This is a story of insouciant, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real living, use a prophylactic, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` plunge his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I pipe dream of Demie 20 - Molehill from Mountain ( MF, anal retentive, cons, oral, rom )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Detective Dianna shepherd found a chairwoman in `` the bullpen '', the chief briefing room of the police station. She had been working in her office when she got the email. What was this about ?

The department skipper walked in from the side room access. `` hello, everyone, please ingest a seat. I 'm sorry to say that police detective Hank Aaron Bilson, who had been on medical leave-taking, has passed away. '' There were a few gasp from the former policeman, and the maitre d'hotel waited before continuing. `` After he failed to return to duty yesterday, yell were made and military officer finally went to see to it in on him yesterday evening. They found he had expired in his bed a routine of daylight ago. The ME 's initial analysis period to heart failure. ``

Shepherd thought for a moment. Bilson had been a homophobic, mysogynistic asshole, but she had n't wished him dead. Well, not for more than than a few minute at a clock time. Heart flak made sense ; he had been overweight, certainly not up to the fitness floor expected of a police force officer.

'' You never knew when you 're gon na go, huh ? '' One of the other female person officers whispered to Shepherd. Dianna nodded.

'' Dismissed, '' said the captain.

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I dropped in on Monday and Hepzibah -- we were calling her Zee now -- to find out how they 'd been doing over the finally workweek. Monday had been tossing food for thought to the overprotective harpy from the bedroom door, but with her not leaving her egg for even a consequence, his bedroom was now carpeted with harpy muck. He 'd taken to hanging up air fresheners everywhere so now it smelled like someone ate a pine Tree before taking a dirt. I gagged, bought a bag of gage, and left.

As I walked domicile I had the feeling that I was being followed. I looked around but did n't note anyone acting suspiciously. As I passed a park I heard a hiss from the nearby bushes.

'' Tom ! ``

I approached the President Bush and saw a small, hairy gray fair sex crouched in them.

'' Konnie ! ``

'' howdy Tom, '' she said, blinking her endearing dark middle at me, `` I have newth for you ... and Demie. ``

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When I got home I passed on Konnie 's news to Demie, that the pukwudgie network had found Demie 's brother, eros, a couple years'drive away.

'' ripe timing ... I have just the affair, '' Demie said, grinning.

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'' Where did you happen *this* ? '' I marveled as a 1967 Chevy Chevelle, calamitous with a deep red Department of the Interior, pulled up, its engine purring. It showed some wear and tear, but it was a miracle that this thing even ran at its age.

'' It was an old ... friend 's, '' she replied cagily.

A slender brunette woman in tight coveralls, probably in her late 20 's, got out of the car.

'' Thanks, Elle ! '' Demie pecked the woman on the boldness and dropped a ringlet of cash into her hand.

'' No problem, Demie ... glad to get to crop on one of these ! '' She winked at me. `` Hey there. ``

'' Hey, '' I replied. Elle had a smudge of grease on her chin, which somehow made her even cuter. She looked at me, waiting. `` Oh, I 'm Tom. Sorry, was just distracted. ``

She turned to the car, giving me a vantage on her tight ass in those coveralls. `` Yeah, she 's a beaut, huh ? ``

I smiled and looked back up at her boldness as she turned back. `` The car, right. ``

I noticed Elle give me a once-over with her eyes. `` Well, dainty confluence you, Tom. saving 's done, and I 'm off. Seeya ! ``

As Elle hailed an Uber, I popped the proboscis and handed my bag to Kate. postponement, what ?

The trunk was now the ingress to Kate 's lab ! I poked my head in and felt that same claustrophobia that usually accompanied entering my ling W.C., and then I was looking at the stone bulwark of Kate 's lab. Kate took the opportunity to steal a kiss. I stole it back, and then we spent a minute or so play tonsil hockey until the car automobile horn sounded. I winked at Kate and pulled back.

Closing the trunk lid, I saw Demie was sitting on the passenger side.

I was driving ? I was driving ! I practically jumped into the easygoing pail seat.

