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This is the third chapter of “My Fantasy Weekend”. You might find it beneficial to read chapter 1 and 2 because all these chapters will lead into the next.

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Our little surprise shopping excursion into the lingerie department was initially stressful, but ended up being a success. I have to pat myself on the back for not running out of there when I wanted to even though I was hopping mad at Julie for springing it on me, and then, embarrassing me in front of the sales girl. In the end, it turned out much better than it could have. I wasn’t even upset that Cathy, the sales girl, now knew for sure that I was a panty kind of guy. I mean, why would any of it matter now given the fact that she helped me pick some out. And besides, I got a nice blow job in the dressing room to cap it all off. So, as far as I was concerned, the shopping trip was a definite success.

As we walked through the mall, Julie suggested we stop at the Food Court for some fries and a cold drink before we headed back home. Heavens knows, I could use a rest after what I had been through, so, we strolled into the food court and waited in line to get a snack and a drink. There were a lot of people in line, so we just chatted about work and general stuff until we got to the front to make our order.

When our order was done, we found a table and sat down to eat. After a few minutes we were joking about buying the panties, trying them on, getting a blow job and our new friend, the sales girl, Cathy.

“Greg,” she asked, “Let’s just say I told you to go into the dressing room with Cathy to try on your panties, would you have done it?”

“That’s an unfair question,” I told her, “you heard her say guys weren’t allowed to go into the women’s fitting rooms.”

“I know,” Julie said, “but, she also said that women CAN go into the men’s fitting rooms. After all, I did. That’s how you got your blow job, remember?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “it was a good one, too. By the way, thanks.”

“So, back to my question,” she said, “hypothetically speaking, since she’s a lingerie professional, would you have gone in there with her if you could have?”

“I don’t know.” I said. “Maybe, it all depends. Would you let me do that?”

I reminded her that I would have to be partially naked in front of her. Not to mention the fact that that I would undoubtedly have a hard-on.

“You know, Greg, it would be a safe way to live out your exhibitionist fantasies. Think about it – if she willingly went in there with you under the pretense of you trying on panties, doesn’t it stand to reason that she’s accepting the fact that you’re going to be naked in front of her?”

I saw where this was going and decided I wasn’t going to spar with her on it. We had talked about my exhibitionist fantasies before. Quite recently, too. She dared me to let her friend catch me naked when she spent the night with us last week. Julie went as far as to tell me she would set it all up so it looked like an accident and was sure her friend would take it in stride. And, I almost went for it. The only thing that held me back is that we see her all the time, I mean usually twice a week, sometimes more.

Of course, Julie said because she was there so often, that’s exactly why it would work. In fact, it was almost inevitable something like that would eventually happen. Her reasoning was actually very logical. The more times she was over, the greater the chance of an ‘accidental exposure’. All I had to do was play along. I was still reluctant, so she backed off and nothing happened. But, she didn’t drop it.

She kept bringing it up. Since it is one of my favorite fantasies, I didn’t mind her talking about it at all, in fact, I wanted her to keep brining it up. We started talking about it every night in bed. She used to say “I know she would love it.” or “I bet she would love to see you masturbate.” Julie even told me about a conversation they had where Julie told her I had a big cock and this girl said “I’d love to see it sometime.”

Between the strap-on, the panties and her teasing me about exposing my self with her help, I was living large and walking around with a hard-on all day. We were having more sex than we ever had, and it was better than ever before.

So, I answered her question. “Yes, sure, I’d go in there with her. I would undress in front of her and I might even jack off if I thought it was okay to do that.” I said. “That is, providing I knew it was okay with you.”

“What if I told you right now that it was okay?” Julie asked. I could see she was serious. I could tell by the absence of a smile and the look in her eyes.

“No problem, Babe,” I said, “you set it up and I’ll go for it. In fact, for that matter, next time your friend comes over, I’ll let you guys walk in on me while I’m stroking my cock. And if anything comes up, I’ll just let you deal with it.” Even though I was trying to call her bluff, I meant every word I said. If she was going to set it up for me, why wouldn’t I go bursa escort bayan through with it?

“Whoa, hold on there big boy. That’s awful close to a dare and you know I can’t turn down a dare.” She said.

“Julie, if you put me in that position and give me that opportunity, then I’m going to take advantage of it.”

Just then our private conversation was interrupted with “Hey, you guys!”

