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"Jackstraw"
   by Night Writer


The sun warmed her face as she tipped her chin up into the blanket
of summer heat. She had closed her eyes long ago, only after his
bronzed chest and shoulders finally failed to block the blazing
disk that made its way across the sky above them. She stretched
luxuriously under him, her hands and arms exploring the hard
contours of muscle and bone. Then, as if gliding through a warm,
shifting sea, she spread her arms wide, hands plunging into the
warm sand just beyond the edges of the rumpled towel. "Nothing
should feel this good," she thought.

The corners of her wide mouth rose slightly. A small space opened
between her lips. His movements were achingly slow, maddeningly
precise, wonderfully matched to her own rhythms. He floated and
landed, again and again, filling her with inch after inch of firm,
tireless flesh. He was a perfect fit.

She squinted up at him, now needing to watch him as they both
neared an effortless climax. His golden face showed the lines and
creases of many summers spent in the Florida sun. He answered her
gaze with smiling eyes, assuring her that he shared every detail
of her joy.

"Susan...Susan?...Susan!"

She jumped, startled at the intrusion into her daydream. Jack
stood beside her, waiting impatiently for her attention. Eyeing
her reflection in the newly cleaned window, she backed away and
turned to acknowledge him.

"A penny for your thoughts? You were a million miles away!"

Lowering the bucket and washrag to the floor, she walked to him,
smiling her best smile. Her hands moved smoothly around his waist
as her mouth begged for a kiss. She had decided against a bra this
Saturday morning, and had left an extra button undone on the fresh
cotton blouse.  Susan watched her husband take a long look at her
breasts and hardening nipples. She giggled as she caught him
staring.

"What's so funny?" he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Like what you see?"

"I love what I see, but I wouldn't go shopping like that if I were
you."

"Who said anything about shopping?" she teased.

Her fingers trailed across his stomach, down to the fly of his
freshly pressed slacks. She rubbed lightly along the length of the
zipper, finally finding the soft bulge behind it. It thickened
under her hand, and she smiled again, warmed by his response.

"Look Hon, I'm playing golf with the boss this morning. I have to
leave now to make it on time. You know how important this
promotion is to our future. How about a raincheck?"

"Aw, c'mon. Wouldn't you rather stay home and play with me?"

"Sure I would, but this is important. Gotta go!"

Pulling away, he hefted the bag of clubs to his shoulder as he
turned and headed for the door. After two steps, he stopped,
returned hurriedly to where he had left her standing, and gave her
a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She stood silently as she watched him dart through the door.
Seconds later, she heard the familiar roar of the red Corvette as
he pulled from the driveway, then the dying growl as it raced away
from her.

She returned to the window, again noticing her reflection on the
sparkling surface.

"Not too bad for twenty-eight years. I'm definitely in better
shape than any of my friends."

The buttons of the blouse popped open as she pulled at them,
finally baring her to the waist. She was proud of her breasts.
They weren't large, but she liked the pert, round shape of them;
there was just enough to jiggle when she walked. Sometimes she
wondered if Jack wished they were larger, although she was sure he
would never tell her. He hadn't found much time for her lately,
and sex had become too infrequent as the months passed.

"He's just working too hard," she told herself as she lightly
brushed the small, hard nipples with both hands.

"He's doing it for us, for our future. I should be happy."

As she resumed her housework, she found her thoughts returning to
the warm beach, the crashing waves, and the bronzed lover who fit
so neatly inside her. Had Jack been there, he would have heard her
sharp gasps and seen her hand at work inside the faded cutoffs,
then watched her slim body's regular spasms as she cried out
softly, "Oh God, oh God, please fuck me..."

**

Small droplets of sweat fell from Jack's face as he labored at his
desk. He had remained at work long after the others had returned
to their wives, husbands and families.

The last rays of the setting sun entered the tall windows behind
him, bathing the stark walls with a golden glow, painting the
office with color. The roomful of glass and steel projected a maze
of geometric shadows onto the far wall. Susan had called the décor
a cross between Captain Kirk and the Marquis de Sade, but Jack was
sure her dislike was more for the young, quirky, blonde decorator.

