LeAnne and I met the next morning for what was to be our last official breakfast together. I admit I was having a tough time keeping my fondness for her from interfering in what I knew was best. In LeAnne's case, the best was for her to go out and discover what she wanted for herself instead of depending on me to guide her any longer.
She, of course, had other ideas, insisting that she immediately start the physical conditioning my mother had undergone. And I strongly considered extending our time together by putting her through the conditioning myself. The problem was, she really was starting to depend on me more than she should, and I guess that scared me a bit. Mostly because I was starting to enjoy having control over her like that.
I was so occupied by this conflict inside me, I didn't even consider what her true motives were when she excused herself to go to the restroom. After spending ten minutes sitting at the table by myself, I suddenly realized she had gone after one of the seven men I had noticed her picking out when we had arrived.
I hurried to the restrooms, then followed the muffled moans to the employees only door. I took a deep breath and walked into the back room. LeAnne was on her hands and knees as one guy fucked her ass, another sucked her out, and a third was fucking her mouth like a maniac.
LeAnne suddenly found her three partners leaving her there without finishing their job. But just as she started to say something to them, she noticed me standing by the door with a dark look on my face.
"Why did you stop them?!" she cried.
"Because you're endangering your own life by doing it that way," I said. "Now, come on. Get dressed so we can go back to school."
"NO!" she said, suddenly stubborn. "You said you don't want me to depend on you for sex, but the first time I fuck someone you didn't pick out yourself, you stop me! Bring them back, or so help me I'll..."
"Let me tell you something you obviously haven't thought of," I said feeling a little angry at her demand. "Everyone I had you fuck, suck, or lick was first tested THREE times for every testable disease. I even had that guy you sucked in that bathroom checked out, along with the shoe salesman you fucked in the parking lot of the mall. And right now, those three are having their blood, urine, saliva, and semen taken by the nurse I've had here every morning just in case we needed her.
"I didn't tell you about this shit because I didn't want to discourage you with it while you were going through your training. But now it looks like you need some discouraging. You just can't fuck every person who responds to your questioning look. Now, get your fucking clothes on and let's get out of here!"
LeAnne was pretty quiet while I drove us back towards school. And then she didn't even say a word when I passed right by the school and headed to the highway. I was feeling kind of bad for speaking to her like that, and despite everything I had told her, and myself, my desire to have one last roll in the hay with her was starting to get to me.
We were on the road for nearly an hour before she sighed and gave up on winning the silence contest.
"Tim? I'm sorry," she said softly. "I thought you would have wanted me taking the first opportunity to find someone on my own to fuck like a slut. I haven't thought about the dangers involved since we started all this."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry too. I guess I sorta wanted you to screw up this way so it would be easier to let you go. You didn't do anything I didn't expect you to do, just a little sooner than I had thought."
A few minutes of silence went by before she said, "Do you.. love me?"
My eyes got a little watery as I stared straight ahead at the road wishing she hadn't asked me that. I had to blink a few times when I realized we were approaching the exit we needed to take.
"Yeah," was all I could say as we slowed down at the intersection at the end of the exit ramp. The country road we got on had freshly tilled fields as the farmers prepared the land for the spring planting. But the farther we were from the highway, the wilder the land became until we were driving between tall leafless trees.
Fifteen or so minutes after we had passed the last signs of civilization, LeAnne cleared her throat and said, "The day before yesterday, I would have given anything to hear you admit that, but now I'm... indifferent about it. I know you did something to make me this way, and I somewhat suspect how. But what I don't understand at all is, why?"
I put the blinker on and turned onto a barely visible dirt road leading into the dense trees. LeAnne's attention was temporarily diverted to the place I was taking her, allowing me a few moments to reflect on what to tell her. But since I hadn't given much thought about the condition of the road through the trees, I found myself gritting my teeth as the overgrown branches began scraping against the shiny red paint of my car.
Once we had gotten passed the outer edge of the woods, I was relieved to find the interior to be fairly clear of low branches. However, the road hadn't been used for over ten years, and we didn't get very far before the way was blocked by a fallen tree.
"Where are we going, anyway?" LeAnne finally asked as I shut the engine off.
