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Another Secret of Witchcraft [Part 9]

Wielding a Wet Wand

By A_Little_Show

Edited by A_Little_Show’s spouse

Please start with Parts 1 through 8. Many events in this chapter won’t make any sense unless you know how the characters got here.

Summary so far: Andrea is a witch. She casts her spells by wiggling her clitoris instead of her nose. She doesn’t always like the consequences of her craft. She has given everything she has to make amends.

—– ~ —–

Andrea rolled out from under Elfman’s arm. He didn’t stir. She walked the few steps to her bathroom wearing only her panties. When some long overdue necessities were accomplished, she returned and shook Elfman.

“Wake up!” She jostled him more vigorously.

“Wah, What?” He rubbed his eyes.

“How did I get home?”

“I called an Uber. He didn’t charge me when I scooped you into the backseat like that.” He looked up and down her body appreciatively.

“Really?”

“No.” Elfman sighed. “I put you in my shirt. It was like a dress on you.”

“And our bikes?’

“In the rack outside. Uber man but them in his hatchback. Anything else?” He yawned.

“Where’s that shirt?”

Elfman took a minute to process. “Oh? He waved his arm under the covers a few times before catching his prey. With triumph, he hauled the red button down shirt into view. “You took it off. You said you sleep nude. I didn’t argue.” He shrugged.

“Ugh. Red. I suppose it can’t be helped. Even worse, it this light it looks pink.” She made a sourpuss face. She slipped her arms into his shirt and started buttoning it at the bottom just above her knees. It was like a baggy dress on her. Even with the top button fastened, Elfman’s neck hole was big enough to reveal some of Andrea’s cleavage. She pressed her breasts together to verify.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t want to miss my favorite class.”

“Did it work? Did you cast the spell?”

“I’ll tell you about it later. I’m going to be late!” She paused in the open doorway and wriggled yesterday’s panties down and out. She tossed the soiled garment and its shiny silver passenger at Elfman. “Not again!” She smirked. She called back over her shoulder from down the hall. “At least not in this class.”

—– ~ —–

The lecture was entitled, “Secret Societies.”

“There have been secret societies of women throughout history,” the professor asserted. “They have taken many forms. Some have theorized that many women form family groups with whoever they think they can trust. Women who were isolated from other groups may have sought each other to find strength in numbers. Solidarity.”

Andrea took notes on a small pad of lined paper. She seldom took notes, but the professor was old-school and didn’t post her slides online.

The professor continued, “Childbirth and events surrounding it have spawned countless secret societies. It’s not so much that the societies were secret. It was the activities that were secret. Men could not be trusted with topics of menstruation let alone childbirth. Tying into last week’s lecture, the village witch was often also the village midwife. Since witches didn’t or couldn’t marry, one way of supporting themselves included birthing services.”

“Is a doula like a midwife?” Andrea asked.

“Yes.” The professor waited for anyone else to interrupt. “Women’s sexuality in general has been the organizing principle of secret societies. A woman’s pleasure is unnecessary for procreation. Her pleasure may not even be desired by her partner. Some women and many men throughout history likely believed women were incapable of pleasure from activities related to procreation.”

Andrea raised her hand but spoke without waiting to be acknowledged. “So, ejaculation is necessary or certainly helpful for procreation, and ejaculation is accompanied by orgasm. But, the woman may become pregnant with or without any pleasure in the process.”

“Exactly,” beşiktaş eskort the professor agreed. “So, women found other women to educate and provide comforts lacking at home. Some were likely lesbians. Others were only walking wombs to their husbands. The company of other women offered hope for fulfillment.”

“Didn’t they just have affairs or something?” another student interrupted.

“Perhaps in some cases, but what chance was there for a lover to understand or care about her pleasure?”

“Weren’t there like, famous lovers? Don Juan? Marquis de Sade?” Andrea interjected.

“Yes, Andrea. They were evidentially so rare that Western history remembers the few by name. How many women could count on finding a Don Juan? It was a high stakes, low reward proposition. She would take immence risk trying.”

“What do you mean?” another student asked.

“Low status women caught in fornication or adultery might be stoned to death or driven from their villages and forced into prostitution to survive. Some likely became known as witches.” The professor smiled at her success tying another aspect of the previous lecture to the current one. “Of course, rules have never applied to women of high social rank. There is evidence that women Pharohs kept harems of other women and men or possibly eunuchs.”

“Must be nice,” a pretty redhead exclaimed.

“Ewww. What good are eunuchs?” a student complained.

“I’ve read that Italian castrati, men who were castrated in youth to preserve their beautiful high voices, were like rock stars with women fawning over them. They were extremely popular as lovers.”

“Yah! Who needs cock anyway?” someone observed.

The bookworm student scolded the student who didn’t appreciate cocks. “Castrati probably retained their penises. They only sacrificed the testicles.”

“Just so. That wasn’t always the case.” The professor frowned and resumed. “High status women did not need a male to support them. In fact, the men sought THEM for their wealth and family connections. Others dispensed with men entirely.”

“Oh! Like Jane Austen.” The students were more engaged than usual in the lecture.

“Right, ah, Lucy,” The professor nodded. “Jane Austen never married. Her works suggest she was not a lesbian, but we’ll probably never know. She was from a rank of untitled landed gentry. She had an income from her writing. She didn’t need a man. A low born man would only have diminished her status, and high born men were likely uninterested in a woman so liberated for her time.”

“Did she have lovers?” Andrea asked.

“I don’t know. Jane Austen is neither my topic of research, nor even my time period. Moving on,” the professor dismissed further questions. “High status women always had options. There was really only one constraint on them.”

“What was that?” Andrea asked.

The professor glanced at her peculiar student and elaborated. “Hereditary succession has been important in almost all societies. Paternity was always in doubt. Was the fourth Earl really the son of the Third Earl? Was Henry VI really the son of Henry V? There is seldom doubt who the mother was.”

A couple of students chuckled.

“Kings and highborn men often sequestered brides to assure paternity.”

“A prisoner in her own castle,” Bookworm remarked.

“Well, it wasn’t all bad.” The professor smiled. “Some kings were probably gay. Some found their wives unattractive while they were pregnant. Some may have preferred mistresses or even a harem. No sexual attraction was required for marriages of alliance and fortunes. Once the wife was safely impregnated and there was confidence in the paternity, rules sometimes disappeared. She was at liberty to discreetly find solace wherever she could. For the duration of her pregnancy, the high born male may not have cared who plowed her already planted field. Along the same lines, eunuchs might served acceptable istanbul escortları dalliances at any time – same for ladies in waiting.”

“Maybe the eunuch harem guards made slavery almost bearable,” Bookworm grinned.

Andrea interrupted also. “So, let me get this straight: Doulas and midwifes were witches. Doulas and midwifes formed secret relationships with other women to share knowledge and do pleasurable sexy things. Right? So, is that what a coven is? Is it women getting each other off on the way to smashing the patriarchy?”

Everyone including the professor laughed. The professor said, “Women pursuing their interests including pleasures were often called witches, and a group of witches is a coven. It makes sense.” The professor nodded her head.

“A group of witches may be a Coven,” a student remarked, “But, a group of Karens is a Complaint! Get it? The meme – Karens are complainers. A Complaint of Karens?”

Everybody turned their attention back to the professor. “Andrea is thinking like a Historian finding connections,” the professor stated. “Very good.”

“One more thing,” Andrea raised her hand and blurted. “So, Don Juan was hard to find, but what if covens found the good men – the ones who could please women or maybe witches trained the men? The covens could hook up high born women with the right men! That might be the whole point of covens. It could all be about getting off regularly. Like in the slides you showed. One had an evidently superb lover between her legs. Another showed a man in ecstasy or agony bound behind their naked dance circle. I mean, maybe he was their boy toy?”

“All good observations, Andrea. I didn’t think you were paying attention during that class.” Everyone laughed. The professor continued with the lecture moving on to alliances formed between marginalized women in more modern times. She talked about carnival performers, dance troupes, theater groups, prostitutes and lesbians across all walks of life. Then, she talked about matriarchal societies. There was one she described where the people believed a baby could have any number of fathers. The woman was encouraged to copulate with as many as she wanted in hopes of getting one man’s strength, another’s intelligence, a third’s humor, a fourth’s good looks. For the sake of making the best baby, she’d welcome a train of men into her hut. The professor finished with Chinese dynastic successions through the emperor’s sister instead of his wife. After all, you can’t be sure the wife birthed the emperor’s son. The baby might not have royal blood at all. The child of the emperor’s sister was sure to have royal blood.

—– ~ —–

Andrea returned to her room to catch Elfman in her shower. “You didn’t whack off without me did you?”

“I’m not telling,” Elfman replied.

“You did.” Andrea spoke as a matter of fact.

“So, did you cast the spell or not? Will the missing students be back here for dinner?”

“We have to wait and see,” Andrea conceded.

“Well – was the spell powerful enough?” Elfman stepped out dripping wet. Andrea stood on her tiptoes to peck him on the mouth. Then she grabbed his dangly length and pulled him until he dripped on the same part of the floor where she had.

“That one could have filled the Grand Canyon with gold.” Andrea’s skin glowed and her eyes sparkled. “You did good, lover.” She pet his penis like anyone else would pet a faithful hound.

“That’s great then. That’s a load off your mind!”

“Not exactly,” Andrea corrected. “I didn’t cast the spell you suggested. That was stupid. I mean, Fate forfend, what if those students were already dead? Monkey’s Paw!”

“You said you couldn’t raise the dead,” Elfman reminded.

“If I ever could, it was last night.” She punched him playfully and then patted his short penis side to side. “You did whack off,” she accused. You’d be hard right now if you hadn’t.”

“Like, escort fatih talking about zombie students couldn’t have anything to do with it?”

Andrea chose to ignore that point he just scored. “Do you want to know or not?”

“Tell me,” Elfman agreed.

“Lay on the floor right there.” She pointed. “Turn about 45 degrees, NO the other way.” She studied the configuration of her room. “OK. Now here is the thing. Right now, it is all about YOUR pleasure. Don’t do anything. Don’t even touch me unless touching me will get you more excited.”

“What’s up? The floor is cold.” He was still wet.

“Shut up.” Andrea positioned herself and started to lower the target over his rapidly lengthening dong. She hiked his shirt up to her hips for access to her wet cleft.

As she started to slide back and forth using only the head of his penis to part her outer lips, Elfman stared to wiggle away.

“What? I told you to hold still.”

“If you are planning to lose your virginity with me, I wholeheartedly approve,” Elfman lectured. “But, one of us has to think straight in these situations. I don’t have a condom. I don’t want to make a baby.” There was silence. He added, “yet.”

Andrea laughed and reached between her legs to aim his shaft. She moved to ride him like a saddle and said, “Don’t worry. I haven’t had a period since I started casting spells.”

Elfman remembered to close his mouth. “My pleasure?” He asked for clarifiction.

“I’m not planning on having a bad time, Elfman.”

“OK.” He relaxed with his back flat on the floor again.

Andrea reran the exact movements she remembered from her dream. Her knees on either side of her lover bent a fraction more, and the swollen head of his cock pressed against the threshold of her pelvic floor. She rocked back and forth not allowing more penetration yet.

“What spell did you cast?”

“Right now Elfman? You want to know NOW?”

“I can’t relax and concentrate on the way your pussy is milking me until I know.”

“My spell empowered them to select their own destinies. If they want to come back, they will be able to do it. If they want something else, more power to them.”

“What if they are dead?”

“Shut up, Elfman.” She resumed rocking for a few seconds and stopped again. “I don’t think any of them are dead or even really hurt. I went out of my mind last night. Time slowed. I saw their choices branching out for the next fifty years. Their future lives flew by at lightning speed. I saw their grand children. You said I could pick futures. I think I really flexed that muscle last night. I’m not only Fate’s daughter, I’m her heir.”

“That’s great!” Elfman tried to sit up.

“No.” Andrea resumed her rocking trying to find just the right remembered sensations. She recalled watching shirtless men rock a car to get its wheel out of a ditch. The image amused her. Men rock things out of ditches. Women rock things in. Lost in her thoughts and savoring the feel of him, she mused, “Elfman, I have a spell in mind. Since you love me, will you let me drive? I let you drive.”

“What do you mean?” Elfman sounded like he struggled to form the words.

“You know. I wore your little torture device. Will you let me do something similar to you – with my magic?”

“Oh no! You promised not to change me! You said my penis was big enough.”

“Get over it, Elfman.” She sighed as her muscles forced the head of his penis out of her entrance. Then she rocked it back into position. “I was just thinking, you know, that I might make you feel exactly what I felt last night. I mean, it could happen. It’s plausible. Right? There is some non-zero chance that you coincidentally experience the exact same feelings I did.”

“I don’t know if I could survive that.”

“Let’s find out. I’ll control the wand this time.” She let her own weight force Elfman’s shaft into her. She felt the walls of her canal opening around him tapping the well of her natural lubrication. She slowly ground herself against him opening a sluice for juices. She gasped when the head of his cock bumped a magical spot. Her clitoris ached in a most delicious way. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy using YOUR wand from now on! I’ve only begun to explore my power.”

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Immersion Playground

Book

: Arena

Chapter 9

Coy sits in the shade with the rest of the landscaping crew, watching the small tractor strain at the roto-tiller, mixing the sand and peat into the hard California clay. He’s pitched in with the spreading of the materials, unable to resist the temptation to get his hands dirty again. While machinery does the heavy lifting, there’s still plenty of manual labor to go around, and he’s enjoyed the chance to stretch his muscles on something worthwhile. While the tractor growls and shakes, preparing the arena floor, he and the rest of the crew, two men and a woman, cool in a narrow, shady spot, cast by the arena wall.

“Thanks again for helping us out, Coy,” Lola says. “It’s not often the paying customer jumps in and does as much work as the rest of us.”

Coy looks at Lola and gives her his best smile. The woman has been paying an inordinate amount of attention to him, especially since he removed his shirt. “It’s been my pleasure. I’m a farm boy from way back and it feels good to work the earth again.”

Lola, smiles at Coy, the sexiest man she’s ever seen. She thought she was going to have an orgasm just watching him work in the sun, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. What she wouldn’t give to have him fuck her right here in the softly-whipped dirt. Pulling her mind back to the present she pushes away the lascivious thoughts… again.

“That explains why you know which end of the shovel to hold,” she says, teasing him.

Coy smiles at her again, idly wondering what she’d be like in the sack. She isn’t especially large, but she’s strong, and has plenty of stamina, doing work every bit equal to the men. It’s been nearly a month since he had a woman, and while that’s by choice, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to have sex. Pretty in a plain, outdoorsy way, with light brown hair bleached lighter by the sun, she certainly seems willing, and he can see himself and lovely Lola in a hot and sweaty tumble.

“I’ve had training in all kinds of machinery,” J. Edgar Bullfrog says, causing one of the men, a man in his late twenties or early thirties, to snap his head around to look at Coy while Lola giggles.

“You sound just like that frog, what was his name? In the Disney movie,” Lola asks. “I have a nephew that loves that movie.”

“J. Edgar Bullfrog,” the man says, answering Lola’s question. “I think so too.”

“Can you keep a secret?” J. Edgar asks, Coy enjoying the game. All three of the landscaping crew nod that they can. “It’s because I’m J. Edgar Bullfrog,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“No shit?” Lola asks, leaning back. “Are you really?”

“I really am,” Coy says in his normal voice.

“I’ve been wondering what the hell this place is,” the second man says. “It makes since now. You starring in another vid?”

“An immersion actually, but yes,” Coy says.

“What’s it about?” Lola asks. “This place reminds me of a Roman coliseum or something.”

