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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Molly, The
First Time (M/F, toys, size, fist, best, oral, anal) (C)Copyright 2003 -
Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from above
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   I had just pulled out of the dirt track that serves me as a driveway,
intending to go into town, when a reflection of sunlight off of unmoving
glass, glimpsed through the woods in the other direction, caused me to turn
that way.  I could think of no reason for that reflection unless someone
was parked, trespassing on my property, or someone was in trouble.  In
either case I wanted to check it out.

   I had just eased around the curve when I spotted a yellow Honda pulled
off the side of road.  An athletic-looking girl with fiery red hair was
kicking it, repeatedly.

   In these hills, you don't leave anyone stranded, since it's miles to
anywhere, and there are still carnivorous predators that prowl the woods,
so I pulled in front of the little car and got out to see if I could help.

   As I approached the car, the red-head, who still had up a good head of
steam, turned to glare at me.

   "Just look at this piece of shit!" she yelled, "My dad just bought it
for me last weekend, and now the son-of-a-bitch won't even turn over!"

   "Miss." I said, quietly.  When she ignored me and went back to kicking
the tires, I said it a little louder, putting some sharpness in my voice,
"Miss!"

   She still ignored me, continuing to kick the tires, as if it were their
fault.

   I said nothing more, just turned and walked back to my truck.  I made a
U-turn and headed back toward town.  As I passed her, she yelled, "Hey! 
Wait!  Aren't you going to help me!?"

   I slowed and said out the window, "Not if you're going to continue being
rude to me and acting like a maniac."

   She had to trot alongside my driver's door to keep talking.  "I'm sorry!
Please!  I was just mad!  Please help me!"

   I stopped the pickup and said quietly, "I can understand your being
angry.  That's no excuse for taking it out on the stranger who stopped to
help, and it does no good to keep kicking a part of the car that, from all
appearances, still works!"

   She threw up her hands in frustration, "Are you going to help me, or
lecture me on manners?!"

   I looked around to call her attention to her surroundings, before
replying, "Since I seem to be the only help you're likely to get for a
while, I'm going to lecture you first, then, when you're sane again, I'll
help you."

   She, too, looked around, and seemed to realize for the first time just
how isolated this stretch of road was.  Her shoulders slumped and she
seemed suddenly tired.  "Geez, Mister, I'm really sorry!  It's been a
really bad day, but you're right, I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

   I smiled, put the truck in reverse, and backed it onto the shoulder
across the road from the little yellow compact.  I got out and walked
across to where she had just arrived back at her car, holding out my hand.

   "Mike Brenneman, Miss?..."

   "Molly, Molly Pierce!" She blushed very nicely under a healthy
spattering of freckles as she shook my hand with a good, firm grip.

   "Hi, Molly!" I grinned, "nice to finally meet you!  Do me a favor and
pop the hood, will you?"

   I could already smell burned wiring insulation, and sure enough, when
she opened the hood, the primary battery cable had shorted out against the
body of the vehicle because somebody having a bad day at the factory routed
it wrong.  I was surprised it took this long to wear through the
insulation.

   I closed the hood and retrieved my cell phone.  Frank answered on the
second ring.

   "Frank's Garage!"

   "Hey, Frank.  It's Mike Brenneman."

   "Oh, yeah!  The new guy!  Hey how, ya doin'!" Frank had been to my house
to play poker many times, and still called me 'the new guy'.  Probably
would, until some other 'new guy' came along.

   "I'm doing all right, Frank, but I've got a young lady here that's got a
problem."

   "Always willin' to help out the young ladies, New Guy, what's she look
like?"

   "Well, she's about five-six or -seven.  Fiery red hair," I motioned to
Molly to wait, as I could see her temper cranking up again, "and enough
muscles to kick your ass up between your shoulder blades, you old letch!"

   "Hmmmm," Frank replied, "Sounds like just my type, but I reckon if I
come home with any more bruises, the Missus'll put me in the hospital!  So
how can I help the poor young thing?"

   "I just took a quick look, but it looks like the battery cable and part
of the wiring harness are fried on her new Civic."

   "Wall, I c'n bring the tow around and get 'er off the road, but a repair
like that'll have to go to a dealer, either in Spokane or mebbe Seattle. 
Can't get loose to haul it that far 'til early next week.  Don't s'pose
she's got Triple-A, does she?"

   "Hold on!" I held out the phone and spoke to Molly where Frank could
hear the exchange.  "Your car needs to go to the dealer in Spokane or
perhaps Seattle, and Frank can't take it that far 'til next week.  Do you
happen to have Triple-A or some other roadside assistance program?"

   She nodded, "Yeah, my Dad got me a roadside assistance plan, hang on..."
she reached into the front seat and started rummaging through her purse,
pulling out a wallet.  The card she extracted had an 800 number on it.

   "Do you have a phone, Molly?" I asked.

   "Yeah," she shrugged, "but it doesn't work out here."

   "Hang on, Frank, I'll call you back."

   I dialed the number on her card and let her talk to the person on the
other end.

   "Yeah, but...Uh, huh.  Uh, huh." I could see her getting frustrated as
she talked, "That long?  But I can't wait out here that long!  Hang on! 
Uh, huh, yeah, just hang on for a second, OK?"

   She put her hand over the phone and said "They can't get a tow truck out
here 'til next week, either.  It's free, but they don't usually have to go
this far.  They'll tow it into Seattle, to the dealer where Daddy bought
it, but I don't even know where I am, much less how I'm going to get home
or where I'll stay tonight."

   I wrote my land line number on an old business card that Frank had given
me and I had stuck in my billfold.  "Ok, tell them to pick it up at Frank's
Garage..."

   I finally had to get on the phone and give the person on the other end
of the line directions on how to get to town.  When we had that
straightened out, I called Frank back and told him to come get the car, and
bill me for the tow, then I handed the card and the phone back to Molly.

