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Arienne stood at the edge of the hot-spring and blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected there to be anyone here–not at this late hour, and not in this cold. The sun was well below the jagged horizon and the stars twinkled in the black sky over the mountains. The moon cast its white-blue glow on the Drearwood Forest, and the still air nipped the skin and froze the breath. It was midnight in the dead of winter–not a breeze stirred the leafless trees and not a sound broke the silence. Not a sound, save for the idle singing of the pool’s current occupant–a she-dwarf, judging by her accent.

Arienne couldn’t believe her bad luck. She’d come all the way from camp–left her colleagues in the caravan behind and trekked for an hour through the frigid night –just to soak in the thermal pool. Her muscles were sore from the day’s travelling and her limbs were grimy and sweating beneath her winter clothes. She’d been beside herself with excitement when she’d seen the road-sign pointing to the spring, and now she’d finally arrived only to find it occupied.

She sighed and muttered a curse to herself as she cast a wistful look at the steaming water, and began to turn around. She’d been looking for a solitary soak beneath the stars, and she was sure that to join the she-dwarf in the hot-spring would be to invite conversation. And even stronger than her aversion to conversation just then was her bashfulness, and she flushed with embarrassment at the very thought of undressing before a stranger.

“Better luck next time, Arienne.” She muttered to herself, sighing again, and was taking her first step away from the hot-spring when a woman’s voice cut through the night air.

“Oi! Missy! Where d’you think you’re goin’, eh? Spring’s plenty big for two, and I don’t bite!”

Arienne stopped in her tracks and her stomach tightened–the dwarf had seen her, and now her options were to simply walk away in embarrassment, or turn around and try to stammer out an excuse for why she was leaving.

“Come on then!” the voice came again, high-pitched and ringing with the sharp notes of dwarf-speech. “Turn around now, and let’s get a look at ye!”

The knot in Arienne’s stomach remained and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. But something about the dwarf woman’s voice made her stay and turn around.

The pool, with its clear water and clouds of steam, came back into view, and Arienne saw that the speaker had left the far bank and was floating over to her now. Arienne took a step forward, head bowed and eyes downcast, and braced herself for the ensuing pleasantries.

The she-dwarf had almost reached her side of the pool now, and Arienne could see her clearly through the steam. Her round, dimpled cheeks were bright red from the heat of the water, and her lips were parted in a wide grin. Her eyes were a rich blue, and a mop of brown hair spilled from her head down to where it floated in the water about her shoulders. Everything below her shoulders was underwater, but the tops of her breasts floated just above the surface and bobbed with her movement. They were full and round, with beads of water running down their soft white curves, and after a moment Arienne realized that she was staring.

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the sudden heat that bloomed below her belly, and brought her eyes back up to meet the dwarf’s.

The knowing look on the dwarf’s face told Arienne that she hadn’t been discreet.

“Um–hello–” Arienne started, voice catching in her throat. “I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–“

“Didn’t mean to what?” laughed the dwarf, the warmth never leaving her eyes.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, or didn’t mean to stare so long at these?”

At that she leaned back a little, her smile growing even wider and her eyes brighter. She brought her hands up to her bosom, cradling her breasts and lifting them a little higher out of the water.

The heat in Arienne’s pelvis flared doubly now, and the knot in her stomach loosened, and all at once she found herself unable to look away. The dwarf’s breasts were still half submerged, but her nipples had broken the surface now, pink and perfect. Then just as quickly as she’d lifted them up, she let them sink back down, and leaned forward again with a giggle.

“Thought so!” she said, and winked.

Arienne gave a little gasp and the knot in her stomach returned.

“No! No, I wasn’t–I mean, I wouldn’t–shouldn’t have–“

“Oh, come now.” Said the dwarf, her features softening a little. “I was only teasing.”

Her voice softened too as she went on.

“I know you humans aren’t bayan escort beşiktaş used to this. Bathin’ together and all, I mean. You’ve got all the space in the world to yourselves here on the surface–no need to all pile into the same tub. But we haven’t much room in our mines, and we’re used to getting cozy.

“Now come on, missy. You came here to rest your bones and clean up, and I know you’d hoped to do it alone. But I meant it when I said I don’t bite, and I’d hate to spoil your night.”

The knot was loosening again, and Arienne realized now how tense she’d grown.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she went on, gesturing up to the clear sky. “Be a shame to waste it. Be an even bigger shame to trapse back to wherever you came from in this cold without warming yourself first. Now come on, you must be freezing!”

Arienne *was* freezing, she realized. She couldn’t feel her feet, and her hands had come up to her shoulders without her noticing. Her lips were even beginning to quiver, and all at once she knew that couldn’t bear to walk back to camp like this. Slowly, she brought her hands away from her shoulders and nodded.

“It *is* quite chilly out here…”

“Quite chilly?” laughed the small woman. “It’s bloody frigid, girl! Now come on. My name’s Barodelle. What’s yours, eh?”

“Arienne.” She answered quietly, her voice beginning to quake with the cold.

“Arienne it is, then! What a pretty name. Now Arienne, you leave those travelling clothes of yours on the bank and come warm yourself.”

At that, the she-dwarf, named Barodelle, bobbed forward and hoisted herself out of the water in one deft movement. Arienne gave a startled yelp and jumped back as Barodelle splashed onto the bank and came to her feet. The dwarf’s skin was pale and bright in the moonlight, and her body was thick and strong in spite of her small stature. But before Arienne could fully take in the naked form that had appeared before her, Barodelle darted forwards and took hold of the clasp on her travelling cloak.

“Doubt your fingers’ll be good for much now, eh miss Arienne? I reckon I should lend a hand.” Barodelle gave giggled again, and leaned forward to push the newly loosened cloak from Arienne’s shoulders. As she did, her breasts brushed against Arienne’s stomach, and she could feel the shorter woman’s nipples through her tunic, hardened by the cold. Barodelle leaned forward a little more, and Arienne felt soft flesh pressing against her trunk, warming her through the thin material.

She’d been mortified at first–embarrassed. But now as Barodelle moved to the collar of her tunic, Arienne felt embarrassment give way to something else. She realized that she *wanted* the dwarf to keep going. She *wanted* Barodelle to slip her clothes from her shivering body and see her in full undress. As Barodelle began to undo the ties of her collar, Arienne’s excitement started to grow.

One, two, three, the ties came undone, and the cold air crept into her tunic. She felt her own nipples stiffening now, both from the cold and from her growing excitement. She looked down and realized that they were clearly visible through the fabric of her tunic, and saw that Barodelle had also noticed.

“Like I said, miss Arienne–it’s a cold night.”

Barodelle winked again, and smiled. She looked down at her own bosom, as full and bright as ever under the light of the moon, and Arienne saw that the dwarf’s nipples had grown even harder. The dwarf shrugged, giggled, and gave them a tweak before going back to work, reaching for the belt about Arienne’s waist. Barodelle’s breasts were no longer floating in the water, but even in the open air they had a buoyant quality about them, and they jiggled about as she moved.

Arienne took the opportunity to look her up and down. Below her breasts, the dwarf’s figure was full and healthy, with a soft belly that was neither flat nor overfed. Her hips were ample–much larger than Arienne had ever seen on a human–and her thighs were thick and strong. Between those thighs Arienne was surprised to see bare skin, shaved clean and gleaming in the moonlight.

She felt her belt come loose then, and looked up from Barodelle’s bald sex to meet the dwarf’s eyes.

Her anticipation was growing now, along with the heat rising inside her, and she barely felt the cold night air as it came in through the bottom of her unbelted tunic. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she trembled from more than just the cold as the dwarf took hold of the hem of her tunic.

“Arms up now, Missy.” Said Barodelle, and eskort istanbul Arienne obliged, bending at the waist to accommodate the woman’s short stature. The cold air rushed in around her trunk then as Barodelle swept her tunic up over her shoulders. The garment caught about Arienne’s head, but a moment later the dwarf plucked it free and deposited it in the snow with the cloak.

Arienne stood up straight now, her upper half bare to the cold air. Barodelle made no effort to hide her admiration, and Arienne found herself enjoying the exposure.

“You’re a fit one, miss Arienne. Fine, lean muscles ye have, and a fine pair o’ tits too!” She laughed then, and Arienne felt a wave of fresh embarrassment wash over her as she looked down to her small breasts. Barodelle had a full body, every part of her a handful, and Arienne became conscious of how boyish she must look by comparison. But Barodelle seemed sincere in her admiration, and Arienne found her excitement turning into arousal.

“Almost there, now.” Said Barodelle, giving Arienne a coy look and stepping forward to hook her fingers into the human’s waistband. “Just need you to kick off your boots first.”

“Oh!” said Arienne, “Of course! Here–“

She looked down then, past the gleaming, naked body that stood so close to her, and used her toes and heels to remove her boots. She gasped at the feel of the snow on her bare feet, and nearly jumped into the air.

“Now, are we ready, miss Arienne?” asked Barodelle, wiggling her fingers where they waited at Arienne’s waistband.

Arienne surprised even herself when she said “No,” and Barodelle raised her eyebrows and hesitated.

“I–I mean,” Arienne stammered quickly, “I mean no, *I’ll* do it. I want to do it.”

Barodelle’s smile turned mischievous then, and she removed her hands from Arienne’s waistband. Arienne shuddered as the dwarf’s fingers brushed the skin above her pubis, and her lower lip curled under her teeth.

Barodelle stood back and rested her hands on her hips.

“Well step to it then, Miss Arienne, before we freeze to death!”

Arienne’s hands had begun to shake, and this time she knew it wasn’t from the cold. The warmth had returned to her fingers, and she didn’t even mind the snow against her feet. Desire had replaced simple arousal, and her whole body grew hot with it as her thumbs slipped down into her waistband. More than anything, she needed to be naked before the stranger Barodelle–she needed the dwarf to look her up and down and take in her Human’s body.

Arienne swung her hips from side to side, locked eyes with Barodelle, and began to slide her trousers down. The feeling of the cold air moving in as her skin was exposed sent more shivers of pleasure through her body, and her sex began to swell with it.

She slipped the waistband down until the first tufts of her pubic hair began to show above it, and paused for a moment to watch the expectation grow in Barodelle’s face. A little of the mischief had left the she dwarf’s eyes–replaced by something more intense– and her teeth had begun to push against her lower lip. She was absorbed in her anticipation, and seemed to have forgotten that Arienne was watching her.

Arienne’s heart was racing and her breath coming quick and shallow. She braced herself, and then slid her trousers down to her knees. Another wave of self-consciousness swept over her. She’d been on the road with her caravan for days, with little time for grooming, and a full wedge of hair covered the place between her legs. But the feeling only lasted a moment, and she was pleased to see Barodelle’s eyes widen in approval. Arienne let the dwarf drink her in for a moment, even arching her waist forward a little as if to present herself for inspection.

Then a sudden impulse took her, and as she slid her trousers down to her ankles she turned about and lifted her bared buttocks high in the air. She left it there as she slowly slipped the last of her clothing over her feet, shuddering at the touch of the cold air between her legs. Even after she’d placed her trousers with the rest of her clothing, she remained there, bent over before Barodelle and naked in the moonlight.

Arienne heard Barodelle give a little gasp then. When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw that one of the dwarf’s hands was at her breasts, and the other was between her legs, moving slowly. Now it was Barodelle’s turn to be embarrassed.

Her face flushed red and her eyes widened for a moment. She gave a timid smile, but she neither spoke nor stopped what she was doing. Her right escort fındıkzade hand was cupped firmly over her shaved mound, and she drew it up now, two fingers brushing along her labia and coming rest over her clitoris. As she did so, her smile broke and she gave another gasp, mouth falling slack and eyes narrowing.

Still bent over, Arienne gazed back over her shoulder and watched with relish as Barodelle worked. She was kneading the crest of her labia with increasing urgency, lower lip curled under her teeth and eyes closed now. Arienne stood up and faced Barodelle. She stepped out of the heap of her cast-off trousers and moved towards her, still trembling with the ecstasy of her exposure.

They were but a hand’s breadth apart now, and Arienne could feel Barodelle’s breath hot and quick on her chest as the shorter woman stroked herself, her coyness gone completely now as she stood, vulnerable, utterly absorbed in her self-pleasure. Arienne smiled, and slid one hand down her own trunk and over her mound, finding the wet place amongst her curls. It was her turn to gasp then, and the sound broke Barodelle out of her trance.

He eyes went wide at the sudden sight of Arienne standing so close, and she took a startled step backwards. She would have fallen into the pool then, but for Arienne’s quick hand about her waist. Arienne had to stoop to catch the shorter woman, and as she did their faces came so close that their noses brushed. She held her there then for an instant, drinking in the blue expanse of Barodelle’s eyes and letting their quickening breaths fill the air between their mouths. Her lips began to tingle, and an urgent need to press them against Barodelle’s filled her. But she resisted for the moment, trembling with the feeling of tension, needing it to last a little longer.

So she stood up, keeping her hand about Barodelle’s waist as she did, and drawing the smaller woman to her. Barodelle’s short stature made her wide-eyed vulnerability all the more intense, and Arienne held her gaze. She lifted her other hand from between her legs, and wrapped both her arms about the dwarf, linking her fingers behind her back. Barodelle’s flesh was cooling in the winter air, but there was still heat in it, and it was soft and yielding under Arienne’s embrace. Her breasts pressed against Arienne’s trunk, just below her own smaller bust. There was no tunic in the way this time, and Arienne shuddered the feeling of their fullness and warmth against her bare stomach.

Barodelle brought her hands together behind Arienne’s buttocks then–she was the perfect height for it. Her face was still red with her pleasure, and her teeth still worked at her lower lip, but the look of mischief had returned.

Arienne squeaked in surprise as she felt fingertips in the crease where her thighs met her rump, and the sound stopped short when those fingers found the lips between her legs.

Barodelle was taking charge once again, her moment’s abandon now only a memory. Her fingers roved between the firm seat of Arienne’s buttocks and the wetness between her legs. Arienne was once again struck by self-consciousness, but it did not drive the pleasure away. She trembled at Barodelle’s touch, widening her stance, inviting her in. All at once she was desperate for the dwarf to throw her down, turn her about, explore her, investigate her, and do as she pleased with her. Arienne was at once taken by a craving for powerlessness–to yield utterly to Barodelle’s searching touch, and her voice trembled as she forced a few words through the thickness of her arousal.

“Perhaps,” she said, “we should get out of the cold.”

Barodelle paused, her fingers resting just over Arienne’s labia, their closeness tickling the fine hairs there. She smiled and stepped back, reaching behind her back to remove Arienne’s hands from about her. She took them both in a feather-light grip.

“Aye, girl.” Her voice was husky and breathless now, and lent urgency to her playful tone. “Aye, I think it’s time you joined me. Unless, of course, you’re still too shy!”

Arienne said nothing. She *was* still shy–still overcome with self-consciousness, and feeling more exposed than ever now that Barodelle was no longer pleasuring herself. But she reveled in it. She ached for that feeling of vulnerability. When Barodelle took another step backwards into the hot spring, Arienne went with her willingly, letting the dwarf lead her with her feather-light grip. The water was almost unbearably hot, especially after standing naked for so long in the cold air. But Arienne yielded to it without a second thought, letting the pins and needles of the scalding water give way to warm relief as she grew accustomed to the heat.

There was much that she would grow accustomed to that night, and she welcomed the thought like she welcomed the shock of the steaming spring water.

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Please note that this story, while obviously part of the Kathy’s Pool Party series, is also a continuation of A Week With Cathy (I strongly suggest you read that first).

