records of the girl, her family,
nothing what so ever, just like I was put here in earth by what...there
doesn't seem to be an answer to that, even going to where the office was,
they found no records of an agency of that name ever renting there, so
one Sat, as we're having breakfast mother asks me, "We now know all we'll
ever know about where you came from, now let's look back at you, have you
ever seen anything different about yourself from every one else, besides
your super IQ, instant recall of anything you've seen or read, like your
phenomenal abilities in fashion design, your brokerage abilities,
whatever you want to do you seem to be able to do it instantly."

Deciding to not tell them about what I really am, I just say, "I've only
tried to do 2 things so far in my life, one I was practically born into,
fashion design, the other stocks I studied hard to learn, my record for
success not withstanding, I'm just very good at seeing what I believe
others miss. I'm not a regular broker, I do not have a lot of clients, I
don't trade many times daily like every other stock broker does. I spend
days and weeks researching before I make a move, while others spend a few
minutes, theirs is hit and miss, mine are all hits, and I think it's
because of my long times of research in each one...oh, that reminds me I
have to look at Micro-Systems, and see what they're at now." After I do,
and see they've stayed there for a week, I sell at $40 a share, so mother
asks, "well how much did you make on this one."

"$40 billion less taxes...or about $27 billion."

"Will you tell us what you're aiming for."

"This one was a billion tops, that's all I could invest, the same thing
will some day come along, which will have no limit at that time I'll put
everything I've got on it, my return will make my goal...please don't ask
me more right now, not yet."

"Freda and I wonder if this hasn't something to do with the way you are,
you seem to be reaching for a star, if you are, please my darling, you'll
never get it."

Then one evening as Horace and I are talking he says, "I've been doing
some research of my own, and on you...Jean darling you once told me men of
power and wealth thrill and excite you, according to Forbs I'm worth $100
billion, according to my figures on your investments and returns, you are
worth over $500 billion, obviously you keep it out of the country, which
is what I do also...you do know that one day Forbs will come to the same
conclusions I have, and darling they will look you up because you must be
the wealthiest person on the planet by now...you can't keep that a secret,
all your buys and sells are recorded, the securities commission have
looked into your actions and found nothing you have done that is illegal.
But if you now are thinking of one large investment that will give you a
top of a trillion, forget it, because they will not let you...according to
my source in their offices, you're cap on investments is one billion, so
why don't you use that super IQ of yours to help other gain some capital
instead of concentrating on yourself."

"Are you chewing my ass out for what I'm doing."

"You've got a gift, spread it around, with you working in the office now
I can give you more Clients from my load, I have far too many, and on my
recommendation and your record they'll easily come with you, for you're
missing the point of being a broker, not to build using your money, but
earning commissions for using theirs. I'm personally bringing in over 3
million a year from commissions alone...will you tell me what you're trying
to do."

"Before you told me what you just did, about the commission watching me
closely, I wanted to continue building until I hit a trillion, I still
can but it'll take me 10 times as long and my parents want to know my
worth, I mean they really want to know."

"Actually so do I, will you tell me, how close I am."

"I've put together a lot of corporations one on top of another, banks all
over Switzerland and the Caribbean have a total of $780 billion."

I thought poor Horace would faint, as he stares at me, until very
hesitantly he says, "Only $230 billion away from a trillion...what are you
going to do with all that."

"I've never thought of how I'll spend it, I'm just interested in making
it." And as I said that, I thought to myself, shit why not, it'll all be
out of this country any way, so I answer, "You're right, that's what I'll
do, and give me more time for myself so I can work in your office all
week. Then you can pass on to me whom ever you have that you do not want
any longer, I'll apply my principles and methods to daily investing and
selling, take much longer to get there, but be doing a lot of clients
more good then they'll ever get from any one else."

"I'm probably making a huge mistake by mentioning this, but why aren't
you climbing the walls by now...so horny you can't stand it any longer." "I
have been, but according to my parents Dr. told me to curb my appetite
for sex, and I'm trying to now."

"Is it working."

"Not really, so if you don't fuck me soon...I'll have to rape you."

"We can't let that happen, come with me precious, and I'll tend to that
for you."

After Horace gets me naked, as he wanders his hand over my tiny body, he
tells me, "Except for the response I receive from you as I do this,
you're like having a toy doll next to me."

Covering my lips with his, creating multiple orgasms that race through my
body, causing me to jerk and twitch to his touch, soft sighs and moans
being emitted from my lips and nose he teases me until I'm ready to
explode like a ball of kinetic energy, until Horace slowly slips his
prick into my, now overly dripping wet pussy and ever so delightfully
moves it back and forth deep inside me, practically crushing me with his
weight, with also holds me down and in place, so I can become so physical
in my responses to his so very fulfilling fucking, as Horace uses a
tremendous amount of self discipline and control forcing me to endure
what he's doing to me, and helping me be far more contained in my
normally overly physical active way of involuntarily displaying my
pleasure and satisfaction from him so wonderfully fucking the piss right
out of me, and except for my audible moans and cries of joy and
pleasantness I'm unable to respond in any other way, until as he
ejaculates, and an orgasm sweeps through my body, causing me to literally
bump him out of the saddle and fall next to me on the bed, gasping and
breathing heavily, he hesitantly and weakly says, "Every time with you is
the 1st...how wonderfully pleasing you are."

"I know, can any sexual experience be better than what we generate
together."