Now Coy wishes he’d kept his mouth shut. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

“If you’ll tell me, I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Lola says. “I’ll try it out and then brag to my girlfriends that I spent an entire day working alongside you, and you with your shirt off. They will be so jealous.”

“I don’t know about that,” he says, downplaying his stardom as he always does while also ducking the question. “Check out Jungle Snow. Awful vid, but it was my first one… well… the first one where I didn’t die the minute I appear on the screen, anyway. And I don’t look like a frog in that one.”

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Lola says.

“Lola, would you like to have a roll with me?” he asks with a wink and a smile, holding his hand out to her.

Lola freezes, eyes wide. “What?”

“I asked if you would like to have a roll with me. That roller will be a lot easier to pull with two of us on the handle,” he says innocently.

Lola begins to blush a deep red. “Oh! Of course!” she exclaims, then begins to laugh. “You asshole. You’re nothing but a big flirt,” she says, taking his hand and standing up. “Don’t wait up boys… Coy and I are going to go have a roll in the dirt.”

“Be careful Coy,” the older man says chuckling. “Word is she bites.”

Coy gives Lola a long obvious look up and down. “She looks harmless to me.”

“Don’t listen to these guys, Coy. I’m as sweet and pure as a new born babe,” she says before giving her co-workers a vicious middle finger and evil smile, making all the men laugh.

***

Coy and Lola have been hauling on the roller for about thirty minutes, pulling the heavy, water-filled drum along behind them, compacting the soil from the frothy fluff left by the tractor to a much firmer but still slightly springy surface. Lola’s breathing hard but she’s matching Coy step for step.

“So, Coy,” she pants, “would you like to stop by my place after work? You surely brought a change of clothes. You can clean up at my place, I’ll fix us some dinner, and then we escort beşiktaş can watch your vid. I’d be interested in hearing about the making of it.”

Coy smiles. Like all men, he likes the attention of pretty women, and in another situation he’d be all over her offer, but not only is he in abstinence until the capture, he’s also hoping that something happens between himself and Sierra.

“Tempting offer,” he says, also a bit out of breath. “A very tempting offer. Unfortunately I have to get back to LA tonight.”

She tries to hide her disappointment. It was probably too much to hope for anyway. “I understand. The woman you arrived with. Your girlfriend? Wife?”

“Neither,” he answers. “Co-star. I really am just busy getting ready for the immersion, but who knows, maybe another time. I know how to find you.”

She feels a surge of hope. “Don’t string me along, Coy,” she says between heavy breaths.

“I’m not. I’m flattered that you invited me to dinner, and in another situation I’d take you up on your offer, but I am pretty well booked solid until after the immersion.” He smiles at her. “Does this look like something I’m doing for fun?”

She gaps out a laugh. “What? You’re not having fun? Fuck, I gotta stop,” she says pulling up. “Let those lazy bastards pull a while,” she says, stretching, trying to get her wind back. “Donnie, Chaz, get your lazy asses over here and pull a while!” she shouts.

***

For the next three hours either Coy and Lola, or Chaz and Donnie, pull the roller around the arena in thirty-minute shifts, crisscrossing the arena to ensure good compaction. Coy and Lola are on the roller, making the last few passes to finish the arena.

Sierra steps through the portal into the arena proper and sees Coy, shirtless, covered in dirt and dripping sweat, pulling on a large roller with an equally dirty and sweaty woman, the woman’s shirt clinging to her like a second skin.

Coy sees Sierra step into the arena and look around. “Hey, Sierra,” he gasps. “We’re almost done here if Lola doesn’t give me a heart attack.”

The woman barks out a short laugh but seems too out of breath to speak. Sierra watches as Coy and Lola pull the roller along, leg muscles straining. Coy’s looking fuckable as hell, and she feels a now familiar moistness form between her legs. She also feels a flash of heat, jealously that Lola seems to be enjoying herself far too much for the effort she’s obviously making. Lola looks ready to collapse any moment, but she resolutely places one foot in front of the other. As they reach the edge of the arena, they haul the roller around and start back. Another short trip to the wall and back should complete the compaction.

“Why don’t you have that tractor pull that?” she calls to their backs.

“Tracks,” is all Coy says, breathing hard.

Reaching the other end, they turn the roller again and start back for the final time, Lola’s head hanging low as she strains at the roller. Regardless of why she’s doing it, to impress Coy, simple stubbornness, or pure work ethic, Sierra admires the effort she’s making.

Reaching the end they drop the roller handle with obvious relief, Lola putting her hands on her knees as she breathes in deep bellows like pants. “Fuck me…” she says between breaths.

“You okay?” Coy asks, also trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” Lola says, standing up. “Just out of breath. Who’s fucking idea was this anyway?”

“Mine,” Coy says with a chuckle.

“Then you’re an asshole,” Lola says with a short laugh before bending over again. After another few deep breaths she stands up again and gives Coy a hug, then steps back. “Whew… Your ride’s here. Thanks for the help today. With your help we’re going to finish today and not have to work tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But you’re still an asshole for making us do this,” Lola adds with a laugh. She then turns to Sierra. “I hope you brought a towel. I offered to let him clean up at my place but he said he’s busy. Lucky you… Two hours back to LA with him smelling like a goat.”

“A goat!” Coy cries in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know this is the smell of honest labor!” He looks Lola up and down again. “A smell you are quite familiar with, it seems to me.”

“Maybe so,” Lola agrees, “but that doesn’t mean you don’t still smell like a goat.”

“You’re a mess,” Sierra agrees. “Good thing it’s an open Jeep.” Actually, seeing him hot, sweaty, and dirty is turning her on. Only one more week. She only has to hold out one more week.

“Yeah, I know. Hang on a minute and I’ll change into some fresh clothes.”

“No need,” Sierra says, stopping him. “You aren’t even close to the dirtiest thing I’ve put in that Jeep. You should see me when I come in from a week-long hike.”

“Okay then,” Coy says. “Lola, nice to meet you. It’s been fun. I’d forgotten how good it feels to put in an honest day’s work. I’ll say bye to Chaz, Donnie, and Hector on the way out.”

“Thanks istanbul escorts again, Coy, for helping out. You were a huge help today. Hector told us if we got the arena finished we wouldn’t have to work tomorrow. So thanks for giving me back my Saturday.” Lola looks at Sierra, then holds out her hand to Coy. “I hope to see you again sometime.”

Coy takes her hand, giving it a good, firm shake. “Same here. Enjoy your weekend,” he says, then picks up his shirt from the ground. “You ready?” he asks Sierra.

“Yep. Let’s hit the road,” Sierra says, walking out with Coy. She’d thought they’d stop for dinner somewhere along the way, but not with him looking like, and smelling like he does. She’s never smelled a goat, but if they smell like Coy, they stink.

Outside the arena Coy tells Chaz and Donnie goodbye while they rake away the equipment tracks around the arena, then has Sierra stop the Jeep on the road out so he can tell Hector goodbye as he grades and smooths the road.

“Damn… my ass is dragging,” he moans as they bounced down the dirt road. It’s noticeably smoother than it was that morning.

“Did Lola wear you out?” Sierra asks, her tone sharper than she means for it to be.

“What? Sierra Pederson, are you jealous?” he asks with a chuckle.

“No… you could have gone and had a shower at her place if you wanted. I’m sure she’d have been thrilled to help wash the dirt off of you.”

“You are jealous!” he crows.

Sierra ignores him, stewing, refusing to answer his implied question.

“Look, I’m here with you, aren’t I?” he finally asks.

“Just because you needed a ride back to LA.”

“I’m perfectly capable of renting a car to get from Bakersfield to LA,” he says mildly. “Or maybe Lola would have taken me. I’m going home with you because I want to.”

She ignores him until they get on the interstate. “She seems a little familiar to me,” she shouts over the wind noise.

He hates trying to talk over the noise of Sierra’s Jeep. He wanted to come in his truck, or rent a car, but Sierra insisted on her Jeep. “So, she was hitting on me. What of it? I’m sure you have men hit on you all the time. It doesn’t mean anything, does it?”

She thinks about it, and finally admits he is right. “Yeah, I guess,” she shouts. “But I’ve made no claim on you.”

“Unfortunately,” he shouts back. “But I’m working on that.”

She smiles as she watches the road in front of her. That much is true. She and Coy have been out on several dates and she’s enjoyed them, though the sexual tension between them is maddening sometimes. Once they get that behind them, a week from tomorrow if all goes well, then she’ll be able to better tell how she feels about him. She finally smiles at him.

“Yes you have. You’ve been the perfect gentleman.”

“So is it working?” he asks with a smile.

“A little.”

***

Two hours later Sierra delivers a windblown and dirty Coy to his small house. “Come in and have dinner with me,” he says, sliding out of the Jeep.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, probably not, but do it anyway.”

“Aren’t you concerned that something may happen?”

“No. If it does, it does, but I don’t think it will. I think you want to wait until next week as much as I do.” He and Sierra have begun to kiss regularly on their dates, sometimes quite passionately, but this is the first time they’ll be in a position where their passions could be acted upon. “Consider it a test of our resolve.”

She stares at him standing beside the Jeep. “You have to bathe first.”

He laughs. “Count on it.”

Twenty minutes later Coy emerges from his bedroom, freshly scrubbed and dressed. Sierra has thrown a zapper meal into the machine and started it cooking. As much as she’d have liked to have him prepare her a meal, it’s getting late to start preparing a dinner, so she’d rummaged in his pantry until she found something.

“I thought I was cooking for you?” he asks, stepping up to her and holding her in a loose hug.

“I’m hungry. This is quick, easy, and you don’t have to mess with cooking tonight. I assume you like Fettuccine Alfredo with roasted chicken since it’s in your pantry.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Did you open a bottle of wine?”

“No. I don’t know anything about wine, and it seems kind of weird to have wine with a zapper meal.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I don’t know anything about wine either other than white with chicken and fish, red with beef.”

“So what do you drink with meals?”

“Don’t forget, Sierra, I’m from Texas, where sweet tea is considered the house wine,” he says with a grin. “What do you drink?”

“Wine, beer, water, whatever. I’m not picky.”

He turns her loose, and moves to the refrigerator. “Well then… let me introduce you to the Paul Coy Bell house vintage,” he says, pouring three fingers of tea from a pitcher into a glass and handing it to her.

She takes the glass and escort kağıthane gives the contents a tentative sip. “Certainly sweet,” she says, smacking her lips, “but not syrupy sweet.” She tosses back the rest of the glass. “I’ve tasted worse.”

“Thanks… I think,” he says, smiling as he takes her glass and sits it on the counter. He looks at the timer on the zapper—six minutes to go—so he begins pulling lettuce and other salad makings from the refrigerator. “You want a salad?”

“Yes please,” she says, watching him efficiently go about the task of making two salads, tearing the lettuce and slicing tomatoes, olives and cucumbers onto the salads, adding a few croutons to his, but leaving them off of her. “Don’t I get croutons?” she asks.

“I didn’t think you liked croutons since you tend to leave them behind. But I can certainly give you some,” he says, reopening the bag.

“No, no. That’s fine. I’m just surprised you were paying that much attention and remembered.”

He smiles. “All part of wooing the lady… paying attention.”

“Oh really? So tell me something else about me.”

“You prefer chicken over beef, which you like better than fish. You prefer your cucumbers without their skin and thin-sliced.” He points to the cucumbers in her bowl, skinless and sliced appropriately. “You like white cheese more than yellow, red sauces to white, and your steak cooked medium rare. Oh, and your favorite sandwich is ham and cheese. Let’s see… you like to garden, or at least like plants, but you have no place for a garden where you live. You prefer showers to baths, and you care about your appearance, but you’re not vain. How’s that so far?”

She stares at him, impressed. “How did you know all that?”

“It’s elementary, my dear Watson,” he says in a passable British accent. “The food is easy, I just watch what you order and what you leave or seem to eat with reluctance. The garden or plants I guessed by seeing how you admire well-manicured natural areas and flowers. You never say, ‘I need a bath,’ you always say, ‘I need a shower.’ You always dress nicely, but you drive an open Jeep which musses your hair. When you arrive, you always run your fingers through your hair to neaten it up, but don’t bother brushing it unless it is something important. It’s why you wear your hair short.” He pauses and smiles. “Like I said, I pay attention.”

While she stares at him in amazement, the zapper beeps, announcing that the meal is ready. He busies himself getting plates, utensils and the food to the table, so she pours two glasses of tea, still thinking about all he has said. He’s figured out more about her in three weeks than Will had in eight months, and she’s flattered by his attentiveness. Yes, his actions are definitely working. As they eat she notices that he picks at his food rather than eating with his normal gusto.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?” she asks, pointing to his plate with her fork.

“It’s fine. I just don’t have much of an appetite tonight. I’m not used to working that hard. I’m getting soft.”

“Hardly. That Lola chick is going to be so sore tomorrow she can’t walk.”

“I doubt it. They work like that every day. I don’t… and they wore my ass out.”

“Too tired to make love to me?” she asks, smiling around a fork of pasta.

He freezes, his fork spearing a bit of chicken on his plate. “Never too tired for that,” he says, looking at her before looking at his food. “Is that an offer?” he asks without looking up.

When she doesn’t answer he glances up, holding her gaze. “No, not for tonight,” she says, wondering why she even asked the question. They stare at each for several long moments, saying nothing, until she decides it’s time to come clean. “Look, Coy, I’m conflicted over this whole situation. I don’t know what I want. I have a boyfriend, sort of, but I’m becoming tired of that relationship. It’s complicated, but he’s never here, and that’s the main problem.” She pauses, taking a deep breath, then plunges ahead. “You are here, I like you, and the more I get to know you, the more I like you. And God knows I want you. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it sometimes. But I don’t know if the attraction I feel for you is because I have this itch I want you to scratch, or if it is because of… something else.” When he doesn’t say anything, she prompts him. “Well?”

“Well what, Sierra? Except for the part about having a main squeeze, you described me, though I think my feelings for you are a bit more clear. I know I want to get to know you better, to find out if you are the one.”

She props her elbow on the table and puts her chin in her hand, staring at him. “You’re right. I was a little jealous at the arena today, and it surprised me. I don’t even know why I was jealous, but I was. I didn’t like the attention Lola was paying you.”

He smiles, not his heart-stopping smile, but something sweeter. “Don’t worry. The only woman, the only woman, I want to sleep with right now is sitting right here in front of me.”

She continues to stare at him, her meal forgotten for the moment. “Maybe we should just fuck and be done with it.”

“Maybe we should. On the other hand, I’ve gotten myself so pumped up about next Saturday that I…” he says before trailing off.

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When the game was finally over, Zack and I left the group and took the autocab back to his place for the night. We spend the night at each other’s places most days but still haven’t taken the plunge and moved in together. It was past midnight by the time we got in the door. I practically had to run to the bathroom after all the wine I had consumed, which wasn’t easy since I was also pretty drunk. In my drunken condition, I forgot about my new appendage and literally jumped when I saw it between my legs as I sat on the toilet. Of course the surprise quickly went away and I reached down and touched my flaccid cock. The sensations were still new and I was still getting used to them. With just a light touch, I watched it move slightly, extending a fraction before shrinking back when I removed my fingers.

I enjoyed watching it move and touching it a few more times before finishing my bathroom needs and getting up to see what Zack was up to. I found him naked, flat on his back asleep. He must have just crashed because he hadn’t pulled up the covers or even turned off the light. His large cock didn’t shrink to nothing like mine does; his fell to the right and hung flaccid, touching his leg and extending almost six inches soft. I admired his body lying there as I removed my clothing. My new cock was semi hard by the time I was naked, arching out from my perfected body and bouncing slightly in the air. I walked to the side of the bed where Zack lay and started touching my cock as I watched him sleep. It grew rapidly and was soon ten inches and throbbing.