BERNI

I was massaging my boyfriend’s cum into Kelly’s breasts when, of course, Kelly’s girlfriend Hanna walked into the room. She took in the scene — me making Kelly sigh, Paul lying next to us still semi-erect, all of us naked — Hanna was too — and at first literally could not speak. And when she could, all that came out was “What the fucking fuck…?”

Which was fair, I guess.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Kelly said, unconvincingly.

But of course it was. It was worse than it looked: by any definition of the word, Kelly and Paul and I had in fact just had a threesome (I’d had a threesome; how insane is that!)..

Before Hanna could say anything else, I said “You have no right to complain, Hanna, you were practically fucking Rae in the pool before.”

And yes, I shouldn’t have gotten in the middle of all this, but I like Kelly and I don’t like Hanna, so there you go. Not that I was doing Kelly any favors here, because she’d had no idea Hanna was cheating on her.

This whole evening was suddenly going south very quickly.

Hanna stormed out of the room.

#

GAIL

It had been a weird and frustrating couple of days.

The last Eddie had seen me, I still hadn’t even let him see me topless, or touch my breasts under my shirt. And I appreciated the fact that he’d accepted my desire to take it slowly.

Now, though, I wanted him to just throw me down and fuck my brains out. But I could hardly explain to him what had changed:

While I was out of state visiting my cousin, I’d jerked off a boy I didn’t even know while he fondled my breasts. And I’d had sex four times, including twice with my brother and once with a girl.

I know, listing it like that, it sounds really bad. But things… just happened.

Since I’ve been back, he’s continued to “respect” me, and I’d done everything I could to encourage him short of throwing off my clothing or grabbing his dick. I’d completely stopped wearing bras when I was out with him, and let’s just say you can really tell when I’m not wearing a bra.

I wasn’t wearing one now. We were at an outdoor party at my friend Kathy’s house, and the short pink t-shirt I was wearing was… snug. Which was why Eddie and I were sharing a deck chair apart from most of our friends: I felt self-conscious about how badly my nips were poking through. I was thinking about changing into the bikini I’d bought while I was away.

Not that the bikini was all that modest: It showed a lot of cleavage, far more than I really felt comfortable letting all of my friends see, but this t-shirt felt like a second skin.

(I should mention that the one time I had worn that bikini, at another pool party, several girls were swimming topless — so it hardly attracted much attention then)

As it turned out, I would have had no reason to feel self-conscious about any bikini top today: When I looked over to the other side of the pool, I saw Didi wearing a suit that was just barely legal. I don’t think I’d ever seen anybody wearing something avcılar escort that tiny outside of magazines. Or porn.

My friend Berni had told me Didi was out to steal Mindy’s boyfriend, and she was certainly getting his interest.

Eddie seemed pretty interested as well. Hey, Didi, I thought, steal Mindy’s guy, not mine!

I took Eddie’s hands and placed them over my breasts, and he knew enough to take it from there. I couldn’t believe I had to be that blatant about it, but at least things were starting to get interesting. Or as interesting as they could get in the middle of a pool party, anyway.

And then speaking of Berni, she and her boyfriend walked by, and Eddie abruptly pulled his hands off of me, which I’m sure didn’t look at all suspicious.

I doubt we would have shocked Berni and her boyfriend anyway, because they seemed to have been looking for their own spot away from the crowd.

I made sure Eddie went back to fondling me as soon as they turned their back to us. I think this was the hottest I’d been since coming back from the trip. I wondered whether he could slip his hands under my short top without anybody else noticing.

Then I realized I was losing his attention. I looked over and saw that Didi had somehow lost her top and didn’t seem to care — but everybody else was noticing.

Well fuck this, I thought. I got up, walked over to the edge of the pool, slipped off my shorts — I was wearing bikini bottoms, but they probably looked like panties — and dove in. When I stood up, I knew everybody could see my big, firm breasts through the wet t-shirt. That would have mortified me a week ago, but now I was just happy getting more attention than Didi was, with her top entirely gone. I began climbing out, intending to walk over to Eddie and really keep his attention this time.

What I hadn’t expected was that my dive touched off a wave of people jumping in wearing whatever: swimsuits, underwear… and then Hanna raised the stakes, as Hanna does, by making a big show of stripping down to a pair of tiny panties and jumping in.

At which point Berni’s boyfriend pulled her shirt over her head. She squeaked a bit, then decided it hardly mattered anymore.

Then a girl who’d gone in wearing a bra and panties pulled off her bra (I knew how uncomfortable swimming in a bra was), and by the time I got back to Eddie, I think every girl in the pool was topless.

Eddie was glad to help me conform.

We began making out pretty openly at this point, our bodies pressed together, my hands on his ass over his trunks, and his hands on my ass under my bikini bottoms.

As his hands inched lower, coming closer and closer to my wet pussy, I could feel my bikini bottoms making their way down my body. In another minute I was going to be bare-assed, basically naked, in front of all our friends. Horny as I was, I wasn’t sure I wanted that happening.

But it was going to happen, I knew.

Even before that, though, his hand was going to reach my pussy. I didn’t want to groan, loudly enough to everybody to hear, when he finally touched me there.

But I was going to groan, I knew.

I looked over to see how many people were close enough to hear me, and saw istanbul escort bayan for the first time that things had moved along quickly while Eddie and I were making out: everybody in and outside the pool was completely naked now, most of them paired off and exploring one another’s bodies. I was pretty sure one couple was actually fucking in the far end of the pool, and another couple was definitely doing it on the deck. Hanna had some girl’s breast in her mouth, and it looked like she was getting ready to move her way down her body.

I almost laughed: Holy shit, his was even better than the last pool party.

And this time I was getting laid.

I didn’t put up any resistance when Eddie slipped my bottoms the rest of the way down.

And there I was, completely naked outside n the sunlight for only the second time in my life — and for the first time with a boy. I closed my eyes, and felt Eddie touching me and kissing me all over, slowly working his way from my face, to my breasts, to my belly, to my pussy…

It was heaven, until… it wasn’t anymore. Eddie had the foreplay thing down, that’s for sure, but I’d gotten to the point where I was about to scream. “Eddie,” I said, “come on, fuck me. Fuck me.”

He looked back toward the pool, and I looked too. About half the guests were still there, none of them dressed, some of them still holding one another, or fondling one another, some couples I’m sure working their way up to a second round.

The girl Hanna had been with now had both a different girl and a boy stroking her. That made me even hotter.

I was starting to say “Fuck me” again when Eddie said “We can’t, not with all our friends around.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “They’re all doing the same thing.” I was starting to get angry: after all this time, was he going to make me beg?

“I know, but… I want your first time to be special, not out in the open like this.”

“It’s okay,” I said, pulling him closer to me. “It’s not my first time.”

He abruptly pulled away. “What?”

I was too stunned to think of what to say.

He said “You said, you told me all these weeks, you were a virgin.”

“I –“

“You said we had to take things slow, you were a virgin.”

“…”

“Were you lying to me?”

“No. I mean… No, I…”

I hadn’t been lying at the time, but what was I supposed to do? Tell him everything I’d done the past week?

He took my silence as confirmation that I’d been lying to him all along and he stood up and left.

I started to cry. Silently, so nobody would hear. Fortunately, everybody was too pre-occupied to notice my boyfriend had left me.

The problem was, as upset as I was, I was as horny as ever. Maybe even more so.

I let my hand slip down to my pussy, still naked and so very wet.

I cold feel myself moaning very softly.

I needed… something.

I allowed myself another touch, and it felt so good.

I knew if I touched myself a third time I wouldn’t be able to stop, I’d be masturbating by the side of the pool and keep going until I came, loudly, with all my friends watching.

Yes, everybody was having sex, but being caught masturbating would be mortifying.

I içmeler escort pulled my bikini bottoms back on, left my wet shirt behind, and dashed into the house.

I got to the hallway just as Hanna was storming out of one of the bedrooms. And when I say “just as,” I mean we literally ran into one another. She was completely naked, and we clutched one another awkwardly trying to keep from falling over.

Oh, God, all this touching is the last thing I need right now.

“Do you know where the bath–?” I started to ask, then saw how upset she looked. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said, disentangling herself from me. “No. Kelly.”

I wondered whether the issue with Kelly was related to Hanna having been all over that girl in the pool.

Of course I had no moral high ground, did I?

She was about to say something else, but then stopped herself. “I’m sorry, you said you were in a rush to use the bathroom, I didn’t mean to –“

“No, not use the bathroom. I meant get to the bathroom.” I could have just nodded my head, but I’m a terrible liar. “My boyfriend ran out on me, I mean we’d started to –” I babbled.

She put a finger on my lips. “Gail,” she said tentatively, “have you ever…”

Had sex with another girl, she meant. “Yes,” I said. Only once, but I had.

She took my hand a led me into a room that turned out to be a bathroom. She locked the door behind us, and turned on the shower. “Come with me if you want to cum,” she said with a smile. I pulled down my bikini bottoms and followed her into the shower.

As the warm water sprayed down on us, she knelt in front of me. “I know you need this more urgently than I do,” she said, then grabbed my ass and pressed her tongue against my clit. She began alternating between licking it and sucking on it, all the time teasing my anus with one of her fingers. I was beginning to find it hard to stand.

Then she thrust her tongue into my wet pussy at the same time she slid her finger into my anus, and I came with a scream.

I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard in my life.

I wasn’t even sure how loudly I screamed, because the shower water was hitting me in the face and drowning out the sound. Or at least I hope it did.

After I was done, Hanna stood up and put her arms around me. Which was good, because my knees were a little wobbly. God knows this wasn’t the first time I’d cum standing up, or even the first time I’d cum standing up in a shower, but those were all solo acts and never anything near as intense as this. Girl, I said to myself, you might just have to accept the fact that you’re bisexual.

I lowered myself down, ready to attack Hanna’s pussy with my own mouth, but she took my arm and raised me back up. “Let’s find a bed,” she said. “We can take care of one another slowly.”

“I’d love that,” I said. She turned off the water as I stepped out of the shower and picked up and put on my bikini bottoms. Nudity wasn’t the issue, of course. Nobody was wearing much of anything if anything at all, but I didn’t want to lose anything. As it was, it was going to be a challenge for everyone to find their discarded clothing later: I’m pretty sure my shorts were at the side of the pool and my wet t-shirt on the lounger.

Still naked, Hanna led me back into the hallway and to one of he bedroom doors. “This one will be empty,” she said. She put an arm around me, very intimately, as we opened the door and stepped in.

To see Berni, her boyfriend, and Kelly, naked on the bed, staring at us.

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Laurus woke slowly, to find his body aching from both wounds and exhaustion. He felt himself hanging limply from manacles that were hung so that the tips of his toes barely grazed the floor. It took him longer than it should have to realize how terrible his situation really was though. One second he was trying to recall what happened, and worrying about the sisters at the monastery, and the next second he realized that he’d been utterly defeated, and been taken captive. His eyes flew open at that realization. He’d lost, and in all probability he’d been dragged into one of the lower hells. Not that he could tell from where he hung. From here he could feel the heat, and see that he was in a dim room, separated by a hallway beyond with a battered but sturdy door that was taller than he was.

Looking down at his body Laurus realized that “he” might no longer be the right word to describe who he was anymore. Those fiends had done something even worse than pollute his virtue. They’d changed him irrevocably, turning his powerful muscular male figure into a lewd and lascivious female one. A quick glance down at his chest revealed that much, to his eternal shame. Even if it wasn’t dark he wouldn’t have been able to see beyond his ridiculously oversized bust. Laurus had no idea how he’d manage to fly with these things, even if he managed to break free. A quick look up at his wrists showed that was probably impossible for now too. The manacles that held him upright suspended him between two black onyx pillars inscribed with terrible desecrations, and the chains themselves were forged of black iron.

Even If the goddess saw fit to look past his twisted body and irrevocably stained soul, her light would never reach this far into the darkness. No, Laurus was trapped here. He’d have to save his strength for a moment when they tried to transport him somewhere worse to make a break for it. Assuming he could still fly, escape was still possible, and once he was free he was confident that his goddesses’ love could undo the horrible mutilation that the demons had inflicted on his body. Just the thought of being trapped in a body like this, a body so obviously made for sin and licentious behavior made Laurus’ heart start to pound with anger and fear. It wasn’t as if he was trapped in someone else’s body… it was his body, but everything felt wrong. Even the sweat slowly trickling from the nape of his neck and down between his wings was erotic. It wasn’t just that they’d changed his perfect male body into that of a woman… it was that they’d perverted him inside and out.

“Our mother who art in heaven…” Laurus began to whisper, as much to avoid the attention of any guards as to avoid hearing the high pitched voice that had replaced his familiar one. There was something different this time though, when he started to try to repeat the familiar words of a prayer that he’d said tens of thousands of times before. It was almost like the words caught in his throat. “…Hallowed be thy name, and th-thy kingdom…” As Laurus continued to speak those comforting words, he continued to choke on them. His throat was tight, and his chest started to ache as a result. He often repeated these words to calm himself before a battle, but this time they were having the opposite effect. Rather than calm, they were inflaming him. They were making his chest heave as he had to force the air into his lungs to utter a few more painful syllables. “…And thy world… f-for your glory…”

The words burned his throat as he spoke them now… they felt like fire coming off his tongue, and his whole body twisted beneath the pain enough that the chains that restrained him started to clatter, but that couldn’t be helped now. This was a battle of wills, and it was one that he was determined to win. “… and the soulsss… o-of your cre-ations… A-a…” Laurus had been pierced by arrows on the battlefield that hurt less than this. He’d lifted boulders and sundered brass idols that were large than him with less effort than it took to try to pronounce that final word. He wanted more than anything to say it. Amen. It wasn’t so hard. It hurt to think it, but he could still do it. Trying to force it past his lips though – it was like eating a hot coal; it was possible, but no one in their right mind would do it. Still he continued to try, opening his mouth again after gulping great lungfuls of air. “A…A-am… Aaaaghhhhh…”

In the final moment it became clear that the pain was too much, and he broke, letting out a thin high pitched scream that echoed down the dark hallways beyond the cell he was chained in. Laurus had never felt something beşiktaş eskort so awful in all the years of his life. It wasn’t just the pain of trying to finish the familiar prayer either. It was the knowledge that it was now forbidden to him that hurt most of all. Had he truly fallen afterall? He asked himself even as his chest heaved with ragged breaths while his body tried to cope with the pain he had inflicted on it. In the annals there was the occasional story of angels that had given themselves over to temptation, and fallen into darkness. In each of those cautionary tales though was a specific theme: that it was never too late to accept divine forgiveness, even if that forgiveness took the form of a quick but merciful death, unless the angel had given themselves over to the darkness and enjoyed it. But how could he be forgiven if–.

“So you’re finally awake are you?” a thick voice growled from the hall accompanied by the sound of heavy feet. Laurus cursed his luck. The failure of his will had alerted his captors before he’d made a plan for what to do next. He gritted his teeth, willing his heart to stop hammering as he heard a key turn in the lock of his cell.

Then the door flew open, banging against the wall with a crash to reveal a glutenous and corpulent demon with flesh oozing out from between the cracks in the armor that might have fit him once. Now it was much too small though, and served little purpose except to hide the worst of his hideous bulk. “Well look at you,” the thing grunted, striding forward until it was so close she couldn’t help but smell it. The demon grabbed her by the mouth and tilted her head for a closer look. “Hard to believe a sex pot like you was a man until yesterday. Now you put more than a few succubi I know to shame.”

Laurus struggled free of his jailer’s grip and snapped at him, just missing one of its sausage fingers with his teeth. “Watch your mouth demon I’ll you’ll wind up skewered on the end of my sword, I–” Laurus declared, cringing inwardly at how much less threatening that sounded in his new voice. He didn’t get the chance to finish though, because the demon cuffed him mid-sentence. The blow was almost casual, but it was still hard enough to make him see stars.