I looked at her, then found myself feeling rather romantic as a peaceful silence settled in my ears. There was nothing moving except the changing patterns of light on floor of the woods, and since there was nothing to hear but a small breeze moving outside the car, her soft breathing was clearly audible before I gave her a kiss on the lips.
Her response was that of a well-trained slut, and not the loving embrace I had expected. I also noticed the scent of the cock that had been fucking her mouth, and that finished spoiling my romantic mood.
I broke the tongue-fucking kiss and sat back in my seat, then had to stop LeAnne's hand as it reached for my crotch.
"The reason I put a damper on your feelings for me was so we wouldn't wind up with our hearts broken when it came time for you to leave. But... Damn it..."
I took a moment to get a hold of myself, then said, "This road leads to the house my mother grew up in. After my grandmother died and my grandfather left to live on an island in the Pacific, my mom built and stored the equipment here that you're going to need. This is the first time I've been here since I was really little and I don't really remember anything about the place. But my mom checked on it about five years ago and everything was still intact back then. We're here to get the stuff you need.... But I was considering... No.. never mind." I said opening the car door.
"What?" she said, grabbing my arm and preventing me from getting out.
LeAnne had the softness in her eyes that I hadn't seen since before I had masked her feelings towards me. I hadn't considered spending enough time with her for her to form new ones, and hadn't made any allowances for that. I could sense the quick patch I had used on her feelings was about to come undone. So I smiled at her and kissed the hand she had grabbed me with, then told her "I wanted to make love to you one last time."
I was out of the car in a flash when the last stitch broke and she felt her true feelings rush forth. I ran up the road a little, giving me enough time to check on the test results for the three guys she had seduced, finding nothing that a dose of penicillin wouldn't cure.
I sensed her trying to sneak up on me, so I said, "The house should be just over that hill. My mom said there's a pretty good chance the roof has fallen in by now, but the equipment should still be safe and dry locked up in the food pantry in the cellar."
"I'm sure it is," she said in my right ear before giving me a peck on the cheek.
When she didn't move away after she finished her kiss, I turned my head to meet her lips like she expected. This time I felt those intimate and loving touches that had been missing from that earlier kiss in the car. I don't know who melted in whose arms first, but once we were fully entwined, we slowly sank down to the leaf covered ground and shared in our need for each other's touch.
Our exchange of passion began tapering off when there wasn't anything left to do without undoing or removing someone's clothing. We made an unspoken agreement to first retrieve the equipment before taking each other's naked bodies in our arms.
We held hands as we walked up the small rise that hid the house from our sight. I suddenly recognized a rock my mother had told me about, and while I was kneeling down examining the oddity, I felt LeAnne looking at me intensely. She was seeing a part of me she had never noticed before. Something which can't be seen with your eyes, just with your heart.
I put my arm around her when she kneeled down beside me to see what I was looking at. The weathered rock strongly resembled a four leaf clover, and had been the object of several stories my mom had told me about my grandparents. I faintly remember having seen one of those rocks when I was really little, but hadn't recalled anything about it until I was looking at the small green crystals which gave the rock its slightly greenish color.
"My grandmother used to tell my mom that our family would never have bad luck because even the stones on our land were good luck. There's two more of these somewhere around here. My grandmother would never let my mom or my grandfather dig them up to bring closer to the house. She was a pretty superstitious woman, but in a good way, I guess."
"I take it you're thinking of taking it back with you though," LeAnne correctly analyzed. "The green crystals must be tiny emeralds. I don't think this stone could have formed naturally, but it still might be worth something."
"Well, I wasn't going to try and sell it anyway. And I'm not going to take it. It would almost feel like robbing my grandmother's grave or something. But I might just come back in a couple of days to take a picture of it."
We stood back up and went back to the road. LeAnne stated it was a wonder I had seen it in the first place, and as I looked back towards where I thought we had just come from, I was surprised to see what she meant.
I spent a good ten minutes looking for it without any success. I finally shrugged my shoulders and joined her back on the road, saying, "Well, I guess it _was_ just luck when I saw it."
"Maybe your grandmother knew something we don't." LeAnne said with an amused smile. "Do you think your mother knows where.."
We both were startled when we heard a door slamming and someone's voice coming from over the hill. LeAnne and I exchanged looks of anxiety, then took off towards the crest of the hill.
"Holy shit," I whispered when the house came into view. Not only was the roof still up, but one side of the house had been added on to, giving the ground floor nearly a third more floor space.