   "There's an old hotel in town, Molly, but if you'd like, my place is
just up the road, and you're welcome to spend the night in my guest room.
Tomorrow, I'll see that you get wherever you need to be.  In any case, you
should call whoever's expecting you, and let them know what's going on. 
That's my number in case you or they need to contact me, and the other side
is Frank's card."

   She looked at me speculatively for a bit.  "If I stay with you, you
won't try to rape me or anything, will you?"

   I grinned lasciviously at her, waggling my eyebrows like Groucho Marx,
while tapping the ashes off an imaginary cigar, "Only if you want me to!"

   She laughed and said, "Well, I don't want you to!"

   I turned serious again.  "Molly, it's a hard thing to trust a stranger,
though in these parts we sometimes have to.  I'll see to it that you're put
up safely in the hotel, if that's what you want, but I would greatly
appreciate the pleasure of your company at my table this evening.  I was
planning smoked salmon, a salad, and home-made apple pie a la mode!"

   "That sounds delicious!" she beamed "Ok!  Let me just call my Dad and
let him know where I am!"

   I wandered away to keep from eavesdropping on her conversation, and when
she punched the 'End' button, she was looking upset again.

   "Daddy has to go to Europe tonight!  I've got my whole spring break
ahead of me, and I'm just going to spend it sitting alone at home, talking
to mechanics and people who want to tell me it was my fault that the car
broke down!"

   I helped her get her duffle out of the Civic, and followed her to my
pickup, taking time to study her for the first time.  She wore her wavy red
hair in a ponytail that looked as though it might shake out to about
shoulder length.  Her clothing consisted of a pair of short cotton gym
shorts and a T-shirt that hung straight down from the shelf of her
prominent, but not overly large tits.  Both garments bore the WSU Athletic
Department logo.  The shirt was cut short, showing a bare midriff that,
though it seemed a bit thick, was flat and smooth and unadorned with navel
jewelry.  Her legs were muscular trunks covered in smooth tanned and
freckled skin, through which the outlines of her muscles played as she
walked.

   Her face was pretty, and well covered with freckles.  What little makeup
she wore seemed only to highlight the natural colors of her facial
features. She had strong cheekbones, straight, slightly pointed nose
beneath clear grey eyes, and a wide mouth surrounded by delicate, narrow
lips.

   On the short drive to the house, I learned that Molly had decided to
take the scenic route home from Pullman, and had gotten lost.  As she tried
to find her way back to the highway, the car broke down, leaving her where
I found her.

   Apparently, smoked Salmon was a favorite of Molly's, because she went
through three helpings, two salads, and still had room for a huge slice of
pie topped with a generous scoop of homemade ice cream (I used the electric
ice cream freezer this time, though I really get better results hand
cranking it).

   I offered her a drink, and she accepted a snifter of brandy.  This was
an eighty dollar bottle that I had left over from a recent trip to the
Domaine Chandon winery in Napa, California, and though it wasn't their top
of the line, I liked it more than some of the better French cognacs.

   With the brandy warming in our palms, I guided her into the living room
and used the remote to start some soft jazz CDs.  I sat on the sofa and
Molly curled up in the chair opposite.  We talked about school and sports,
and she told me all about her role on the soccer team, and how she hoped to
be the next Mia Hamm.

   "Not Brandy?" I asked, to see if it would get a rise out of her.

   "No, Brandy Chastain is a good player," she replied confidently, "but
she doesn't have Mia's heart.  Mia just won't stop for anything!"

   We talked soccer for a while, but my knowledge of women's soccer was not
up to a lengthy discussion with someone who lived for it, and we moved on
to other things.  As the level of brandy in Molly's glass dropped, the
conversation turned to boys, then started skirting around the edges of sex.
Suddenly, Molly was crying.  She had gone from comfortable, sociable guest,
to full-weep basket case almost between words.

   I didn't think we were close enough yet that she'd take comfort in my
embrace, so I just waited silently for the tears to work themselves out.

   Eventually, the sobs diminished and I handed Molly my handkerchief to
wipe her face.

   She drained the last of the brandy and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. 
Brenneman!  I don't know what came over me!" after a pause, she shook her
head and said, "No, that's not right.  I know what came over me, but it's
not your problem, so I don't need to bother you with it."

   "Why don't you try me?  You might be surprised what I can help with.  If
I can't help, it might be helpful to you to get it off your chest."

   She looked at me through red, tear-stained eyes, but shook her head. 
"No, it's something I was born with, nobody can change that!"

   Considering the topic of conversation just before she broke down, I
played a hunch.  "Does this have something to do with sex?"

   She looked at me again, and gave a feeble nod.

   I rolled the dice again and asked, "So something that you were born with
interferes with your ability to have, or to enjoy sex?"

   She nodded again, a bit more vigorously, while dabbing at her eyes.

   "Molly," I said, and waited for her to look at me, "it just so happens
that I have a great deal of experience with sex and sexual matters.  Why
don't you tell me about your problem, and even if I can't help, I might
know someone who can?  At the very least, I'm less likely to be shocked by
anything you have to tell me than most."

   She looked at me for a long moment, then, in the midst of shaking her
head, suddenly sobbed, "I'm too BIG!"

   I thought about that one for a moment.  She obviously wasn't talking
about her body, and her breasts, though of good size, were not likely to be
the source of such anguish.  That left only a few possibilities.  I chose
the one I thought to be most likely.

   "Do you mean that your vagina is too large for you to enjoy sex?"

   She pointed at me, nodded, then burst out in fresh spate of weeping. 
"My ex-boyfriend said I was CAVERNOUS - that he couldn't even feel me when
he was inside!"