“Your sword, huh?” The ugly creature made a low chuckling noise that sounded like rusted plates rubbing together as he grabbed one of Laurus’ breasts and squeezed it painfully. “Ain’t you heard angel bitch? You ain’t got a sword no more.” Laurus wanted to open his mouth and castigate this filth further, but he knew that if he opened his mouth then the noise that came out would be anything but words. Instead he bit his tongue, quietly enduring the abuse as the unwanted touch caused pain and pleasure to race through his body.

“Maybe the lord will let me run you through with my sword a time or two when he’s all done with you,” the jailer muttered, half to himself as he twisted the angel’s nipple between two fingers hard enough to make Laurus grunt as his spine arched involuntarily from the sudden jolt of pleasure. “But for now your angel pussy is his personal property. He wants to be the first one into the gates of heaven, if you know what I mean. I’m going to tell him you’ve come, and I’ll bring you a few friends to help you get in the mood until your new owner decides to join us.”

Just as suddenly as the jailer had appeared, he was gone, leaving only the ache of his touch that Laurus hated himself for missing, as the pain slowly faded. The Lord that the demon was referring to must be the greater demon, Laurus decided. The demon had mentioned something about a plan, but Laurus was sure that until that was revealed he’d take every opportunity to torment and humiliate an angel. It was a task that was much easier now that they’d transformed him from the warrior he once was into this wanton. The jailer wasn’t wrong about one thing. He could feel it. Whatever the trio of succubi had done to him they’d made sure that his new form was filled to the brim with sensuality and evil. Laurus didn’t have time to dwell on it though, because moments later the jailer returned carrying a pair of tanglers by their tentacle stalks.

“I should be back in an hour or two,” he rasped as he tossed the squid-like creatures in the cell and slammed the door. “My lord had these two trained real special, so try not to have too much fun until we get back.” As the demon walked down the hall his grating laugh echoed behind it, but Laurus was more concerned with the lesser demons the jailer had left behind.

Normally tanglers were no threat at all to him. They were strong istanbul escortları enough to restrain or even strangle mortals, but even at that they were usually just an annoyance in battle. They were called many things by historians and chronicalers. Strangler vines. Hell Ivy. The creeping death. Trapped in here in this changed body, one epithet stood out above all the others though: Rape weed. This demon wasn’t particularly dangerous… unless you were a woman, and then it would coil around you, trap you painfully, and feed on your arousal until the victim was nothing but an empty husk. Laurus swallowed hard as the dog sized creatures glided on a slimy path towards him. He’d had just enough experience with sexuality to know that their attention was the very last thing that he wanted, but he was powerless to stop them.

Thinking quickly, he tried to lever his legs up on to one pillar or the other, but they were just far enough away that in this shorter body he couldn’t quite reach them. Instead he pushed off the floor with what little purchase had and brought his legs up, supporting all his weight on his wrists as he balled up, tucking his slender knees to his chest. It was an agonizing position, but one that kept him just out of reach for as long as he could hold it. The demons were gelatinous blobs with long tentacles, but those tentacles wouldn’t be able to extend very far from the body without something to wrap around, so as long as he could endure the agony in his wrists and the growing ache in the muscles of his core, he was beyond their reach.

As the seconds ticked by though, this was something he knew he couldn’t be able to keep up. The first minute was agony, but by the second his body was screaming, and all the while the demons slithered around beneath him. Laurus couldn’t see them because the impossible breasts they forced on him blocked much of the view, but he could hear them, hissing and howling, and his imagination filled in the rest. In his mind’s eye he could see them waving around their tentacles in a vain attempt to reach him, attacking each drop of sweat that fell from his skin with a fury born of frustration. They knew a victim was right there, and they wouldn’t be satisfied with a little taste. They wanted to devour him. Laurus didn’t know what the difference in coloration of the two monsters meant, but if given the choice he wanted nothing to do with either one.

With every second that passed, that was looking less and less like an option. Laurus’ hands were numb, and his abs were spasming painfully as he held himself well out of reach of the predators beneath him, but at some point just shy of five minutes his muscles failed, and his legs suddenly fell to the floor of his cell like a marionette with cut strings. The tanglers wasted no time in slithering and coiling around each leg.

“Noooooo,” Laurus yelled in frustration and panic. He was kicking and squirming as best he could, but even if his exhausted muscles hadn’t made his resistance completely ineffectual, he knew it wouldn’t do any good. These things had a death grip, and once they got a hold of you, only a sharp blade would make a difference.

“Get the hells off me!” he screamed again as the green thorned one and the red slick one each slowly crawled their way up his body. Even in a room this hot they still felt warm, and as they slowly wrapped his legs, the red one traveled a little faster, obviously heading for the sex hidden between his legs. Laurus braced for the worst, but other than slightly brushing against his clit, it ignored the area on its trip further up his painfully sensitive body.

The green one seemed to go much slower, wrapping every sensitive area in a coil of its thorny limbs. It started with the back of the knees, his buttocks and crotch, before finally reaching its target of his breasts, coiling around each individually. Now even breathing was painful. Any movement made it tighten just enough that its sharp thorns pressed against his most sensitive areas, but not hard enough to cause real damage. Instead of trying to penetrate him though, it seemed content just to grind against his slit, sending jolts of pain and fear throughout his lithe and fragile body.

The red one kept advancing though, until it crested his breasts and he could see it’s every disgusting detail, from its semi-translucent skin to the feeding beak at the center of its body that looked uncomfortably like a phallus. Laurus didn’t understand. These creatures weren’t behaving at all as he’d expected they would. Instead of devouring his breasts and penetrating every hole they could escort fatih find they were content just to explore and tease him. They were being practically gentle. Was this what the jailer meant by trained he wondered? Laurus didn’t know, but at the same time he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. What he wanted to do was scream in frustration, but he didn’t dare open his mouth with that thing so close. Instead he turned his head and screwed his eyes shut as tightly as he could, but that didn’t stop the thing from advancing, or from latching to his face and trying to force its main tentacle inside his mouth.

Laurus fought it as long as he could, but once it covered up his nose it was all over. When he was finally forced to open his mouth to breathe, the demon forced its way inside his mouth, past his tongue and uvulae, and part way inside his throat before it finally came to a stop. It wasn’t gentle, or sexual. It was a violation that made Laurus gag in equal parts disgust and automatic reaction. It wasn’t done though. Once it had him it started to thrust rhythmically, raping his face while its longer limbs flailed randomly around the exposed flesh of his upper body. Laurus struggled then. He jerked and flailed, even though every motion hurt because of the thorny tentacles that wrapped around his body. He couldn’t help it. In this moment he was sure he’d do anything to make this stop, but he was powerless to do anything at all.

Instead all he could do was endure as the two creatures systematically molested him. It was a slick symphony of pain and disgust, and least until the red one came down his throat for the first time. After that Laurus realized to his horror that the terrible things they were doing to him were starting to feel good. It started as a slow gentle euphoria, as a narcotic effect from its tainted cum entered his body, but minute by minute, and jolt after painful jolt, it got worse. Slowly the thorns that wrapped his tender flesh stopped hurting and started feeling good. The painful pricks that had tormented him for the entire time these creatures had assaulted him slowly became little pin pricks of pure bliss. The effect only got worse after the demon fucking his throat came for the second and third time.

Now Laurus’ head was swimming. He knew he should resist. He knew he shouldn’t find this sexy. But he couldn’t help it. What had disgusted him minutes beforehand was now undeniably and primarily hot, and even though he knew he was under the effects of this creature’s poison he couldn’t make himself care. Instead he attacked its member with abandon using his tongue. This resulted in making the wretched creature cum that much more often, but in the process Laurus felt the lines inside his mind beginning to blur. Was he a man in a woman’s body sucking on a demonic cock, or was he a woman drowning in pleasure while he was face fucked against his will. He couldn’t be sure, but he was sure that it didn’t matter. All that mattered was squeezing one more drop of cum from this delicious beast.

Well – that and finding a way to get one of these things to stretch out his pussy. At the start of this torment he’d done his very best to squeeze his thighs together so they wouldn’t be able to force themselves inside, but now that he was lost in the haze of lust, he’d do anything to find out what those thorns felt like as the green demon used one of its tentacles to force open his unused sex and give him the real pleasure he craved. Everything felt good now. The struggling, the face fucking, and even the way the thorns tightened on his breasts whenever he breathed were all an exquisite sort of ecstasy, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how much demon cum Laurus drank, and no matter how hard he ground against the thorns that were wrapped around him, it wasn’t quite enough to make him cum, and he ached for it. He ached for the pleasure that he’d only ever tasted a few times before, and knew that with the demon’s poison flowing so freely in his veins it would be even better than it had ever been before.

Laurus just couldn’t reach it though. Instead he hung there for the best part of an hour, quivering in pleasure as he was held there moments away from nirvana until he heard footsteps in the hall. This time he didn’t dread them though. This time he ached for them. Even though the thought shamed him he hoped that it was the Lord of this awful place – the demon prince he’d fought previously. If the greater demon was half as good with his dick as he was with his axe then Laurus would quickly find himself back in the only heaven he’d ever know in this horrible fallen state.

The door creaked open, and at some unseen signal both of the tanglers immediately started to unravel and wind their way down Laurus’ body, leaving him a panting slimy mess. “Please,” he whimpered, blushing as he looked up into the face of the demon lord he’d wanted to slay only an hour ago, “Please fuck me.”

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Jack’s day went fairly quietly. He attended his classes, which was made more fun by Miss Jameson bending over. This time it was clear she was wearing a plug, although Jack seemed to be the only one to notice. Maybe it was because he was looking for it. Other than that exciting event, his day was quiet until he arrived at work. He stuck his head in to see Sarah, just to test if his command worked.

“Hey Jack,” she smiled at him.

“Hey, I was just checking how you were doing,” he replied.

“I’m good, although these order forms are doing my head in.”

“I know of a way to take your mind off them for a bit,” Jack suggested, wondering if Sarah would take the bait.

“If you’re wanting a quickie, I can’t, these forms really need doing now,” Sarah replied. Dashing his hopes. “Although, I was always good at multi-tasking.”

Jack wondered what she was talking about, until she stood up and leaned forward. She bent over and reached back, pulling up her skirt. She hiked it up until her ass was exposed before pulling her underwear to one side, revealing her pussy. Jack didn’t need asking twice as he stepped up behind her and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hardening and only needed a few strokes to bring it to full attention.

Sarah continued tapping away at her keyboard as Jack pushed his cock against her entrance. He watched the head slowly spread her large labia before it settled into her entrance. Slowly pushing forward, he enjoyed the sight of his cock sinking into her inch by inch. She gasped slightly as he filled her slick tunnel, but she continued with her work.

Jack took it as a challenge to distract her as much as possible, so he pulled back until just the tip was left inside, before slamming back into her with force. She groaned, but still didn’t break from her work. Jack began thrusting, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace.

Sarah’s office filled with the sound of his hips slapping against her pert ass as her she studied the screen. She was no longer typing, but Jack didn’t know if that was because she couldn’t while he was thrusting or she was just busy reading. Either way, she was leaving all the work to him, which he was fine with. Her cunt felt like velvet around his cock, smooth and soft, massaging every inch of his shaft with each thrust.

He wished he could spend his whole shift with his cock buried inside his boss, but he knew eventually someone would notice he was missing and come looking for him. Or they’d come looking for Sarah to report that he hadn’t shown up for work. Either way, it’d involve someone discovering them.

Knowing this would be the only chance he had to fuck her today, Jack savoured the feeling. The heat and tightness of her tunnel, the firmness of her petite ass as he massaged it. Sarah started moaning and he looked up, seeing her hanging her head as she began to push back, meeting his thrusts half way. She groaned and Jack picked up the pace, ploughing into her with as much force as he could muster.

“Oh fuck…” Sarah groaned. He saw her hands gripping the desk tightly and knew she was getting close. He was also getting close, but he wanted to make her cum first. He tried to think of anything to distract him and delay his orgasm, but he was careering towards it like an out of control freight train.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warned.

“Me too! Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Sarah replied. He groaned and thrust into her faster, finding a burst of speed as he reached his peak. He slowed down and instead thrust in hard, forceful thrusts as his cock began to empty its load inside his boss. She cried out, louder than she should have if they didn’t want anyone hearing and gripped her desk as her legs trembled.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk!” Sarah groaned as her orgasm washed over her. Jack pushed deep into her, his own orgasm spent as she rode out hers. She hung her head, panting hard as her orgasm faded. Jack slid out of her and Sarah reached back to return her underwear to it’s usual position before pulling down her skirt.

“I should start my shift,” Jack grinned.

“Yeah, you should before anyone asks where you are. Plus I need to finish these forms, seems I’m not as good at multi tasking as I thought.”

“You just need practice.”

“And I presume you’d be happy to help with that?”

“Just making beşiktaş escort bayan sure we’re all working to the best of our ability! I thought you’d be pleased with that,” Jack teased.

“Go and start your shift,” Sarah replied, rolling her eyes. Jack laughed and left the office, heading towards the bar. He marvelled at how instantly the collar had changed his relationship with his boss, even when she wasn’t wearing it.

The next afternoon, Jack had just finished college when he heard a banging at the door. He went to answer it to find a very annoyed looking Abby standing there.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Fucking Mark Thomas, that’s what wrong, the sexist prick!” Abby complained, barging her way into his home.

“What did he do now?” Jack asked. Mark was a typical jock, thought he was better than everyone because he coasted through college on a football scholarship. Bullied anyone he perceived as being a nerd, which was everyone who wasn’t a football player and he viewed women as pieces of meat that only existed for him to try and stick his dick into.

“He made a joke about how I wasn’t really a woman because I didn’t have big tits, when I told him to go fuck himself, he said I could prove I was a woman by going and making him a sandwich. Then as I stormed past him, he slapped my ass and told me what kind of sandwich he wanted.”

“Wow, that’s a lot, even for him.”

“Yeah, well I’m going to get him back.”

“The collar?”

“Exactly.”

“While I’d usually be against getting revenge on people, I have a collar that let’s me control people, so I might as well use it. Or rather you use it in this case,” Jack smiled. Abby grinned at him.

“Well I happened to know he’s going to be at a bar tonight, let me take the collar and have some fun with him?”

“How are you going to get him to wear it?”

“I’ll just hint there might be a blowjob involved if he puts it on, he’s such a douche he’ll probably do it straight away.”

“Yeah, I expect you’re right.”

“Want to come with me?” Abby asked.

“Nah, I’ve spent the last two nights working in a bar, I don’t really want to hang out in another.”

“Even if it means seeing Mark under my control?”

“Even then. I’m sure you’ll tell me all about it.”

“That’s true.”

Abby hung out for a while before she went to the bar, with the collar tucked in her bag. The box stayed with Jack, that way if she lost it, it’d return home to him. Jack meanwhile ran himself a bath. He’d had a busy few days and a hot bath to relax sounded like a good plan. Before he’d moved into his step-sisters house, he’d never been interested in baths, but when there’s a tv on your bathroom wall with surround sound speakers, it’s suddenly much more appealing.

He finished an episode of his show, got out of the bath and went downstairs to have his dinner. Just as he was washing up his dishes, he got a text from Abby asking if she could come over and that she had something she just had to show him. He told her to come over and waited until the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door he couldn’t believe his eyes. Abby was standing there with the biggest grin on her face, while Mark was kneeling behind her. He was wearing a long dress with nylons stockings and high heels.

“What have I just opened the door to?” Jack asked.

“You won’t believe this.”

“What? That you collared Mark and made him dress up like a girl?”

“Nope. That wasn’t me!”

“Then why is he dressed in women’s clothing?”