We heard someone on the other side of the house calling for someone else, and without a moment's hesitation I reached out to scan their mind.
"Yuch," I said, feeling as if I had just swallowed something nasty.
"What's wrong?" LeAnne said.
"She's fucking high on the shit they cook up in the house. Shit, I'm getting sick just from looking in her head."
"I thought you could read minds," LeAnne said, sounding very proud of herself.
"Yeah, I can read them. And change them too. But right now I wish I hadn't read hers. She's so out of it, she's calling for her cat."
"What's so strange about that?"
"As far as I can tell, she was twelve years old when it disappeared, and that was about twenty years ago. Shit. She just took another hit. I'm definitely going to be sick."
I stopped my probing and we waited a little while until LeAnne announced I wasn't looking green any longer. Then I did a quick feel for the woman, and came across her husband working inside the house.
"Hey, LeAnne. You remember the guy who built the concession shack for the football field stadium last year?"
"I think so, yes. Mr. Peterson asked the student counsel if we could help pay for it, and since I was the treasurer, I wanted to know exactly what we were spending the money on. I spent two days after school getting that guy straightened out about the design. I have to admit he built it faster than I thought was possible, but he couldn't design anything worth a darn."
"Well, it looks like he did okay adding on to the house. And I think if you hadn't gone over the plans he had made up, the concession stand would have had customers during the day too."
"I see. What do you want to do? I suggest we go back to your car and find a phone to call the police."
"Not yet. We're here for a reason, remember? Actually, we're here for a couple of reasons. And I want to see what they've done to the place before the police go through it and rip everything out. I've already taken care of our carpenter friend, and if I have to, I can send the woman into dreamland too. I don't feel anyone else around us for miles."
So we started our way down the steep incline, keeping our eyes and ears open for signs of the woman. It wasn't until we were nearing the house that I felt the presence of several others coming up from the cellar.
"Shit," I said quietly as I pulled LeAnne over to the wall of the house. Three women and two men walked right by the window next to us, talking very loudly and somewhat incoherently.
"What's the matter?" LeAnne whispered. "And where did they come from?"
"They all just got finished sampling their latest batch in the cellar. I don't understand why I didn't feel them down there. Maybe we should go get the police after all. I'm not feeling up to making contact with all five of their minds. I'm feeling a bit light headed right now from the little bit I just did."
Just as we were about to try and leave, three more men came up out of the cellar and stood by the window talking excitedly. For some reason the cellar had shielded their presence from my scans, and I wondered how my mother hadn't remembered anything about that unique feature of her childhood home.
We heard the door slam again as the first group left the house. We couldn't go back the way we came without the men at the window seeing us, and the voices from around the corner were getting louder. I was forming a blanket sleep command while praying it wouldn't cause me to toss the french toast sticks I had eaten for breakfast.
But then LeAnne tugged my arm to follow her, and led us away from the loud group who had apparently just come out for some fresh air. LeAnne jumped when she turned the corner, but then after standing very still a moment, she motioned for me to follow her again.
I was surprised to find the cat calling woman sitting on her head with her butt in the air, smiling at us from between her legs no more than ten feet away. Her eyes were dilated, and she seemed unaware of our presence even though she was looking straight at us. Her eyes didn't even follow us as we carefully crept past her, and if I hadn't been able to see her breathing, I would have thought she was dead.
Just as we got past the woman's empty gaze, I had a flashback of one of my mother's descriptions of the house.
"LeAnne," I thought to her, "You see the tall weeds behind her? There's a small wood door behind them that leads down to the cellar. If we can get it open, we can find out if they messed with the equipment or not. I'm pretty sure I know where the pantry is in relation to where that..."
"Colleen!!" someone cried from the front of the house. "Colleen!! Something's wrong with Richard!"
LeAnne and I looked at each other before scrambling over to the hidden wooden door. To our dismay, it was padlocked and apparently nailed shut, but when I leaned against it to adjust my position, my hand went right through the rotten wood. We heard someone coming, so without any further hesitation, I knocked the rest of it out, then watched as LeAnne disappeared down the dark hole.
"Colleen, snap out of it girl!" a woman's voice said practically next to me. She had startled me so much I instantly jumped through the hole, somehow managing to slip through it without touching the sides or making a sound. Or at least not until I knocked LeAnne back on her ass when I hit the dirt floor.
