"I'll see you in a few days hon. Have you seen the news? No. Been busy, have you? Okay Tally, try not to miss me so much."nn"Oh Daddy, I really miss you, but I'm trying not to be too bored without you." The alluring brunette blew a kiss to Carly who was perched on the bed, waiting for her to come back. They'd barely gotten out of bed in the past few days, other than to eat, shower [ and fuck in the shower ] and then fuck again.nnGeorge had called yesterday and he and Carly had words - loud words. Natalia's sister-in-law told him she was staying away for a while "to think". Tally began kissing down the blonde's sexy body as she hung up the phone. "You won't be thinking too much for a while, babe!" she teased as she saw the blissful expression cross her face.nnNatalia sent her father a kiss and hung up. Steven then rejoined Silvia on the bed and she began sucking him to hardness. Since their first fuck, after every personal appearance, the young blonde had rushed back to whatever hotel they were booked in, gotten naked and insisted he fuck her as much as she wanted. Only his daughter-lover matched Silvia Anders for sexual ferocity.nnNatalia, cuddled with Carly in the oversize bed, knew her father's next appearance with Silvia Anders was in Chicago, he'd be gone for at least 3 more days, likely longer. Perfect. By then, she'd have all her plans in motion.

Chapter 07: OdysseynnJeannie boarded the bus in Omaha, excited to be finally moving to New York City and starting her dream. In her hand, she was clutching her tickets to New York and a catalogue from a school in New York that offered a fashion design degree. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her newly enhanced chest.nnUnlike the clothes which Jeannie wore working the truck stop and strip club parking lot as a prostitute, Jeannie was dressed conservatively. She was dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a short pony tail that bobbed on the back of her head as she walked down the aisle.nnJeannie took her seat by the window. She looked out the window and saw her mother standing on the platform, tears streaming down her cheek. Jeannie knew that her mother loved her, but Jeannie also knew that she had to leave. She could never be anything other than a transexual hooker in Omaha, but in New York, she could remake herself completely.nnThe bus pulled out. Jeannie sat back with a huge smile on her face. She opened up her course catalogue and rested it on her lap. She started picking out courses that she might want to take. Jeannie didn't have much money left, but she figured she'd be able to make some quick cash once she got to New York and could start taking courses soon after arriving.nnLittle did Jeannie know that just getting to New York was going to be an adventure. In the eighth century BC, Homer wrote a poem about the hero Odysseus and his trip from Troy to Ithaca (the Greek place, not the place in New York). Poor Odysseus faced many obstacles on his trip home, and it took him a full ten years to get home to his dear wife Penelope. While certainly Odysseus' trip was more odious than Jeannie's upcoming bus trip, in an age when one could fly from Omaha to New York in a few hours, and week ahead for Jeannie would prove to be a test of hope and endurance. nnThe bus pulled out of Omaha just after nine o'clock in the evening, destined for Chicago.