“Tell him Mark,” Abby ordered.

“I love dressing in women’s clothing, it makes me feel sexy,” Mark stated.

“Wait, so even before wearing the collar, Mark was a cross dresser?” Jack asked in disbelief.

“Yep!” Abby grinned.

“Holy shit. I would never have guessed!”

“I know, now Marky Moo, go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich,” Abby ordered.

“Yes Mistress!” Mark replied happily. He crawled past Jack on his hands and knees and went to the kitchen.

“Holy shit,” Jack repeated.

“I know. I had so much planned to get back at him, but as soon as I put the collar on him, I told him to tell me his secrets and the first thing he said was that he loved cross dressing.”

“That’s amazing.”

“I know! It’s not even the cross escort istanbul dressing that’s the good part, I mean these days who really cares? But it’s just the fact it’s Mark. The huge womanising jock that looks down on anyone that’s not a bro is currently in your kitchen, wearing a wig, a dress, stockings, panties and high heels while making me a sandwich. It’s incredible.”

“This is now how I expected my night to go, I’ll admit,” Jack smiled.

“Well how about this?” Abby replied, stepping inside and pushing Jack against the wall as she kicked the door shut. She kissed him forcefully, which he happily returned, as she slid her hands down his stomach. She undid his pants and sank to her knees, taking his soft cock in her hands. She kissed and sucked on it, bringing it to life. Jack sighed in satisfaction as his cock hardened in her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down, running her tongue along the underside of his swollen head with each movement. She pulled her head back, sucking in her cheeks until his cock popped free from her mouth. She looked up at him and grinned as she stroked his slick cock.

“Your sandwich is ready Mistress,” Mark said from the doorway.

“Come here, kneel,” Abby commanded as she continued to stroke Jack’s cock. Mark crawled over to her and knelt next to her, watching her hand go back and forth.

“Before I collared you, did you like guys at all?” She asked.

“No Mistress.”

“But look at his cock, it’s the most delicious, juicy looking thing you’ve ever seen and you just want to suck it,” Abby smiled.

“I do Mistress, it looks so good!” Mark replied, staring at Jack’s cock in fascination.

“Abby…?” Jack asked, nervously.

“Then help me,” Abbey grinned at Mark.

“Wa-” Jack began before groaning as two sets of mouths suddenly engulfed either side of his cockhead. He had no interest in guys, he definitely had no interest in Mark, but something about him being controlled by Abby and make to want to suck his cock was hot. Jack didn’t resist, he let them work his cock together, closing his eyes and trying to forget one of the mouths belonged to Mark.

Jack grunted as suddenly one of them took a testicle in their mouth. He’d never had someone suck on his testicles before, let alone having it happen while someone sucked his cock and the sensation was amazing.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He warned.

He felt both pairs of mouths leave him and he looked down to see Abby grabbing Mark and holding his head towards Jack’s cock. She stroked it with her hand, pointing the tip at Mark’s face as Jack came hard. He watched as he covered the jock in rope after rope of cum. Mark just grinned up at him as more and more of his face was coated in the sticky fluid.

“Holy shit…” Jack groaned as his orgasm faded.

“You love having cum on your face, it turns you on so much. In fact, from now on you’ll love sucking cock and getting covered in cum, even when you’re not collared,” Abby commanded.

“Yes Mistress!”

“Also, from now on, you’ll be respectful to women. You’ll never want to do anything to disrespect or upset them again. You’ll make sure your friends don’t do anything either and if they do, you’ll call them out on it.”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Oh and no more being a jerk to people just because they’re not jocks. That’s not ok.”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good, now go and wait in my car.”

“Yes Mistress!” Mark repeated. Crawling towards the door. He opened it and crawled outside.

“Wow, you really did a number on him,” Jack commented.

“Yeah, but it’s for everyone else’s benefit.”

“Even the sucking dick part?”

“That’ll be someone else’s benefit, he was a good cock sucker. Made you cum quickly.”

“That was mostly you.”

“I was sucking on your balls, that orgasm was all Mark.”

“Oh well, then yeah, he knows how to suck dick.”

“I thought you were going to stop me.”

“I was so caught up in the pleasure of it all honestly.”

“Well I thought it was really hot. Seeing Mark with your cock in his mouth, something I never thought I’d see, but I’m so glad I did! Anyway, I should probably take him home. As tempting as making him walk home dressed as a woman while wearing your cum on his face is, I’m not so mean to ruin his entire etiler bayan escort life.”

“Well aren’t you just lovely.”

“I know. I’ll pop round tomorrow okay?”

“Yeah sure.”

Jack watched Abby leave and went to bed. When he woke the next morning, the first thing he did was check the collar. It was back in the box, just where it should be. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the numbers. He found his grandparents, but couldn’t call as his was broken and wouldn’t pick up his voice.

He presumed the microphone had broken, which meant he was stuck only texting people. Unfortunately his grandad refused to embrace technology and would never reply to text messages. A phone was for speaking, not typing, he would say.

He got up and showered before making a quick trip to the local shopping mall. He walked out with a new phone, something he had been wanting to buy for ages, but had been hesitant to spend money on. That didn’t matter now, not with his new and improved contract at work. He arrived home and after transferring everything over, he called his Grandad.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Jack.”

“Jack my boy! I thought I’d be hearing from you soon. How are you?”

“I’m good, how about you?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, still ticking along. So, how do you like the collar?”

“It’s incredible. How did you get it?”

“It was many years ago, me and your grandmother weren’t having the best time. Your mother was young and she was about to see her parents get a divorce. Well I went on a work trip to restore an old mansion, I was gone for six months, but while I was there I was ripping out the basement to replace with a more modern one. At the back I found a heavy stone wall that had a slight gap underneath it.”

“A fake wall?”

“Exactly. I knocked it down and found a small room behind it. The room was empty except for an extremely old wooden table with a box on it.”

“The collar?”

“Indeed. At first I didn’t know what it was, but it was nice so I took it as a present for your Gran. Figured maybe I could use it as an olive branch, begin to patch things up. While I was looking at it, I accidentally bound it to me. That’s when I knew something was unusual about it, a blue light going into my thumb definitely wasn’t natural,” his grandad explained.

“Yeah, that’s understandable.”

“So, when I got home, I gave it to your Gran and she put it on. As you can imagine, she instantly changed. At first I thought she was just messing with me, but then we had the most crazy sex we’d ever had,” the old man continued.

“Alright, I don’t need to hear that.”

“Ah those were the days. I do miss your gran, god rest her soul,” his grandad chuckled.

“This suddenly explains why you’re with Tiffany,” Jack said suddenly.

“Yep, like I tried telling your mother, she’s not some gold digger waiting for me to die.”

“You used the collar on her! That makes so much more sense why some thirty year old real estate agent suddenly moved in with you.”

“So it couldn’t be just for my charm and good looks?”

“Sorry Grandad, I might think you’re hilarious, but I don’t think that wit would land you Tiffany on it’s own.”

“You’re probably right. Anyway, that’s how I found the collar.”

“So why give it to me?” Jack asked.

“I’m old and content with my life. I’ve had my fun with it and now It’s your turn.”

“Thank you. This is the most amazing gift I have ever received,” Jack said earnestly.

“You mean you don’t get magical collars from all your family members? Pah, pitiful!”

“So what else can the collar do?”

“What have you learned so far?” His Grandad asked, curious to see how far his Grandson had pushed things already.

“That if you put the collar on someone, they’ll do whatever you tell them to. They see you as their master and you can even implant commands that’ll effect them after the collar comes off.”

“Anything else?” His Grandad asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No. What else can it do?”

“Oh, many things, but I won’t be telling you what they are. Half of the fun is figuring out how far you can take things.”

“Oh come on, you won’t even give me a hint.”

“Nope. Maybe one day, but for now, I want you to figure it out. Now, Tiffany has just arrived home and she’s kneeling in front of me, so unless you want to listen to your Grandad getting his dick sucked, I’ll talk to you another time.”

“Fucking hell, yeah bye!” Jack replied, quickly hanging up the phone as he heard a zipper being undone. He looked over at the collar, wondering what other secrets it held.

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The MotherTruck returned almost ten days late, but it was packed. Clara was driving it as we watched them pull up to building four, the cab full of women. Lena and Dahlia followed in two more farm trucks, each pulling horse trailers. Both trucks had several extra women on board.

Lena’s trailer had another, smaller trailer behind it. It was one of those cage-style trailers used for lawn or construction equipment and tied up in it were four more men, all but one heavily bandaged.

Clara hopped out of the MotherTruck along with a thin blonde woman who was wearing what amounted to rags. The woman followed Clara as she sauntered over.

‘Like a dozen rescued and four men captured and I didn’t even have to touch that stupid gun.’

Janice and I laughed. Marisol gave her a look that I had come to realize meant ‘you’re talking too much.’

Clara continued, ‘This is Jordan. She’s in charge of the women from the Becker’s.’

We all introduced ourselves. Jordan spoke confidently but there was an edge to her voice, as if she could snap at any moment, ‘Thank you for your help. I’m not sure how long we could last without power. We didn’t want to start a fire and attract more men. I think we’ve had our fill.’

‘What happened to those?’ Janice gestured at the men in the cage-trailer.

‘When the others hadn’t returned after more than a month, we dealt with the ones left behind. We had been the only ones capable of cooking since October, so I just loaded their food up with sleeping pills.’

‘How did they get hurt?’

‘Some of us, had, errr, frustrations to take out on them.’

Janice looked over at me and I took the hint, ‘any of you that is hurt, this is the clinic. I’ll stitch up what I can and we have some pills that will probably help with panic.’

Jordan gave me a smile, ‘you’re a doctor?’

‘Veterinarian, close enough.’

Jordan and one other woman were the only ones who didn’t have obvious injuries. One of them, Gisele, was in bad shape. The men had amputated both of her lower legs and carved vulgarity into her belly and back. Mika brought out the garden cart and helped her into a bed in the building.

Marisol told Jordan, ‘you’ll probably feel safer living with each other at first, so we have set it up so three or four of you can stay in in each of buildings seven and eight. The most injured will stay at the clinic until better then we will settle them with the rest of you and start moving furniture back into twelve and thirteen.’

Marnie stepped in, ‘I really want to make sure that thirteen is actually liveable, so if anyone feels like crawling around in an attic, I’m asking for help.’

One of the more lucid new women stepped forward, ‘I’m Liv, my husband and I ran a contracting business before. I’ll help you.’

Brandie also chimed in, ‘you know I’ll help where I can. Also, new ladies, I’m Brandie and I’m the bouncer around here.’

Lena looked at Janice and I, ‘bouncer?’

Janice giggled, ‘she got to pick her own title.’

—

Jordan, Mika and I set up Gisele in a room with another rescued, Bella, who was completely noncommunicative. Gisele explained to me that Bella was the men’s ‘favorite’ and that they spent weeks at a time continuously abusing her. Bella, for her part, curled up on her side in a ball, pulled the blanket over herself and immediately fell asleep.

Another woman with severe injuries, mostly badly healed or healing fractures, named Arlene, was put into a room with Keely, who had been tortured for fun, but seemed to be pretty chipper despite it.

I put three of them on antibiotics and gave Bella a Xanax and told Mika not to let her near any other meds or booze for 8 hrs. Mika took out a whiteboard marker and wrote it on the wall.

I then went out to check on my other patients.

—

Lena had brought back two bulls and five cows along with a trio each of stallions and mares as well as two foals and ten calves (all female). All of the animals seemed relieved to be out of the trailers. We had cleared out three two-car garages for the horses and put down hay and soil. Clara seemed genuinely happy to be around the horses and was blabbing away at one of them when I examined it. The horses, for their part, seemed to immediately acclimate to their new homes. Clara showed me where she’d grabbed almost 200 yards of chain link fencing to build them a roaming area.

‘Nice, you’re excited about these?’

‘I never got to do anything like riding horses when I was young, I mean growing up in the city and all of that? But Dahlia showed me how to ride when we were bringing them in and oh my god, It’s all I can think about besides dick.’

I laughed. We got them settled and walked over to where Marisol, Lena and three of the other women were attempting to get the cattle into a pasture that had been assembled out of six contiguous back yards. Mika and I had turned a couple of covered decks into barns, but the cattle were having none of it. Finally after the calves were in the pasture, escort bayan beşiktaş we backed the trailer with the remaining cows in it up to the pasture, locked the wheels and left it for a bit.

Clara and I sat down in a screened-in back porch and watched them.

‘Why weren’t the bulls affected like human men?’

‘Because whatever did that, didn’t work on cattle.’

‘Do you think horse or bull cum would work to cure humans?’

‘I have no idea. Why are you so curious about this?’

‘Just thinking while showering.’

I laughed, ‘I’m not sure it’s ethical but we could test it on one of the captives.’

‘We would have to vote on it.’

—

The cattle acclimated.

It snowed.

The horses got a lot of workouts.

It snowed some more.

I finally started my periods.

Then, it snowed like three more times. By the time my first period was over, we had over three feet of the white stuff on the ground.

Lena and Brandie found a snowplow built for mounting on a truck and put it on one of the new farm trucks. That at least cleared out a path of roadway. The twins and Jordan took a truck and horse trailer back to the Becker’s FoodMart and filled them with what canned goods were left, plus a whole bunch of cash registers, computers, two arcade video games and every single mobile fixture from the commercial kitchen in the store.

It took them less than two days, round trip and then at the first meeting where the rescued women attended, I brought up the idea of experimenting on the men.

‘I want to see if animal semen will maintain the changes after triggered.’

Marisol blinked hard at me and looked to Lena, who said, ‘You mean you want to feed some of our sperm to one of them, then the rest as bull semen?’

‘Or horse semen,’ Clara replied.

‘What would be the point of this?’ Marnie asked, though she was smirking, knowing that we were going to bring it up.

‘It’s mostly curiosity. We have six men in custody, even though one of them is still in a coma, and we need to cure them all.’

‘Even though it appears that they are going to be helpless laborers once that is done.’

Giselle raised her hand. Lena had made scavenging her a wheelchair a priority and I had managed to find plans to print some prosthetic legs for her. Right now we were trying to find enough high-strength filament to make some test cups, but she had a wheelchair now. She asked, ‘I don’t mind being a cured wrangler. It will help me feel useful, since I’m going to be using more than my fair share of resources. Plus if they’re with me, they can get me in and out of chairs and bed instead of one of you.’

Marisol looked around the room, ‘other opinions?’

Jordan added, ‘Several of us would rather they be put down, but the idea of them being servants to atone is gaining traction amongst those of us who just joined you.’

Lena loudly asked, ‘show of hands, anyone who is against using the captives as test subjects.’

Mika sheepishly raised her forearm. Marisol looked annoyed but recognized her, ‘Mika?’

‘If it’s obviously hurting them or causing pain, is it okay to add that we’ll stop?’

Marisol looked shocked at how lucid Mika’s point had been, ‘oh, yeah, lets add that to it.’

Lena continued, ‘Show of hands, anyone who is against using the captives as test subjects so long as they aren’t in pain?’

No hands went up this time.

‘Show of hands, is anyone against curing the men who had held Jordan and the others captive and abused them, forcing them to live out their lives in servitude as atonement?’

No hands went up this time.

Marisol looked around ‘other business? new proposals?’

One of the newcomers, the woman with the terrible burns, Keely, raised her hand, ‘How do we add items to the scavenging agenda?’

Lena grinned, ‘what do you need?’ She looked over at Dahlia, who opened a document on her phone which was apparently their list.

‘I’d like some kind of distilling equipment, like an industrial pot still? A bunch of plastic sheet, also, and barley seeds.’

Marisol and Lena looked confused, but Brandie started laughing, ‘She wants to make liquor. Good liquor.’