We kept very still, straining our ears to catch any signs of pursuit. But after several minutes of only hearing our hearts pounding, LeAnne sighed and whispered, "In case you haven't noticed, there's nothing to stand on to get back out that way."
"We'll think of something," I said taking my surroundings in a little more.
I quickly realized I had no idea where the food pantry was. Where I had expected an open space to be, there was a wall. The pantry should have been just on the other side of that open space.
"This wall is new," I said thinking out loud. "The pantry should be on the other side of it. Come on. Looks like there's a way through over here."
The passage we entered was shrouded in complete darkness, so we were feeling our way around blindly when I ran into a hollow wooden wall.
"Shit," I softly exclaimed. "I got a splinter.. on my fuckin' nose."
"Stop worrying about your nose. No one will notice another red spot with all those zits," LeAnne teased. "Come over here. I can see some light ahead."
I felt my way around the offending wooden wall, and saw a trace of light around another corner. As we made our way closer to the source of the light, the strange odor we had been getting traces of ever since we entered the cellar was getting stronger.
LeAnne made a "pssst" sound, drawing my attention to the stairs beside us on our left. But she also drew my attention to the strange silence we had been walking around in. Ever since we had entered the cellar, we hadn't heard a single sound from the house above. And there was this steady hum which had a whispery sound to it, just loud enough to hide our own movements from us, yet wasn't loud enough to hide anything else.
The dim light came from a door slightly ajar and was just barely detectable by our eyes. We approached it very carefully, finding the background noises came from behind the door.
The sound and light got stronger as LeAnne pushed the heavy but well hung door, relieving the strain on my eyes when I could see more than just vague shapes.
"Look at this," LeAnne said, entering the room.
I followed her inside, finding the source of our light coming from the five huge coffee machines' glowing switches. Or at least they first appeared to be coffee machines, but once I took a closer look at them, they were far more complicated, and no coffee machine ever made swooshing noises like what was coming from them.
"Man it stinks in here," I said before climbing up on a chair and lifting the lid on one. As the seal on the top released with a "ssssop", I was hit in the face by a cloud of odorous steam. I totally forgot all about looking inside as a wonderful warm sensation started spreading through my body.
"Tim? What's wrong?"
"Nothin's wong," I said, finding myself becoming as light as a feather. "Everythins fine. See?" I sang as I gently pushed off the chair to float gently down to the ground like a leaf off a tree.
More like a rock off a cliff. I crashed into the hard floor, and it took several minutes for me to unscramble my senses and spit out the dirt in my mouth. The room was still spinning around me when suddenly light flooded in through the half open door.
I couldn't understand what LeAnne was trying to silently say, but had enough sense to stay quiet while she started pulling me by my limp arms. I tried to help by attempting to get up on my feet, but I didn't get half way up before I kissed the dirt floor again.
I heard men's voices, and LeAnne was frantically trying to get me to move. I struggled to my hands and knees and managed to half crawl as she half dragged me to the corner under the table next to the door.
LeAnne was one sharp cookie, that's for sure. No sooner than I crawled under the table next to her, the door was flung open the rest of the way, blocking our hiding place from view.
"Shit, it smells in here!" a man said as he uncovered four full plastic milk cartons.
"Come on," another man's voice said as he took two of them. "By the time they get back, the stuff will be ready and the room won't smell so bad. They won't even know we had cooked up some more and took the first batch with us."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I guess its lucky for us Richard knocked himself out like that. I don't know how we would have sneak this much out if everyone hadn't left with them. But I still don't get why he runs these things in this hole where there isn't any fresh air. You know how strong that stuff can get down here."
They shut the door, chatting about the smell some more as they went back upstairs. The light coming from under the door finally shut off, and a moment later we faintly heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut.
Surprisingly, I felt pretty relaxed, and almost too comfortable to move. But LeAnne insisted, so I got out of her way, only to find the middle of the floor was even more comfortable, especially when I laid flat on my back.
LeAnne immediately tried the door and found it apparently padlocked from the outside. I watched her with a sense of concerned amusement as she attempted to force it open.
"Tim.." she said in a haggard voice. "Come over here and help me.."
I struggled to my feet and glided over to her, then insisted she let a man try.