   "Well, I'd say that makes him a good candidate for an EX-boyfriend!" I
said, and got a tiny smile in return.  "Look, Molly.  There are any number
of ways to look at this.  If your ex wasn't a real needle dick, and just
saying that to compensate for his own shortcomings?" at her headshake I
continued, "then you just have to think about finding ways to engage in sex
that allow you to get the kind of enjoyment out of it that you deserve."

   She looked a little less desperate when she asked, "What do you mean?"

   "Well," I tried to strike just the right note of seriousness and
lightheartedness, "have you tried anal sex?  Most anybody, even a needle
dick, would have trouble complaining about the tightness of that opening."

   "Oh, yeah," she nodded, "that's great for the guys, and I don't really
mind it, but it doesn't get ME off!"

   "Oral sex?"

   "Mmmmmm!" she licked her lips, "Love it, but guys want to fuck, once the
blowjob's over!"

   I lowered the pitch of my voice when I replied, "Not all guys - not
every time..."

   Molly's eyes went wide and she shifted in her seat.  "You mean - you?"

   It was my turn to nod, "Me, among others."

   She put a finger to her mouth, thinking.  I took the opportunity to
splash some more brandy into our glasses.  Molly took a sip and inhaled
some of the fumes from the snifter.

   "This is good stuff!" she held out her hand for the bottle and took a
moment to examine the label.  "I thought they made champagne?!"

   I nodded, "Yeah, their parent company in France makes 'em call it
'sparkling wine' since it doesn't come from the Champagne region, but a few
years back, they started selling this stuff in limited quantities, and it
kind of caught on."

   I swirled the amber liquid around the walls of the snifter, watching the
little rivulets run down the glass, then turned it up and took a small
mouthful, swishing it around to savor the flavors, then inhaling over the
puddle of alcohol it formed on my tongue.  The vapors filled my lungs as I
swallowed the liquid.

   "Molly," I looked again into the glass as I spoke, "if you will put
yourself into my hands for a few hours, I think I can show you some ways to
enjoy and to understand how special your unique..." I paused to search for
the right word, "...attribute is."

   I raised my eyes and met her gaze.  Through her eyes, I could see the
turmoil that seethed within her.  Could she trust me?  Was I some sort of
crazed sex maniac?  Would I help her or hurt her?  She really wanted help,
but how could she take it from a man she'd just met?

   To help her decide, one way or another, I got up and beckoned her to
follow.  This was a gamble, but somehow I thought (or perhaps hoped really
strongly) that it would sway her in the direction I wanted her to go.

   "I'm going to show you why I say I am experienced in sexual matters. 
You may find this shocking, but try to keep an open mind, ok?"

   I led her into the pantry and triggered the remote to open the hidden
door to my dungeon.  So she wouldn't feel trapped, I preceded her down the
stairs, and as she followed me, thinking hard about each step she took, I
turned on the lights.

   "Oh my GOD!" one hand flew to her mouth, the other to her chest, but she
didn't run.

   I spread my arms and turned, presenting my wicked little world for her
enjoyment "Down here," I pronounced, "I have just about everything needed
to produce sexual pleasure for just about anyone in the world.  Turn your
will over to me for twelve hours.  Let me control your life for half a day,
and I'll show you ways to enjoy your gift that you never dreamed possible."

   Her troubled emotions boiled over.  "Gift!" she said ironically, "More
like 'curse'!".  She clutched at the pit of her stomach and put her hand
over her mouth.  "I-I'm afraid."

   I nodded, "You should be.  You don't know me.  This is all very new, and
many of these things can be dangerous, even fatal if improperly used. 
That's why I don't want you to decide tonight.  Get a good night's sleep,
think it over, and I'll await your decision in the morning."

   As I spoke, two large, furred, grey shadows slipped into the dungeon and
sniffed at Molly, analyzing her scent.  When Caesar's pointed red shaft
began to emerge from his sheath, I knew she was aroused as well as
frightened.  I motioned the dogs to sit and introduced them to Molly, who,
thankfully, hadn't shown any fear at their presence.

   "Molly, the horny fellow on my right is Caesar.  The more polite
gentleman on my left is Czar." I waved a hand at each in turn, "Their
mother was a Malamute who was bred by a Timber Wolf.  These two boys,
besides being an integral part of my life and my security system, are also
chick magnets - all the ladies love them."

   I didn't think it quite the right time to tell her what the ladies loved
about them, as she knelt and extended a hand for each to sniff.  They did
so dutifully, and even suffered her to scratch them behind the ears and
around their collars.  The boys aren't much for being handled, but they
love young ladies.

   I ushered them all back upstairs and showed Molly the guest room and
bath, bidding her good night.

   I was up early and had breakfast ready by the time Molly had finished
her morning ablutions and appeared in the kitchen wearing a starched white
shirt and shorts tennis oufit that nicely complemented her hair, which,
unfettered, shone brightly as it swirled about her shoulders.

   We ate in silence.  I had my usual hearty breakfast, while Molly made do
with a couple of slices of melon and a piece of dry toast.

   She sat silent as I cleared the table, but when I held out my hand and
led her to the dungeon, she followed docilely.

   At the top of the stairs, I stopped and, looking into her eyes, I said
"If you follow me down these stairs, you agree to give me control of your
body for the next twelve hours.  In return, while I won't promise that you
won't feel any pain, I pledge that you will suffer no physical injury.  I
also promise that when you emerge from here, you will be a very different
person, and there will be no going back!"

   Without waiting for a reply, I descended the stairs and started making
preparations.  I knew she had already decided, from the look in her eyes,
but still had some issues to work through.

   Sure enough, a few minutes later, the dogs, who knew what kinds of
things went on in this room and had preceded me down the stairs, pricked up
their ears.  A few moments later, Molly's white clad feet hesitantly
appeared.  It took her forever to make it down the stairs, and she was
trembling when she reached the bottom.  As she stood indecisively on the
last step, I walked over and once again browsed through the emotions
displayed within her eyes.