An ooooh went through the room. They didn’t even need to put that to a vote.

—

Mika, Brandie, Marnie and I stood in ‘Cell Two’ in building ten, staring at the captive duct-taped to the chair. As soon as we came in, he started screaming into his gag. As per usual, Brandie grabbed his forehead and pulled it back and Marnie and I wrestled his mouth open for Mika to jam a funnel in it. We had gotten good at feeding this guy over the last few weeks.

Still, through the funnel, we could clearly make out the expletives that he was screaming at us. Mika waited until he went to speak after a breath and poured a half of a cup of oatmeal and cum down his throat. He gagged and sputtered and tried to shout, but almost immediately started to go docile.

‘We’re istanbul escort still going with one-fourth of a regular ‘dose’ and the rest of it being the other?’

‘Yup, I figure that 60 milliliters is the low end of the dosage.’

Mika pulled out the second bowl and gave all of it to him in two pours. He gulped it down this time, not even realizing that it was different. We pulled the funnel out and Brandie let him straighten his neck.

Marnie and Mika placed some security cameras that had been found around the neighborhood on opposite sides of him and turned them on, then we closed the door. He shouted only once and then went completely silent as the sedatives took hold.

We sat around the screen that Janice had rigged to go with the cameras. Squashed views of either side were available, or just one or the other. Brandie pulled out a deck of Uno cards and some expired beer and we played and watched Subject Two change.

She started out just like Una had, her features softening, her muscle tone disappearing, but this time, it was only in her arms, her legs actually seemed to tone up a bit and she lost no height at all.

We napped around building ten and Mika and I each took a turn checking on Gisele, Keely and Bella. Gisele had shown amazing mental recovery and seemed to be genuinely positive most of the time. Keely had trouble some days with the scars and I made sure that we found a dosage of antidepressants that kept her from weeping spontaneously. Bella, on the other hand, still hadn’t spoken and needed to be prompted to eat, drink, and use the toilet. The only thing she did on her own was shower, which she did at least once a day and frequently two or three times. None of the mood altering medicines we had found worked to help her, but we didn’t have any of the truly high-powered stuff.

When subject two woke up, we immediately brought them two full doses of bull sperm, mixed in with only the smallest amount of oatmeal and sugar.

‘Hungry?’ I asked her.

Brandie was the first to say something, ‘She didn’t lose her hair.’

‘Oh yeah,’ Marnie stated, ‘you’re right. I wonder if the bull spunk did it?’

‘Or it’s just different between cured. We can do a cross sectional study later,’ I pointed out.

Mika set out some folding metal chairs as we fed Subject Two her full dose. We sat and watched. It didn’t take long.

At first she was placid, almost completely docile, and then in a cute, raspy voice, she started going ‘ow ow ow ow,’ in mild pain over and over again. Mika looked at me and I nodded. She jabbed her with a dose of morphine and within moments, subject two was smiling.

As with Una, her ass and bosom swelled rapidly, burning all of her belly fat away to nothing, but instead of stopping at ‘ample,’ her breasts enlarged to ‘enormous.’ Each of her boobs was the size of my head and the nipples thickened and lengthened, until they were nearly an inch in all directions.

‘Are those real?’ Brandie asked.

‘Yup.’

She then started sweating and a look of pure panic came over her face. Mika went for the second injection but I put my hand on her arm. She looked down at her feet and legs and we watched as each of her feet lengthened and the toes fused. They gathered and condensed and within a few moments, she had a pair of broad, oddly cute hooves.

‘Holy shit,’ Brandie said.

She looked at me, a lazy, opiate-addled smile on her face, ‘want? please? want?’

Brandie looked at me, I shrugged and looked at Mika, who dashed out for another full dose.

A second and third dose followed that one and as we stared, her ears lengthened and fell to the sides, petite horns grew from her forehead and her butt bone lengthened and pushed out a very bovine tail, about two feet long.

‘Holy shit,’ Brandie repeated.

‘Holy shit is right. She’s… she’s a cow?’

‘No she’s the human version of a cow.’

Marnie laughed, ‘or the cow version of a human. Either way, she’s hot.’

Brandie said to her, ‘right? She’s making me hard.’

I smelled something thick in the air as well and could feel my nipples hardening. ‘Yeah, she’s releasing pheromones, they’re probably making you horny.’

Brandie opened the door and sauntered in, unzipping as she walked. She leaned over the cow-girl and lifted her chin, running her thumb over the girl’s plump, ruby lips and then her teeth, ‘mmm she even has cow teeth.’ Brandie stared into the cow-girl’s eyes and asked her in a cocky tone, ‘do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you, pretty cow girl?’

The cow girl became visibly excited, her tail lashing back and forth, ‘breed! Breed! me please?’

Brandie grabbed her knife and cut the duct tape away from the cow-girl and helped her to her feet. She stumbled a bit before she got her balance down. She jiggled in a pleasant way as she tottered about on her hooves. After getting her footing down, she looked down at Brandie’s jutting cock.

‘Please? Breed?’

Brandie didn’t taksim bayan escort wait for any signal from the rest of us, she lowered the cow-girl down to the floor and put her on all-fours, squatting behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me then turned her ‘mate’ to give us a better view, lifting her tail and giving us a dirty smile. Holding her tail in her left hand, she reached down to the swollen sex before her, ‘mmm she’s sopping wet.’

‘Please?’ The cow-girl asked again, a needier tone in her voice. Brandie obliged, pushing her tip against the cow-girl’s lower lips and giving a slow, long thrust, bottoming out immediately.

The cow-girl lowed, nearly mooing, a long, baritone groan of pleasure.

Brandie started to work herself in and out of her ‘mate,’ thrusts slowly increasing in intensity and speed until it became a slapping, hammering mess. She pushed the cow-girl’s face to the carpet, who started to let out bleating sounds with each thrust, sounding more animal than human.

My hand slipped into my pants and panties as we watched. I looked over and Mika was in Marnie’s lap, facing her, and they were making out, tongues teasing tongues and lips, moans mingling with the breeding going on in front of them.

I gasped as I rubbed my clit with the pads of my fingers, mewling, needy cries. Brandie looked over as she pounded the cow-girl and beckoned me close. I crawled over to her and she lifted me up and pressed her lips to mine. I groped her, teasing her nipples as she kept her pace up. She whispered in my ear, ‘get underneath her and eat her pussy, slut.’ I obliged, peeling off my clothes and lowering myself between Brandie’s legs and through to the cow-girl.

I stared up and watched Brandie’s enormous shaft piston in and out of her, raising myself up and gently teasing the cow-girl’s slit and clit with my tongue, occasionally stealing a swipe at the gorgeous dick within. I felt Brandie’s legs start to tremble, ‘holy fuck, slut, that feels amazing.’ Her cock started to pulse, so I reached up and gently massaged the base of it. Brandie grunted into the cow-girl’s ear, ‘I’m breeding you, can you cum, cow-slut?’ Brandie was rewarded with a very shaky-sounding animal moan and I was rewarded with a torrent of spillover cum from her pussy. I lapped it up as it poured out, eventually pursing my lips over the source.

Brandie came two more times without stopping and after the third total eruption, I was starting to feel cum-drunk from it all. Brandie pulled her cock from the cow-girl and pulled the pair of them back so that I was face-to-face with an enormous pair of breasts. I turned my head, closed my eyes and latched on. Moments later, despite the cow-girl having never given birth, my mouth filled with thick, sweet cream. I slurped it down hungrily, the cow-girl lowing in rapture above me.

My nursing was momentarily interrupted by Brandie plunging herself into me. I gasped and gulped, managing to pull away, ‘nggggh in my ass, I promised Lena she could knock me up.’

‘Mmmm I was hoping to breed you too, but I’ll respect your promise,’ I felt her pull out and push at my anus, which gave way with a pleasant stretching sensation. I felt Brandie slowly slide deeper into my bowels, her girth opening me up. I trembled and suckled at the cow-girl’s teat while Brandie’s enormous dick first split me open, then started to gently work in-and-out of my ass.

I came after just two strokes, my mouth full of milk. Brandie kept pounding my ass and I kept on nursing, messily gulping down the cow-girl’s milk. She trembled as I suckled, orgasm after orgasm radiating out from her tits. I squealed again, muffled by her flesh, as Brandie pushed me to the brink and then letting go of the nipple, I let out a strangled scream as I was ass-fucked to a massive climax.

Finally, Brandie let loose a torrent of seed into my bowels, but I was too weak to cum again, instead smiling up at the cow-girl and over at Brandie.

‘Mmmm that was fun.’

‘Yeah, you’re so hot when you get fucked in the ass,’ Marnie said, licking Mika’s juices off of her fingers.

I blushed, ‘Okay, enough, you tarts are making me embarrassed. We need to name this one and we need to make decisions about the other five, soon.’

‘Agreed,’ Brandie said, cleaning up and putting her clothing back on. ‘Also, I wish we could bottle up that pheromone, because holy shit that was something.’

Mika giggled, ‘right? How about we ask the meeting for names?’

We all nodded agreement. Brandie looked at me, ‘I don’t think she should stay here.’

‘Well I don’t think she can stay outside with the proper cattle, either,’ I pointed out.

‘Why shouldn’t she stay here?’ Marnie asked.

‘Not sure what those pheromones would do to prisoners if we keep using this as our jail,’ Brandie pointed out, then continued, ‘but to be honest, if this is going to be our method, we should build something more to purpose.’

Marnie and Mika both agreed, with Mika adding, ‘We should go talk to Lena about converting 16 or 17 for the cured and changed prisoners.’

‘Why not 14, it’s next on the list?’ Brandie asked.

’16 and 17 are both more accessible to the main part of town and 17 already has a wheelchair ramp for Gisele.’

‘Good Point. First thing in the morning, we’ll ask for a meeting.’

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Teeth nibble at my ear lobe, and I awake.

Turning my head I see Jane. Still I feel a mouth upon me.

I turn my head to the left and see Jackie, her lips on my neck now.

I groan and turn away from her. “Don’t you ever stop? For god’s sake, isn’t a night of fucking enough for you? Huh?….dumb whore”.

“Oh you know you love it”

I raise one eyebrow. “Me love it? I think you mean you love it, don’t you?”

“You heard what I said Frank”

In a sudden burst of movement I twist and pin her under me, one arm holding her hands together on her stomach, the other under the sheets between us. She gasps as my finger finds her swollen clit, and starts to push herself against my hand.

“See Jackie, I told you it was YOU who loves it” I say as I take my hand out from under the covers.

“Don’t stop” Jackie pleads. It makes no difference to me, after all we did last night I am very worn out, and sex is the last thing on my mind. “Fine. You be like that and go back to sleep old man.”

And I do. As I my eyes close and I drift off to sleep I hear moaning coming from my right. I forgot about Jane. Oh christ, what is Jackie doing to her?

—–

I close my eyes and lay back as Jackie’s finger slowly runs in circles around my clit, getting faster, and faster as I get louder and louder. Suddenly she stops, I mewl in disappointment, but a smile grows on my face as I realise why she is getting out of the bed.

Coming round to my side of the bed Jackie takes off her skimpy nightie and I am rewarded with the sight of her naked body. Smallish breasts, flat stomach, long black hair, she is very very yummy. I can see the morning light glistening on her already wet pussy, but I have no chance to touch, or to taste before she is kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling my legs around to either side of her.

I gasp loudly as her long tongue slides into me. She wiggles it slightly inside my tight pussy, then begins to thrust it in earnest. She fucks me with her tongue as I grab and squeeze my breasts. When her thumb finds my clit and starts to rub I cum. I cum so hard I can’t help but scream out.

“Oh my god! Jackie YYES YYYESSSSSSSSS”

Jackie lovingly cleans my pussy of my cum and juices with her tongue ataköy escort and sweet little kisses., then stands up on the bed, swaying her hips from side to side, taunting me with the sight of her beautiful pussy, practically dripping as I stare up at her.

“God Jane you taste so fucking good. Do you see how fucking wet I am now? Look at how wet you’ve made my pussy baby. You see it? You like it? You want it?”

With those last few rhetorical questions Jackie lowered herself to my eagerly waiting mouth. My lips touched hers and I began to suck gently on them. I savoured the taste of her pretty pussy for a second and then my lust overcame me…

—–

How the fuck am I meant to sleep with this shit going on next to me? Fuck. I am so going to have to teach them a lesson.

Throwing back the covers I move across the bed. They are too busy with each other to even notice I’m still in the room.

I grab Jane’s legs and spread them wide. She doesn’t fight me, or even try to see what’s going on, she probably thinks that it is Jackie doing it.

I gaze at her spread pussy for a few seconds then line my now hard cock up and thrust it in deep. Jane squeals as I keep on thrusting in and out. Then she starts to buck against me. I keep thrusting my big hard cock into her tight pussy in a slow, steady rhythm. I pull Jackie back so she is leaning against my broad chest as her pussy is fucked by Jane’s tongue. I kiss her neck over and over, loving the sound of her gasps and moans into my ears, moans drawn from her by the feel of another womans tongue delving in and out of her wetness.

Soon my own grunts are filling the air as I fill Jane’s tight puss with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I pull out and fall back on the bed.

—-

Teeth nibble at my ear lobe, and I awake.

Turning my head I see Jane. Still I feel a mouth upon me.

I turn my head to the left and see Jackie, her lips on my neck now.

I groan and turn away from her. “Don’t you ever stop? For god’s sake, isn’t a night of fucking enough for you? Huh?….dumb whore”.

“Oh you know you love it”

I raise one eyebrow. “Me love it? I think you mean you love it, don’t you?”

“You heard what I said Frank”

In istanbul bayan escort a sudden burst of movement I twist and pin her under me, one arm holding her hands together on her stomach, the other under the sheets between us. She gasps as my finger finds her swollen clit, and starts to push herself against my hand.

“See Jackie, I told you it was YOU who loves it” I say as I take my hand out from under the covers.

“Don’t stop” Jackie pleads. It makes no difference to me, after all we did last night I am very worn out, and sex is the last thing on my mind. “Fine. You be like that and go back to sleep old man.”

And I do. As I my eyes close and I drift off to sleep I hear moaning coming from my right. I forgot about Jane. Oh christ, what is Jackie doing to her?……..

—–

I close my eyes and lay back as Jackie’s finger slowly runs in circles around my clit, getting faster, and faster as I get louder and louder. Suddenly she stops, I mewl in disappointment, but a smile grows on my face as I realise why she is getting out of the bed.

Coming round to my side of the bed Jackie takes off her skimpy nightie and I am rewarded with the sight of her naked body. Smallish breasts, flat stomach, long black hair, she is very very yummy. I can see the morning light glistening on her already wet pussy, but I have no chance to touch, or to taste before she is kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling my legs around to either side of her.

I gasp loudly as her long tongue slides into me. She wiggles it slightly inside my tight pussy, then begins to thrust it in earnest. She fucks me with her tongue as I grab and squeeze my breasts. When her thumb finds my clit and starts to rub I cum. I cum so hard I can’t help but scream out.

“Oh my god! Jackie YYES YYYESSSSSSSSS”

Jackie lovingly cleans my pussy of my cum and juices with her tongue and sweet little kisses., then stands up on the bed, swaying her hips from side to side, taunting me with the sight of her beautiful pussy, practically dripping as I stare up at her.

“God Jane you taste so fucking good. Do you see how fucking wet I am now? Look at how wet you’ve made my pussy baby. You see it? You like it? You want it?”

With those escort tuzla last few rhetorical questions Jackie lowered herself to my eagerly waiting mouth. My lips touched hers and I began to suck gently on them. I savoured the taste of her pretty pussy for a second and then my lust overcame me…

—–

How the fuck am I meant to sleep with this shit going on next to me? Fuck. I am so going to have to teach them a lesson.