After spending five minutes working on the door, I said, "You know what?"
"What?"
"I think they locked it," and fell to the floor in a giggle fit.
"Oh!" she said stomping her foot. "Why did you have to open that thing!"
I suddenly got very still, captured by the sight of her standing there illuminated by the green light. She was thinking very hard about what she could do to get us out, and her thoughts became like music to my mind.
She seemed to stand there forever, poising for me as her mind sang a lovely lullaby. I could see her eyes sparkle in the dim green light, and I felt so happy just to be in the same room with her.
"LeAnne," my voice softly said. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. God, I love you."
Her eyes moved their stare towards me, filling me with another warm feeling. I must have been smiling so hard my teeth were showing, and I sighed with happiness as she smiled back at me a little.
A small cloud of steam being released from the machine I had opened caught her attention a moment later, and once her smile faded, she said, "Oh my God. I think I'm starting to feel it too. I have to get that lid back on right."
She climbed up on the chair, and easily pushed the lid safely back on all the way. But the chair gave out just as she was starting to get down, and her waving arms knocked the machine off the table, crashing not more than a foot away from my relaxed body.
"Oh NO!" she cried as the boiling hot liquid flowed out.
Even though I had been feeling really relaxed, the shock of the machine falling next to me, combined by the scolding drops that had sprinkled my face and arms made me get up as the steaming tidal wave was reflected by the wall and door. I hopped up on the table behind me just as it flooded the area I had been laying in.
"Damn it, Damn it, Damn IT!" LeAnne cried loudly. She had managed to upright the machine before its entire contents had washed out, but at least four fifths had spilled out. And even though it was seeping out underneath the door fairly quickly, LeAnne knew she was in trouble since the room was filled by the hot steam.
She came over to where I was sitting on the table to limply lean against me and sigh. Her sigh sent a new wave a happiness through me, and her mouth had closed long before the echo finally faded in my ears.
I felt so overjoyed feeling her side touching my leg. There seemed nothing else could be more fulfilling to me than to simply be in physical contact with her like that.
I wanted to scream my love for her, but I was paralyzed by the fear of disrupting the purely heavenly moment. I was in awe of her presence, of her mind, and of her..
The world stood still for me when I noticed she had turned around and was looking at me. I knew her every thought and felt her every emotion, and without her needing to even hint at it, I moved over so she could join me on the table.
Her light colored skin seemed to brighten as she settled down next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I could feel her life force wherever her body touched mine, and I basked in its warmth like she was the sun in the sky.
Without realizing I was doing it, I had moved our positions so she had her back against my chest. And when I sensed she was slightly discomforted by the cramped position her legs were in, I didn't hesitate to shove the two machines off beside us to give her the room she needed.
There was a huge flash of light and a thunderous boom, then suddenly we found ourselves floating among the clouds of heaven. I knew it was heaven because there was an angel with LeAnne's face flying towards me, her skin glowing brightly with love.
I laid back on the soft cloud as she descended on top of me, filling my vision with her beautiful face, and filling my heart with a searing love for her soul.
We closed our eyes before our lips and bodies pressed together in their kiss, feeling our thoughts and minds merging like two drops of water in a glass just big enough to hold the two of us. Our life forces mixed as our still rising joy flowed through the meaningless skin between us. And after struggling seemingly forever to merge our souls, we found ourselves having to be satisfied with just merging our bodies instead.
Our limbs moved with a fluidity they had never achieved before as piece by piece our clothing came off. The need to make every square inch of our bodies touch the other's filled our minds and beings, and that eventually became focused on filling her cunt with my dick.
My right foot momentarily found some resistance pushing against it as my cock slipped into its rightful place, but then it gave way moments before another flash of light and a distant clap of thunder spread across the heavenly cloudscape.
The clouds around us began surging with new moisture while our life energy flowed back and forth with our humping motions. Our joined minds wished to stay together, and we were finding it hard to decide just which body to inhabit. But we came to the decision that we would live inside her body together forever, and began focusing our energy towards that goal.
I felt an incredible pressure building in my dick, finding it filled with a larger amount of blood than it had ever held before. The arousal and lust stirred up inside our still individual bodies began pulling our minds apart, causing us to focus on our separate individual pleasure while the heavenly clouds around us began to darken and change.