   "Before you take that final step," I said evenly, but not harshly, "I
want you to remove all of your clothing, including undergarments and shoes,
as a sign that you understand into what kind of agreement you're entering.
You may place your clothes on this table, and join me over there."

   I pointed to the bench where I had been setting things up for her
arrival.

   I didn't wait to see if she complied, but returned to my preparations,
my back toward Molly.

   I could tell from the rustle of clothing behind me, and the dogs'
increasing agitation, that she was doing as I had asked.  I heard a small
gasp as her bare feet touched the cold stone floor of the dungeon, and
covered my preparations with a black velvet cloth.

   When I felt her warmth radiating just a few inches from my bare arm, I
flung back the covering fabric and waved my hand over the items on the
bench like a salesman offering beads to the natives.

   "Choose!" I said.

   Molly stared as if hypnotized by the array of plastic phalluses before
her, giving a small gasp, more at the suddenness of my movement than
anything else.

   "Choose?" she whispered.

   I nodded.  "The dildo you pick will be your first fuck of the day, so
choose wisely.  Pick one that will be big enough and of the right shape to
satisfy you, but not one so large as to injure you, since you won't be
given time to adjust."

   "Oh my!" she breathed, and her hand extended to hover over the objects
on the bench.

   She caressed one or two, as if to feel their shape, picked one up but
returned it to it's place and picked up the one to its right, holding it
out to me as if it were made of glass.

   "This one!" her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and I was afraid
she'd hyperventilate.

   I took the thick twelve inch monster from her, noting that she had
chosen one whose diameter varied randomly along its length, making for a
bumpy ride for its recipient.  Without comment, I took her hand, as if
leading her to the dance floor, and guided her to a fixture that was
reminiscent of a weight bench, taking the opportunity to enjoy her naked
form for the first time.

   Her breasts were about a 'C' cup, with large, puffy, pale aureolae that
camouflaged flat pink nipples and rounded off the tips of her pallid
mounds. Her tanned, freckled stomach and thighs sharply outlined the white
band of flesh that started just above her hip bones and ended about a
quarter of the way down her thighs - clearly a soccer tan, rather than one
got by lying in the sun in a bikini.  The pale skin of her lower belly
curved softly down the 'Y' of her pelvis to an unruly thatch of orange-red
pubic hair.  The muscular trunks of her legs were topped by well muscled
buttocks that displayed no jiggle as she walked.

   I had her lie on her back, and her breath quickened even more when I
stretched her arms over her head and bound them with padded cuffs, kissing
her lightly on the lips as I did so.  I placed her feet in the stirrups
atop arms that, on a weight bench, would support a barbell.  When I
fastened them in place, she lay on her back with arms extended above her
head, legs raised and spread, with her feet just above and outside her
shoulders, leaving her pelvis vulnerable and available for my manipulation.


   Her red oulined vulva were glistening with moisture, but I lubed the
rubber cock anyway, just to be safe, before attaching it to the hydraulic
ram positioned between her legs.  Molly watched in consternation as I
adjusted the tip of her chosen weapon at the opening of her now dripping
vagina.

   "Your body is excited about what you see happening to you, Molly." I
whispered in her ear, "but your mind is afraid.  Does your fear feed your
arousal?"

   At her moan, I reached over and pinched both nipples to erection,
finally causing them to stand out from her now smaller, darker aureolae.  I
triggered the pre-programmed sequence of the fuck machine.

   Slowly, the ram extended, easily parting the lips of her vagina and
meeting little resistance as it journeyed inward, accompanied by the moans
of a woman whose passage was being stretched, though not painfully, perhaps
for the first time.

   With three or four inches of the phallus remaining outside her body, the
strain guage stopped its inward progress.  Molly's face was screwed up in
concentration as her body adjusted to the fullness, but already her hips
were grinding slowly against the intuder.

   After a rest of several seconds, the ram withdrew as slowly as it
entered, until just the bulbous head of the artificial penis was still
embedded.  Without pause, it started inward again.  This time, it went in
just a fraction further, and didn't pause as long before returning.  The
speed increased gradually, and soon, Molly and the machine were humping
vigorously at each other, eventually burying another inch and a half or so
of the plastic member.

   Her nipples were still hard, so I took the opportunity to capture them
in a pair of clamps whose weaker springs were designed to increase the
sensation rather than cause pain.

   Molly's moans filled the dungeon and I could hear the mechanical mounts
on the fucking machine creaking and groaning as her muscular pelvis rotated
around the shaft.  The phallus had bottomed out with at least two inches
remaining unbaptized.

   I stopped the ram and withdrew it, over Molly's fevered protest.  To
protect the machine, I threw a sturdy, padded leather strap over her hips,
and bound them to the table.  Then I leaned over my panting guest and
whispered, "You need to take the rest of it.  I've got just the thing to
help with that."

   I took a long, slender instrument from a bench nearby and after lubing
it, inserted it into Molly's gaping cavern.  I don't think she felt a thing
until its round, tapered tip bumped against the end of her cervix.  Feeling
my way, I carefully moved the tip around inside her until I located the
indentation in the center of the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to
her womb.  Slowly, I increased the pressure until the tapered end parted
the opening and slipped inside, as Molly groaned and squirmed under the
strap.

   "What are you doing!?" she asked, not sure whether it hurt or just felt
strange.

   "This is a little device I designed to open up your cervix." I smiled,
"Since most phalluses that are large enough to please you are also quite
long, you need to be able to take them deep.  I think you'll find that will
enhance your pleasure, as well."

   While I was talking, her hips had started involuntarily trying to grind
against the instrument.