Throwing back the covers I move across the bed. They are too busy with each other to even notice I’m still in the room.

I grab Jane’s legs and spread them wide. She doesn’t fight me, or even try to see what’s going on, she probably thinks that it is Jackie doing it.

I gaze at her spread pussy for a few seconds then line my now hard cock up and thrust it in deep. Jane squeals as I keep on thrusting in and out. Then she starts to buck against me. I keep thrusting my big hard cock into her tight pussy in a slow, steady rhythm. I pull Jackie back so she is leaning against my broad chest as her pussy is fucked by Jane’s tongue. I kiss her neck over and over, loving the sound of her gasps and moans into my ears, moans drawn from her by the feel of another womans tongue delving in and out of her wetness.

Soon my own grunts are filling the air as I fill Jane’s tight puss with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. I pull out and fall back on the bed.

—-

Goddamn, his cock is so big compared to my small tight pussy, I loved the feel of him fucking me. But now…oh god what Jackie is doing to me now…

—-

As Frank falls to the bed, I am filled with the need to taste his cum.

I lift myself from Jane’s pretty face and turn around so that I am facing her feet. I lower myself back to her face, and lower my own mouth to her pussy. I start to tongue fuck this beautiful woman and lick and suck his cum right out of her. God it tastes so good. And the way her skillful tongue is running around my clit…oh god! I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!

I moan over and over into Jane’s pussy causing her to cum too, she covers my face in her juices and squeals out how good it feels.

I don’t stop moving my tongue in her, if anything I speed up my movements. Jane (the dirty girl that she is) slides two fingers into me and holds them all the way in, unmoving, driving me absolutely bloody wild. I rub her clit and she starts to move her fingers finally. I can’t keep my body still with her doing that to me, I writhe about all over her naked body.

To Be Continued…

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Jenna’s hands ebb and flow over Veronica’s body harshly, like the rough ocean tide sanding the edges of seashells. Under the armpit, down her hourglass till she finally reaches her waist, and begins to slide her hand underneath her blouse and inside her panties, she feels the familiar fabric they selected that morning. Whilst her hands shape the flesh below like hot glass, her pelvis grinds into Veronica’s, playfully, like bumper cars at a jubilee. Their cotton-candy breath is humid like summer air; their mouths are as stuck as mustard on a tie at a county fair.

No longer hesitant, Veronica’s tongue begins to work in and out Jenna’s mouth in a fashion as once done in another aperture. It slides across her teeth, like stones under bare feet in a babbling brook. They massage one another, and then anxious to give the other one a better massage, begin to wrestle. Their mouths envelop each other, clinging, sucking, almost biting to stay together. Neither wants to take a breath.

Asphyxiated, Jenna must break the kiss, but her tongue does not return to Veronica’s waiting mouth. The pelvises continue to play tag, while Jenna’s mouth trails around Veronica’s cheek and neck. Her mouth spills kisses like a fountain. Lips intone places they would like to travel, whispering into the flesh beneath. Veronica’s warm body is calling, begging to be roamed like the Great Plains. Jenna’s hand slips inside the blouse, fondling her, and remarking to herself how the velvet skin strokes like meadow grass. Meanwhile, a pubic paroxysm persists in her panties. They are bunching. The friction between her thighs is obvious, only worsening as Jenna rubs them together, in a futile attempt to relieve some girlish tension.

Button by the button, the shirt is being opened, until Jenna comes to the last button. Finally, she must pull Veronica up from the desk and slide the shirt off. Next, Jenna gets to work with her pants, and they cascade down to her ankles. While Veronica steps out of the leg, Jenna pulls off the oversized sweatshirt, casting it in the pile of unwanted clothing. Finally, after the jeans join the heap of clothes, Jenna stops a second to take in Veronica, sitting in just her panties and bra on her desk. The sight of such a gorgeous woman, office clothes on the floor, so casual and alive in her office could not help but arouse her significantly. Veronica, blushing slightly, her palms pressed against the desk, lets a small smile appear on her face. Jenna pulls her pins out of her hair, and then shakes her head to let her locks frame her face. Her tousled hair bounces off her shoulders as she approaches Veronica as a fox does its prey: stealthily and surreptitiously. Just as she reaches directly in front of her woman, she stops and places her hand on her hip.

“And now what are we to do?” she asks.

“You tell me,” Veronica sighs. “After all, you, my dear, were the one to take off my clothes.”

“I know…” Jenna’s forwardness abates slightly. “I…you….” Her lips blossom. “You look so gorgeous sitting there.”

“Gorgeous?”

“It is a striking image of you just sitting there.”

“You should take a picture.”

“No, I cannot say I want to interrupt our session.” Jenna walks behind the desk at Veronica’s back, pressing her lips just below her neck. As Veronica giggles, Jenna notices a beauty mark just at Veronica’s left shoulder: a nut-brown, star-shaped stamp. Thrilled she noticed this upon exploring her body, Jenna silently beams and continues to kiss around her shoulder blade and down her vertebrae. She lightly brushes her fingertips against the skin, stopping to feel Veronica inhale and exhale. From left shoulder to lumbar region, the kisses are administered, till Jenna’s lips come to the panty-border line. She stops for a minute to take out her visa.

Coming out from behind the desk, Jenna walks around again to face Veronica, with a newfound calmness. Jenna, not knowing how to antalya escort proceed next, fidgets a bit, waiting for some sort of direction from her lover. She rubs her cheek on her shoulder and tosses her hair once more to get it out of her eyes. Finally, she rests her hands on Veronica’s knees, bending down to rest her head just below Veronica’s chin.

Unspoken language at this point could not do the trick. Both women begin to breathe in an anxious rhythm, syncopated somewhat, going a bit faster than the other in hopes the other would notice and make some sort of advance. Still, none moves to break the embrace. Veronica’s hands come off the desk and wrap around Jenna’s body, pulling her even tighter inward.

“Nervous, honey?” she soothes.

“Slightly….I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re doing fine, honey…what happened to the vigor of a few minutes ago? The former tiger now has regressed back to a kitten, curling herself into my chest.”

“I don’t want to mess up.”

“You can’t. There’s no wrong answer…only several different right ones.”

The pet nuzzles her nose into her mistress deeper. “But I should do something different than how you want it, you’d tell me?”

“No one is here to judge you.” Her firm, reassuring hands pat Jenna’s back. “We both know what you want, as you said.”

“I know what I want.”

“Yes, honey. And what is that?”

“I want to make love to you.”

Veronica’s heart thumps like an overzealous timpani player banging at the climax of an opus. “Nothing is stopping you. Is there?”

“Nothing is stopping me.” Jenna’s hands knead the thighs below, desperately clamping as a dike to contain the raging fervor fomenting between, like sea foam. Thighs cling, but at last cannot tolerate the subtle stroking. Her fingers slide back and forth, moving slightly inward, but then, greeted with cowardice, slide back out to a friendlier pat.

Veronica, realizing she must make a first move before she implodes, pushes Jenna away from her for a second. Eyes closed, she languorously leans in to Jenna’s mouth to blow a small amount of angel dust. Her hands, as if self-guided, find the clasp of Jenna’s bra and pull it off. “You want to make love?”

“Yes.”

“Then, take me.”

Still clumsy, but mostly-refined grabs tug off Veronica’s bra, unveiling mountainous breasts, as the teacher reclines mostly nude, proudly posing for her beloved. Her eyes glimmer with lust, misty as the cape in the morning. They ask for a time, for a departure. Intercepting this query, Jenna replies, “Then, I will.”

Grabbing Veronica’s hand, Jenna kisses it, kisses up the arm, until she stops to do what she had first intended to do, which is to pull Veronica off the desk. Now off the desk, standing in front of Jenna in her underwear, her hands automatically move to cover her chest. Jenna pulls her arms away and pushes them so that they fall to her sides. After scrutinizing her lover’s waiting, wanting figure, her own hands find the grooves of where Veronica’s had just been, squeezing and adoring the flesh of her bosom. Nipples call out and stand to attention, respecting the officer and fixing their posture so they are just a little bit taller. Jenna’s fingers find the nipples, and she rolls them between her forefinger and thumb like blessing dice before a roulette game. Tenderly, and then maybe not so tenderly, her massage gets a bit rougher, pulling the nipples so that they are stretching away from the areola. The coral-colored nipple darkens like a stormy sky, a harbinger of the lust that must surely follow. Then, her mouth, her sweet little mouth must taste these nipples, must lower onto this chest. Her lips are drawn to the breasts magnetically, with such concentration and focus that no other area of the body is even in her immediate thought. After an eternity, her head reaches the chest, her lips find the nipple, and begin konyaaltı escort to suck on it, like a child, as Veronica offers more and more of her breast, trying to feed her love the best way that she knows how. Veronica cups her breast and lifts it up into Jenna’s mouth, and with her other hands, brushes Jenna’s hair, encouraging her to open up just a little bit more and take a bigger sample.

Her jaw must expand to take in the breast, as she amazes herself by opening wider and wider than she ever did at a doctor’s appointment. Say ahhh, and mmmm, and open wide, just a bit wider, to accommodate just a little more, sweetie pie. Veronica is gentle and not too over-eager, despite her creeping concupiscence, easing the breast in and trying not to rush the inexperienced. When Jenna has taken in all she can handle, her head begins to bob up and down, as she slides it in and out of her mouth, slowly. Meanwhile, her other hand twists and tantalizes the other swollen, parched nipple. Feeling a bit guilty for this sister, Jenna forces herself to take the breast out of her mouth and make her way over to the other one. This time, she is the one to lift the breast above her chin and glide it into her mouth. Her mouth slides out to the zenith of the breast, gently biting the rubbery nipple. Veronica, moans, teased by Jenna’s largess of tongue-action, but even more tantalized by the scant amount in other, more critical areas.

The aerobic activity continues south, down over the slope of Veronica’s tummy, just to her panty line, on the other side of the border. Visa now in hand, Jenna is ready to go through customs, be searched and seized, and maybe do a little of both herself. Those teeth that have a penchant for nipple-biting seize the panty waistband, and begin the search. Jenna kneels before Veronica, panties in teeth, peeling off her dewy body. They stubbornly stick, but are no match for her incisors. Down they go, along with Jenna’s head, until she is absolutely certain they are out of the picture. Then, grimacing and glistening, Veronica’s labia lobbies, redolent of a faint magnolia. The incense evanesces, drawing Jenna’s nose closer and closer, wanting to recapture the slight scent.

Her head eases between the legs, as Veronica involuntary spreads them, her sweet love juice pouring out. Jenna’s taste buds awaken, surged by the pending flavor that had been denied the night before. Grazing the top of her mound with her nose, Jenna then makes her descent to the land down under. Lips skid, slowing down from time to time, cautious of speed bumps. Then, finding the fork in the road, lick long strokes downward. Veronica can only moan, taking a step back so as to brace herself against her desk. Her legs quiver like a young virgin at the drive-in, and her head does one last check to make sure the door is latched, before completely giving into this adulterated ardor.

Long, loving licks from stem to stern, giving a very thorough investigation and much needed spring cleaning, take less and less intermission. Feverishly, Jenna works her tongue up and down Veronica’s pussy, like a mother cat licking her young kitten, cleaning all the crevices. Veronica purrs, grabbing, once again, her desk for support, as she looks down at her feline cleaning her cunt. Her young, soft though weathered fingers, part lips like curtains in the morning, to reveal her luminosity. The throbbing of her poor, neglected pussy is felt feet away, almost reverberating off the walls, so that Jenna can feel the pulsations.

Her tongue pushes its way into Veronica’s restless pussy, first knocking on the door to announce its arrival, making circle around the entrance, playing with the poor lady, increasingly squeezing the edge of her desk harder and harder. Then, Jenna is ready for her first taste of a woman. She moves her head in closer, scooting so that her body is adjacent to Veronica’s, alanya escort and sharpens her position and plan of attack. Veronica’s lips are pulled further apart, as Jenna gives a quick little kiss to her clit who is wide awake after a short slumber. Jenna plunges her tongue inside Veronica’s twat, immediately met by reserves of wetness, coating her tongue, as her tongue works as a dam, pushing the hot gooeyness back up into the tunnel, and works around a little.

Jenna marvels at the bumps, grooves, nooks, crannies, gaps and soft spots that her tongue encounters on its odyssey. Every time she feels something unique, she has to go back to it and feel it just once more, memorizing the new sensation. Veronica is arching her back like a cat in heat, now digging her claws into the wood. Meanwhile, Jenna realizes she could not have gotten enough of that clit, and her finger wanders back up to find it. The clit is swollen like a marble, begging to be rolled and played with. She grasps the pearl, rubbing it vigorously, paying little attention to Veronica: “Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore.”

Pinching her clit, rolling it consumes her right hand as her left slides between Veronica’s bottom and the edge of the desk. Her hand begins to grab her globes, squeezing, in an attempt to get closer and closer. She applies this to her face, pushing it even more into Veronica’s pussy, her juices spilling all over, running out of the corners of her mouth to her cheeks and creating a shine on her chin. As her tongue works in and out, slowly, her nose hits the nub, as it continues to buzz under the contact of her fingertips. Stiff, her tongue stabs in and out of Veronica’s twat, in short expenditures, but frequent. Every once in a while, the tongue licks up and back, running over sponge, and feeling another rush of liquid, while Veronica’s body only increases to tense up.

A series of pops, short breaths, squeals and huffing, Veronica must remove her hands from bracing her on the desk. As she does this, her body uncontrollably shakes, as Jenna continues to ravage her pulsating cunt, screaming out for more and more attention. At this point, Jenna’s finger slides in that hot pussy along with her tongue, both working in and out.

Veronica’s hands find Jenna’s head, first running through her hair, cooing and thanking her for such a present. Then, they become a little more impatient. Veronica moves back slightly more so that she is half-sitting on her desk and is able to spread her legs more easily, dragging young Jenna along with her, scuffling on the carpet, tongue still in Veronica’s orifice.

Jenna’s finger inside Veronica tickles, running lightly across the skin like a stranger admiring a grand piano. With a trill, and a quick flourish deeper, Veronica gasps, grabbing her lover’s head in her hands and forcing it still deeper inside of her, wanting that tongue to fuse with her insides, or perhaps melt into the scalding depths. Sticky finger, and then fingers, move in and out, working with tongue, rowing back and forth, deeper and deeper, until at last they retreat back to shore.

Veronica’s hands find their way back to her erect nipples, pulling, twisting and tweaking, crying out, whimpering and wanting either an immediate end or resolution. The room is warm, warmer than she remembered. Her legs spread open farther yet, Jenna’s tongue moves in farther yet, until her nose is smashed against Veronica’s vibrating nub and fingers smash in and out, as the cunt grabs her tighter and tighter.

Slamming and beating, to the point of pain, tears mixing with little beads of sweat, there it comes, she comes, oozing and oozing, seeping, while Jenna opens her mouth to catch every drop of this sweet nectar. After sucking like a straw, she reinserts her tongue again, to lick all sides of the honey pot, and not leave Veronica’s domicile in shambles. The tongue soothes to the pulse of “yes” and “oh” and even “ohm.”

Trying to catch her breath, Veronica re-grabs her desk, steadying herself and slowing her breathing so that she does not hyperventilate. Jenna, now exhausted, crumples into a pile at Veronica’s feet, face coated in cum, with no consolation other than to kiss Veronica’s toes and massage her still quivering foot.

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I know why I did it. I wanted to shock her, maybe disgust her a little; push her buttons … and envelope. That’s why I sat down beside her and said, “You have bigger breasts than I do,” and I squeezed one of hers, hard, through the heavy cotton nightie that stopped mid-thigh. Instinctively, she turned away, trying to pull her breast from my fingers so I let it go and went to bed.