I stood there, playing with it but not really stroking when I noticed Zack must have been dreaming by then. His cock began to roll over and started to grow erect as his breathing became deeper. This was a big turn on for me. His cock continued to grow and move on its own until it was fully erect arching over his six-pack abs. My cock was oozing by then. Pre-cum was beading up around my slit and the longer I stood there the bigger the ball of clear liquid got until it started running down the underside of my cock. Damn, I was horny again, I wanted to grab Zack’s cock and sit down on it as I stroked my own as I rode him. I was sure I was wet enough; I could feel cold air hitting my moist lips hidden under my long cock. I wondered if Zack would mind if I woke him up and the longer I played and watched his cock, I got it in my head that he wouldn’t more and more.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. As cautiously as I could, I crawled on the bed and slowly over his body. He must have been really tired and out of it because he didn’t even stir. I was directly over his cock, looking down at it and my own, trying not to put my weight on him a much as I could manage. I reached down, touching his cock to see if that would wake him but he still didn’t stir with my finger running up and down his shaft. It did get harder though, lifting off his stomach further as the sensation affected him even in sleep. It got bolder then, grabbing his shaft and lifting it toward me, bending his eleven inches upward very slowly. Still he didn’t wake. I pulled it more until he was almost vertical running parallel with my own cock.

If I was going to take him inside I had to get to my feet and lift myself up further to insert his long shaft. Getting to my feet moved the bed more than I wanted and I feared he wake up before I was able to slide him in. I hadn’t let go of his cock, now that I had it vertical I didn’t want to. Once on my feet, my heart was racing. For some reason I was way excited to do this why he was asleep. Holding him under my wet sex, I eased downward until I felt his large head come in contact with my pussy. I froze, watching his face for any sign he was waking up. Nothing, so I proceeded and took his head inside my body and further and further until half of his cock was in me.

I was really wet, he slid in exceptionally easy even with all my new glands I now had. It felt amazing, making my new cock spasm and surge with blood. I held him inside me, squatting over him and began to stroke my cock to the lovely sensations coursing through my enhanced body. I stroked for about a minute before beginning to move a tiny bit up and down on his cock. Not enough to wake him up but enough to mix the pleasure of vaginal sex with stroking my new dick. The combination was exquisite, making my heart race even faster and pleasure flood my body. My nipples grew rock hard and copious amounts of pre-cum ran from my purple head to find my hand as I stroked.

I started to get into it more and forgetting Zack was asleep. Moans escaped my lips and I started moving up and down on his cock faster and longer, taking more and more of him inside and moving over six inches at a time. Good hell the pleasure was intense, I was so turned on and the excitement of the experience only made it more enjoyable. I could feel my feminine orgasm coming on in a big way and I was pretty sure when it hit, my legs would give out.

I was so into bayan escort beşiktaş my own pleasure and enjoying all the sensations that I didn’t notice Zack’s eyes were open and he was smiling up at me. It took me by surprise and I almost jumped off him in embarrassment but he grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto his cock, forcing all eleven inches into me as my butt finally hit his body.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Umm… yes… sorry, I hope you’re not mad,” I said.

“I’m not mad; I’ve been awake the whole time. I woke up when you were taking your clothes off and kept peeking at you when you weren’t looking. I got hard because of watching you stroke your cock,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, shit… you totally played me,” I said.

“And it was worth it. So keep going, ride me, babe and stroke that cock of yours,” he said, pushing my hips up off of him.

I started again, now not afraid to wake him up. I pounded down on his cock, rising high and falling fast as I stroked my cock and fucked my boyfriend. He reached up and played with my breasts, which only brought my orgasm to a head all the faster. Tweaking my nipples, I lost it when my climax hit making my lose my balance and fall onto him, panting. I had to let go of my cock and just shook and convulsed as my pussy flooded with juices and quivered on his long cock. My cock was pinned between us as I panted and trembled through my climax. He moved his cock slightly inside of me as my pussy pulsed and shuddered around it.

Several minutes later, I finally lifted myself off of him to find him smiling again.

“I thought for sure you cock was going to explode in my face,” he said.

“Nope, the other orgasm won this time,” I replied.

“I’d say. You came hard… my balls are drenched in your cum.”

“Yeah, it was a good one for sure. Make use of that juice and fuck me where you want to,” I said, making his eyes widen.

I climbed off of him and turned my ass to his face, running my fingers up over my pussy and circled my little asshole for him. He got to his knees quickly, his cock covered in my juices like he said it was. My dick was still rock hard as I went on all fours with my legs spread and back arched. He rubbed his large head up and down my tight hole before holding it tight against my butt and pressing in. This wasn’t the first time he’s stuck his eleven inch cock in my ass, we’ve done it before, but only when I’m really horny and this was one of those times.

With the head in, Zack paused, letting me get used to the intrusion. Normally I play with my clit when he fucks my ass, but now I have a larger easier appendage to play with. Reaching under my body, I took my cock in my right hand and stroked it hard and fast as Zack pressed inch after inch into my tight ass.

“Gawd! It feels so good!” I screamed as I stroked and savored the pleasure of his big dick filling my ass.

It was wonderful when I stroked, adding to the experience more than I thought possible. He held himself all the way in deep, before slowly retreating out as I stroked with a constant rhythm. He thrust in again, faster this time as I was plenty prepared for him and he knew it. Deep, all the way his cock went until I felt his balls press against my open pussy. He pulled out rapidly and began to fuck me at the same speed I was stroking my cock.

Anal had never felt so good. My body was humming with unbelievable pleasure as Zack went at my ass relentlessly. Over and over he fucked me deep, shallow, hard, fast. He must have known I could take anything this time because he did everything and anything he wanted, even pulling out all the way and popping back in before I closed off. His hands reached under me a few times to squeeze my breasts and pitch my nipples. I could tell he liked playing with my new breasts. But it was his cock in my ass that was too good to be true. I don’t know if it was the new cock and all that came with it or my female upgrade, but something was making anal sex incredible.

“Yes!… Yes!… Zack, fuck me… fuck my little ass hard!” I screamed, totally taken by the pleasure I was experiencing.

My new cock was awesome, making me again wonder why I hadn’t done the procedure sooner. It felt amazing in my hand as I stroked it hard and fast to his barrage of thrusts. His balls continued to slap my pussy over and over until the noise got quiet and I realized his sack had tightened up in preparation for his orgasm. He had been going at my ass for over twenty minutes. Way longer than I’d ever let him before. I was close as well. I could feel my cock surging with blood and my pleasure approaching the pinnacle of male desire.

“Cum with me!” I screamed as I knew he had to be close.

“I’m almost there!” he called out. “Just a few more seconds!”

He was right on the nose and I took myself to the same limit. As soon as he pulled out, I quickly turned around and knelt in front of him. Together eskort istanbul we stroked our cocks and came on each other. Several times our streams of cum hit the other and made a white fountain of jizz as we both moaned and stroked our loads onto one another. It was amazing and both of us unloaded large amounts of cum until we were both striped with white and empty. Several of our bursts curled in the air and landed on our chests, clinging to my breasts and his chest. I loved the fact that I knew exactly how he was feeling as the cum flew from our cocks.

We fell onto our backs next to each other, panting with hearts racing and covered in each other’s juices as our male orgasms finally ended.

“Fuck! Jill… that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had!” he said.

“Same here… it just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes… I’ve never fucked your ass like that before.”

“Nope, and it was so good, I can’t believe how good it was.”

“‘Cause of your new dick?” he asked.

“Must be, or maybe the female package came with it. I don’t know but wow it’s awesome.”

“That duel orgasm was crazy… I didn’t know getting cummed on would be such a turn on,” he said.

“Welcome to my world… I’ve always liked when you cum on me. But cumming with you was even better,” I said.

He smiled and I snuggled up to him, too tired to really clean up. Together, exhaustion took over and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

**

When I woke up, Zack was gone. He had work to do and didn’t even wake me. My body was crusty from the night before so I immediately got up and showered. I washed all the dried semen from myself and Zack off my breasts and cock. I did notice my little asshole was a little sore from the pounding Zack gave me but it was so worth it. Thinking about it got me curious to know why it was so good. I wondered if I had missed something in the description of the augmentation I got at the center. I had ordered the number two full body package for women, basically because of the pictures. I didn’t really read up on what it all entailed. I finished my shower quickly and got out with my hair wrapped in a towel.

Sitting naked at Zack’s media interface, I found the augmentation site and started reading about the number two full body package. It was in the fourth paragraph.

“Increased anal sensitivity, triggered by sexual arousal.”

It even went on and discussed anal sex benefits with the package. Looks like I ordered something I didn’t know I was getting. I kind of laughed and figured it was a beneficial oversight on my part. I guess it had nothing to do with my new cock, but wow, the combination of the anal and stroking was amazing. I wondered what double penetration would feel like. It would probably be unbelievable with all that I had going on down there now.

Reading up on this and thinking about it, turned me on. I wasn’t surprised when I looked down and my little penis wasn’t so little anymore. It was sticking out from my body, bouncing its way to erect as I sat in Zack’s chair. I wished he was home. Even with my ass a little sore I wanted to do it again and maybe add a toy along with his cock in my ass. That thought topped my ten inch cock out. It was fully erect, straining between my legs, begging to be touched. I leaned back in the chair and it responded to my body, extending out until I was lying down. The towel fell off my head as I arched my back and grabbed the base of my throbbing cock. My fingers brushed my clitoris hood and lips and I closed my eyes, sighing in pleasure from the combination.

Phoning Zack in my head, he answered.

“How quick can you get home?” I asked, opening my eyes and giving him a view down my body as I lay on his chair.

The image was relayed into his phone implant. He could clearly see my nipples hard and my hand around my erect cock, lying in his chair completely naked.

“Fuck,” was his response and then, “I’ll take an early lunch, give me ten minutes,” he said, disconnecting.

I giggled and stroked my cock one time for the thrill of it. With one hand around my cock, I used my other to touch my moist lips and clit, moving lower to test the soreness of my ass. When I touched my tight hole it felt incredible, no soreness at all. I think my arousal had kicked in the anal sensitivity like the site said. I only felt pleasure with no hint of any lasting effects from the night before. Stroking my cock very slowly, I circled my puckered hole with a wet finger from my vagina, before slipping in just the tip. The sensitivity was incredible! Pleasure washed over my body, persuading me to insert more of my finger.

The deeper I went the more the pleasure increased. My hard cock was oozing a stream of clear pre-cum down the topside of my dick, which had reached my hand at the base. Removing my hand, I tasted the slippery liquid, pleasantly surprised to find it enhanced as well. From the base up, I wiped off all my escort fındıkzade pre-cum and seared it around my anus, easily adding another finger with the new lube. My cock quickly produced more as I gently stroked with one hand and fucked my ass with two fingers. I couldn’t go as deep as I wanted and yearned for Zack to finally get home so I could enjoy his eleven inches again.

With each downward stroke of my cock, I made sure my fingers brushed my erect clit. I was stimulating as much as I could to not let one climax overpower the other. I was essentially keeping myself highly stimulated in all departments, waiting for Zack. The ten minutes went by fast because of the fun I was having. I was humming with pleasure so much I didn’t even hear him come in the apartment until he was suddenly there, staring down at me with a big smile on his face.

“Starting without me, I see,” he said.

“Kinda,” I giggled… “I’m just keeping myself ready for you.”

“Is that what it’s called now?” he laughed as he began taking his clothes off quickly.

He was soon naked and his cock was hard and ready from the anticipation. He was about to join me on the reclined chair when I stopped him.

“Go get the toys,” I quickly said.

He half grinned and darted off to the bedroom where we keep our bag of adult toys we play with. He returned rapidly, cock swinging back and forth as he walked quickly. He brought the entire bag with him and set it down on the desk. That’s when he saw the display with the augmentation site still on the holoscreen.

“Doing some research?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t my new cock that made the anal so good last night. It came with the female package I got. My ass is now highly sensitive when I’m aroused.”

“Good to know,” he said, taking a large dildo out of the bag and sitting down on the end of the chair. He reached out to touch my erect penis with the long toy in his other hand.

He grabbed my cock hard, making me jump from the suddenness of his actions and then moan as he forced the toy into my dripping pussy with the other hand. He proceeded to stroke my cock and fuck my pussy hard and deep. Neither was gentle, but I’m sure he could tell I was past the foreplay stage. Leaving the toy shoved up my sex, he dropped his head and began to feast on my clit while he continued to stroke my cock. I’ve got to say that having my cock stroked and my clit sucked and licked at the same time was unreal. When he added a finger to my ass, several minutes later, I came instantly. It was a female orgasm again and one to remember to say the least.

I screamed so loud it echoed around the room before I cut it off short. My body went nuts, shaking and convulsing so hard I lost control of myself and involuntary movements took over. He somehow managed to pin me down enough to keep his finger in my ass and his mouth on my clit as I came so hard I thought my body might explode with overwhelming pleasure. I don’t know how he managed to do it all but he kept stroking, kept the toy up my pussy and continued to nibble on my clit all the while his finger was in my ass. Pleasure beyond description flooded my body and I swear I came and came for several minutes without much control of anything.

The contractions were so severe that with the toy stuffed in my pussy, the clenching squeezed my new glands like milking a prostate. By the time I was done climaxing, several globs of thick white cum had been forced out of my new cock without experiencing my male orgasm. When I opened my eyes Zack was staring at my cock he still had in his hand.

“Damn, that was amazing watching your own contractions milk your cock! I’ve never seen anything like it before. Look how much was forced out!” he said, holding up his hand after wiping my cock off.

I couldn’t speak yet; I was still catching my breath and struggling for air. I just nodded and fell back on the chair panting.

“I knew your cock wasn’t cumming because it wasn’t spurting out. Every now and then a glob of white would appear, one after the other. Way cool.”

“It felt ‘way cool’,” I managed to say.

He removed his finger from my butt and pulled out the long toy, letting me just lay there for a minute or two to catch my breath. He gently stroked his cock as he waited and mine stayed erect without any further manipulation.

“I’m glad you could take an early lunch. Do you have to go back?” I asked.

“Unfortunately yes. I have a holocall set up at two,” he replied.

“Well then, let’s not waste any more time,” I said, lifting my legs and bending them at the knees.

He stood up with his cock in his hand, looking absolutely gorgeous. His cock was glistening from his own pre-cum and still very hard. Squatting down, Zack fed the head into my very wet sex at the same time as he grabbed my dick and pulled it vertical. All eleven inches disappeared inside me rapidly and at the same rate as he stroked downward on my cock. I arched my back in pleasure, basking in the combination of both organs stimulated at the same time. He began stroking and fucking me nice and steady, making the chair move slightly with each lunge. The toy was still on the chair next to me and the movement made it roll and hit my butt cheek, reminding me it was there.

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By the time the movers had come, the apartment was largely empty. Several boxes of stuff — nothing with sufficient relation to each other to be categorized with more specificity — had been thrown in the garbage or left for donation. As per tradition, the large furniture that wasn’t making the trip was brought downstairs and into the lobby with a sign for the afternoon, and by that evening it was gone. When the movers passed to remove their load of boxes, the apartment was well and truly void.

They’d gotten an inexpensive air mattress to sleep on until they were due to leave, but with nothing else in the place, there was nothing to do until it was time to catch flights. Kayli had already said her goodbyes and thank-yous, and while they’d exchanged contact information, she was back to her people. Jev nearly suggested visiting family, before remembering that they were still out of town and also on bad terms. It was relatively late in the day, but with nothing better to do, they decided to play tourist and visit some of the more easily accessed attractions.