Gasping and panting as he worked, he continued to enjoy the
gleaming landscape of throat, breasts, and belly spread across the
glass desktop. His hands wandered over the smooth firm curves of
her body as she smiled up at him. Was it a look of amusement, or
satisfaction? He could never tell.

Her large breasts bounced sharply with each of his thrusts.
Cascades of raven hair fell over the opposite edge of the desk,
shimmering and coursing like a dark waterfall.

At just the right moment, she whispered, "Come in me, Jack. Now."

It was all he needed to nudge him over the edge. Losing control as
she moaned in her own approaching orgasm, he felt the semen surge
through the length of his penis, then rush into her as their cries
rose to fill the empty office.

He stood between her legs, recovering, watching her panting body
finish its rhythmic spasms as she whipped her head from side to
side. She finally went limp; her body relaxed, exhaling a final
deep sigh.

She opened her eyes slowly, then, after a minute, knew she would
have to be the first to break the silence.

"Ummmm, that was great, Jack. It was just what I needed after a
day like today. Thanks, Boss."

Jack smiled back as he pulled out of her, satisfied with her
praise. He glanced at the clock and winced.

"Shit! It's late! I promised Susan I'd be home on time tonight.
Damn!"

"Jack, you're such a charmer."

"Yeah, right Jacqueline."

She strolled to the middle of the dark office, keeping her back to
him as she bent to retrieve a dark wisp of fabric from the thick
carpet. She paused, teasing him with a tempting view of her
perfect ass.

"Jesus, she's beautiful!" Jack told himself. His gaze followed the
long lines of her slender tapering legs from ankles to ass,
finally stopping and at the pouting labia, still moist with his
semen.

Moving her face from behind the silky column of leg against leg,
she smiled back at him, knowing the effect she had on him.

"Like what you see?"

Her words startled him a little. His conscience rose to remind him
that Susan had used the same words only two days ago to show her
need for him. He was used to managing the guilt that accompanied
these sessions with Jacqueline, but the uncanny coincidence caught
him off- guard.

Jack dressed faster and glanced at the clock again, now realizing
it was very late. Susan would surely be worried or upset by now,
and he would have to fabricate another excuse. Cursing to himself,
he allowed his face to show the uneasiness he felt.

"OK. I recognize that 'Susan will be upset' look all too well.
Jack, you really should decide what you want. Your life would be
much less complicated."

Her unsolicited advice irritated him, but he knew better than to
let the situation escalate. Besides, he had to get home.

Forcing a smile as he adjusted his tie, he answered, "Variety's
the spice of life, Jacqueline!"

"I'm satisfied with our little arrangement, Jack. I just hope you
are."

"Couldn't be happier," he huffed as he patted the sheer black
panties, now stretched over her firm ass. He bolted for the door,
then paused as he looked back at her, taking one last look at the
nearly naked, statuesque beauty.

"Oh, Jacqueline, are the McKenzie files ready for our meeting
tomorrow?"

"Yes, Jack. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Have I ever let
you down?"

He knew she was right. With her combination of brains, beauty, and
cool composure under the worst kind of pressure, he was sure she
wouldn't remain his assistant for long.

Smiling with admiration, he replied, "Well, you certainly haven't
this evening! Bye!"

He closed the door just in time to avoid the black lace bra she
fired at him as he left. Jacqueline stood there, her body bathed
in the blue glow from the city lights, shaking her head slowly and
smiling.

***

Susan squeezed through the door, trying to keep the sudden fall
chill from entering behind her. She was early as usual, eager to
spend the day designing vacations for the clients of the small but
innovative travel agency.

She leafed through the stack of new brochures while waiting for
the monitor to come to life. A quick study, she learned to use the
PC soon after taking the job, but still preferred the look and
feel of the slick, glossy pamphlets. Before long, lush colorful
scenes from Brazil, Sweden, Costa Rica, France, and Thailand were
spread across her desk as she imagined Jack and herself sweltering
on a Rio beach, or exploring a Costa Rican rainforest, surrounded
by tropical foliage and exotic wildlife. They hadn't been on a
vacation since their honeymoon five years ago. Now her love of
travel and faraway lands was spent sending others to places she
longed for. "If only Jack could get away," she sighed.