   When the device had penetrated far enough into Molly's womb, I withdrew
the outer sleeve that covered the overlapping splines, each of which were
attached along one edge to the elongated rubber bladder running through the
center of the instrument.

   Attaching the tube from a sphygmomanometer bulb (you know, the bulb from
a blood pressure cuff) to the nipple in the exposed end of the cervix
spreader, I started pumping.

   Molly's eyes grew enormous and her breath started coming in small gasps
once more as the bladder, constrained along the length of the device by the
splines and the constriction of her cervix, grew in diameter.  The flat
splines slid over each other as it expanded, to form an enlarging cylinder.

   With the cylinder fully expanded, I left it in place for a while and
leaned over to lick at Molly's sheathed clitoris.  This brought a different
sort of gasp from her, so I continued, laving the top and sides of the
smooth ridge of flesh with long, gentle strokes that had her cooing and
trying to rotate her hips within the confines of the strap.

   Occasionally I would concentrate on the bottom end of the sheath,
rapidly vibrating my tongue back and forth, before resuming the longer
strokes.

   Within five minutes, Molly was on the verge of orgasm, and I pulled
back, listening to her frustrated moan and watching the end of the enlarger
pulsate with her internal contractions.

   I released the valve on the bulb and let the air hiss out of the
expansion device.  When it had collapsed to about half it's former size, I
withdrew it and immediately restarted the fucking machine.

   This time, the ram didn't stop until the flared base of of the dildo was
pressed tightly against the greasy lips of Molly's vagina.  When the head
popped through the recently expanded opening and entered her womb, Molly
gave a gasp of surprise and rolled her eyes back in her head, shouting,
"Aaaaaaghhh!  What are you doing to me?"

   I smoothed the hair back from her face and said, "Pleasing you!"

   With that, the ram resumed its relentless fucking motion, pistoning the
full length of the dildo into Molly's pliant body with each stroke.

   In seconds, Molly's body went rigid and she moaned through her first
climax.  As the ram continued pounding her, faster and faster, she leapt
from one peak to the next, climbing ever higher as the insistent mechanism
wrung orgasm after orgasm from her sweating body.

   I lubed a middle finger and elicited a gasp of surprise as I inserted it
into her rectum and began fucking her in time with the machine.

   "What - what are you doing?" she croaked, then shuddered through another
climax.

   I kissed her again, plunging my finger in to the palm, and whispered,
"Getting you ready for your next lesson..."

   I added a my ring finger alongside the other, and after a few strokes,
as her ass started to milk my fingers, pushed my forefinger in, as well.

   When her anus started clutching at and releasing my fingers, I stopped
the ram and withdrew the dildo from her gaping cavern.  I released her from
the bench and helped her stand, then led her, on wobbly legs, to a low
platform.  I sat on the edge of the platform and guided her ass down onto
my cock.

   She hissed as she sank onto my rigid shaft, then said "Oooh, that feels
good, but I told you I don't get off this way!"

   I whispered my reply in her ear, "If you keep an open mind, I think
you'll get off THIS way!"

   With that, I lay back on the platform, taking her with me.  As always,
Caesar was ready to go, and as I gave him the signal to mount his knot was
already beginning to form.

   Molly gasped and tensed up as the big grey dog lifted himself on top of
her.  "Shhhhhh," I whispered, "Let him pleasure you!"

   Caesar gripped us both around the hips as he searched for her opening,
and I was grateful for my foresight in keeping his dewclaws trimmed and
rounded off.

   After three or four misses, the pointed end of Caesar's purple, dripping
shaft found the opening to Molly's tunnel.  In one powerful stroke, he
buried it deep inside her.

   "Oh my GOD!" she shrieked, as the half-formed knot entered her through a
vaginal opening that was now constricted by my presence in her ass, and
Caesar's furry sheath nudged at her labia.

   Caesar didn't waste a moment on niceties, but went right to work,
pistoning in and out of Molly's spasming tunnel and spearing deep into her
womb.  His knot rapidly inflated to it's full softball size, and the
sensation of that huge bulge working back and forth inside her had Molly
shrieking and moaning atop my body as I plunged in and out of her colon.

   I could feel Caesar's hard knot working back and forth against my cock
and Molly's internal muscles milking the two of us as I stroked deep into
her steamy bowels.  Molly's legs clamped around Caesar's waist and,
seemingly of their own volition, her hips started meeting his thrusts, the
two of them working in concert to bury his bloated shaft as deeply inside
her as possible.

   The dog's machine gun assault had me nearing my own explosion in a very
short time, but I hung on, waiting for Molly, who was on the verge of going
ballistic over the sensations assailing her stretched orifices.  She
screamed and hollered at the top of her lungs, and when Caesar climbed the
platform with his hind legs and tucked his tail between them, burying his
entire spear and half it's sheath in her quivering, spasming tunnel, then
blasted the back of her womb with a load of cum several degrees hotter than
her own body heat, Molly lost it.  Her scream started in an almost subsonic
register and quickly climbed past high 'C' to hit and hold a stratospheric
note that had Caesar shaking his head and Czar pawing at his ears.  Her ass
milked and massaged my cock like a grease-coated fist as I matched Caesar's
blast with one of my own, deep in Molly's seizing ass.  Her legs went rigid
around the dog's waist, and I thought she might crush him as her torso
vibrated like a cello string above me for at least ten seconds.  Then every
muscle in her body went limp as she inhaled a great shuddering gasp of air
and lay panting between Caesar's body and mine.

   I stroked her hair and waited as her soccer conditioning quickly brought
her breathing back to normal.  Caesar just placed his head on her shoulder
and waited for his knot to subside, enjoying, with me, the little
aftershocks that shook Molly's body.

   "So, Molly," I whispered in her ear, "still think you can't get off like
this?"

   She grinned and rocked her head side to side on my shoulder, disturbing
Caesar who licked her face as though he thought that might help.