We soon were in the waters of a sea of lust, finding ourselves sinking deeper into our needs for a climax. We began trying to suck up the life energy we had been sharing and exchanging, and soon we were struggling with all our might to take it from the other.
I began sending her body surges of sexual pleasure to throw her off, but she retaliated with her cunt sucking my blood engorged cock into her deeper and burrowing her fingers into my willing ass.
The eyes of my grandmother and grandfather who had lived most of their lives in that very house seemed to be peering down from above, watching and passing judgment as I began my final attack on LeAnne's weakening resistance. As our white light shifted to a flickering yellow, I surged every ounce of strength I had into flushing a powerful wave of pleasure into her body, and instantly blew her defenses away, leaving her completely at my mercy.
But just as I was about to claim my prize, the eyes of my grandmother peered through LeAnne's, killing my ambition and aggression, and resulted in my unconditional surrender as we plunged deeper into the orange flames of hell.
The sight of LeAnne's face, the sounds of our carnal screams, and the semen rushing through my loins faded into the darkness, leaving only the image of my grandfather's eyes looking into my soul. Those eyes, those intense and powerful eyes, finally pulled my soul from my body and guided me through the blackness in search of the light.
Through a window that suddenly appeared, my being left the darkness behind, rising into the cloudless blue sky at an incredible speed. The ground flashed below me in a blur of browns and greens, then suddenly flashed to an ocean blue before passing through the terminator line which separated night and day.
The night seemed to be draining the life from my being, colors fading away as I felt it steal the warmth from my bodiless form. Then the eyes seemed to lose their grip and I found myself slowing and falling towards the black surface of the water. The eyes of my grandfather grew smaller and more distant until they were just another star in the cloudless sky.
I felt my hope begin to slip away, but at the last minute I managed to grab onto it as a small island formed off the horizon. Within moments I was passing through its trees, then came to a swooping stop at the center of a clearing, my being gaining warmth as I floated just above the flames of a campfire. My attention became focused on the group of people from an assortment of different races, and it took me a moment to realized they were all standing behind my grandfather who wore an expression of surprise.
Before I could even process this information, my grandfather scooped me up in his seemingly giant hand and tossed me into the cold waters of the sea. Choking for the lack of air, I desperately began swimming towards the surface, struggling against the current that was constantly pulling me downwards.
Just as I was about to submit to the life stealing water, I felt myself break through the surface, coughing and wheezing for air.
I found my lungs were not full of water, but of smoke. Then I found LeAnne's naked and unconscious body laying on top of me coughing in its sleep, and these two things forced my barely functioning brain to focus on our surroundings.
The room was filled with smoke, and I slowly realized it was still lit by a yellow flickering light. My head pounded with pain as I struggled to get out from under LeAnne, then nearly fell off the table afterwards when my muscles didn't want to work right.
My hazy mind cleared a little as my heart pumped some leftover adrenaline through my veins. I formed three clear conclusions while I steadied my shaking body:
1) Sparks from a toppled machine had reached our clothes and started a fire. 2) The fire had spread to the cover the men had used to hide their jugs under the table across from us. 3) There was still a full machine on the table by the opposite wall.
I knew I was in no shape to try using the last container to put out the small fire, and threw the idea out completely realizing it would have sent us flying through the clouds again.
I shook off the strong desire to escape into that heavenly dreamscape, then noticed one of the machines had punched a partial hole in the wall. If my head hadn't been pounding with a near immobilizing headache, I wouldn't have tried using the last machine to punch a way through the wall by the door.
Not only did the machine not even dent the wall, it didn't even get close enough to the fire where I could fling some of the liquid onto the still fairly small flames. I felt the warm happiness grow inside my gut, and so I sank down next to the door in defeat, coughing what I thought would be my last conscious breath away.
I suddenly found myself crashing into the floor again, and it took me a few moments to realize I had been hit by the door and hadn't just simply fallen over.
In a last ditch attempt to save us, I ordered the forty three year old woman's mind to do whatever was necessary to save us and protect us from being discovered as I slipped into a warm and happy state of unconsciousness.
I awoke with a splitting headache and a cough that didn't help my head feel any better. I was in a very soft bed which was far too short for my length, and found LeAnne sitting next to me wearing a robe and a weary face.