'' I 'm assuming you can palm sting ? '' she asked.

I looked down at the ivory-handled shifter. `` I learned on my dad 's midlife crisis Ford Mustang. It 's like riding a bike, right ? ``

Demie shrugged. `` I never learned how to ride a cycle, much less labor a car. '' I resolved that she 'd get wind the latter on this trip.

It took some abrasion of gears, but it came back to me. I called into my office to announce myself sick for the relaxation of the week, and then we were on the outdoors road.

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After it got dark we stopped at a roadside bar for some beer and pub grub. Demie said she 'd go do her own alimentation, and I did n't want to take heed any details as she strode off into the Nox. Kate looked thoughtful when I asked if she 'd come join me, but ultimately said she 'd stick in her lab instead. Well, her loss ...

Despite the DoS 's inside smoke law, the bar smelled like an ashtray. I sat at a table, sipped my beer, and played about on my telephone set while I waited for my food.

It had n't been busybodied when I came in, but it had suddenly gotten even quieter. I looked around and spied a bunch of hoi polloi scrambling out the back. Then someone stepped up to my table.

I turned and looked up ... waaaay up.

He was n't wearing his sunglasses this time, but the barefaced pass and shaggy red moustache was evident : Man-mountain !

I had encountered the huge biker I had nicknamed that a while ago at another bar back in town. It had n't ended well for him.

'' dirt ... '' I groaned. This would n't end well for me without Demie !

The monumental public figure reached forward and picked me up by the social movement of my shirt like I was a child and looked around exaggeratedly. `` I do n't see no Jessica Alba this time, boy. How 'bout we finish what we started a few weeks ago ? '' He was referring to Demie, who had taken the form of the sexy actress and wrecked this guy, and then his gang when they jumped in. Not waiting for my response, he hauled me over to the front doorway and shoved me through it.

'' Now wait just a ... '' I managed to get out before his size of it 13 boot practically caved in my thorax. I flew back and slammed into a car. dickhead, that hurt ! `` ... aaugh ... ''

He grabbed me again and then I was flying into another car. This time my shoulder took the impact. A moment later I was lifted up and slammed back down onto a car hood. I saw man-mountain produce his fist up to fetch up me off. I closed my eyes ...

Bap ! Ow ! That hurt, but nowhere near what it should have. I looked up ...

... and then back down.

Standing before me, practically drowning in biker gear, was a redheaded boy who looked about 13, his face pockmarked red with teenage acne. He was looking at his hands, the fingers barely extending beyond the medal of his fingerless gloves.

'' What ... ? What ... ? ! '' he mumbled in a adolescent vocalization devoid of the rumbling menace of his adult form.

I heard a car trunk close off to the side and saw the Chevelle where I had parked it. Kate had saved me ! I sat back up, groaning. `` We done ? '' I asked little boy-mountain.

'' What the fuck did you do, pissant ? ! '' The kid came forward menacingly, but with the alteration in voice he sounded kinda pathetic.

I got to my feet and slapped him across the face.

He reeled back, holding his cheek. `` Fuck ! ``

clink ! Now he had a switchblade in his deal. Even a teenager could still be unsafe with a knife ! I ran to the Chevelle, but could n't get my paint out in fourth dimension, so I ran to the other side of the car. Now it was between us.

He ran to my left. I ran to the rightfulness. He changed instruction, and so did I.

'' C'mon, you fucking coward ! '' he yelled.

'' Sir Noel Pierce Coward ? You 're the one who brought a tongue to a fist engagement ! '' I called back, out of breath.

'' This your screwing car ? '' The kid raised the leaf blade to thrash at it. No !

Then Demie was there, holding the boy 's forearm. I had n't even seen her approaching. `` Nobody damages the Chevelle, kid. I went through too a great deal to get it. ``

The kid struggled. `` Let me go ! '' Then he swooned. A consequence later, he shot back up to his six-foot-infinity adult build, though Demie still had a hold of his arm.

'' Oh, it 's you ! '' she said in Jessica Alba 's voice.