"And what did you and loverboy do this weekend?"

Elaine stood behind her, watching her drool over the pictures.

"Oh, Elaine, I didn't know you were in yet."

"Obviously not. Lost in one of your fantasies again?"

Susan blushed as she gathered the pamphlets and returned them to
the stack. Elaine joined the agency two years before her. She had
helped show her the ropes, and they quickly became best friends.
Susan was grateful for someone she could confide in, and was often
surprised at how easily she was able to share her most private
thoughts and feelings. But Elaine was like that. Outspoken and
uninhibited, she possessed a natural talent for eliciting the most
candid responses from those close to her.

"Well, c'mon. Tell me. Did it work? Did he rip your clothes off
and screw you right there in the kitchen?  Tell me!"

"Not quite. He had a tee time with his boss. He's working really
hard to get this promotion. It was just bad timing."

"You're kidding! Oh Susan, I'm sorry. You must be devastated, you
poor thing!"

"Really Elaine, it's no big deal. He'll make it up to me. It's for
our future."

"But what about you? I know how horny you are. It's written all
over you. You can't be satisfied much longer by those fantasy
studs of yours!"

"Shhh! Elaine! Not so loud. We have customers."

They both looked up at once into the amused face of the first
customer of the day. His piercing gray eyes stared back at them,
refusing to show the slightest trace of embarrassment. Elaine
smiled and retreated, but not before giving Susan a wink and a
teasing nudge as she left.

"Hi. What can I help you with today?" Susan offered quickly.

"Well, I'd like to plan a vacation, but I'm looking for something
a bit different - something exotic, away from the usual tourist
traps."

"That's our specialty! In fact, we've just received these new
brochures -"

With a nervous wave of her hand, she managed to send the stack of
pamphlets flying. In an instant, she was kneeling beside her desk,
reassembling the scattered paper into a random hodgepodge of
color. She could sense him close to her as he knelt to help with
the mess. Looking up from the floor to thank him, she caught him
staring, and tried to look away.

There was something about his face that held her. He wasn't
handsome, but had a look that promised to welcome any response she
would make. A thick, black mustache framed a constant smile that
displayed rows of dazzlingly white teeth behind it. He projected a
feeling of familiarity, and Susan found herself comparing his
ability to set her at ease with Elaine's.

Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? The busy office around them
seemed to stand still. She felt as though she was emptying herself
into the dark wells of his eyes. Flecks of gold floated in the
surrounding green of each iris. The effect was hypnotizing. Now
her world existed in the tumbling patterns that held her
motionless, fixed in his gaze.

The sensation was subtle, but unmistakable in its intent. The
smooth stroke caressed her thigh, finally nesting in the moist
folds between her legs. She allowed the sudden warmth to wash over
her. It surrounded her, dark, calm and soothing, as she
surrendered everything that she was, allowing him to know her
completely.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"So, when might I be able to go?" he asked. The brilliant green of
a tropical forest now blocked her view of him as he held the
pamphlet up for her approval.

"Oh! Um, well, let me check the, ah, the, the. . ."

"The computer?" he added, smiling, as he lightly tapped the
monitor.

Back at her desk, she began the sequence of mouse clicks and field
entries necessary to construct his trip. He would go alone.

"I just need to escape for a while," he had answered. "Unless
you'd like to join me," he grinned.

"Don't I wish!" she thought to herself, then nervously hit the
"Exit" key by mistake. Apologizing, she started over. He sat back
in his chair, almost amused she thought, and watched her work
while the gold flecks rolled and sparkled in his green eyes.

Soon the arrangements were completed, and he left just as suddenly
as he had arrived. The rest of the morning was a blur - a few more
customers, the usual paperwork, and of course Elaine's relentless
questions and suggestive ribbing.