When she cleared her throat to speak, she ended up triggering coughing fit before she finally managing to gasp "You okay?"
I attempted to sit up, finding my head pounding from the motion. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a few moments, then opened them as LeAnne slipped under the covers to join me.
Something about the way she relaxed next to me told me she had met with our host and everything for the moment was taken cared of. So I didn't concern myself about anything except going back to sleep to escape my headache.
Somewhere in my slumber, I felt the touches of Joey's mind touching mine, and woke up in time to feel the relief and strength of a share link form. I quickly filled Joey in on what had happened, then realized LeAnne wasn't in the bed with me and got up to look for her.
Joey was apologizing for something as I rummaged around the room for something to wear. I had to query him on what he was 'talking' about, then realized I was feeling like I had sipped a small amount of the drink.
Apparently Dawn had talked Joey into wanting to taking her other cherry, and Joey had agreed. Joey, John, and Dawn had just finished their glasses of drink when Joey's conscience started giving him trouble. The reason he had been looking for me was to ask me if I thought it was okay for him to take her ass.
I had slipped my hardon into my smoky underpants which apparently had been the only thing to survive the fire, and I struggled to give him an answer as I put on a shirt someone had left for me. But I forgot all about his question when I heard LeAnne's familiar moan.
I rushed downstairs, following my lock on her presence into the old farmhouse kitchen. I thought I was ready to handle anything, but hadn't expected to find LeAnne sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide while the light brown haired woman busily ate her out with the aid of a wooden spoon.
My already hard dick jerked in its confinement, and I quickly sent Joey my approval while I watched LeAnne buck her mound against the woman's face.
I knew LeAnne's sex drive would eventually slow down and reach a more normal level, but even after having nearly died from smoke inhalation, not to mention the overdose of the hallucinogenic drug we had been breathing lungfuls of, LeAnne's newly found sexual needs had prompted her to investigate her suspicions about the woman.
The view of the open land through the window behind them caused me a moment of confusion before realizing the woman had taken us to her own home as per my commands had forced her to do.
Peggy Hanson was the youngest of three daughters born and raised on that farm. Their mother had died a few years after she had been born, and Peg's father had lost hope of ever having the son he had wanted, but found his youngest daughter very eager to do the things he wanted to do with a son. Having a farm required a lot of physical labor to keep it going, and without Peg's help her father would have surely worked himself to an early grave.
As you might expect, Peg lived the life of a tomboy, and had made her father very happy for a while. But then her body betrayed her by growing into the woman she never wanted to be.
It appeared to her that one night she had gone to bed thinking about how sexy a close friend's body had become, and the next morning she awoke with softer skin and a noticeable increase of mass in her breasts. They kept growing until at the late age of seventeen, she found herself the envy of every girl in her school by having the sexiest body in the county.
Of course the fact she wouldn't wear a bra didn't help any, and while she did lose her virginity a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, she never really wanted anything but to be one of the guys.
The night before her graduation, Isabelle Esther, one of the women who had taught at her high school, invited her over to her farmhouse, and began seducing the innocent Peg. After spending nearly the entire summer having lemonade and sandwiches three times a week, Peg finally admitted to herself she wanted Ms. Esther's body, and then spent the following day and night experiencing the joys of lesbian sex.
My thoughts returned to the scene in front of me when LeAnne gasped, "Yes, Peg! YES!" while Peg fucked LeAnne's cunt with the long handled spoon.
It struck me that while LeAnne was far from the innocent girl Peg had been, Peg was in fact living out her mentor's and lover's role in her first lesbian experience. Isabelle had been stirring the freshly made lemonade with a long handled wooden spoon when Peg had walked up to her with the look Isabelle knew all too well in her eyes.
With the spoon still in her hand, Isabelle reached out to the girl young enough to be her daughter. It was while they were locked in their struggle to feel each other's body when Isabelle found a better use for her old wooden spatula.
I realized Peg had her jeans open and had been frigging herself through her white panties before stopping to use both hands as she twisted the spoon with each plunge. LeAnne's cries of pleasure were starting to have an effect on me, and it took me a moment to notice LeAnne was crying my name to join them.
But when Peg realized what LeAnne's voice was saying, she jerked backwards and onto her feet, holding the wet spoon like a weapon.