They made their way down to the lake first, as this gave access to the historical Singing Docks. These dated back to hundreds of years pre-Arrival and had been the reason why Baliport grew into the city it was now. All that remained of the historical docks were a handful of boardwalks projecting into the lake, but where once there would have been large ships loading and unloading cargo, now there were lines of vendor stalls selling treats, novelty souvenirs, and overpriced tat. Despite their age, the docks were sturdy but were famous for the fact that in winter, a combination of materials freezing and contracting in the cold caused the structure to whistle when the wind blew just right. However, it was still far too early in the season and too temperate to be able to experience this.

Being in the off-season, too cool to go swimming but too early for the signature experience of the Docks, it wasn’t a particularly exciting visit, but it did at least allow them to get a photo with the Balisport lighthouse in the distance, an iconic local monument that was, unfortunately, a bit difficult to reach without a car, and always extremely busy. However, from the Docks, it was also only a short walk to another famous monument of the city, the Garnacan Victory Monument.

This was a large plaza, lined by trees on all sides. A gate-like structure enclosed the monument itself, with heroic statues representing figures from Garnacan history standing in alcoves lining the walls all facing a massive marble column at the centre capped with an eternal flame. The monument celebrated Garnaca successfully defending itself after being attacked by a numerically superior Jeundite force in the 14-Years’ war. On the south end of the plaza, a rather more solemn and modern addition stood, where the names of the soldiers lost in the Arrival War were inscribed in stone panels in memoriam.

One statue here, in particular, had recently gained internet notoriety, that of Col. Jothan Harwick, whose positioning was meant to evoke a grim regard over the battlefields, but it had become a meme to place objects in front of him, and have the statue staring down at them with the same vaguely disapproving glare. This, naturally, meant that Jev had to take a photo of Cyd and Sam “flashing” the statue. They were hardly the only ones, as only a few minutes after they’d taken the picture, another young man had his friend photograph him mooning the statue as well.

They stopped for dinner at Colico’s, a steakhouse that Jev liked, but could rarely justify eating at. He was particularly fond of the garlic log appetizers — small garlic bread rolls served with thick garlic butter. Cyd considered trying their “challenge” meal, a one-and-a-half kilo steak which if you could eat it all and its sides of mashed potatoes and vegetables, you would get it free. However, given that they still wanted to go out in the city after dinner, Jev managed to convince her to settle for “only” the kilo steak instead. Sam opted for a grilled catfish steak, and Jev went with a Steak au Poivre.

They celebrated their final supper in Garnaca together, even splurging on an expensive bottle of wine with supper. They joked about their misadventures of the past few days while they ate and enjoyed their meal, but couldn’t stay too long after finishing thanks to Cyd’s impending change. They rushed back to the apartment where she took the opportunity to change both forms and clothing. With very little else to do, Sam and Jev went to wait on the empty balcony. As they looked out over the city, Sam turned to him.

“So, do you think you’ll miss it?”

He rested heavily against the metal railing and looked down at the street below.

“Yes and no, I guess. There’s definitely parts of it I’ll miss. Not being able to hit up the Dockside or Colico’s, for instance. And it doesn’t really seem like you can just pick up and do something in Valsa the way you can here. But I’m escort bayan beşiktaş ready for something new, too. And Emmarine is definitely that.”

Despite his assertion, there must have been a note of sadness in his voice that prompted Sam to sidle up to him and wrap her arm around his shoulders. Neither of them heard Cyd slide the door open.

“C’mon! Time’s a-wastin’! We’ve got a city to explore!”

She wore the same wine-red dress as the other day, though she seemed to have foregone the shoes. In response, Sam created a white dress in a similar style for herself to wear, though hers had accompanying shoes. Jev looked down at himself in his black jeans and red hoodie.

“Man, now I’m underdressed. I’m gonna have to change.”

Cyd grabbed him, lifting him from the ground with a minimum of effort as she carried him into the apartment and to the front door.

“No time now. Shoulda thought of that ahead of time.”

Her grapple had the side effect of pushing his face into her furry cleavage where it rose above the collar of her dress. Jev was reasonably certain this was not a coincidence, especially when he started to protest and she pushed his face in deeper with one hand. In among the softness of her fur, he breathed in her smell, the faint citrus of her favourite body wash mixed with the floral notes of her perfume, and through it all, just a hint of a deep earthy muskiness covered in smoke. He buried his face into her chest, playfully, before she let him down outside the main door of the apartment. Sam gracefully slipped out of the apartment, closing and locking the door as she passed through the threshold.

“So, where to now?”

Jev gave some thought to the question.

“Lakeside Park? The city parks council hosts a series of free concerts there during the summer as a way of featuring local talent. They should still be going on until Harvestlight, so we could give that a shot?”

Both agreed, so Jev rushed quickly back into the apartment, grabbing a thick blanket to use for their seating and stuffing it into a bag for ease of carrying. He rejoined the two women in the hall, once again closing and locking the door.

Lakeside Park was a bit of a trip from Jev’s apartment by the metro, but the station was conveniently just inside the park’s front gate. The park sat between the lake and the office towers of the business district, limiting how much the nightly concerts would disturb people in their homes, while convenient access by transit meant that it remained accessible to most who wanted to attend.

Jev, Cyd, and Sam could all hear the pulsing of the bass right as they exited the train, even underground. Emerging onto the surface, a brilliant halo of light emerged from among the trees. The paths were well-lit, and the park was still relatively busy with people walking their dogs, jogging, and just generally taking advantage of the nicer weather before winter blew in. Sam had opted not to disguise herself beyond the dress, and so Jev and his entourage got a few curious glances as they made their way towards the amphitheatre, as well as a few jealous ones.

The Cornell Amphitheatre was an old, pre-Arrival structure, gifted to the city by some business magnate who’d decided that donating a big public works structure was better than having his fortune taxed away. It was a large clam-shell-shaped bandstand that faced a mostly natural horseshoe feature in the terrain. Within the local music community, getting a chance to play the “Cornell Clamshell” was a rite of passage, a sign you’d moved up from being just a garage band to being a “serious musician”. While it had been in fairly significant disrepair a few decades before, the refurbishment had prompted the “Rhythms on the Edge” program to justify its use and now it stood in the grassy field in front of the lake, a shining beacon of the city’s nightlife, the lighthouse flashing away in the distance.

The field in front of the Clamshell rose at a gentle angle, so they picked a spot halfway up the mid-left side of the amphitheatre and set down their blanket. The sandwich board at the entry had two bands on the docket for the night. The one playing now had a very unique, distorted sound with chaotic guitar riffs and strange rhythms where the lead singer seemed to be creating a rhythm as much as he was singing. It was unusual but catchy, and there were more blankets out on the field than Jev would have expected, suggesting they were at least relatively well known.

The population here were almost exclusively unEnchanted, at least as far as Jev could tell. A young man on the far side of the field with cat-like features lay on a blanket with a woman with no apparent Enchantments, and a slightly older pair of dwarf men cuddled on a blanket together as a young dwarf child climbed over them, restless and tired of the music.

The rest were apparently boring ol’ Garnacans like him, ranging in age from a few children playing in istanbul escort the grass to a few older couples who were probably into their sixties. Jev was getting ready to settle in and lie down, when seemingly from out of nowhere, Cyd was attacked. A tiny, cherubic figure with a broad, gap-toothed smile and wispy brown hair clamped onto her side in a full-body hug and beamed up at her.

“Puppy!”

Cyd froze, completely unsure how to deal with this new experience. Two adults rose from a nearby blanket, seeing their child unexpectedly having attached herself to a stranger. They approached to prise the young girl away, alternating between apologizing profusely to Cyd and gently correcting the young girl. Sam and Jev couldn’t help laughing at the situation. For her part, Cyd seemed charmed by the young girl, waving at her every time she caught the girl looking her way and laughing when she’d shyly turn back and press her face into her father’s sleeve at being caught.

As Cyd, Sam and Jev began to settle in to their spot, the band on stage announced their departure. With no mattress edges to worry about, Cyd rested her head on Jev’s shoulder. Then the wind changed, and Cyd began sniffing intently at the air. Sam watched her, confused.

“What is it, girl? Did Simmy fall down the well?”

Cyd glared at her before turning puppy-dog eyes to Jev.

“Popcorn?”

Once she’d mentioned it, Jev could smell it too. From where they were seated, the source was immediately obvious — a small food truck near the stage with bags of popcorn tied to the outside. Cyd doubled down on the puppy dog eyes, and supported the weight of her torso on her arms, squeezing her breasts together and combining the assault with a good look at her cleavage too.

“Popcorn?”

Sam broke out laughing, but Jev groaned and sat up.

“This little routine isn’t gonna work every time, you know.”

Cyd grinned at him as he rose to his feet, twisting her torso so the cleavage remained visible to him from his new position.

“Not every time. Just when I need it to.”

He scoffed, dubiously, looking at Sam.

“Anything for you?”

She paused thoughtfully and asked for a popcorn of her own. Jev headed to the popcorn truck, where a line was already forming as people were grabbing snacks in between acts. By the time he’d returned with a large bag of popcorn for each of them, as well as a soft drink to share, the next band had taken the stage and were introducing themselves as “Silent Trees”. They were quite a bit older than their audience, and they launched directly into a cover version of a song that was one of Jev’s dad’s favourites.

Cyd happily munched on her popcorn as the band played and while it looked like she was contentedly watching the show, Jev recognised the twitching of her ears to mean she was listening in to conversations around them. Halfway through the third song in the band’s act, she leaned in close to whisper directly into his ear.

“You’ll be happy to know that the three teenage boys behind us to the right think you’re the luckiest guy ever. Apparently you must be loaded. Or have a dick like a fire hose.”

He chuckled, giving her a playful kiss.

“I mean, they’re not wrong on one front. I am the luckiest guy in the world.”

Though she wasn’t in on the conversation, he gently stroked Sam’s thigh to include her in the statement. She rolled on her side in response, laying her head on his lap and pulling the blanket over herself to ward against the cooling fall air. Even he could hear the groans of disappointment from the boys as the blanket hid Sam’s ass beneath it. He gently stroked her hair and she burrowed in contentedly as the music continued to play. Cyd’s thick fur was more than equal to the task of keeping her warm, however, and she contentedly munched on her popcorn, stealing occasional sips of Jev’s cola to counteract the salt.

Finally, the band played their final song and the concert came to an end. As they weren’t moving fast enough for her liking, Cyd took great pleasure in pulling the blanket out from beneath Jev and Sam, sending them sprawling onto the grass as she bundled the blanket back up to tuck into its bag, laughing, as the two disentangled from each other. They filed out of the amphitheatre with the rest of the crowd, unhurriedly walking to the metro station with everyone else. As they waited underground for the train to come, a timid voice rose from behind them.

“Toki! Sina tan Emmarine anu seme?”

They turned to see the young woman who’d been at the concert with her Felinefolk boyfriend. Jev recognised the Emmerian language, but it was Sam who replied.

“Toki! Ni li pona a, taso sina awen e ma. Sina toki e ‘ma Emmarine’, anu ‘ma jan mute’ kepeken toki ma pona.”

The girl blushed, prompting Sam to smile.

“You’re learning the language of the good land, are you?”

She nodded.

“My boyfriend is from Aldrich. I’ve been helping him with learning taksim bayan escort Garnacan and in exchange he’s been teaching me Emmerian.”

She paused, looking over her shoulder.

“Mi awen lon poka sina ala? Jan ni li ike.”

This time, Sam beamed the translation into Jev’s head:

Could I wait with you? That guy is making me uncomfortable.

Cyd’s face darkened. She moved protectively in front of the younger woman. Jev nodded at her encouragingly.

“Where are you going? Maybe we can get you where you need to go.”

The girl’s destination was only one stop past where Jev got off for his apartment, so they agreed that they’d simply walk the young woman to her home. After being stared down by Cyd, the man slinked off somewhere into the crowd.

As they got onto their train, they exchanged introductions with the young woman. She introduced herself as Ani. She was a high school student, just beginning her final year. She was planning to apply to the University of Severna for post-secondary, hoping to get a chance to study abroad. Her boyfriend, Vick, was also planning to return to Emmarine, as it sounded like his parents had moved their family to Garnaca for work against his wishes.

“So how did you decide to move?”

Jev was taken aback by the question at first. It was still strange to think of himself as “having moved” even though the movers had been to his apartment that morning.

“Well, you see, first my granddad died…”

By the time Jev had finished his story, it was time to disembark. Ani whistled in surprise.

“So you haven’t even technically moved there yet. Sounds like you had an easier time getting in than most, though. For me, needing to get through immigration process is going to be one of the harder parts, if I get accepted.”

Jev wrapped an arm around Sam’s waist affectionately.

“I don’t know if it’s that easy. I am stuck with her now.”

Cyd guffawed, while Sam laughed and half-heartedly tried pushing him away.

They emerged onto the street where Ani led them onward. Cyd gazed upwards again at the absent stars.

“Well, at least now if you do get in you know people there. I’ll give you my contact info, and if you need help with anything we’ll do what we can.”

Ani stopped in surprise.

“You’d do that for me? I’m basically a stranger.”

Cyd shrugged dismissively.

“We all need a hand now and then. The world feels lighter when everyone’s lifting — it’s how things should be.”

Sam smirked.

“Yeah, but you’d best watch out. One minute you’re fresh off the boat, and the next she’s got you joining her pack, howling at the moon.”

Cyd sniffed.

“You’re just jealous ’cause you’re the only one back home that hasn’t been invited yet.”

Sam dramatically crossed her arms and raised her nose in the air haughtily.

“I don’t care to belong to any club that would have me as a member.”

The four of them laughed, their mirth drowning out the sounds of the city for a moment. It gave Jev a sudden pang of longing for the quiet of the farm, and of missing Dione. The sudden bang of a car backfiring as it accelerated past drew a squeak of surprise from Sam, which got them laughing some more. Soon, they were at the small 3-storey townhouse that Ani indicated was her home. She and Cyd shared contacts and once the younger woman was safely inside, Cyd, Sam, and Jev started back to the apartment.

Deciding it was nearly as far to walk back to the station, and then walk to the apartment as it was to go straight there, they decided to walk. Getting to the main road, the mundane nightlife of Balisport was on display. Convenience stores glowed a brilliant blue-tinged fluorescent as they walked past and cafes were closing for the night. One group of cheerful barhoppers stood at attention, saluting and slurring the Garnacan national anthem as the three walked past, a gesture that none of them could quite place as being respectful or taunting of the Emmarians.

A small orange cat with a red collar dashed out from an alleyway in front of them, took one look at Cyd, and immediately retreated into the alleyway. They later saw it watching them warily from a distance on a second-story balcony. Sam’s ultra-tuned senses brought her attention to an apartment balcony, several stories up, where a nude woman was being railed against a glass sliding door fully backlit by the room lighting, a public display that had to be someone’s voyeurism kink. Sam suggested flying up to see if they wanted more to join, but Cyd just pushed her to keep walking. A few blocks later, they were at Jev’s building, an unremarkable rectangle of concrete whose only notable feature was its relative lack of graffiti on the front facade, something that building maintenance worked very hard at maintaining.

They exited the elevator on Jev’s floor and entered the apartment for what Jev figured was likely one of the last times. It echoed strangely with no furniture to dampen the sound. As soon as the door closed, Sam abandoned her clothing, with Cyd not far behind, stopping only to go to the bedroom first to properly stow the garment. She looked unenthusiastically at the boxed air mattress in the corner of the room.

“We should probably get this put together if we’re gonna sleep tonight, huh?”

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Apocalypse Slaves, Part 9: Christina.

By: AlexClayton.

***

Author’s Notes:

Seriously, I’ve done eight of these things already. Do I really need to list trigger warnings in these things anymore? If so, go back to any one of my previous parts and read them and decide if this is a story you want to read or not.

In case anyone is wondering; I am taking story ideas and inspiration from various models and/or picture sets that I’ve found on the internet. For this one, I’ve always wanted to do a story involving this model for some time and I wanted to do one where the heroine wasn’t just a hapless damsel in distress. I wanted to go back to the strong female type as I’d done in parts one and two.