But I’m not being entirely honest. There were other reasons why I wanted to feel her breast, a lot of them, all of them a little troubling to me. Let me explain them, in no particular order.

One. She seemed to carry her breasts really low, like a matron, as if pulling them up would result in too much volume. I wanted the satisfaction of confirming that her boobs were the saggy type, far more saggy than mine. I might have been right.

Two. I wanted to turn our relationship to a more sexual direction. We were on a two week car trip across the country, with my father and mother in the front seat. Lucy and I were enrolled in the same west coast college; my parents looked on the drive as a kind of ‘rite of passage:’ some bonding time before I had to knuckle down and get serious about my life. Lucy is my cousin, my mother’s sister’s child — and a casual friend since we were babies. At the last moment she decided to join us. So, my thinking was that because we were going to share a hotel room for about two weeks (my dad had some business to conduct along the way), our time together would be a great opportunity to find out more about her … and myself.

Three — my greatest motivation. I wanted to find out what the touch of her breast would do to me. I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbian. Why only pretty sure? Because I’ve had no sexual experience of any kind. None. Except for the rape, so when I touched Lucy’s breast, I was really concentrating on what affect it would have on me; what it would mean to me and that’s what I was processing as I lay on my bed in the hotel room — with my fingers in my pussy.

I’ve been masturbating on and off for years, but never very well, mainly because I’ve never got off from my imaginations of a man’s kiss or touch and the thought of a guy shoving his pole in me made me shudder. But the thought of girls didn’t do much for me either, mainly because, like everyone else on the planet, I’d been taught that lewd thoughts about the same sex is a taboo, so at 19 I have been pretty much a sexual hermit and I’m now in big need of a coming-out party. I was determined Lucy was going to be that party.

That’s one of the reasons I didn’t bother disguising what I was doing in the bed next to hers. Even Lucy, who I suspected knows less about sex than I do, couldn’t miss what I was doing to myself but just in case I thrashed at my fingers more vigorously than usual and I let out the odd moan, which to my ears I hadn’t yet perfected. When my orgasm finally came, it was brief, superficial and no help in satisfying my burning curiosity as to whether or not I’m a lesbian. But the touch of her breast still lingered on my sticky fingers and as I slipped into sleep I knew my challenge for tomorrow would be to feel her breast unencumbered by her thick nightie.

So, how does one girl go about feeling another girl’s bare tits? There are probably countless approaches I could have used but I chose the one I knew best: to be brazen. I’ve been pushing Lucy around since we got out of the cradle so my direct approach wasn’t foreign to either of us.

As I had done the previous night, I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, but this time I put my arm around her back with my hand gripping her shoulder while I quickly brought my other hand up under her nightie in a full-frontal grope and with a grip on her breast I tried to hold her tight but she was shruggling, protesting and trying to twist away so I forced her onto her back where I concentrated on her breast, feeling the sharp sexual jolt between my legs.

“For God’s sake, Janet, what on earth are you doing?” The panic in her eyes and voice would have been comical had I not known the feeling myself.

“Just lie still for a moment, I just want to feel your breast.” But my words had no effect, she continued to struggle so with my hand still squeezing her tit I leaned on her, pressing my weight into her. “I just want to feel your tit for God’s sake. What’s the big deal?” But it was hard to get much sensation from my fingers because my own rib cage was pressing on the hand that was pressing her breast. “Just stay still for a moment, just a moment. I just want to bagdat caddesi escort feel you. I have a reason. A good one. I’ll tell you about it when I’m done.” This didn’t make her relax but she did stop struggling so I took my weight off my hand, cupped her breast with my palm, feeling her sticky heat for a full minute and feeling the throbbing between my legs and before I let her loose I vowed that my next move, tomorrow, would be to suck her.

I was back on my bed again, and again, like last night, with my fingers in me when I said, “I was at a friend’s place two months ago. At a party. I was leaving, went to a bedroom to get my coat but when I did someone slammed the door shut, pushed me onto the bed, pulled up my sweater and bra and quickly sucked both my breasts, then my panties were off and I felt a face pressed between my legs. I was struggling, of course, but I was pinned at the hips and when it was over she got up threw my panties at me and left. She was younger than me and smaller.” I hesitated, not for effect but because I wanted to remember the moment. “It scared the life out of me. I was shaking all the way home. I thought of calling someone, but what could I say?” I pushed my fingers deeper into me and spread my cream against my walls. “The next morning I found out that the panties she had thrown at me and I had put in my purse weren’t mine. They were hers.” I hesitated, this time for impact. “I threw them in the garbage … and about an hour later pulled them out again. They are yellow, nylon, cheap. On the third day when all the fragrance was gone I washed the last of her away and when I did I knew I wanted her to do it to me again. That’s when I began to see myself as a lesbian. That’s why I held your breast last night and tonight: I wanted to know what the feeling would do to me.” I deliberately left it there, then I added, hoping that I was tantalizing her, “Sorry. I just had to know.”

Maybe it was because as I spoke the words I was obviously masturbating, but she didn’t say anything, not until the next morning at breakfast after I asked her, “Did I gross you out?” Though we had been up for an hour, showering and getting ready for the day, we hadn’t spoken.

“Are you a lesbian?” She didn’t take her eyes off her butter-less toast.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to sound cheerful, “I think so … probably, maybe, but I don’t know for sure.” That’s when it hit me: “Can you do me a favour?”

“A favour?” She was looking up at me now, totally perplexed and really nervous.

And then it all seemed so blissfully clear; there was absolutely no way she could refuse. So I took my time, almost savouring my words. I told her about how ‘troubling’ the ‘rape’ had been to me and how it had opened up so many unanswered questions about my own sexual identity. Then I told her about my greatest fear: I was going to college and I didn’t even know who I was. “I mean, who do I date? Men or woman? I don’t even know. Shouldn’t I at least know that before I step on campus?” Then I played the card that I thought would be the clincher: her own sexual ambivalence. I knew she had to be at least as sexually confused as I was, probably a lot more: though she had a good body, all the vibes she put out where entirely sexless. “I mean, how lucky are you? You know who you are, you know how you feel, sexually, that’s why I think I can turn to you.” I gave her my most vulnerable, pleading look. “Would you let me, you know, sort of learn about my sexuality by … ah, looking at you, … touching you?”

Then I changed the subject. I didn’t care about her response. I only wanted her to know why I would be taking her clothes off tonight. And anyway, with her jaw sagging as it was, she didn’t look like she was in any condition to speak

I had gotten to her, that couldn’t have been more obvious, even my mother, who was absolutely clueless about anyone else’s feeling, noticed it when she joined us a little later. “Is something the matter, Lucy? You look almost like … you’re stricken.”

Terrified was more like it; I could see it building all day: she was increasingly edgy, stiff, distracted — in short, she was a mess. I could only imagine what was going on in her mind. But I knew what was going on inside mine: now that I had laid out a plausible excuse, my initial thoughts were that at the first chance I would tear Lucy’s clothes off and ravage her, that’s what I wanted to do and it wouldn’t have been too far out of character to do it; I had been more or less bossing nisantasi escort her around for years. But I’m not an absolutely insensitive jerk. I liked Lucy, sort of, and as I thought about her — and believe me that’s what I was doing all day — it began to occur to me that SHE could get something out of this experience, too, something really useful to help her come to terms with her own sexuality. I didn’t think she was gay but at least after I had finished with her she would know a little more about her body, and maybe even a little of what she liked done to it, never mind that it would be by another girl. So, with my mindset shifted to include a constructive experience for both of us, I encouraged her to eat up, happy that my parents, who were out on a business evening, couldn’t see their daughter and niece heading to bed — at 7:52.

But we weren’t both heading upstairs with the same enthusiasm. I felt like I was herding Lucy and she couldn’t have been more miserable. She tried to speak in the elevator but I think her mouth was too dry for words and I had to take her arm in the hallway, otherwise it may have taken her an hour to walk the fifty feet or so to our door. And I didn’t let her go when I swiped the card, either; I was afraid she might bolt.

And there we were, in the room with the door clicking shut behind us. “I really appreciate this, Lucy.” I said this even though she had almost run to the window to cower behind her bed.

“What are you going to do?” Her voice sounded like a terrified child.

“I’ve never looked closely at a woman’s body before or felt it. I appreciate you letting me …”

“I haven’t either but that doesn’t mean I want to,” her terror was mounting.

I tried to be calming, “I have to get in touch with my sexuality before I get to college, Lucy, surely you can understand that. I know you’re probably experienced, you know how you feel, you know about sex but I don’t. By looking at your body, by feeling it, that will go a long way towards answering some of the questions that, these days, are positively dominating my thoughts. I mean, I have to know! Am I gay, am I a lesbian or not?”

Her terror-schtick was starting to wear a little thin on me. Sure, this was going to be a little awkward for her, for both of us but she wasn’t in any danger and that’s what I told her. “You’ll be doing me a favour, Lucy, a favour I’ll always appreciate, so come here.”

My logic was obvious and sincere and I guess she saw that because even though every fibre of her being was recoiling in horror, she edged from around the bed but so slowly and reluctantly that I helped her cover the last few paces by pulling her towards me, gently but insistently.

“OK, I’ve thought a lot about this,” I said, showing a lot less enthusiasm than I was feeling, “I want to take your clothes off. That will tell me something, don’t you think? I mean if I start taking them off and it doesn’t do anything for me that should tell me something, shouldn’t it?” This innocent, questioning approach was already grating on my ears but I thought it would be easiest for her so I ignored my inner censor and reached for the buttons of her shirt.

Perhaps it would be better to describe her now while she still had some protection and describe the sexy bits later — if there are any. Lucy could never be described as good looking. She isn’t but she definitely has a mysterious quality about her that is going to serve her well in the future — by her middle years she could very well be striking in a very sexual way. But she sure isn’t there yet.

She has very thick, naturally curly short black hair that frames an almost triangular face with high cheek bones and pointed chin. So far so good; it’s the rest that lets her down, though, as I’ve said, it’s been improving of late. Her long nose, arching eye brows, wide, thin lips and round, deep-set black eyes made her a fairly ugly child but she has been growing into those features and now she isn’t ugly so much as, well, intriguing-looking.

As for the body, though she does her best to hid it, it’s one of the reasons why I’ve had my fingers in my pussy the last two nights, our first two of the two week trip, which, I should mention, has also factored into my approach: I have a lot of time to get out of her what I want so I’ve decided not to risk scaring her off with too aggressive an approach. She is about my height, 5’8″, about as slim as I am but with narrower hips and a much better ass. I may have better tits, I don’t know ataköy escort yet, but hers are bigger and lower, as I’ve said — and I hoped to find out that they sag. Her legs aren’t any better than mine, which I’ve always liked, mine, that is.

In many ways, by describing Lucy I’ve just described myself. We could never be confused as sisters but no one would be surprised to learn we’re related. I’m dark too but where her face is triangular, mine is oval, dominated by impossibly straight, impossibly white teeth (money talks) and soft brown eyes that give me a kind of girl-next door quality which has been really useful in hiding my rather demanding, somewhat bitchy personality.

In describing her’s, I’ve already described my body type; what I haven’t described is why I’ve found myself in this mess. I have a strong personality, certainly strong enough to have developed a functioning sexual identity by now but I’ve spent six years in hospitals — for reasons that are none of your business, and when I wasn’t there I was entombed in girls’ schools with a result that there are whole areas of my character that have yet to be develop, that’s why I’m looking forward to college and that’s one of the reasons why my parents are driving me there: they’re trying to give me a soft landing before my cram course in life in the real world.

If you want to get to know me, I can allow that in a word, a hyphenated word: for a lot of reasons, some of them good, some bad, I’m one of those who has been ‘over-protected’ and when your dad’s as rich as mine, protection is pretty easy to come by.

And Lucy’s protection was beginning to open. Both mornings on the road I’ve tried to see her nude but she’s way too modest for that: she undresses and dresses in a locked bathroom; I haven’t even seen her in her underwear but I’m starting to see it now: her bra is purple, that much is clear and I’m just about to see how full it is.

Maybe it was the build-up of the day or even the glimpse of the bra but when her buttons were half undone and I could see her bare skin, her cleavage and the top of her bra, when I could hear her breathing, feel her breath, when my fingers, always so confident, began to shake, that’s when I knew the absolute truth: I am a lesbian and my moan was my admission.

After the moan came the fear.

I had long suspected but never knew for sure that I was gay — so I had never thought it through: but now, in this instant, I knew I was a lesbian and in that instant I knew that my life was now as excluding as it was including, more so, far more so because I now knew I would never live the life of my own expectations, nor the expectations of others — I knew this the moment I heard my moan and it scared me, I think it was the awful uncertainty wrapped up in my new reality — I wanted to think it through, to understand what my new world might mean.

And it was her fear, too, she was positively rigid with it, that’s why I said, “Look, I just want to see your body, OK? I’ll leave your underwear on, just let me see your body. Please.”

She didn’t relax, not a bit but she didn’t fight me either and in a minute when she stepped out of her pants and stood awkwardly before me in her purple bra and white panties I sat on the edge of my bed and just stared at her, my first sight of another woman’s near nakedness. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, breathlessly, and meaning it. It was the luxurious curves that first caught my eye, her femininity: the swell of her breasts, the inward arc of her waist, the rounding of her narrow hips, the elegance of her parenthesized thighs and the tantalizing slope of her mound … and her smell — though we were almost two feet away, I could feel myself drawn to the scent from her armpits and crotch and I would have gone to them, too, but I made a mistake, I glanced up at her face and the sexual pleasure that was shuddering through me in hot spasms met the cold face of fear and, once again, I was forced to rely on words: “You have a really beautiful body, Lucy,” but when I reached out and touched her hip, she flinched. “Just another minute, OK? Will you turn around?”

She did, quickly, as if by turning she was half-way to escaping and I sat back to more easily study her. Her panties had bunched a little in her crease which made a pretty bottom all the more spectacular. And her back seemed surprisingly strong and toned, as if she worked out, which I doubted. But there was no doubt she is gorgeous, as gorgeous going as coming and I leaned forward and lightly dragged my fingers across the slick nylon on her cheek but she flinched again so I took her firmly by the hips, turned her around and pressed my face into her belly for just a second before releasing her and, getting to my feet, I kissed her lightly on the cheek and stepped away, “Thanks, Lucy, I really needed that … and I need a drink, too.”

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“Please don’t make me do this,” Nancy pleaded, her gorgeous green eyes filling with tears.

“I’m not making you do anything,” I told my pretty neighbor, leaning back into the couch, legs spread, waiting for my show. I was ready, wearing only panties and a bra.

Her eyes flickered to the side, once again taking in the collage of pictures on the coffee table.

“You know that if John ever saw those pictures he’d kill me.”

“So am I supposed to lie to him?” I asked her, pointedly.

She stood quietly, firming her resolve.

“One lap-dance, and you’ll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we’ll never have to talk about this again. Right? That’s what you’ve promised.” We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling.

“I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, and I promise that John will never hear about them from me.”

“Why are you doing this, Heather? I thought we were friends.”

“Sure we’re “friends”. I want to stay “friends”. Really good “friends”. Close “friends”. Special “friends”. Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can’t get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can’t stand it anymore.”

“Just this once, right?” She asked for the umpteenth time tonight.

“You heard the deal.” With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion.

Once committed, Nancy seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy while peeling her t-shirt off over her head, but the end result was worth it. Her breasts are very nice, very much an attention grabber, and to see them swelling out of her lacy bra brought on the first twitch in my shorts.