At 12:01, she plunged into the biting wind again, this time not
seeming to mind the sting on her cheeks, and wondered how she
could have accepted Winston Dunne's not-so-innocent invitation to
join him for lunch.

***

He didn't mind at all when she sat him in the large comfortable
chair and proceeded to tie his wrists to the heavy wooden arms.
She had collected several of his best ties during his frequent
visits to her lavishly appointed home, and secured him tightly
with two of her favorites. Jacqueline had never shown a penchant
for bondage before, but Jack was always game for a new adventure.

She smiled wickedly as she circled him, pacing like a hungry
lioness. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she stopped
and looked down at him, almost able to hear his pounding heartbeat
from the short distance that separated them.

Without a word, she slowly stripped in front of him, never taking
her eyes off his unbelieving expression. Finally naked, she
dropped to her knees, and then crawled toward him. Her hungry
hands unfastened his belt, opened his fly, and pulled the stiff
shaft of rubbery meat into the dim candlelight of her bedroom.
Taking the hard purple head into her mouth, she circled the flared
edge of it several times, then explored the gaping opening with
the pointed tip of her tongue. She brought him to the edge again
and again, always stopping when his thighs began to shake and his
head fell back onto the padding of the high-backed chair.

Just as Jack thought he would finally find relief from her
torture, Jacqueline stopped, rose to her feet and walked to the
TV, six feet from where she had placed Jack's chair. She tapped
the switch, filling the room with the set's blue glow.

"Ummm, Jacqueline. Dirty movies?"

"Yes, Jack, dirty movies."

He stared intently at the couple, barely discernable in the dim
light. The girl was naked. Slim and long-waisted with velvet skin,
she stood with her back to the camera, facing her lover as she
slowly removed his clothing. The camera zoomed closer, now showing
more clearly the rising of his chest as he breathed deeply, and
his masterful eyes as he watched her. Trembling fingers undid
button after button of the crisp white shirt. Her hands found
their way inside, damp palms testing the warm flesh of his
shoulders, arms, and belly. She moved a step closer and rested her
cheek on his bare chest, her arms now clinging to his lean torso.
He smiled and moved his hands down her long back, stopping to
lightly caress the silky firmness of her ass. She stiffened
slightly and allowed a soft cry of surprise to escape when his
fingers worked their way lower into the damp crevice between her
legs.

Click. The screen went black. Jacqueline stood between Jack and
the TV, remote in hand. Again, she went to her knees, crawled to
him, and sucked the dripping head of his cock into her mouth. He
chuckled, finally seeing her little game. She brought him to the
brink of orgasm one more time, then stopped, looking up into his
pleading eyes.

"Do you like my little movie, Jack?"

"Christ, Jacqueline, you've outdone yourself this time! You have
to give me the title when we're done. Looks like a must for my
collection. Where'd you get it?"

"Want to see more?"

"Hell yes. I can play this game as long as you can!"

"We'll see about that, Jack."

The screen flickered for a few seconds, then came to life. Jack
returned his attention to the screen, wondering how much longer he
could possibly hold out as Jacqueline sat at his feet and gently
stroked his genitals with both hands.

The girl's lover was naked, his hard angular body now a silhouette
in the surrounding shadows. She was on her knees in front of him,
again with her back to the camera. Reaching into the darkness, she
moved his erection into the light, milking and stroking it just
inches from her face. Soon it was obvious that she had taken him
into her mouth. The muscles of her neck and back hardened and
twisted and her hair danced to her even rhythm as she pulled at
his meaty cock. Although her face remained away from the camera,
the regular wet sucking sounds left nothing to the imagination.
Her body jerked and swayed as she devoured him with abandon. She
continued tirelessly, until finally, his hips rocked frantically
as he came in her mouth. Long moans rose from the darkness while
she greedily swallowed every drop of her warm, salty reward.