Model Inspirations Include: Christina Carter (5’7″ 34DD-27-36), David Draiman, Lily Cole, Chris Hemsworth.

Chapter numbering continues from Part 8 just for continuity sake. These stories can be read on their own if one chooses to. This story takes place concurrently with Parts 5 – 8. Now that the fair warning is out of the way, on with the story.

***

CHAPTER 86: Last Night On Earth

First and foremost; Christina was a survivor. When the societal breakdown started to occur at the discovery of the wave, she’d sold virtually all of belongings; land, home… everything. Then she started backpacking and RVing it all across North America from Alaska to Florida, determined to enjoy the world and all of its beauty before it was destroyed. When she first got the hint that the wave was approaching that’d kill the earth in a vicious one-two punch, she started migrating to one of the known public cryo bunkers in the Midwest. It was the closest she could find as she’d just got done hiking the Badlands up in the Dakotas. Her RV was the first vehicle in line and her name was first on the waiting list after all of the more affluent people who’d already paid to get in got their spaces.

But Christina was one who hedged her bets and skewed things into her favor. After the second night of camping out in line, she caught the eye of one young guard. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty to her maturing thirty-eight. “MILF” was the term most applied to her and after what life had already dealt her, she milked that for all it was worth. On the third night she intentionally wore one of her skimpy dresses that left very little to the imagination… especially when she bent over. She made a show of checking out the engine of her RV, bending over low and lifting a leg with a pointed foot in pink high heels to show off her womanly assets. After all, she had no problem using her body to get what she needed to survive. The wave was getting closer and she needed to get into the bunker.

The ploy worked, and the young guard was over to her in an instant. “Problem, Ma’am?”

Christina turned and stuck out her lip in a pout. “My engine won’t start,” she said in a despondent tone. “I’m afraid that I might have to leave to get parts if I can’t get it working again,” she coyly sidled up next to him and ran a hand from his collar down to his groin. “And if I do that, I might not be able to get in and I might miss seeing such handsome guards as yourself.” Truth be told, she’d disconnected the distributor. “What’s worse… I could die out here when the wave hits. You wouldn’t want that to happen to little ol’ me, would you?”

The guard groaned, all rational thought leaving his brain and going down to his hardening cock inside of his pants. “I… uh… might be able to help you…” he croaked out, grabbing at his bulge to readjust. “For a price.”

“Oh, would you?” Christina brightened up and gushed, playing her brownish-blonde hair up, twirling it in her fingers.

“Absolutely. Lets… uh… go into your RV and discuss details.” He gave her a wicked grin.

“We can do that!” she gasped in mock fright. “Won’t we be seen!” She pressed one hand over her mouth and pointed with the other to the array of video cameras right above them.

“Oh… right!” the guard blinked. “Uh… give me fifteen minutes and meet me around the back of the hill. There’s emergency exits all around here and I can get you into one for us to be in a place more… private.”

Fifteen minutes later with her Survival Backpack over her shoulders and her oversized fanny pack around her waist with a change of clothes in them, she met him at the exit indicated. He opened the door and frantically waved her in and held a finger to his lips for silence. She darted in, kicked off her heels, and followed him down the long series of ladders, bypassing floor after floor until they were at the very bottom of the vault in a darkened storage room. “I’m off shift now and we’d got a gap in the video coverage because the guys in the central security room owed me a favor,” he told her in a hushed whisper. “We got about an hour until I have to get you back outside through the next gap in the coverage that they’re making for us.”

“Mmmm… cozy and romantic…” she cooed at him, taking her packs off and putting her high heeled shoes aside.

He jumped her, pulling her into his arms and crushing beşiktaş escort bayan his lips against hers in an overexcited, eager kiss. “Mmmph! Woah! Easy there, tiger!” she said, pushing back against him slightly. “Not too fast.”

“Hey! I got you in here and I’m gonna help you fix your engine!” he scowled at her.

“And I am very grateful for it,” Christina smiled at him, stepping back and slipping her arms out of the spaghetti straps of her silky pink size 6 miniskirt. She let it drop off of her body to show him that she wasn’t wearing anything but matching panties underneath. Her tanned 38 Double Ds stood proud, defying gravity in a way that most women ten years less her age would be jealous of. She brought her hands up to cup them, tweaking her nipples with her long fingers and letting out a husky breath as she stepped back up to him.

He groaned and was hastily stripping down as he watched her. When he was down to his boxers, she stopped him, cupped his head, and kissed him softly and slowly. Their tongues intermingled for a moment and then she dropped to her knees to take his boxers off for him. His cock sprang out, already hard to salute her nudity, and she slowly took him into her mouth. She moaned and looked up at him with her bright blue eyes submissively. He let out another moan of passion and then grabbed her head and shoved his cock all the way down his throat, blowing his load in the process.

Christina was taken off guard but his sudden ejaculation but recovered enough to swallow his load down. His body shuddered as he came long and hard into her mouth. “Dayum…” he moaned. Christina mentally rolled her eyes as she remembered that boys his age usually spent quickly. If experience taught her one thing it was that he’d be hard again in no time, so she continued sucking on him. Besides, if her mental calculations were anywhere close to the mark, this could be their last night alive on the planet. She was determined to enjoy it and potentially survive. If she gave a nineteen or twentysomething boy a good time in the process, so much the better.

She expertly sucked him back to life. When he was hard again, his need to play the alpha male came back and this time he pushed her back onto the cold, hard floor of the storage room. Christina grabbed her fanny pack to use as a pillow and then lifted her legs up to her chest, spreading them wide for him. The young guard yanked her panties aside and went for it. “Wait! Condom!” she told him, pushing against him to hold him off from penetrating her.

“For what I’m doing for you, I wanna fuck you bareback!” he protested.

“Ugh…” Christina rolled her eyes and sighed in disgust. “I don’t want you blowing your wad too soon, my dear.” She reached into the front flap of her back pack and tossed him a Trojan. “This’ll help keep you hard so that I can enjoy it too. You do want to give a woman pleasure, don’t you?”

“Oh… yeah… of course,” he readily agreed, taking the condom and sheathing himself.

Christina smiled at him. “I’m on the pill so I’ll let you take it off and finish inside of me,” she reached down and stroked him and then guided him forward to her pussy. “Trust me.”

“Oooohhh… yeaaaaaahhh…” he moaned in agreement as his cock sank deep into her. Then he started pounding away hard and fast. He leaned down to suck on one of her tits and she guided him to her right one with her hand on the back of his head while she slid her left hand down between them to start fingering her clit.

“Oh yes, that’s it baby,” Christina murmured into his ear, goading him on. “Fuck me hard like the whore that I am.”

“You like that, do ya?” he grunted as he humped her.

“Oh yea… fuck me… you’re so big inside of me and you’re the best!” It was a blatant lie. He was average size at best and his technique left a lot to be desired. With her fingering herself while his condom covered cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, she was shuddering from an orgasm in no time at all. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, squeezing and releasing it in rapid rhythm. The only sound she made was a sharp intake of breath while her body quivered underneath of his. It was a survival mechanism that she’d developed over the years she’d used her body to achieve her goals.

“I’m gonna blow!” he cried out suddenly, kneeling back and pulling out of her suddenly. He ripped the condom off and shoved his cock back into her pussy just in time for him to cum. She felt his hot seed flood up inside of her womb with more force than she’d originally gave him credit for. “AAAHHHHHH!” he gasped as his cock throbbed inside of her.

“YESSSS!” Christina threw her head back, arched her back, and squeezed her thighs and legs around his midsection, faking the orgasm for his benefit. “OH GOD YES!” she cried out, putting on the show for him. “Oh god, you’re so good! Fill me up with your cum, baby!” His orgasm lasted a good, long minute at which point he slumped down on top of her, totally spent, and his body covered with a sheen of sweat. “You did good, baby, you’re the best.” she cooed escort istanbul at him, kissing his head and running her hand through his hair as he rested on her breasts.

“Mmmm… thank you…” he groaned, his cock still twitching intermittently inside of her pussy. “Best… Sex… Ever…”

They laid there on the floor together for some time until an alarm sounded, jerking them both out of the post sex haze. His eyes went wide. “FUCK!” he yelled as he jumped to his feet and was back inside of his urban fatigues in record time. “Come on!” he reached down and pulled her to her feet. “Grab your stuff!”

“What’s going on?” she asked as she stuffed her miniskirt into her fanny pack and grabbed both it and the backpack, following him out of the store room in nothing but her panties.

“The wave is about to hit! That’s the initial warning!” he said urgently, leading her out into the main floor and into the first cryo unit he found at the very back corner. “Give me your things, I’ll put them in the locker here. Place your hand on the pad and state your name to the computer. That’ll be the way you open up the locker later,” he hastily explained. Christina did as he instructed while he stashed her bags. “Alright, now get in!” he pointed to the unit.

Christina hopped in, pressing back into the upright couch. “What about you?” she asked, suddenly concerned for the young man.

“Crew units are on the top floor. We’ll be the first ones out once it’s all over,” he told her, manipulating the controls and then pulling a lever. He then grinned at her. “See ya on the other side, babe,” he leaned in and gave her one, last lingering kiss. “For what it’s worth, thank you for taking my virginity and making me feel like I rocked your world. I know you had to have been playing with me, but I appreciate it all the same.”

She was suddenly endeared to the young man. Reaching out, she grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him in for a real passionate kiss. “You stay safe, okay?”

“I will, thanks!” With that, he pulled a second lever and the cryo pod closed in on her, encasing her in darkness.

There was a hissing noise followed by the sound of liquid filling up. She felt it on her bare toes first, filling up to her shapely calves and toned thighs. Christina steadied herself and tried to control her breathing. She’d read up on these things using the instructional pamphlets that they’d had up top. The stuff was called liquid atmosphere and she’d be able to breathe in it. Once the pod was filled, it’d freeze her to the point where she’d be in a hibernation state. The liquid came up and over her mound, making her squirm, and then was up past her naval. Then her breasts, which made her nipples perk up. She had the sensation of skinny dipping as it filled up past her collar bone and then up her neck. Remembering the instructions, she took one deep breath and held it until it was up and over her face. Then she forcefully blew it out of her lungs.

Her body, being totally submerged, wanted to keep her mouth clamped shut but then basic biology kicked in and forced her to take a breath. Like the pamphlet said; humans breathe liquid for the first nine months they’re in the womb, we have to teach our bodies to do it again inside the pods. The liquid gushed into her airways and she thrashed inside of the pod briefly as her body basically drowned. But then her lungs were working normally as she took one breath after another, her chest heaving inside of the thick liquid. Boy… this is both weird and erotic all at the same time… she thought as the gooey stuff filled up every crack and orifice of her body. I wonder how long it’ll be until…

She never finished that thought as she let out one last breath as the cryo pod knocked her out and put her into survival hibernation for her to sleep away the impending disaster.

*

A loud beeping sound penetrated Christina’s skull. She blinked her eyes and stared into darkness, but warmth crept into her body. There was a hissing sound and the door to the cryo pod opened up and all of the red liquid atmosphere poured out in a gush. Her torso convulsed, and she coughed and threw up the red goo onto the grated floor as she fell out of the pod and fell down to all fours. She looked around and saw others coming out of their pods. One young man in black was pounding at two of the pods, shouting “NO!” in despair. He took a moment, wailed in anguish, had a moment of sorrow, and then got to work getting the things out of his locker and the two other lockers next to his. Then he was darting out the door.

Christina took her time to wipe the goo from her body, acutely aware that she was the only one here naked save for a pair of panties. Some people gave her a questioning look and she glared at them saying “Hey, at least I don’t have to go find somewhere to wash my clothes at,” as she got her locker open to fetch her bags. She took a towel out of her backpack to get the red goo off of her and out of her hair and offered it to a nearby woman. Then she set about getting her more sensible hiking boots, socks, jeans, shirt, etiler bayan escort bra, and hoodie out to change into.

As she dressed, she noticed that there were some people who were acting just like the young man in black had; crying and carrying on about some of the pods. It then hit her that their loved ones were in there and they weren’t coming out. She walked over to the ones that the man in black had been fussing over and the digital words on the dusty screens dispassionately said: “SUBJECT EXPIRED”. They were dead inside the pods. Christina felt for them but ultimately, she couldn’t do anything for them. Instead, she went back to her bags at her pod and got ready to leave.

Loud popping noises came from far overhead. People paused in what they were doing to look upwards. Some wondered out loud what the noises were, but Christina had heard it enough times from the neighborhood she’d grown up in to know; gunfire. What made it worse is that they were on the lowest level of the bunker with virtually no place to go. If whoever was shooting up there knew about the emergency exits, they were all screwed. Not wanting to make a scene, Christina casually picked up her bags and strolled out a side door. She didn’t go for the main exit or the emergency exit. Instead, she went to the storage room where she’d had her night of passion with that young guard. I wonder how long it’s been? she wondered as she entered the room and locked it behind her. She thought about barricading herself in but that’d make it too obvious that someone was in here and she needed things to look natural for her plan to work.

Christina grabbed up a few survival ration bars, MREs, and some bottles of water from the shelves and shoving them into her packs. She walked by the spot where her and the guard had fucked at and noticed that the discarded condom was still there, albeit it was now dried, cracked, and almost completely disintegrated now. That, along with the dusty displays and shelves, gave her an idea at just how much time had passed. She went over to the large vent high up on the wall, stood on the table underneath of it, and fetched her multitool from her backpack. Unscrewing the lower screws in the vent, she was able to get it to swing up just enough for her to get inside. She tossed her bags in first, then squirmed her way in. The last part, before shuffling back further into the vent duct, was to delicately place the screws back into their holes and hand screw them in just enough to make it look like the vent was undisturbed.

As she shuffled her body into the duct and around one corner of the T-Junction some twenty feet back from the vent covering, part of her wondered what idiot designed this place with ducts large enough for someone to crawl through. Then she realized that they were probably this big because they’d need massive amounts of air to get down here to the lower levels for ventilation. Either way, this was where she was going to hunker down at until whoever it was that was attacking the place had left.

She listened as the gunfire got closer and closer as whoever was attacking was coming down the vault by each level. The sounds of people fighting and dying outside filled the vents. There were angry shouts and women crying. As the chaos ensued, Christina was able to piece together what was happening. Someone, she mentally called them bandits, was coming in. They knew that the cryo pods were opening up. They were shooting people who were fighting back, men mainly, and taking prisoners. Based on how the women were reacting, they were stripping the women naked, tying them up, and marching them out the door in single file procession. In the cacophony of battle, she heard some people threaten to call the police, army, or national guard to which the bandits just laughed. To her, that suggested that there was finally a total societal breakdown. Terms and phrases such as “Sex”, “Selling”, and “Auction” told Christina that anarchy reigned supreme outside and that selling sex slaves at auctions was the new fashion.

Okay… so just like before, I’m totally on my own…Christina thought, mentally preparing herself for what is to come as the bandits made it down to the last level. So… if I am found out here, I have two options; fight or surrender. If I fight, I might die in a hail of gunfire. If I surrender, I might die a slow and painful death for who the fuck knows who’d buy me for whatever purposes. She ticked off the pros and cons in her head. One thing is for sure; if I am caught I will be raped… men will more than likely use my body for their pleasure.

Christina actually got a bit of perverse thrill out of that last thought. She’d often fantasized about just such a scenario and now here it was playing out in real life. Her pussy went slick and she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together at the idea. Ultimately, she decided on fighting just because she’d seen movies like Hostel too many times to want to be tortured to death. If she was going to be killed, she wanted it to be fast. If she wound up being captured, she wanted to go out saying that at least she fought back and not just rolled over and died as she’d heard some women already do. She reached into her backpack, and got her Gen 8 Glock 19 out, clipping the holster to her belt, pulled it out and chambered a round, finger pressing to confirm that it was loaded and ready to fire, and then holstered the weapon.