This story has both fantasy and mind control aspects in it. This is a sequel to 'Be All That You're Meant To Be' and was prompted by discussions with RobotUnit8 about a lesbian take on that story. Whilst that previous story is a heterosexual in orientation you may find like to read it for background on a number of the characters featured here and what concubivores are.nnThe outfits, as is common in my stories, notably Marianne's, are drawn from examples I have seen in real-life and for the other characters from online images. This story has many influences including: the short movie 'Rosebud' (1991); the (as it turned out) ironic 'Bay of Married Pigs' softball episode of 'Sex and the City'; a television link between programmes which showed a lesbian businesswoman readying for a night out and a whole host of real incidents I witnessed while travelling around London, notably the scene with the woman explaining to her friend about the different qualities of leather trousers.nn*nnTom looked very pleased with himself as he walked into the bar and joined his three friends. He had known his fellow concubivore, Jake, for the past four centuries, maybe longer, and Carole, another of their species, certainly since the late nineteenth century. The larger woman dressed in denims, Della, was a more recent acquaintance but one who was certainly now firmly in their group. She was different from the other three in that she was a demoness from Nemarash. However, like the concubivores, she also enjoyed watching humans in all their diversity and occasionally playing with some of them, usually to achieve some sexually interesting outcome.nnUnlike the three concubivores, for whom sex provided the energies that they needed to survive, for Della, and Tom had no idea what a demoness needed to live on, it was all about pleasure. Della was a devout lesbian and believed that females of whatever species would get most from loving another female. She always took the opportunity to promote this view especially among the humans. Her powers to shape shift, to manipulate people's minds and to cross dimensions was in a different league to that of the concubivores. However, unlike many of her kind, she was unwilling to intervene in a heavy-handed way and it seemed to Tom that she had fallen in with them because she enjoyed the more cunning manipulations that the three concubivores used, often taking months to craft a rare individual into someone from whom they could derive the most delicious energies out of the best sex around. Concubivores did have limited glamour powers that enabled them to make people see them and feel about them in a positive way, but Tom had been speculating what different methods they could use if they could convince Della to play along. Then again, he needed heterosexual women and, maybe, Della would be unhappy at providing him and Jake with one.nn"Tom, you're looking well." Della said as he sat down. "I guess that is six months of the finest quality concubivore interaction.

Maurine Wells:nnSex: FemalenAge: 22 yearsnFigure: Flawless, Soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly femininenComplexion: WhitenVoice: MusicalnFace: Rounding, very pretty and innocent in looksnEyes: Heavy-lidded, large and greennHair: Silken, soft, ample, fiery-red and waves down to assnBust: 40DD, round and firmnNipples: pink and puffynWaist: 29nHips: 41, wide-curvednAss: Soft and massivenThighs: creamy-soft and fatnnnLinda Perkins:nnSex: FemalenAge: 43 yearsnFigure: Skinny, mannish, muscular and poorly curvednComplexion: WhitenVoice: A little deep pitchednFace: Somewhat attractive and clever in looksnEyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brownnHair: short, boy-cut, dark with grey streaks and straightnBust: 31 A, almost flatnWaist: 22nHips: 30, narrownAss: Almost flatnThighs: Straight and longnOrientation: A passionate lesbian nnMaurine Wells was pushed backwards by her companion on the king-size bed. That companion was a skinny, mature woman who was leaning unto her at the same time. The face of the woman couldn't be seen well in the dim light of that bedroom but it had a sharper and philosophical profile. Maurine felt it really odd for not being able to recognize the slim lesbian who had leaned above her; nevertheless she knew the mature woman was very intimate to her. The familiar fragrant wafts hit her nose as the lesbian pressed her mouth on her full lips. The girl stared in vain to make out her lover's face but couldn't do so and she began to savor the forceful smack on her lips.nnThe lesbian sucked on Maurine's lips and continued to kiss her passionately as she pushed the soft-contoured arms up round the red haired head. It seemed to the voluptuous girl that she already knew her lesbian lover who was still clothed in male-fashioned T-shirt and Levi's. Anticipating what may come next, she decided to let the woman enjoy unto her curvaceous, stark naked body.nnMaurine sighed as the woman stroked playfully on her huge mammas and pinched the sensitive, large nipples. In an instant her lover turned her head to take one puffy teat between her lips. She pulled more of the nipple into her mouth and sucked the coarse textured pink areola. The woman sucked harder on the nipple which slipped slowly through her lips in a smack. She licked the saliva-coated nipple and kissed the huge melon. Then she turned her head to other bubby and licked the creamy, firm globe. She kissed the puffy teat and opened her mouth to brush her lips unto its rough, sensitive texture. Sucking it hard, she pulled more of the nipple, which slid slowly out of her mouth in a smack.nnThe lesbian continued to suck redhead's huge tits. Maurine moaned and bit her lip as the pleasure waves rose into her loins due to that ardent tit-sucking. The woman began to stroke her voluptuous form tenderly.