Click. The screen went black again and Jacqueline's mouth was on
him immediately. She licked and nibbled his stomach, tracing the
creases of his groin past the stiff shaft to his tightened sac.
One at a time, she sucked his balls into her mouth, firmly licking
and prodding them with her tongue. Jack chuckled as he tried to
free his wrists from the arms of the heavy chair.

"Give up, Jack? I know you're ready to cum."

"You've got it all wrong, Jacqueline. I could enjoy this for
hours."

"Well then, it looks like I have no choice but to force your
surrender."

"Do your best, my dear. Now, can you do that thing with your
tongue again?"

Click. The girl was now on her hands and knees, suspended over his
lean, naked body. Slowly but deliberately, her delicate fingers
lifted his cock, positioning it just under her glistening slit.
She lowered herself onto it, letting it enter her, an inch at a
time, until it completely filled her. Then, very slowly, she rose
and fell on it, gradually increasing the plunging of her narrow
hips to a frenzied pace. Quiet little grunts and sobs echoed
through the room, a predictable cadence to the nearly blurred
motion of her small hungry body. Her cries turned to louder
whimpering, then to a series of long moans as she continued to
suck him inside her.

It was more than enough to overcome Jack's best attempt to prolong
the game.  Jacqueline's hands were on his erect shaft, her mouth
and tongue working feverishly on the sensitive head.  He felt the
sudden surge of semen gush through the length of his cock.
Moaning, he watched her mouth and throat convulse as she refused
to allow one drop to escape her. He moaned again, louder this
time, as his eyes returned to the TV where the girl was now
screaming in her own orgasm. The intensity of his climax was
unnerving. Like some outside force, it seemed to control him,
smothering him in a continuing blanket of unrelenting release.

"Christ! Oh, God! Jesus, Jacqueline! Ohhhhaaagh. . ."

It was though he was riding a speeding wave, an equal mix of pure
lust and a terrifying loss of control.  It gave no sign of
stopping. Gratification and anxiety hit him in equal measures with
increasing intensity as the orgasm seemed to go on and on, until
finally draining his energy to the point of exhaustion.

Just when he thought he could no longer endure it, the wave that
carried him flattened and washed him quietly back to shore.  He
gasped for breath, grateful for the slowing of his racing pulse. 
On the screen, the girl had also finished, now collapsed onto her
lover's chest.  The slowing of her heavy breathing seemed to match
his own. After a long, deep kiss, she rolled off him, still winded
as her small firm breasts rose and fell, swollen pink nipples
casting short shadows onto the moist mounds beneath them.

Jack watched as Susan's eyes fluttered open.  She was smiling a
smile he had never seen, one hand exploring the contours of her
lover's chest.  He was drawn into the image, incredulous.  An icy
chill hit him as he struggled to comprehend what the glowing
screen presented.

Shock.  Paralyzing confusion.  Unbearable pain.  Uncontrollable
anger. Furious rage.  All these things swept over him in the short
time it took Susan to return her hand to the man's erection while
she covered his mouth with hers.  Within seconds, a milky river of
semen slowly covered her small fingers.

"God damn it, Jacqueline!  Where did you get this tape??  Who is
he?? Let me out of this fucking chair, you bitch!"

Jacqueline rose with an icy grin and circled to a position behind
the chair allowing Jack a better view of the couple, still
clutching each other, mouths locked in a deep probing kiss.

"Why Jack, don't you like my little game anymore?  Just a few
minutes ago you were cummimg in my mouth while you watched Susan
climax on another man's dick."

"You fucking bitch!  Untie me!  You drugged her!  Susan would
never..."

"Jack, Jack, Jack.  You didn't recognize her?  No wonder she has
to find strangers to satisfy her.  How long has it been since
you've fucked her, Jack.  How long since you've even looked twice
at her breasts or that smooth little ass?"

Jack pulled and twisted at his bonds, now feeling an
ever-increasing exhaustion that added to his frustration and
defeat.

"Jacqueline, you?  Why?  I trusted you.  We...How could you...?"

"So many questions, Jack."

She moved closer to the back of his chair and rested her hands on
his shaking shoulders. Sliding beneath his collar, she began to
massage the straining muscles of his back and neck.