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My first time. Her name was Brandi. She was new to town, and the first person to be openly gay in public. I had feelings an urges, and had experimented with a close friend, but experimenting was as far as I’d gone. It was our senior year in high school, and we were both 18 and in choir together.

Now I lived in a small southern town. It was mostly old timers and their children who had grown up and never left town for something better in life. Being gay or lesbian just wasn’t accepted. That’s what made Brandi’s coming to town so great. She was open, so the rest of us could be too.

In choir, there were only eight of us, and all females. Including my twin sister and I. No one knew what was coming when we were together. We ruled that school. Until I was in high school, I was quite a shy one, but something about being there, and I guess having the support of my twin, I blossomed.

Brandi and I were friends, and had dated for a few days, but nothing ever came of it. She claimed that she felt more for my sister than she did for me, and we just left it at that. Towards the end of the year, it was getting time for our yearly choir trip. That year we were going to South Padre Island. The whole place is nothing but a party island. Brandi and I were the only ones from our section to be eligible to go, and there were four girls from the other choir bagdat caddesi escort that went. And then there was our male teacher.

Since we were the only two from our section, we had a room to ourselves. The other four girls had their room, and then the teacher had his own. Each room had two queen-sized beds in them. The plane got in during early afternoon and we went to lunch, a local store, and then headed to the hotel to get set up for our week of fun. After settling in, we joined the other girls in the hot tub downstairs, and ended up playing truth or dare. There it came out that all of us were bi-sexual or bi-curious. After a few hours of giggling girl talk and running everyone else out of the pool area, we all headed back to our rooms. It had been a long trip, and we had things planned for the next day.

Brandi and I separately got showers and then headed to our respectful beds. We were talking and I admitted that I didn’t want to sleep alone. My grandmother had died about a week earlier, and I was still quite upset about it. My parents decided to send me on the trip because it would give me a chance to get away. Brandi climbed into bed with me and we settled down to watch TV until we fell asleep. WE both slept half naked.

At the local store we had stopped at after lunch, Brandi and nisantasi escort I had gotten spray whipped cream and cookie dough for snacks. No health food nuts in that room! We were being playful and giggly and eating the spray whipped cream. She had control of the can, and would spray some in her mouth, and the some in mine. She was getting pretty sloppy, and I told her if she got it all over, she’d have to clean it up because I wasn’t the one with the can. She then proceeded to pull the blanket down to expose my breasts, and spray the whipped cream along my nipples.

As I lay there letting her lick the whipped cream off my chest, I couldn’t believe what was happening. My experimentation had never gone past innocent kisses with one of my closest friends. It was such an amazing feeling. I’d never been with a male before, or even touched myself. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but I knew that I loved it. I didn’t ever want her to stop.

After the whipped cream was cleaned off and I was no longer sticky, she moved up to kiss my lips. As she slipped hr tongue lightly in my mouth, I realized that this was my first french kiss. After the truth or dare game we had played earlier, she knew this was all new to me too. After a few moments she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, as if looking to see if I was ataköy escort ready for what was about to happen. I wasn’t.

She slowly pulled the covers back even more. I was wearing panties, which is my normal sleeping attire, and she gently slid them off. I don’t think I have ever been as nervous as I was right then. As she lowered her head to my already moist lips, I felt like I was going to explode. The first touch of her tongue sent chills into my body that I will never forget.

It was obvious she knew what to do. I already knew she was experienced, but I had no idea what to expect. As she licked and sucked me into bliss, I was too nervous to cum. I was afraid I would pee on her. I was rather naive about these things, and that’s what it felt like I needed to do, so every time she brought me to the edge, I would stop her for a few seconds.

That night she slept in my arms while two of my fingers stayed buried in her mound. That was all I could bring myself to do. I still didn’t know what to think of the whole experience. The next day another chaperone arrived and was female so she shared the room with us, and we didn’t get to explore each other as fully. We still stole moments together, but all too soon the week was over, and it was back to school. We chit chatted, but didn’t really talk much about the weekend. Right before graduation we had a concert we were putting on and her and I and my sister we in the bathroom getting ready. My sister was in a stall getting dressed, and Brandi pushed me against a stall to give me the deepest kiss I had ever felt. Right then I knew she wouldn’t forget that night we had spent together, and I know I never will.

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Carla Rachel Lee-ME! Standing five foot eight I weigh 120 lbs. my eyes are green and my hair is red my bust size is 34DD. My measurements are 34 27 34. I am 19, my birthday is October 31, 1993 Halloween. I use to be straight until I was showed the power of another woman’s pussy.

Elizabeth Kocianski was born November 24, 1990 she 21 and lives and grew up in Richmond, VA USA a Caucasian with a muscular body and a measurement of 40C-25-44 standing 6 ft 3 in and weighting 150 lbs with Blonde crew cut and a full blonde Bush. Lisa’s Bull-Dyke Enforcer

A few days after the Senior Prom, in EK’s downtown apartment: The BDE’s (Bull Dyke Enforcer’s) is sliding in and out of my, red, red lips; it still tastes faintly of my (and OTHER’S!) interior ass…she pushes deeper, and my “gag” reflex takes over to keep me from gagging.

The muscle-bound, crew-cut blonde “domme” moans aloud and reaches down to tangle her thick fingers tightly in Carla’s wavy red hair, guiding the rhythm of her eagerly-bobbing head.

EK LOVES the sight of her “sub’s” soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of her pseudo cock; little bubbles of spittle are forming at the corners of her pretty, delicate lips.

She is even MORE thrilled at the sight of the naked Carla’s big DD’s bobbing and avrupa yakası escort swaying against her rocking torso as she sucks so lovingly, so GREEDILY, at her Mistress’s favorite bitch-tamer.

The 19 year old tender asshole itches hungrily at the knowledge that the strap-on she’s sucking will soon be shoved deep into her willing poop-chute.

I look up at EK with my big green eyes my long red hair in my face EK’s “bitch tamer” in my mouth. EK look down at me with her blue eyes and smiles. “That should do it Carla, turn around now” EK says as she pull her “bitch tamer” out of my mouth. I turn around at once as she grabs my hips and in one powerful thrust she rams “the bitch tamer” deep into my asshole. I screamed out in both pain and pleasure at the same time as EK’s “bitch tamer” is driven deep into my bowels as the rubber cock’s rubber balls slap my ass.

In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out EK rams her “bitch tamer” in my asshole. EK hands on my hips pulling me back on to her “bitch tamer” as she rolls her hips forward slamming into my ass, my 34 dd tits shakes and jiggle underneath me as EK slams the “bitch tamer” home.

I arch my back and throw my head back my long red anadolu yakası escort hair flying all over as I push my ass back on to EK’s “bitch tamer”. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GOD YES, YES, YES, ELISABETH” I moan out loud as EK punishes my young pour defenseless white asshole with her 13″ black strappy “the bitch tamer”.

It doesn’t take long until my body starts to shake and tremble and quiver as wave after wave, after wave of orgasm washes over my young sweaty white body. My sweet honey explodes down my creamy white silky thighs.

“EEEEEELLLLLLLIIIIIIIISSSSSAAAAAABBBBBBBBEEEEETTTHHHHHHHHH” I scream out as I orgasm with EK’s “bitch tamer” buried to the hilt into my young white asshole. Sweat pours of my body and my jiggling, swaying 34 dd tits. EK slowly grind her “bitch tamer” in my well used poop-chute.

I moan unable to move as feel EK grab my long flowing wavy red hair in one strong hand then I hear the buzz of clippers. “It time Carla, I am going shave you bald. You are going to be the perfect little dyke for me.” My big green eyes widen as hear the clipper getting closer to my gorgeous long red wavy hair.

“Please Elizabeth, please if you shave my head bald my parents are going to want to know what is going on. Please etiler escort they don’t know I am Lesbian, please Elizabeth.” I could hear EK laugh as my body shook with fright and surprisingly excitement as I could still hear the clipper moving closer to my long wavy red hair.

Any second now I would feel the clipper on my scalp, I held my breath, unable to move as EK’s “bitch tamer” still buried deep into my asshole, when “okay Carla we will put off making you my little perfect bald dyke until little bit later. But you going to have to tell you parents soon or later that you lesbian whore slut slave to a group of hard-core lesbians” EK said as she turn the clipper off and pulled her 13″ black strappy “the bitch tamer” out of my young white asshole with a loud “POP”. My young white ass gapping wide open from EK’s “bitch tamer”. The BDE’s (Bull Dyke Enforcer’s) walk around pushing the 13″ black strappy “the bitch tamer” into my mouth, as EK watches as “the bitch tamer” slide in and out of my, full soft pouty warm wet pink lips; it tasting of my interior ass…she pushes deeper, and my “gag” reflex takes over to keep me from gagging. The muscle-bound, crew-cut blonde “domme” moans aloud and reaches down to tangle her thick fingers tightly in my long wavy red hair, guiding the rhythm of my eagerly-bobbing head. My big 34 dd tits bobbing and swaying against my rocking torso as I suck so lovingly, so GREEDILY, at BDE’s favorite bitch-tamer.

AS Carla looks up into EK’s blue eyes as she sucks cleans the BDE’s “bitch tamer”, Carla wonder what next Lisa’s Coven of hard-core lesbians have planned for her.

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Today was grocery day, the usual trip to the supermarket is usually one mundane task to say the least.

I see you walk down the middle aisle, you’re distracted momentarily by the end aisle promotions.

There’s nothing of much interest so it would seem so you move on, turn a corner & disappear.

I slowly walk towards the same aisle. As I turn the corner I see you reach for something on the top shelf.

A small patch of skin becomes exposed at the base of your back. That small spot that I trail my fingers along that feels so soft & dips a little onto your spine.

You don’t see me, so I walk almost stealth like. I come up slowly behind you, place my hand on your ass.

You turn your head, startled by the intimate touch. But then you see me, give me a smile that is so beautiful, and proceed to raise your one eyebrow. That look says it all.

The one look that tells me, honey we’re in public and you have your hand on my ass. So I move my fingers along that smooth ass cheek just to prove a point, and that point is I don’t care or give a damn if anyone is looking.

The drive home isn’t usually a long one.

Still my mind travels back to the touch in the supermarket.

I know just how your skin feels under the cotton.

My hand smoothly moves over to the middle of the top of your leg.

You give me a quick glance then turn back to concentrate on the road.

You thought I hadn’t noticed you move slightly in your seat, but I did.

My hand moves slowly up and down the upper half of your leg then to your inner thigh, all the time feeling the heat in my jeans between my legs getting hotter.

I squeeze your inner thigh gently, just to let you know that right now I would love to be doing more than being just a passenger.

Moving my fingertips up your leg was driving me crazy.

With the briefest of touches they trailed over your crouch then up to your zipper. I see your grip on the steering wheel tighten slightly.

Clasping the zipper between my thumb and finger, I begin to pull it down slowly.

I glance at the gap generated by the release if the unzipped metal, seeing your dark blue underwear in the space.

My fingers glide over the top of it, then up to the button that holds the top of your jeans together. Popping it undone the fabric either side fell away under the lack of restraint, and I slid my fingertips slowly over the very top of your underwear.

You move again, holding your breath has I slide my fingers down under the material slowly & I can see its a major task for you to concentrate on the road.

A low quiet moan escapes your mouth as I struggle to work against the tightness of your jeans as my fingers move down towards you’re ready and waiting slit.

You move forward slightly, then back a little to try and work your jeans into a more slackened state.

Now I know you want this.

My fingers become less restrained to travel where they are willing to go, moving down so now I could slide them slowly between your lips,

My finger brushes against your bud and I feel you tense up and push towards it. So I begin to rub it, applying a slight pressure then a feather light touch. You took your one hand off the wheel and pressed it hard up against mine, and with that movement I knew you just want to get home.

But that’s not enough for me, I want to feel how wet you are already. Sliding one finger lower down between your lips I feel the soft inner side of them surround it, wanting me there. Reaching the pool of liquid at the bottom sends my own clit into a frenzy of desire to have your tongue on me and mine on yours.

This drive can’t end soon enough.

You insisted on un-packing the groceries when we got home, but I know this wasn’t really what you want. You are just making me wait after what I did to you in the car.

You’re teasing me, and its just torture.

I know you can sense my need for you in the way you look at me as you hand me items to store away.

I play along because I know you’re in charge for the meantime.

Our fingers touched and I felt that surge of energy, that tension, that excitement. tuzla escort And I knew that you understood that longing to have those fingers all over my body and mine over yours. But all I can do was hurry to the cupboard and rush back to you.

Each bottom of every bag seemed to take an infinity to reach.

I had to admire your restraint because I wasn’t entirely sure that you weren’t slowing this process down on purpose, just to make my senses & body develop a more heightened state.

Everytime I came back a wicked smile would form on your face, just making me more excited with each passing minute.

The next time I came back I saw just bottles of soda in the bag. That was my queue, I wasn’t able to wait any longer.

I took your hand, pulled you to me and kissed your neck. My fingertips slid up under the back of your shirt to exactly the same place I had seen the flesh exposed earlier on at the grocery store.

My tongue trailed its way up to your ear lobe my teeth gently nibbled at the bottom. I felt your leg push between both of mine. You backed me towards the kitchen table, and I pulled you tighter. I felt all your excitement building as we now kissed with smooth lips that darted over each other’s.

Our tongues touching, teasing, engrossed in each other’s. I wanted you and I wasn’t going to wait. I pulled at the button on your jeans for the second time that day. Took you by the hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. By the time we had got there your jeans were falling down your legs. I grabbed you again, and began kissing you with a deep hunger. I wanted to feel you, all of you.

I heard your shoes head off to the side of our bodies. Your jeans and underwear slid to the floor.

You were half naked. Finally I could feel your warm silky flesh, and it felt heavenly. We kissed hard and deep, our breaths intertwined.

You took both my wrists in each of your hands and forced them behind my back. Maneuvering towards the door, you let go, told me to keep my hands exactly where they were & pushed me against the door slamming it shut.

My body was braced against the door and you. My heart rate increased & I felt your leg again force its way between mine. Our kissing now making us heady with so much desire, so much heat that there was no way to contain it.

I started to feel my pussy grind up against your leg, feeling you push harder with those toned muscles.

A urgent moan escaped from my mouth into yours. I wriggled my hands free from behind my back. My fingers ran through your hair and then circled teasing the back of your neck. My other hand tracing a trail up your spine, then all the way down again to roam over your ass and its soft plump skin.

Again you grabbed my wrists, pressed your body onto mine with force this time. You positioned my hands on top of each other above my head and held them there with your one hand.

You traced your hand down my one arm, then up again to the side of my neck, then to my top & my breasts. You traced over my nipple that was now jutting out against the material.

Hearing me whimper out loud, you laughed gently into my mouth.

You told me that all my clothing had to go and that I had to keep my hands up. It was a smooth action when you pulled the top over my head & pushed me back against the door with your hand firmly holding mine again.

Rubbing my one nipple, and squeezing it, I felt like begging you to take it in your mouth.

Taking your hand away you placed it in the middle of my breast bone, unclasped my bra with one swift move.

The bra’s material dangled to the side of my breasts.

You leaned back a little and gazed at them admiringly.

Then you looked at me with that look that only I know, leant in and kissed me fiercely.

I could feel your hand came down my side, then to my jean button and zipper, & like an expert you undid them with ease.

Pulled them down with my panties at the same time until both fell to the floor.

I shook them off, and swept them to the side with my foot.

It took just seconds, and once again your braced me against the pendik escort door and began kissing me with urgency.