Man-mountain stared down at Jessica Alba in shock. `` You ? ``

'' Me, '' she replied, and then casually broke his arm.

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We got the Hell out of there before the cops showed up to find the massive biker holding his fractured arm and babbling about getting beaten up by Jessica Alba again. Jessica 's eyes waggled at me from the rider backside. `` Wan na blowjob while you drive ? ``

I pulled over. `` Nope, but you can repulse and I 'm going to thank Kate for the save. '' Demie had ended the fight but had really acted to save the car, not me. She morphed back into her convention human form and sidled over into the driver 's tooshie. I had given her some example a few hours ago, and I hoped that they were enough that she would n't wrack the classic car.

I clambered into the trunk and through the portal into Kate 's lab, pulling the lid closed behind me. Brown-haired Kate came around the quoin, naked, her common United States Department of State when alone in her lab, and I eyed the well-endowed 19-year-old body she had taken self-command of just a few calendar week ago.

'' Oh ! Tom ... ''

I leapt forward and kissed her soundly. `` Thanks for the save, darlin'. ``

With our close contact she felt my hard peter pressing against her. `` My delight, '' she said as she reached down and started stroking it through my jeans. `` come with me ... '' she urged as we headed to her bedroom.

She lay back on her soft bed and my face went straight between her thighs. `` Ahh ... '' she moaned as my natural language speared her pussy. I may not be able-bodied to get vaginal sex with her or she 'd lose her power along with her virginity, but I was going to make certainly that she got the aid she deserved down there ! Soon, with my glossa inside her and my fingers manipulating her clit, she came.

After she had recovered, she turned over. I used my deal to transfer some of her juices from my face to my cock and pushed it into her crumple butthole.

'' Ohh ... Tommm ... '' she moaned, `` I love youuu ... ''

'' I know, '' I replied as I shoved all the way inside. Yeah, I Han Solo 'd her. I liked her, did n't love her, and her making love was n't really anyway due to a misfired love potion, but she seemed felicitous with the arrangement as it was.

I reached down and thrummed her button again as I sawed my cock into her rectum. buns sex was n't my favorite, but I was having a lot of it since Kate 's love potion mishap. I wondered how long it would last. I never asked ; I was afraid of the reply. Maybe for the relaxation of our lives ? But I would get old while she remained youthful. Would she still love me when I was old and Gy ? Would she pine for me after I was dead ?

'' Tom ? ``

I had slowed my jab, distracted by my sinister opinion. I gingerly pulled out and position down next to her. She joined me, looking at my face with worry. I asked her the question I had been dreading.

She pulled herself up on one elbow. `` It 'll last until you die. As your sex drive slows down as you get senior, my dear for you will likewise suit less passionate to check, but I 'll still love you ... like an old hook up with couple. '' She smiled at me. `` If you 're worried about me looking like your granddaughter thirty years from now, I can let this trunk age normally so that does n't materialise. ``

I kissed her. Suddenly I was very tired, and my ribs, back, and shoulder ached. I could barely sustain my eyes open.

She caressed my expression. `` ease, '' she advised, and I slipped away into dreams.

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I was driving a car, a topless roadster, sleek and silver grey, along strangely smooth green-gray route. Demie was in the seat beside me, holding a silver medal clothes iron ; you know, as you do when driving. mansion and then hotels passed by on our rightfield as we drove into the well-off piece of town.

I pulled over at a newspaper publisher stand. They still had those ? Demie paid for a paper, but when she brought it closer it shrank, becoming business card sized. She read it.

'' It 's for you, '' she said, holding it out. Wild placard, it said on one side.

I took the lineup and turned it over. A masculine, demonic red expression looked back at me. Suddenly a huge, muscled arm shot out from the card, grabbing my throat, squeezing ...

I woke up, gasping. My dresser distress. Kate had rolled over on top of me in her sleep, one C-cup bosom pressing into where man-mountain had kicked me.

fuck, I had some weirdo dreams these days.

To be continued ...