She did a much better job with her shorts, opening up a button, then lowering a zipper, exposing nothing but skin to the eye. She peeled the two sides outward and I was finally rewarded with a hint of black material where her panties started.

Nancy completed a leisurely turn, ending with her back to me, before teasing her shorts over her hips. After just an inch or two a thin black string was exposed, funneling down to the crease of her full ass, where the two side strings met and disappeared between her cheeks. Once her shorts were midway down her hips and the going was easier, she bent over almost in two, and slid them down to her ankles, then held that pose a few seconds, letting me take in her all but naked, oh-so delicious, ass.

The naughty thong, worn by such a goodie two shoes of a lady, was in so many ways very much not like her. It always seemed a bit odd to me that such a pretty woman had so little experience. She’d only been with one man in her entire life, her husband of 12 years, who she’d married just out of high-school. She was a good little Southern Baptist wife, no drinking, no swearing, and little in the way of hijinks. Yet she wore very tight and revealing clothes that accentuated all of her amazing assets to their best advantage. She would be very proper and virtuous, and then tease men out of the blue, in a flirtatious almost brazen way.

A mother of two, with the body of a 20 year old, she could maked my blood boil. I had rehearsed this scene for weeks, and then carefully planned it out, before I lured her up to my study, and set the whole plan in motion.

Her husband was insanely jealous, and on top of that I knew that their sex life left a lot to be desired. They were on a calendar, and she agreed to let him have sex with her once a week, in order to keep the peace.

Then one day after her kids left for school and her husband left for work I saw a man go into her house and not leave till almost noon. So when this happen again I snapped pictures and recorded her affair.

And now she was delivering her very best lap-dance, in order to keep her night of skinny-dipping and affair a secret.

“That’s nice,” I told her, gazing on her heart-shaped cheeks and thinking how nice it would be to bury my face in them.

She stood back up and danced a bit longer tuzla escort before she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, releasing her full, ripe tits, swaying to the music’s beat.

I saw her eyes glance down at the pictures on the coffee table, then at the wet spot of my panties, then back to my face. She was suddenly blushing madly as she tried to cover her breasts somewhat, while turning and dancing before me.

“Come closer,” I encouraged her, and she hesitantly did, straddling my leg, dancing with her hips to the beat.

She suddenly spun, her back facing me, all but naked. She leaned over, hands on her knees and wiggled her ass at me, now no more than a foot away. She turned to see my reaction and gave me another glance at her pendulous globes, now unfettered by bra or hands.

I reached out and ran a fingernail down the outside of one cheek, slowly, and I could see the goose bumps explode all over her body. She gasped, and I could see her legs trembling. I reached one hand out to each hip, and turned her, so she would face me once more.

As soon as she turned her hands went back to her breasts, doing a poor job of covering them.

“More,” I whispered softly.

She slowed her movements down to a simple weight shift on every other beat, and languidly slid her hands back, until instead of covering her tits, her hands were pushing them together and out. Nancy leaned forward, her shoulders performing a mesmerizing figure eight, her hands now offering up those amazing mounds for my examination. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, as she undulated before me, her breasts a hesitant gift.

I leaned forward in my seat, matching her leisurely pace. Her nipples were small and very hard, begging for attention. Up close I could breathe in her scent, and count each little bump surrounding her aroused nipples. A tiny freckle just below the right one was framed inside her tan line. I wanted to kiss that tiny spot and make it mine. She must have felt my breath on her skin. Just as I was about to touch, she inched back, making me lean forward even more.

“Just this once, right Heather?” she breathed.

“Then they’re destroyed. No more hot-tub pictures.” I assured her once again.

She leaned back over me, her breasts rubbing against my face. I reveled in the sweet smell of her skin, as she rubbed her full tits against my face, cupping my face in the valley of her untanned skin. I only got a few minutes of this treatment before she backed away again.

I wasn’t sure what she was up to, until she climbed forward and put her knee next to my left thigh, and straddling me, she placed her other knee beside my right thigh. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, until her hot crotch was firmly pressed against my hot tongue.

I got a moan from her at that, and she tilted her hips, rubbing her barely covered slice up the length of my tongue. My pussy was still in my panties, but desperately begging to come out and play. I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, before sucking it deep into my mouth.

“Just this once Heather,” she said “you know that I am not a lesbian.” It was amazing. I worked on both her breasts, teasing, pulling, nibbling, and sucking. It was almost beyond comprehension that this innocent beauty was in my lap, those picture perfect breasts available to me. And the shy innocence she displayed on a day-to-day basis disappeared as the sexy, playful, horny Nancy made her appearance. She seemed in heat. She was pressing herself hard against my tongue, rubbing up and down against it rhythmically. I let my kisses wander upward from her breast to her neck, my hands replacing my mouth on her tits. My lips continued their journey to her ear, and she became even more animated, nearly humping me. I reached my right hand behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her even harder against me, and with my left hand I turned her face and covered her mouth with mine. I kissed her mouth with my tongue so she could tasted herself and she screamed out into my mouth, grinding her pussy against me, coming explosively.

When her body stopped shivering, she pulled her face away from mine, and shifted her hips back just a pendik escort bit. Our foreheads touched as we both looked down to where we’d been connected. My pussy had leaked from the confines of my panties through the handy fly, and I could see where it was soaked in her juices from about an inch down below to where I disappeared back into the panties. Her pussy was uncovered, her thong shoved to one side, her lips red and swollen, sticking out lustily, and coated in white juices.

She was breathing heavily, and she slid her hand between us, running the edge of her index finger up and down my pussy.

I was afraid to say a word. This wasn’t part of the deal, but it was the goal I’d been dreaming of. I held my breath, and waited to see if she’d take the next step.

Nancy pulled her face back about an inch, and looked into my eyes before bestowing a small kiss on my lips. Then she was sliding off of me, between my legs, her eyes locked on the angry wet spot rising forming in my panties, her fingers bracketing it but not touching.

Her hands crept forward, encircling, and then grasping me, and she slid them up in an unhurried, teasing fashion, and then all the way back down. She repeated this several times, her two hands traveling the full length of my pussy. Then she leaned forward and pressed the side of one cheek against me.

“It’s…wet,” she said softly, stroking it again, and then brushing her lips against it, just under my clit.

I knew her husband had a small dick. He’d stepped out of the hot-tub once, and he sported an erection that barely made a dent in his bathing suit.

“Suck me,” I asked her gently.

“I don’t do that,” she answered firmly. I am not a lesbian.

“Then I will keep the pictures, and send them to your husband’s work.”

“Please I’ve never done that for John or anyone.”

“You will do as I say or the pictures go on the internet.”

Nancy looked from my panties up to my eyes and then back to wet spot she caused by stripping.

“No, you will not,” she said with a grin, and started to get dressed. I ripped off her clothes and told her that she is my bitch. She better get used to it, as I slap her ass and carried her to my bedroom. I tied her to my bed spread eagle as she was screaming. I then tied a dildo to her mouth to shut her up and so that I could fuck her face with my pussy. She moved her head side to side as I started to lower my pussy on the dildo, then I pushed my pussy on the dildo and started fucking it.

I pulled my pussy off of my dildo and leaned back, moving her hair back with a toss of her head.

“I am going to keep fuck you.” I told her honestly.

I laughed out loud. “Oh, I know that’s go to happen and “I want to suck you off.” I said it almost plaintively.

“Please Heather, suck me. Take me in your hot little mouth. Let me watch my pussy disappear into that beautiful face. Suck me until I come.”

“Ok.”

I dived onto her pussy as she is taking me deep in her mouth and used her hands to get more.

I take the dildo and push it into her mouth. She can only take about half the length, and she gagged several times at that, but she worked hard to pleasure me, breathing deeply through her nose, her hands pumping, occasionally looking up to enjoy the sight of me hypnotized by the show occurring at my waist.

She pulled back a bit and licked up and down the dildo before playing with my clit. She took it in her mouth, tugging and sucking gently, and then licked even further below. I watched her in awe as she pulled my clit up and out of the way and licked all the way down to the edge of my ass. Her tongue tickled that sensitive place between my pussy and ass, before treating my starting to lick.

Once more doing her best to swallow me whole. I was still in control, and my hands worked her like a piston, tight, firm and fast, dragging me to my climax.

After all the dancing and anticipation I couldn’t last long, and I stiffened, pushing my hips forward, advertising my impending explosion. She pulled her mouth back, looking up at me, and stroked me fast and hard with both hands. With a cry I launched my cum into her hair, and after the second spurt, Nancy plunged forward maltepe escort and took the dildo in her mouth, letting me finish there. When I relaxed and settled back into the couch, my ejaculation complete, she pulled her head back, her lips wet with my cum, and looking into my face she swallowed deeply. making a bit of a face, and then smiled. She took the dildo back into her mouth, and this time sucked it clean, before she leaned back on her heels and smiled at me again.

“Looked like you enjoyed that,” I said.

“Now that’s an understatement.” she laughed.

“Not bad for my first time then?” I asked, and I could feel an underlying plea for approval.

“Incredible. You are an incredibly hot and desirable woman, and your mouth is a thing of beauty and unlimited pleasure,” she said

“I’m glad you liked it.” I said, and she blushed.

“You know I did.”

“So, a deal’s a deal, right?”

“A deal’s a deal.”

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Marie climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Marie was rubbing her tits against Nancy’s; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Nancy was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an ‘O’. Marie was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, Nancy was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towel, her breasts nicely displayed.

“They’re really pretty good. It’s almost a shame to destroy them.” She giggled.

“You don’t have to,” I said, “John will never see those from me.”

She folded the pictures and put them in her purse, and then grabbed her clothes and rushed out to the bathroom to get dressed, suddenly very aware of her state of undress.

When she came out she looked radiant. I had put my skirt back on, and was waiting for her. She walked right up to me, pulled my head down to hers and kissed me firmly. She tasted minty; must have found a bottle of mouthwash in there.

“Ok, but now it’s over. You have had your fun, I am married. I can’t be doing this.” She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

I then gave her a cell phone and said, “You are now my bitch when I call you, you will do as I say, and if John is there you will tell him you are going out with the girls.”

“But you said that if I would do as you said today that you would give me these pictures,” Nancy said.

Yes I did and I gave you those pictures. And I have lots more so you have two choices, either we keep going or I will show them to everyone”

“This is not nice. You know you ask and I am sure that you could have join me and then you would not have to blackmail me.” she told me, as she was playing with the buttons on her shirt.

“Maybe! But this way you know that I am a lesbian and I am not into men.” I then reached out, and placed my hand on her breast, giving it a squeeze.

Nancy didn’t answer her. she wasn’t about to agree to that statement.

Nancy finally said, rolling her eyes upward, “It was really rough.” Heather took her hand in hers and walked through the house with Nancy.

“You looked like you enjoyed it there, just a little, at the end.” Nancy teased, giving her hand small squeeze.

“Maybe I did and maybe I did not.” Nancy said.

“I know you that,” Heather joked.

Heather turned to Nancy at the door. “But we can’t do this again. I don’t regret it, but I’m afraid of what might happen.”

“No regrets. Drive safely,” I told her as she stepped out the door. “I would hate for anything to happen to the prettiest girl I know.”

She turned away, walking with a sway in her step, Heather thought that teasing bitch wait till next time.

I locked the door and ran upstairs to see how the movies had turned out. I had two separate cameras on us, one from the overhead lamp above and behind me, and one from the bookshelf to my side. I was aching to review them, and was already pondering how much she’d pay to get rid of these.

If naked pictures of her in a hot-tub with her friends earned me this afternoon, I wondered what a movie of her stripping and sucking her first cunt were going to be worth. But first things first. I had something to do and, some new home movies that needed watching.

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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

Finding a good doctor is hard. Finding a good gynecologist is almost impossible.

It all started when my gynecologist moved her practice to another city. Forced to seek out a replacement, I started looking, but finding a female gynecologist—the thought of a man examining my privates made me sick—is like looking for a needle in a haystack. But after weeks of fruitless search, I finally found the perfect candidate. Okay, she was a little young and inexperienced, but even a newbie would be better than a man—no offence to any man reading this, but I am just not into guys.

I was not quite sure what to expect as I waited in the exam room, but it sure as hell was not the breathtaking young woman that walked in moments later. Somehow, I managed to get avrupa yakası escort through the routine questions, but the second I felt her gloved fingers on my labia, I all self-control left my body.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned softly as the fantasy began.

No longer bound by the laws of reality, the fantasy gynecologist started gently massaging my lower lips.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I asked softly, still unsure if the unexpected turn of events I was experiencing was a result of my imagination or real life. But when she peered up at me with lust-filled eyes, I knew it was all in my head. Still, that would not stop me from enjoying every second of it. But my new doctor had other plans in mind. Or so I thought as I felt her fingers leave my labia. I was about to protest when I saw her lean forward.

“Mmmmmm!” I moaned softly as I felt her hot breath on my poon. Moments later, she parted her lips and outstretched an avid tongue.

“Oh god!” I moaned as I felt her tongue dive past my labia. It traveled all the way up my pussy before being pulled back out.

“Want a taste?” she inquired in a sensual voice. Although all I want was to feel that worm tongue of hers inside me again, I nodded. Smiling, she got to her feet and I soon found myself peering up at her. Before I could even realize what was happening, she leaned forward and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

“Mmmmm!” anadolu yakası escort I moaned as I felt my own pre-cum on her tongue as it darted around my mouth. I soon started reciprocating her eager tongue strokes as soft moans flowed past our lips. We explored each other’s oral cavities for almost a minute before I realized just how desperate I was for her to return to my cunt. Unfortunately, I would have to wait as, the second the kiss was broken, she tore the hospital gown off my body and focused on my boobs.

“Mmmmm!” I was unable to keep from moaning. Although a breast massage was not what I had been hoping for, there was no denying just how masterfully she manipulated my nipples. Another moan flowed past my lips as she used her tongue, fingers and the years of experience she undoubtedly had to play with my nipples, sending wave after wave of arousal washing over my body. My moans grew in intensity until I could no longer bear it.

“Fuck me! Please fuck me!” I begged between two moans.

A few chuckles flowed past her lips as she pulled away from my breasts. Luckily, her laughter had come to a stop by the time I felt her hair brush against my inner thighs.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned in anticipation. The blissful exclamation was soon followed by a much louder one as I felt her tongue once more dive into me.

“FUCK!” I almost yelled as she started eagerly etiler escort tongue-fucking the shit out of my pussy. My breathing grew increasingly short as my moans grew in both intensity and length.

“Oh god!”

“Oh yes!”

“Oh fuck!”

My moans echoed throughout the exam room as my doctor’s tongue dove in and out of me at an astonishing speed. So quickly in fact, that it soon became impossible to tell when it was in and when it was out. But that did not matter; all that mattered was the way it made me feel. And trust me when I say it made me feel AWESOME! And things were about to get even more awesome.

“I’m gonna cum!” I soon announced. Sure enough, the first wave of orgasmilk soon flowed up from the depths of my pussy. Moments later, it gushed forth, squirting into my lover’s mouth.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned as she continued tongue-fucking my shivering cunt. Unfortunately, that was the last thing I heard before I was snapped back to reality by the voice of my all-too-real gynecologist.

“A… are you all right?” she asked, “You’re squirming.”

“I… I’m sorry,” I muttered, too turned on to find a suitable explanation. Although the sight of that gorgeous woman between my legs was hotter than anything I had ever seen, I knew I had to keep my urges in check; I could not afford to lose another gynecologist. Especially not one so hot…

A few minutes later, the exam was over and I was informed the preliminary exam showed no signs of anything being wrong, but that I should wait for the test results to be sure. But that was the last thing on my mind; I was too focused being disappointed that nothing more than my fantasy had happened. But maybe the next visit would be different. A girl can always hope, right?

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