I tried to protest about you still having your shirt on, but u just mashed you lips up on mine, your whole body weight against me.

I was so turned on, so receptive.

All the time my mind fantasising about my hands roaming over your back, down to your wonderful ass.

Your skin would now feel warm and so soft that it would make me wanna just push you onto the bed and make love to you.

Pulling away from the kiss and freeing your hands from mine. You told me to stay there against the door just like that. I saw your gaze fixed on me as you stepped a few paces back.

My fully naked body there for you to appreciate at your own leisure. I had never felt more turned on by you looking at me than in that moment.

You stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing like you were looking at a piece of art or a sculpture,

until you began to move slowly forward. Your hands undid your shirt buttons, and now it was my turn to let my eyes absorb the stunning look of you.

Your shirt draped open, your fingers slid it off your shoulders & it fell down your arms and onto the floor. You had no bra on so you were now fully naked.

You looked magnificent. All the time you held your gaze on me, your eyes letting me know your intentions.

I could smell your perfume as you came closer, its intoxicating smell mingling with all the other sensations I was experiencing.

I wanted you so bad that my heart was pounding, my legs unsteady, I was simply burning with desire for you. All I wanted was to touch you.

You came within a foot of me,

Held your stance, and held out your hands, your fingers caressed the side of my hips, then so painstakingly slowly worked up my tummy to finally cup my breasts.

I could feel my body tremor under your touch.

You moved closer to me and worked your mound right up against mine.

I felt my head involuntarily tip back a little, and a throaty moan left my mouth. You teased the whole of my body just with that caress of my nipples. It sent striking currents of energy right down between my legs. My breathing was becoming more rapid, my need reaching for the ecstasy I knew you could give me.

You kissed my throat, moved to my jaw, trailed kisses across it then up to my ears. Your hands roamed this body that I gave so freely to you. My senses were all merging, the lines disappeared. You bit my neck and sucked on its flesh, and all this time I could feel your mound arching against mine, wanting to feel what I was feeling.

The teasing had become so intense, my self control was at its bare minimum.

My hands came down over your head still clasped together.

You grabbed my wrists firmly and looked at me. I hadn’t asked your permission and you hadn’t given it.

You told me to turn around and put my hands above and either side of my head, but this time on the door. You ordered me to spread my legs, which I promptly did.

I knew you were looking at me, taking the sight in with wicked glee.

You came up behind me just briefly and stroked my ass cheeks, caressing each one until you decided to slide a finger under it and up my wet slit.

The power I felt you had over me at that point was ready to envelope my entire being.

I pushed up against your finger but as soon as I did it you quickly pulled away.

It was such an excruciating experience that it make me answer it with a begging “please”

I could sense you leaving my side, the thought made me nervous. Did you want to just stop. Had I crossed your line of disobedience?

I could hear you open the cupboard door, and it was then I knew what you were doing.

I stood there completely motionless. Rooted to the ground until you would tell me otherwise.

The next time you touched me it was on my shoulders. smooth fingers braced on my flesh.

You ordered me to walk to the end of the bed, facing it with my hands placed on the end of it.

You spread my legs again with your legs. I could feel my excitement maltepe escort grow to another level again.

Then I was struck by your hand, it came swift across my ass cheek. I yelped at the surprise of it but my body betrayed me as I could feel the pool of liquid form at the entrance of my pussy with the new state of arousal. You did it again, but this time with more force and I was pushed forward.

This was my lesson for not waiting for your permission.

You slapped my ass again and again until it felt like my cheeks would have been crimson.

it stopped and I felt your finger again slide over my ass, over the entrance of it then up my slit again and into my aching pussy.

I needed you, I wanted you right now.

The next thing I felt was cool, it rubbed up against my ass, over its crevice and pressured against the entrance.

I pressed back onto it, knowing it was too large to go in there, but the sensation was divine. You rubbed it up and down, over the top of it with repeated strokes that made me want you to abandon yourself. To just take me.

My moans became my audible, like a animal on heat, I had to have you.

I pushed back again, god I craved you.

You stopped for a moment, then I found myself taken from behind with your cock.

It slid into my moist cunt with such ease.

It felt so good that I wanted to cry with joy.

Your hands were on either side of my hips as I dipped my back and raised my ass to give you better access to enter me.

I began to slide back onto you as your hands pulled my hips backwards, and your thrusts became more rhythmic. I knew you were watching your cock slide into me, and I had to admit I found this thought so erotic. It made me want to take the pace slower just so you could admire the control you had over me. But my own self control was by now long gone. You knew what I wanted, and I knew you wanted to give it to me. I pushed back harder now and u thrust your cock all the way in. Your clit would be on fire from all the times the pressure of you gliding it into me had rubbed up on it. You rode me like a seasoned lover. Our movements more wild and rapid with each thrust, until I was calling out your name so loud. Gasping for air between moans that bellowed out of me like some primal call. You were driving your cock in so swift, yet so gracefully that It made me so wet it was dripping down my inner thigh.

You tugged at my hair while you rode me, and I screamed how I was so close to coming. You didn’t stop, you wanted to claim my pussy as yours and no-one else’s. I felt the beginning of a sensation building in my pussy, an intense pressure, a tension that needed release. It swirled up inside me, escaped up my back, then down my legs. Screaming out “I’m cumming, oh my god I’m gonna come so hard”.

You thrust your whole length in me and I exploded from inside. My whole body shook so much you had to hold me up.

But you still hadn’t cum and I wasn’t about to not let you have that pleasure. I forced myself back almost off your cock until I was at the tip, then plunged backwards onto it again. You followed my lead until I could hear your breathing come in shorter bursts and breaks. You thrust your cock into me with all your experience, pulling on my hips everytime you thrust forwards. I couldn’t believe I was about to cum again and told you so. That’s when I felt you start to thrust deeper and quicker.

Your rhythm increasing to make your own clit hit that sensation in quick hard stabs. I heard you first, repeated low moans, then I felt a thrust one last time followed by a loud released cry of pure ecstasy. You slumped on me, our deep breaths of exhaustion evident in our heaving bodies.

We remained like that until our breathing had calmed down to a more reasonable rate.

After a few minutes your withdrew your cock.

I turned around, both of us were smiling at each other with great satisfaction. I leaned forward wrapped my arms around you waist and gave you a tender kiss that was filled with all the love I had for you. I un-strapped you and took you by the hand, rolled away the duvet and asked you to lay by me.

Holding each other was pure bliss. The look of your contentment made me love you even more. We lay there quiet, not needing to exchange any words. We were saying everything we needed to just by being intertwined in each other’s arms as we gently slipped off into a contented sleep.

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Gabby was excited to have confessed her feelings to her best friend and that it had led to them making love. Over the next several weeks the girls were wrapped up in their exams. They managed a few afternoon sessions together, in between intense revision and the exams themselves. But they never got the chance to get naked and kiss and play with one another. Gabby especially missed their intimacy. She thought of them as lovers. But Mary just saw it as fun and exploration. By not giving Gabby oral sex she felt she was maintaining a line. If she didn’t do that then she wasn’t really a lesbian. It didn’t matter that she let Gabby do it to her. But she did missed it too, almost as much as Gabby did.

Post exams celebration

The weekend of the end of their exams finally arrived. Gabby had her last exam on the Friday before but Mary didn’t finish until the Wednesday. So they had agreed to celebrate the following weekend.

The plan was for Gabby to stay at Mary’s all weekend. On the Friday night Mary’s parents had invited them out for a posh dinner. They were going to the only Michelin star restaurant in the area. On Saturday they would go to the bar in town and meet lots of their friends. The bar was hosting a leavers’ night for all the 18 year olds leaving school. The theme was ’70s Night’. The girls had fun deciding on their costumes and had a brilliant plan for what to wear.

But on Friday the girls were very excited to be dressing up in their finest clothes. They spent the whole of Friday afternoon in Mary’s rooms doing hair and make-up and getting dressed.

Gabby couldn’t keep her hands off Mary. She complained about their forced abstinence during the exams. Gabby confessed how hard it had been and also that she often played with herself and thought of Mary.

“Did you do it too?” Gabby asked.

“Yes, sure. I’m not a fucking nun,” Mary retorted as they stood side by side at the vanity basins.

Gabby moved to Mary and tugged at the belt of her dressing gown. It fell open revealing her naked body. Gabby opened hers too and hugged Mary. When their naked bodies pressed together Gabby kissed her. Her tongue exploring her mouth, “God I have missed this. I can’t wait to get you in bed tonight. I can’t stop thinking about licking you,” Her fingers caressed Mary’s bushy pubes as she started to kiss her neck.

Gabby sensed that Mary wasn’t as responsive today and asked, “Is that OK? If I do that later?”

“Sure, if you want to tongue me that’s alright by me.” Gabby wasn’t reassured by this slightly aggressive response, but decided to let it go. But then Mary added, “You know. I just think I need a cock.” Pushing Gabby back and wrapping her robe back around her she continued, “Don’t be offended, Babe. I mean you are a really good kisser and I love it when you lick me and do all your lezzy things. But I think I need a proper fuck.” She then leaned in to Gabby and kissed her lips softly. Her hand found Gabby’s pussy and diddled her clit for a moment. Gabby smiled and relaxed into it but then Mary shattered the moment by grasping a handful of pubes and saying, “I just wish you could grow a big dick here and just fucking ram it up me.” She swirled around and continued her preparations.

The rest of the afternoon was confusing for Gabby. Mary was affectionate one minute then off-hand the next. She kissed her and touched her. But always curtailed things as Gabby responded. Gabby was perplexed but put it down to Mary’s ambivalence and decided she would just have to go slow to re-establish their intimacy.

A Grand Entrance

At last they were ready. They arrived down stairs and made a dramatic entrance in their gorgeous dresses and heels. Mary wore a short dress with a flared skirt. The dress was white with a lacy outer layer. The skirt revealed her slender legs and she wore white sandal heels.

Gabby looked equally stunning in a floral lace, emerald green A-line dress. It wasn’t quite as short as Mary’s but her legs looked fantastic in her matching emerald green satin shoes. The heels were the highest she had ever dared to wear and she looked elegant and womanly. She was almost sure that she caught Mr Quinn’s eyes tracing up her body. But Mrs Quinn put an end to it by gently pushing him and declaring, “OK mister, you’re driving.”

The restaurant was amazing and the food was incredible. Both girls were thrilled and also enjoyed a few glasses of wine. nişantaşı escort Gabby especially loved that Mr and Mrs Quinn were so cool; her parents would never let her drink alcohol.

“So Gabrielle, are you excited about starting at Queen’s?” Mrs Quinn asked.

“Yes. Well hopefully. Fingers crossed,” Gabby smiled at her, referencing the wait for her exam results.

“You will be fine. You both will. You have worked hard and deserve it. I had a great time there. Mrs Quinn chuckled and took Mr Quinn’s hand.

“Oh no. Here we go the great love story of how they met. Run away Gabs!” Mary teased her parents.

“Ignore her Gabrielle,” Mrs Quinn scolded jokingly, “It breaks my heart that she won’t take law.”

“Boring,” Mary taunted.

“You see, Gabby dear,” Mrs Quinn rolled her eyes, “I know, I have a great idea, you should come into the Practice during the summer. I could arrange a week or two of work experience for you, if you’d like that? Let you see what it’s like to work in a law firm.”

“Jesus Mum, Gabby wants to have fun in the summer, not be one of your slaves,” Mary whined.

“I’d love to Mrs Quinn. Really if that would be OK I’d love to come in to your work.”

“Then that’s settled, dear, let me know what fits in with your parents and I’ll arrange everything. You will learn a lot in just a couple of weeks.”

“Jesus Mum, a couple of weeks! Gabby and me have plans for the summer y’ know,” Mary continued to complain.

“Thank you, Mrs Quinn,” Gabby was diplomatic, “Our summer plans aren’t until August anyway,” she gave Mary a look to silence her.

“You see Mary, some people are interested in their careers.”

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever,” Mary teased, making a face like she was being sick. Then added, “Give me more booze mother,” she held up her empty glass, “so I can make it though your boring stories.”

The rest of the meal passed with lively conversation like this. As the night ended Mary announced she need to go to the loo, “You coming?” she took Gabby by the hand. They dashed off to the Ladies.

Anticipation

As they often did they went into the stall together. Mary hitched up her short dress and pulled down her pants. She sat and wee’d then made way for Gabby.

As Gabby pee’d Mary leaned back against the door. She still had her dress up and pants down to her knees. She slowly fingered her pussy and looking at Gabby said, “You still want to lick me tonight?”

Gabby hesitated and Mary bent down and kissed her, “Sorry about earlier, Babe. I’m all yours tonight if you want me. Do you?” she added uncertainly.

“Of course I do.”

Mary grinned, “Great,” leaning back and presenting her pussy to Gabby she added, “Would you like a little starter?”

Gabby was pleased and excited and eagerly placed her mouth over Mary’s pussy and licked her. For a few moments she licked and Mary encouraged her then she stopped her saying, “We better go.” They dressed and washed up and left to re-join Mr and Mrs Quinn.

The journey home was too slow for Gabby. She had relished the first taste of Mary for a while and eagerly anticipated what was to come. Mary was clearly eager too and kept running her hand along Gabby’s leg. She would push up under her dress and press her fingers into Gabby’s crotch. This was very thrilling. But Gabby was scared that Mary’s parents would see. She hoped the darkness in the back of the car would hide their secret.

They arrived home and the conversation continued in the kitchen. Gabby thought she might explode with anticipation but at long last they said good night and scrambled upstairs.

Alone at last

Once behind the closed door Gabby wanted to kiss Mary but thought she shouldn’t push things. But Mary wasn’t holding back tonight. She kissed Gabby and dragged her to the sofa.

“I’m so fucking horny, Babe. Make me cum.”

Mary flopped down on the sofa and spread her legs kicking off her shoes, “I want you so much.”

Gabby was delighted and started kissing Mary who was already moaning with lust, “Don’t be so noisy or your mum will come in here,” she scolded.

“Don’t worry about them. Didn’t you see how they were all over each other. They will be fucking their brains out by now.” Both girls chuckled at this then Mary kissed Gabby passionately. The mood became more serious and she urged, “Will you get the hairbrush atakoy eskort and fuck me with it as you lick me please?” Gabby liked that she was being allowed to do such naughty things to Mary.

She kicked off her shoes and padded to the bathroom to get the brush. On the way back she stepped out of her dress and knelt in front of Mary’s spread legs in just her pink bra and panties.

Mary already had her hand at work inside her knickers, “You look gorgeous. I still can’t believe we’re having sex.”

“You look amazing. I love you so much.”

“I’m so fucking wet. Pull my knickers off.”

Gabby did as she was told and exposed Mary’s thick bush of pubes. She could see her pink lips protruding. She stroked them with her fingers and Mary wriggled in pleasure.

“Stick your fingers in me. God I need you to really fuck me.”

Again Gabby followed her instructions and slid two fingers into her friend’s slippery pussy. She worked back and forth and Mary writhed up to meet each short thrust. Gabby leaned over her and kissed her mouth. As her tongue swept back and forth across Mary’s lips, her fingers slid rhythmically in and out of her pussy.

Mary moaned into her mouth but then broke off to ask, “Use the brush. And lick me please.”

Gabby shuffled down between her legs. The brush was beside her on the floor and she positioned the long, smooth handle between Mary’s labia. She bent her head and licked Mary’s clit as she slid the plastic phallus into her. Mary responded my moaning and encouraging her. Gabby licked her faster and faster and increased the speed of her thrusts with the brush.