"She didn't need drugs.  Winston is a very attractive man, and can
be very persuasive.  I've known him for a long, long time.  Oh,
and it wasn't a tape, Jack.  That's right, it happened while you
were watching, in another room here in the house.  I'm surprised
we couldn't hear her screaming downstairs while he fucked her
senseless."

"You're finished, you cunt!  You're not only fired, you won't even
be able to find a job in a whorehouse when I'm done with you!  So
untie me, pack up your shit and get out tomorrow, or I'll see that
your ass ends up in prison!  UNTIE ME, YOU PIECE OF SHI-"

The sharp pop stopped Jack in mid rant.  A thin hollow spike
shattered the back of his skull and entered through the small
ragged hole.  Her hands clutched his neck tightly, keeping a
hardened digit close to the entrance while the attached tendril
wove a path deep into the soft gray tissue. His body spasmed and
his eyes bulged as surrounding tangles of neurons were liquefied
and extracted through the advancing probe.

Genetic material was removed, ingested, and analyzed, but not
before mapping each connection, every cell's size and location,
everything that made Jack Jack.

After a final shudder, Jack's body slumped in the chair, eyes
staring wildly from the front of his empty skull.  Jacqueline
stood frozen, her hand fixed to the back of the lifeless body.
Almost imperceptibly, her svelte figure began to widen, the soft
skin rippling with pulsing changes.  With increasing speed, her
body took on it's new form. Within minutes, a new Jack released
the dead husk and turned away, ignoring the faint thud as the
shriveled corpse leaned forward, then collapsed onto the floor.

***

They arrived unannounced, almost ignoring the small blue and white
marble orbiting a star like so many others. Fleeing the
catastrophic end of their own civilization, they descended to
marvel at the backward but passionate creatures inhabiting the
fertile world below.

They had evolved beyond the tenuous construction of atoms and
molecules, now beings of formless energy. Although time meant
little to them, both began to feel a weariness from their endless
journeys. They discovered an unexpected sustenance from the
rampant emotions escaping the fragile creatures. A constant flood
of anger and fear attracted them at first, and they reveled in the
new sensations as the addiction established itself, then grew.
Soon they began to understand the distinction of gender. To them,
the differences between male and female were subtle but
intriguing. At once they found the burst of sensations from the
humans' reproductive rituals irresistible. Before long, they
thought nothing more of taking a human host than a human would of
threading a wriggling worm onto a rusty hook.

At first, interacting with the fleshy beings was trying and
monotonous. Sex alone held them close to this civilization, it's
attraction eventually responsible for the weaving of their new
lives into the hominids' culture. Their bodies were prone to
disease and short-lived, and had to be discarded often. As the
flesh aged, they found the attractiveness to the opposite gender
waned, and the frequency of varied sexual encounters declined. But
this world was teaming with a growing supply of fresh young hosts,
all eager for the same orgasmic thrills, all easily taken for as
long as necessary.

As time went on, they traded bodies frequently, savoring the
uniqueness of each new host. They had no preference for male or
female. Their existence became a quest for a human subject with
the greatest sexual desires. Once found, it was exceptionally easy
to bond, then mate with the simple creatures. The rush of energy
from the brief but powerful climaxes was like nothing they had
ever known. During the ages that passed since their initial
contact when they had helped these people build towering stone
monuments to their dead, to the present time, when their numbers
had grown exponentially, along with the variety and frequency of
their sexual needs, "Winston" and "Jacqueline" never tired of the
search for a novel source of entertainment.

"Did she please you?"

"Her release was the most intense I've experienced. This one shows
exceptional potential - so many desires waiting to be offered so
willingly. Again, you have outdone yourself, companion."

"I knew you would be pleased. Will she be enough for the both of
us? Her very breath fills me with impatience."

"Be on your way, companion. She waits for her husband to return to
her. Together, we will give her a future of satisfaction she could
not have imagined. Her soft, whimpering body will serve us well,
until she can whimper no more."


                          -- The End --


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