The commands in her mind immediately forced her to drop the stance when she realized it was me, finding herself unable to even think of hurting me. But she had long ago found she couldn't trust men to not try and take advantage of her very feminine body, and quickly buttoned up her button fly jeans.
Peg and I both rushed to help LeAnne after her desperate attempts to pleasure herself had resulted in her falling over backwards in her chair. But LeAnne continued to frig herself as if nothing had happened, taking the wooden spoon from Peg and using it on herself.
My sore dick continued to try and hold its hardon, but finally gave up from the intense strain it had been put through earlier.
After LeAnne calmed down, Peg loaned her a pair of her pants, then drug out a pair of her father's old overalls for me. She and LeAnne were very chatty about the farm, and I wondered where LeAnne got the energy. I was still a little tired and sore even after getting a recharge from Joey's share link, and was pretty quiet for most of the time.
Peg drove us back to my grandparent's old house taking the front entrance that everyone had been using. My mother had given me directions to the back way in, figuring the old bridge at the front entrance would have been too weak to cross. But the state had repaved the road leading up to it, and then for some reason they also replaced the old wooden bridge with a modern one. No one used the back road anymore, mostly because no one had bothered to move that fallen tree.
Richard and Colleen were trying to salvage what they could when we arrived. Thankfully Colleen hadn't had a chance to smoke another drug enhanced cigarette, allowing me to make them both view us as close friends of the family.
I was rather hesitant about going back down into the cellar, and I avoided that small room all together. It was like an entirely different world walking around the cellar alone with the lights on. But coming back from checking out the way we had come in the first time I almost walked right into the same wooden wall I had before.
"Well I'll be.." I muttered to myself as I realized what that wooden wall was for.
I opened the food pantry and found everything right were it was supposed to be. Well, everything but the food pantry itself since they had moved it from the base of the stairs when they built the room for their stills.
LeAnne and I carried the equipment back to my car in silence and we didn't say much on the drive home. We both felt strangely satisfied with how things had turned out. It was like all the magic and excitement we felt between us had been used up in that brief time up in those clouds. The spark between us had nearly used up all its fuel when it had flared into that brilliant flame, and now we were simply burnt out.
Just after dark, I pulled into her parents' driveway, then we sat for a few minutes trying to figure out what to say. Neither one of us wanted to hurt the other's feelings, but at the same time we knew we had to tell the other it was over.
When I finally peeked into her head and found the same thoughts as I had been thinking, I leaned over to her and said, "Promise me you'll be careful about who you have sex with. I don't want to have to worry about you."
She understood what I was saying underneath my words. Her answer came in her kiss, which was also a thank you and a good bye.
I pulled out of the driveway after watching her close her front door, feeling a twinge of remorse mixed in with my sigh of relief. I put the finishing touches on the programming of Jane and Rick to help her through the tough parts of her self inflicted torture.
I call it torture because the two main devices she would be using basically were high capacity doughnut-shaped balloons that she would insert inside her two cavities after she had stretched herself to her maximum capacity. She would then work on building muscles by constantly pushing against the balloons to prevent them from expanding her insides any further.
Jane or Rick would assist her when it was time to increase the pressure by amounts so small the gauge had been specially built for the purpose. Eventually she would be in agony from the strain, and would be immobilized for several hours after each increase of the pressure. She would be unable to relax against the pressure until the conditioning had been completed and the balloons deflated. If she did relax for even a moment, the balloons possibly could have caused her serious injury, or at the minimum she would have to start all over again.
LeAnne and I did stop to talk in the halls at school afterwards, and even went out to breakfast a few times. I'll never forget when she walked up with her new hooters, their points growing hard through the stretched material right in front of my eyes. My own organ grew hard from the look she was giving me, and in ten minutes I was putting her through her paces, having her lick, suck, and fuck me in every way possible.
We added two new items to our list of sexual activities, each of us suggesting one. After I fucked her virgin tits three times.... Well, let's just say after LeAnne had finished pleasuring my ass, I had a dozen wooden spoons added to the toy box at home and at school.
And after going through some of my grandmother's things my mother had saved, I couldn't help but wonder if grandma knew about the joys of wooden spoons. My mom told me she had kept one in her bathroom which she had never used for anything as far as my mom knew.
Yep, Grandma was a wise ole woman all right. I bet she could have shown me a wonder or two.