Mary loved it. Her eyes were closed. She was holding Gabby’s head gently in her hands. Encouraging her. She wanted to cum. She knew she would cum hard like this. She imagined some gorgeous older guy fucking her, she so wanted to lose her virginity soon. God this was so good. If this is what fucking a cock is like she couldn’t wait. She felt her orgasm swell up and engulf her; hot waves of ecstasy washing over her again and again. Gabby had stopped moving but still held her mouth on Mary’s clit teasing out the last of her climax. As she slid the brush out of Mary, Mary jerked through one final surge of pleasure. Finally she calmed down and allowed her breathing to return to normal.

Gabby crawled up next to her and kissed her face and lips. Then she helped Mary out of her dress and they went through to lie on the bed.

As they kissed Mary complimented her, “That was amazing. You are such a good lover. I can’t believe you make me cum like that.”

“You are so gorgeous, I can’t believe we’re making love.”

Mary was feeling in a generous mood, ” Maybe I can do something for you?”

“I’d love that,” Gabby was hopeful.

“I don’t know if I can.” Mary was hesitant, “I mean I don’t know if I know how.”

“Oh, Babygirl, please. Just do what I do to you.”

“OK, I’ll try,” then added quickly, “Just because I love you. And I might be a little drunk,” at this Mary giggled.

Gabby stripped off her bra and pants in a flash as Mary slid down the bed. Gabby opened her legs and Mary was confronted by a close-up of her flaming pubes and rosy lips.

“Shit, babe.”

“Here,” Gabby helped her by reaching down and spreading her pubes and lips slightly to expose her pink hood and clit. “Just here.” She diddled her clit for a few seconds.

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer to do that,” Mary chuckled, looking up at her. She scurried up to lie on Gabby and kissed her right nipple. “I could just kiss your boobs and you play with yourself.” It wasn’t really a question and Mary was already slowly sliding down again.

“Please,” Gabby said simply.

Mary repositioned herself and leaned in and gave Gabby’s pussy a tentative lick. It was nice. She smelt good. There was no funny taste. She loved the way Gabby’s whole body shuddered in reaction.

Gabby held her breath as she saw Mary’s head duck down. She anticipated the touch of her tongue and when it came she shivered with pleasure. She tried not to react too much, afraid to break the spell. But she couldn’t help that first shudder and gasp.

Mary was enjoying giving Gabby pleasure. This was really exciting. She was sure it was the result of a few glasses of wine and a wonderful orgasm. But she wanted to do this for Gabby. She wanted to be more intimate than she ümraniye escort had been. She wanted to be a little dirty. She lapped at Gabby’s pussy with relish. Her own pussy still tingled form the orgasm her friend had given her. She wanted Gabby to experience the same pleasure.

Gabby’s eyes were closed. Her beautiful best friend was licking her pussy. She was in heaven. She knew she wanted this. She wanted Mary. She could admit to herself that she was a lesbian. Every touch and kiss from Mary was exquisite pleasure. She couldn’t imagine feeling like this with a boy. Maybe it was just Mary she loved for now. But she felt certain that she wanted to experience other girls too.

Mary had settled into a steady rhythm lapping at Gabby’s clit. She seemed to know instinctively how to give her pleasure. At first she had just held her labia apart gently to expose her pussy. But now she slipped two fingers deep inside. She felt Gabby’s hot vagina grip her fingers. Mary slowly ground her hand against Gabby, pinching her labia between her thumb and third finger as she gently finger fucked her friend.

Gabby was close, she could feel the climax welling inside her. Her hips moved involuntarily to meet Mary’s mouth and fingers. Not forcefully, but in harmony with one another. Her breath was coming in gasps. She could feel her whole body yearning for the release that was coming fast. When it arrived she couldn’t stop the raw, animal groan that burst from her throat, “Awwww, ffuuchh,” it was not even words. She felt her insides melt and flush with heat.

Mary was licking and probing Gabby’s pussy when it arrived. She felt her pussy gush with hot wetness. It covered her hand and chin. But she wasn’t repelled. She was excited by it and dipped her head to lap deeply between Gabby’s lips. It was hot and deliciously erotic. But didn’t really taste of anything. She pressed inward, almost French kissing her friend’s pussy until Gabby couldn’t take any more and gently pushed her back.

They lay silent for a few moments. Gabby was breathing hard. Mary’s head rested on her side and she could feel the rise and fall of her torso. She savoured the moment and admired Gabby’s body at close range. She really is beautiful Mary thought. Perfect sized breasts with thick ruddy nipples that she thought were much more womanly that her pert girlish mounds and small pointy nipples. Gabby had a real hourglass figure. She found herself wondering if girls liked that. She hoped so as it was clear that Gabby was really into girls.

“Thank you, that was lovely,” Gabby sighed.

Mary crawled up to kiss her face, then teased her, “I can’t believe you wee’d on me again.”

“Shit, oh God, sorry.”

“Right in my mouth too.”

“Oh I’m sorry.”

“It’s disgusting.”

Gabby looked distraught, “I can’t help it. Is it really…” she didn’t get to finish. Mary was kissing her; deeply and passionately; her tongue swirling into Gabby’s mouth.

As they parted Gabby asked softly, “Was it OK then?”

“Yes,” Mary was still kissing her lips softly. “Bit weird. But kinda sexy really.” Then she teased again, “Smelt of fish.”

“No it doesn’t,” Gabby pushed her back giggling.

“No it doesn’t. More like cheese.”

“Stop it!” still giggling.

“Really old cheese that’s gone off. Like really stinky bree.” Mary was enjoying teasing her.

“Your fanny smells like your slippers,” Gabby tried to battle it out.

Mary moved in to kiss her again briefly, “Then countered, “Oh, so you won’t want to lick it again?”

Gabby hugged her, then looking up into her eyes said, “Stop it. Yes I will. Any time you like.”

“Good, because after licking you I am really horny again. So get down there and do some more of that lezzy shit you do.”

“You do it too now,” Gabby joked, then added, “Better still, you come up here,” she pointed at her mouth and lay back waving Mary to crawl up her body.

Soon Mary was astride her face with her bush on Gabby’s mouth. After a few jokes about not being able to breathe Gabby found her target and started working on Mary’s clit. This time she also inserted two fingers and worked Mary’s pussy like Mary had done to her. Within minutes Mary came again and jerked though her orgasm still riding her friend’s face.

Shortly after that they snuggled up to sleep. Gabby was still aroused but she could see that Mary was drifting off. As they lay in a half spoon embrace Gabby idly played with her pussy. She wasn’t actually trying to cum.

Mary nuzzled into Gabby’s neck and whispered sleepily, “Sorry, babe, too tired. I’ll do more for you tomorrow.”

Gabby was actually very content and soon drifted off into a blissful sleep.

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I slept late the next morning, and on waking saw Joan looking at me. “Good morning lover,” she said, smiling. “Sleep well?” She didn’t need a reply, I just kissed her and melted into her arms.

We kissed again and again, long kisses with dueling tongues as we held each other tight, tits pressing into each others, and legs between each others pressing into our pussy’s. Her hand wandered down my back to caress my bum, her fingers pushing my pussy closer as she pressed her thigh into it. How I loved the attention, so unhurried, willing to share our love with each other, the give and take of pure womanly love.

She kind of forced me onto my back (not that I minded!) as she began making love to me, her fingers and mouth doing a number on my tits making my body come alive in response to her loving. She moved down to lick and kiss my tummy as her fingers found my well of happiness, so I opened my legs wide to accommodate her searching hand. I moaned with pleasure as she swiveled herself on top of me to bring her pussy in contact with mine. Then she began humping me.

It was beautiful, her tits now within reach as I gripped them in both hands to feel them, they were so big compared to mine I loved the feel of them. Her humping continued till I had my first climax, after which I locked my ankles behind her waist and straightened my legs to squeeze her waist making her stop humping for a moment, then threw them apart suddenly so she could continue. It added a little extra excitement to the most beautiful clit to clit humping we loved. Slowly at first and building up to that guaranteed climax we would both enjoy, so different from a man who would cum when it pleased him, who seldom could control himself with little thought of my needs.

I could seldom cum with a man, I would be enjoying the ride when he would suddenly stop as he squirted his cum into me, I would be on a high approaching the crest when suddenly I’d feel him stiffen, then go slack and pull out of me leaving me frustrated, to bring myself to orgasm in the time honored method. Joan never failed to please me that way, clit to clit with my woman for me was by far the best way to enjoy a fuck. She was such a sweet lover, after we would lie in each others arms stroking one another, smiling and seeing the joy in each others eyes.

Finally she stopped and lay beside me, smiling and breathing heavily from the exertion. Then, smiling she said again, “Good morning.” We lay happily together for a few minutes, and then Joan got out of bad and went and made coffee. Once it was ready she brought it to me and we sat up in bed discussing what we might do the rest of the day. I suggested a shower first to which she readily agreed.

It was wonderful as the hot water cascaded down over us. We soaped and washed each other, paying particular attention to each others’ pussy. Her tits were so beautiful it was indeed a pleasure to wash then, and she obviously loved atasehir escort washing mine as well. We took our sweet time enjoying one another till when we felt the water turn cool, then we got out and dried one another.

Afterwards I watched as she shaved herself down there, then dried off as best as I could. Wrapping a towel over my wet hair I went back into the bedroom where she had me lie on the bed.

Joan got out a small device that she used to warm some massage oil, and while it was heating she began by having me lie on my tummy to give me a massage. She had given me massages before so I knew how delightful they were. As she started with my shoulders, I loved how her fingers would poke and probe.

The hot oil added an exotic touch to her hands as they worked their way down over my back to my bum where she delighted in paying particular attention to my ass cheeks. I opened my legs and loved how she moved down one leg, then the other, finally ending with my feet. Turning me over onto my back she now started working her way back up the front of my legs. I had my legs wide open and she knelt between them to continue massaging me around my pussy.

I was getting highly aroused and wanted to cum, but she just danced around my pussy to do my tummy. She was taking her sweet time with all of this, and I loved it, even though in a way it was agonizing. She continued up and paid particular attention to my tits. How we both loved it! The hot oil on her hands making them very slippery so she’d grip them, one in each hand. Her hands would slide up so they were gripping my nipples for a moment before sliding off altogether. And then she would repeat this. It was so arousing I couldn’t help myself and had the most beautiful orgasm – just from the attention she was paying to my tits! I called out as it hit and saw the smile which showed she knew that the pleasure was surging through me.

We we were both quite hungry and went out for lunch. I of course wore my new birthday present, both for her benefit and for mine. The silk felt so cool and smooth against my skin. Not being used to a garter belt I was conscious of wearing it. It made me feel really sexy. (Later I was to learn that some girls referred to it as wearing a “harness,” which they did to please their lover.) Of course, Joan was used to wearing garters and stockings because she was of her generation.

After lunch we went for a drive and stopped for a quiet drink. Funny how I felt so self-conscious, as if people could see what I was wearing, and this added to the thrill of wearing stockings. But could people tell that Joan and I were not just two women going out to lunch. That we were lovers! That we had made passionate love that involved explosive orgasms? Did they even suspect? We returned to the motel and crashed for a couple of hours before getting ready for Joan to take me out to dinner.

It was quite the drive anadolu yakası escort to a town near the Canadian border for a delightful seafood dinner. She was a lobster lover while I preferred the crab legs, and we both enjoyed lots of white wine. I was definitely getting hooked on the “good life”. Occasionally I would put a hand on my thigh to feel the garter strap through the material of my dress, knowing how sexy it made me feel.

After dinner she took me for a drive along the river and found a place where we could sit in the car and look out over the water. It was a clear cold night, and there were lots of stars. We also could see lights on the other side of the river on the Canadian side. Just sitting there, holding hands, felt wonderful. I would have loved to go paddle in the water because it looked so beautiful and calm in the moonlight.

She drove a different route back to our Motel, and we arrived around midnight. We both had that nice cozy feeling after a pleasant evening. Both were kind of tired, but didn’t want to go to bed. To help enjoy the moment Joan got some wine and poured us each a glass. Then she turned off most of the lights to give the room a romantic feeling.

She then went to the radio by the bed and found a station playing romantic music from the 60’s. Holding out her hand in an invitation to dance. It was wonderful, dancing cheek to cheek in the limited space of the room, where we could hold each other close. No fears about what others might think or say. I loved the smell of her perfume, and hoped I smelled as nice to her. She nibbled at my ear as our hands caressed each other, occasionally pressing our tummy’s into each other and our thighs prying the others’ legs apart. The music stopped for a commercial and we kissed. We unzipped each others dresses and stepped out of them. Then we sat for a moment to finish our wine.

We didn’t speak to one another. No words were needed. We just enjoyed each others’ silence until the music resumed. We got up to dance again, closer than before because we just had our bra’s and the silk of our panties between us. It was the tenderest, most romantic dance of my life. And holding her, just in her bra and panties, made me even more aware that I was dancing with a woman. A woman! My lover, my dance partner was another woman!

Our kisses became more urgent, tongues probing one another as we crushed our tits together. Feeling her tits against mine made me feel at once so naughty, and also so natural, like it was meant to be this way. Then I felt her hand inside my panties, her fingers lightly toying with my pubic hair. Not hard, not poking. Just letting me feel their presence. It was her way of saying, “I want your pussy, I love your pussy, your pussy is mine.”

The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed and the two of us tumbled onto it, still holding one another tight. Bras were undone and avrupa yakası escort dispensed with as her lips found my tits and her fingers slipped into my pussy. I held her head tightly against my tits, rolling onto my back as Joan had her way with me. She listening to my building moans till a cry announced my first climax. She nudged my panties down past my knees as she licked her way down to my belly button, stopping to nuzzle it. She moved around on her knees continuing to lick my tummy until I felt her tongue at my slit. Now I could reach her hips to push her panties down as she lay over me to better place her face between my legs.

I could smell her sex before I kissed it. Joan was wet and ripe. With my hands around her hips I pulled her pussy to my lips to taste her juices. She let me do this for a moment before shifting again to place her hands under my thighs. This brought my legs up as she pressed her tongue deep into my cunny, licking and sucking my clit till with a cry I had a gigantic orgasm. I gripped her head tightly between my thighs until the pleasure subsided. Then relaxing, we rolled onto our side to permit me to return the favor of pleasuring her pussy. Again so different from doing it with a man as we could take turns pleasing one another, to be multi orgasmic is a gift only women can enjoy without interruption

With my head on her thigh I began kissing and licking her nether lips, pushing her further onto her back as I did so. Now I was on top of her with my face between her legs, the smoothness of her nylons brushing my cheeks. I lifted her legs straight up for a moment as I wrapped my arms around her hips and proceeded to make love to her pussy with my tongue. Her cries of delight was music to my ears and I felt her buck under me. As her orgasm hit she did to me what I’d done to her – trapped my head between her thighs. I waited, feeling her convulsions slowly subside.

Now she opened her legs and collapsed onto the bed. Panting for breath, she waited until she felt me move. She turned around to take me in her arms and we kissed, tasting our own juices on each others face. The dim lights were still flickering, casting shadows around, the music from the radio still playing. But we just kissed and held each other. Two lovers who didn’t want to move.

We made love again in the morning. Then we had a leisurely bath together that was sensual but not really sexual, because we were both sexually content. In fact, more than content. I packed my birthday present away and put my pantyhose back on in preparation for leaving. We had a late lunch and then Joan took me to a bar for a few drinks, neither of us wanted the weekend to end. But the inevitable was coming. We had dinner together around 5 pm and then she drove me back to my residence. She had to leave because she had over a three hour drive to get home.

Fortunately my roommate was out with her boyfriend, so I was pleased to have the room to myself. I knew Chad would be wanting to see me. But, honestly, I didn’t feel like it. He couldn’t kiss like Joan, he couldn’t dance like Joan, he wasn’t romantic like Joan. And he certainly couldn’t make love like Joan. And I didn’t feel the same way about him. Instead I decided to have an early night, and went to bed.

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