   "I've NEVER, EVER cum like that, Mr.  Brenneman!" she rasped, licking
dried lips.

   "Well," I said, "Caesar is just an available male.  You don't need a dog
to do this if you have two willing guys.  Another thing you can do with two
guys, if they're not too homophobic, is take them both in your vagina. 
That should tighten things up nicely, and still give them all the
stimulation they need!"

   "Oh!" she gasped, "I never really thought of doing TWO guys!  Hey, that
might be fun!"

   After a few minutes, Caesar gave an experimental pull, and with a loud
SLUUURP his shrinking cock extracted itself from Molly's pussy, pouring
their love juices over my balls.  I helped Molly up and led her to the
dungeon shower where, with much touching, kissing, and fondling, we washed
the combined fluids from our various body parts.

   After drying off, I tugged lightly on the nipple clamps she still wore,
and said, "I didn't put rings in these because I know you have to shower
with your teammates, but if you like, I can put removable barbells through
them, that will serve the same purpose, but can be removed if needed.  You
know, like in the shower, or at airport security...!"

   She thought for a bit, then shook her head.  "No, I don't think I'm
ready for that yet, but it IS tempting."

   I led her to another bench and had her lie down with her head hanging
over the end of the bench.  I then secured her ankles near her head, about
shoulder width apart.

   I kissed her for a moment then said in a low voice, "I'm going to try an
experiment.  You obviously like having large objects in your pussy, now
we'll find out if you like having them in your ass.  I'll start with
something about the size of my cock, which you've already taken without
difficulty, and gradually work up to larger objects, ok?"

   Her eyes got huge and she blushed under her freckles, but nodded an
affirmative.

   For my own edification, I poked the end of my half-hard dick at Molly's
mouth as I bent over her supine body.  Her delicate lips opened readily and
her tongue eagerly drew me in, quickly transforming my cock into a steel
rod.

   I took the smallest of the dildoes I had earlier arranged on a shelf
beside the bench, and slowly worked it into her ass.  Molly moaned around
my cock as it bottomed out in her colon, working my glans against the roof
of her mouth with her tongue.  I rotated the dildo in place and started a
slow reciprocating motion, twisting and stretching her passage as I went.
Within a few strokes, her pelvis was gyrating so much, I just concentrated
on the in and out, and let her handle the stretching.

   She was building up a good head of steam when I withdrew the dildo
completely, enjoying the sensation of her frustrated moan on the head of my
cock, that was now lodged part way down her throat.  I switched to the next
larger dildo, that was both thicker and longer, and smoothly inserted it
into her still dilated rectal opening, getting a small grunt from Molly,
but no tensed muscles that would indicate intense pain.  Slowly, rotating
gently as I went, I pushed the larger phallus deep into Molly's guts, to
the tune of a long, guttural moan.  When I reached the point where the
other dildo had bottomed out, there were still two inches remaining. 
Slowly, giving her intestines time to rearrange themselves, I sank those
last two inches into her quivering rectum.  Molly had pretty much forgotten
about my cock, which was now buried to the hilt in her mouth and throat,
but the vibrations from her vocal chords and the unconscious working of her
tongue against my shaft were providing plenty of stimulation on their own.

   I gave her five minutes with the new dildo, driving her through several
small climaxes, before switching to the next.  With each successively
thicker insertion and deeper penetration, her excitement level grew, until
she was thrashing around on the bench and screaming around my cock.  I
withdrew my excited rod to make sure she wasn't in distress, but she got
two handfuls of my buttocks and pulled me back in as deeply as I could go,
taking control of my thrusts in the process.  By the time I got to the
largest of the monster phalluses I had prepared, I doubt if she even knew
or cared where she was.  Her hugely stretched anus plunged upward to meet
each stroke, and her belly bulged obscenely around the massive rubber dong
as it plundered her lower intestinal tract.  The sight of the enormous
mound advancing and retreating within her body, combined with the exquisite
sensations of her wildly spasming, vibrating throat and mouth soon sent me
over the edge to blast my load deep down her throat.  I don't think she
even noticed, she was that lost in her own world of sensory overload.

   I withdrew my over-sensitive cock from her mouth, and moved around to
sit on the open end of the bench.  I dipped my right hand in the tub of
lube I had been using for the dildoes, and withdrew the enormous rubber
cock with my left.

   "Put it BACK!  God DAMN IT!" Molly screeched, "Don't you DARE stop NOW!"

   "Your wish is my command!" I answered calmly, and tucking my thumb into
my palm, I made a spear out of my hand, thrusting almost to the elbow in
one long, slow penetration.

   "Oh SHIT!" Molly lifted her head, staring wild-eyed at my arm protruding
from her upturned rectum, "OH MY GOD!"

   She looked at me with a panicked expression on her face.  I grinned and
slowly rolled my hand into a fist, the sensation of things moving inside
her causing her eyes to get even wilder.

   "What the HELL are you doing to me!" she shrieked.

   Again I grinned, and replied, "I'm fisting your ass!"

   With that I slathered more lube on my arm and shoved a couple more
inches into her.  I pointed to the bulge of my fist near the top of her
abdomen and said "Watch!"

   I slowly pulled back as she stared, mesmerized, until the bulge merged
with that of her pubic bone and the ring of her anus against my fist
stopped my withdrawal.  Suddenly, as if she was realizing for the first
time what she was seeing, her body began to shake and her ass spasmed
around my clenched fist as she wailed her way through a powerful orgasm.

   Not letting up, I plunged my fist back into her guts, slowly pistoning
in and out as Molly climbed peak after peak, only to soar into the abyss,
shrieking, quaking and moaning each time she saw the bulge of my fist in
her belly or my arm stuck halfway up her ass.

   Gradually, her responses weakened as even the incredible stamina she
needed to play soccer failed her, and I slowly withdrew my arm from her
insides, propagating one final explosion as I pulled my balled up fist from
her gaping ass.

   I left her there in a virtual stupor while I went upstairs to call Frank
and check on her car.  He verified that it was in his lot and safe for now.
A voice mail message informed me that the tow company used by Molly's
roadside assistance plan would pick up the car Monday afternoon and take it
to the dealer in Seattle.

   When I returned to the dungeon, Molly was just beginning to stir,
feeling gingerly around her slowly contracting anal opening to check for
damage.

   "That's an amazingly flexible set of muscles, Molly," I said, "and since
we took our time about stretching them, they should be all right.  There's
no tearing, but you may find that bowel movements have some urgency for a
few days.  Your intestines weren't designed for that kind of abuse, but
should have no trouble recovering."

   She carefully raised herself to a sitting position as I released her
legs, and swung them over the side of the bench.

   I sat beside her, our thighs touching, but nothing else, and asked, "So,
how did my experiment turn out?  It's obvious your body enjoyed it, but how
do YOU feel about it?"

   She was thoughtful for a long moment, then looked at me earnestly. 
"When can we do it again?"

   I smiled and gave her a quick hug.  "Right after lunch!  Only this time,
we'll give your ass a rest and see how your pussy likes it!"

   She returned my smile and leaned into the hug, laying her disheveled
head on my shoulder.  "Mr.  Brenneman, you are a bad, EVIL man!  I'm SO
glad I met you!"

   Lunch was nothing special - turkey sandwiches - but Molly ate like she
had been starved for a week, wearing nothing but the robe I wrapped around
her as we left the dungeon.  I removed the nipple clamps to restore
circulation, as well.  I filled her in on what was happening with her car
as we ate.

   When we returned to the dungeon, I gave her a choice: She could start
with the fucking machine, as we had this morning, or she could let Czar
start preparing her for her second fisting.

   She didn't hesitate, but went over and knelt beside Czar, smoothing the
fur back from his head to his shoulders with both hands.  "How about it,
big boy?  You want a piece of this?"

   He had no idea what she was talking about, but he understood the hand
signal I gave him, and stood up, the pointy tip of his growing cock
beginning to show from the end of his sheath.

   "Good golly, Miss Molly!" I said, cleverly - as if she hadn't heard it a
thousand times before, "Why don't you come over here first?  Believe me,
you'll be much more comfortable."

   I positioned her kneeling, face down, on a narrow bench that supported
her torso and knees with firm, soft pads, leaving her posterior hanging a
few inches beyond the end of the bench.

   I got Czar positioned and his cock inserted, then left them there while
I went upstairs to take care of a few details in my workshop.  Knowing
Czar's habits, I returned about half an hour later to find them panting
through the aftermath of what, from all appearances, was an excellent fuck
for both of them.  Czar lolled contentedly across Molly's back with his
tongue hanging from the side of his mouth, and barely flicked his ears in
my direction as I entered.

   Molly's breath was just returning to normal when Czar lifted a leg over
her back and turned his tail to hers.  With all the other ladies he had
fucked, this would have meant he had to stand there, ass to ass with his
lover, for several minutes while his knot deflated.  This time, however,
with a kind of wet, muted POP, his fully inflated knot disengaged from
Molly's overstretched labia, freeing him to lie down in the corner and lick
his turgid purple battering ram clean.

   I placed a hand on Molly's lower back to let her know I was there, and
knelt behind her, bucket of lube at the ready, saying, "I was going to use
the dildoes to stretch you some more, but if Czar can come out that easily,
my hand should be able to go in.  Ready to try?"

   At her silent nod, I slathered the greasy substance over my hand and up
to my elbow, once again making a spear of my bunched fingers.  With very
little resistance, and only a small moan from Molly, my hand went right in
to my wrist.  Using three fingers, I inserted them into the partially
opened ring of muscle that formed her cervix, and started separating,
twisting, and stretching to open it more.  Soon, my little finger joined
the other three.  As her cervix spread and flexed, Molly moaned and humped
gently against my hand, rocking her hips about a half inch at a time as my
hand sank deeper and deeper into this most private of openings.  Her cervix
flexed and nibbled at my knuckles as the back of my thumb hit its muscular
ridge.  I withdrew until I could straighten my thumb, then, folding it
inside my other fingers, I reinserted my hand, stroking gently in time with
Molly's rocking pelvis.  In a half-inch, out a quarter, in a half-inch, out
a quarter-inch.  Gradually, the mouth of Molly's cervix chewed up and
swallowed my hand, allowing the last couple of inches to slide through to
my wrist.

   Molly gasped and spasmed through her first climax when I spread and bent
my fingers, making spider-crawling motions inside her womb with the tips of
my digits.  Carefully, I closed my fist and pulled.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, her cervix relinquished it's hold on my fist as I tugged, making
sure that it came out gradually, even when her cervix slipped past the
knuckles and wanted to squeeze me the rest of the way out.  Without letting
the opening close, I pushed the closed fist back in.  Molly's eyes, as I
could see in the mirror on the wall, were squeezed shut and her hands had a
white-knuckled grip on the handles mounted on the bench for just that
purpose.  I did this several times, going a little faster each time, until
her body relaxed and started to respond.  When she had relaxed to the point
where I could stroke smoothly in and out and she even pushed back to help,
I stopped, and leaving my hand embedded to its deepest point, had Molly
turn over and lie on her back with her feet on the floor.

   I turned my fist with her body until she was comfortably settled, then
twisted it back to a more comfortable position for me, sending shivers
through her frame.  I positioned myself a little to the side so I could use
my mouth on her clitoris while giving her full strokes with my fist.  Each
time I withdrew to the point where my knuckles pulled at her pubic bone, I
twisted and rubbed at the top of her tunnel, stimulating her G-spot while I
nibbled and sucked at her clit.  She watched between her breasts as my fist
traveled the length of her tunnel, forcing its way through her dilated
cervix and stretching her womb to the utmost.  Like the last time, the
visual image of my arm disappearing so far into her body combined with the
sight of my fist moving within her sensitive tissues stimulated her as much
as the physical sensation of my bony, clubbed hand bludgeoning it's way
into her most private depths.

   Faster and faster, I pummeled her womb, going deeper and deeper, until
the widest part of my forearm, just below my elbow, stretched her abused
labia while the hard knuckles of my fist mugged and violated the tender
flesh of her baby chamber.  She cried, she wailed like a banshee, and with
each thrust, her pelvis rose to meet my fist with greater and greater
violence.

   "FUCK ME!  FIST ME!" she screamed, "POUND MY INSIDES TO A FUCKING PULP!"

   As she rose higher and higher, cumming almost constantly, but never
coming down far from the last peak, her body tightened like a bowstring,
supported on her toes and shoulders.  I bit hard on her clit and started
rotating my fist as I stroked, corkscrewing it in and out of her clinging,
clenching cavity.  Her pelvis rotated around my forearm in the opposite
direction to my motion, intensifying the feeling of her guts churning to
make room for the massive cudgel that pounded mercilessly into the sacred
cradle of motherhood.  As she neared the precipice, her torso from hips to
shoulder shaking at about Richter 7.9, I drove my fist as deep as it would
go and suddenly opened my hand, straightening all five fingers to stab the
interior of her spasming womb at five distinct points.

   Molly screamed silently, her hips slamming up and down against my
forearm, her eyes rolling back in her head and her hands pulling her abused
nipples as far from her body as they would stretch.  Four, five, six times
her buttocks slapped against the padded bench, bouncing two feet into the
air as I hung on for the ride, locked deep inside her by my extended
fingers.  Finally, her knees came up to her belly, curling into a fetal
position around my buried hand, then flew straight out ahead of her, almost
catching me and sending me across the room.  Suddenly she was still and
limp, her chest heaving as she struggled for oxygen.

   I slowly pulled my hand from her flooded cavern, drawing shudders and
spasms in its wake.

   By the time I returned from washing my hand, Molly was snoring
peacefully on the bench, her sopping, gaping pussy twitching occasionally.
I covered her with a light blanket and went upstairs, surprised to see that
it was twilight outside.

   I prepared a meal of broiled venison with a salad of early greens from
my garden and baked some potatoes from the root cellar.  Molly appeared as
I was setting the table, having showered and dressed in the outfit she'd
worn that morning.

   I smiled and waved her to a seat at the table, pouring an iced mug full
of my specially brewed light ale and setting it near her plate.  She nearly
drained the mug without taking a breath, so I refilled it before filling
one for myself.

   I ate a small piece of the venison and some salad, everything else
disappeared somewhere inside Molly.  Eventually, she pushed away from the
table, took a long swig of ale, and let loose a belch that would have
turned heads at Mel's tavern.  She giggled and put a hand over her mouth.

   "Oops!  Sorry!" she looked at her mug and at the empty dishes in front
of her and said, "Oh my gosh!  I've never eaten like that!"

   It was a warm evening for spring, and we took our beers out on the front
porch, settling into the old-fashioned glider I had installed myself after
the contractors left.  Molly's head settled on my shoulder and we sat,
gazing at the stars and listening to the night sounds.

   Those of you who've only lived in cities where the man-made lights mask
the stars and have never heard the sounds that mother nature's creatures
make as the day shift settles down for the night and the night shift begins
to hunt are to be pitied.

   The sighing of wind through the trees, the rustle of leaves, the calls
of insects, frogs, owls, bats and larger creatures are occasionally
punctuated by the sound of a dead branch falling somewhere in the forest,
the rustle of wings of a passing owl, or a wolf or coyote giving voice to
its joy at being alive.  The sky, away from city lights, is not dotted with
stars.  They form a continuous shifting, dynamic backdrop for the closer,
constant stars.  Constellations are hard to pick out because there are so
many stars to choose from, and all are visible, not just the brightest.  I
have navigated my way for miles around my property on moonless nights with
only the stars for light, and have had no trouble moving soundlessly
through the deepest forest using only their diffuse glow and my ears for
guidance.  This is one of the primary reasons I bought this place and I
hope that by the time the cities spread this far, as they must, I will be
long buried.

   After a long silence, Molly finally stirred on my shoulder.

   "Mr.  Brenneman?" she whispered timidly, as if afraid to disturb the
sanctity of the moment.

   When I looked her way, she continued, "Can I stay here for my spring
break?"

   I smiled tenderly at her and replied, "You can stay a couple more days,
but I need to go into Seattle myself on Tuesday, and from there I'm going
down to Dallas for a few days.  If you like, I'll take you to Seattle with
me, when I go."

   If she was disappointed, she didn't show it, but settled more
comfortably in the crook of my arm and sipped her beer.

   Most of the next two days we spent exploring the place.  I showed her my
swimming hole in the natural pool beneath a twenty foot waterfall, and we
went skinny dipping.  There were no repeats of the steamy sex of the first
day, but on her last night we enjoyed a lengthy session of mutual oral
gratification, eventually both falling asleep in my somewhat rumpled bed.

   As she climbed out of the pickup in front of an upscale suburban home on
Tuesday, I gave her a hand-rubbed, inlaid wooden case.  When she opened it,
she found a thick, fourteen inch wooden phallus whose shape, if exaggerated
in size, was true to life in every detail, with veins and ridges lovingly
carved in bas-relief on the exotic tropical hardwood.  Molly almost dropped
the dildo, case and all, as she leaped back into the cab of the pickup to
kiss me.