We both heard and turned to see Cathy, our lingerie sales girl, standing there with a tray from the food court.

“Oh, Hi,” Julie said, “Isn’t this a coincidence. We were just talking about you.”

Cathy apologized for interrupting and tried to excuse herself, but, Julie invited her to sit with us. I sort of picked up on the fact that Julie was trying to make me feel uncomfortable, especially after the panty buying experience. We chatted about the mall, and she told us all about working for a large retailer and how she was gong to school during the day and working from two o’clock until the store closed.

After about 10 minutes of just general conversation, Cathy told us how glad she was we came in today. “It was so boring before you came in,” she told us, “I had fun helping you. I really think it’s great when guys come into our section. We don’t get that many, except close to Valentines Day and Christmas, that is.”

“Really?” Julie asked. “You don’t get many men in there?”

“Well,” Cathy said, “Not alone, I should say. We do get some guys that come in alone, but, they usually say they don’t need help, or they turn and walk out when we come over to help them.”

“Do you think they are shopping for themselves?” Julie asked?

“I don’t know, I’ve never really asked a man that.” Cathy answered, “Actually, I think that’s kind of cool, though.” Cathy looked down into her plate and scooted her food around while we all sat there silent for a second or two. Then she said “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Julie said, “When we left we both said how much we enjoyed having you help us. I think Greg enjoyed it, too. Didn’t you honey?”

I nodded my head and smiled at Cathy.

“In fact,” Julie went on, “Greg was saying that the experience he had with you was so good that he felt like he might even come in by himself some time. Maybe you can give him some fresh ideas.”

Cathy perked right up when Julie told her that. “Oh, that would be great, I can show you all the really cute things we have.”

“Greg, would you see if you can get me a strawberry shake over there for the drive home?” Julie said, pointing to an ice cream station in the food court.

“Sure, no problem.” I said. Without thinking about it, I got up and started to walk across the food court. After I was about 20 paces away, I started to think about the conversation Julie and I were having about trying on panties with Cathy when the girl walked up to us. I wondered if Julie was just trying to get rid of me for a while so she could try to arrange something. Seeing the long line for the ice cream station, I almost went back to the table. But, thinking better of it, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe the best thing I could do would be to stay away for a while and see where this leads.

I stood in line for a good 10 minutes before I got to the front of the line for Julie’s shake. Every now and then I nonchalantly glanced over to see what they were doing. Sure enough, they were chatting, smiling and laughing. Then, it looked to me like Cathy was writing something down. Now, that’s interesting. What would Julie be telling her that Cathy would be writing down? I finally arrived at the head of the line and ordered the strawberry shake. I turned and saw them talking again, but now they were bending in close together and my heart started to beat quickly. Was Julie setting me up?

I finally got the shake and made my way back to the table where Cathy and Julie were sitting. “Hey, Sweetie,” Julie said, “thanks for waiting in line for me. Guess what? Cathy told me she would do some looking around to see if she can find some different things you might like from the lingerie department! Maybe you can get some new ideas on styles, colors and things.”

I wanted to make sure I played this exactly right. What could I say that was supportive, appreciative and left the door open for me?

“Cathy,” I said, “that’s very generous of you and I don’t know what to say. This whole thing is a little, well….. embarrassing for me, and it’s nice of you to offer to help. Thanks a lot. Really, I mean it, thank you.”

“Oh, don’t mention it, Greg. It will be a lot of fun and we’ll see if we can find you some really cute things.” She said. Looking at her watch, she started to quickly gather her belongings saying that she had to be back to work in five minutes.

We said our good-byes and she turned to leave. As she walked away, Julie turned to me and smiled. “Well,” she said, “I think the ball is about görükle escort to be in your court now, Sweetie.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked her.

“Cathy and I had a little talk while you were kind enough to get my shake.” She said.

“Well, I figured that part out already.” I told her.

Julie proceeded to give me the blow by blow detail of their conversation. I listened patiently as she told me everything.

I guess it started out by Julie telling Cathy how much she appreciated her giving me a good shopping experience today. In return, Cathy told her she thought it was really fun to help a male customer that was shopping for himself, and added she would love to do it again. Julie told her that I was starting to wear panties everyday and we were having a bit of a hard time finding panties that would hold me in all the time. At first, Cathy didn’t understand, but Julie told her that I was ‘bigger than average’ and I always seemed to have problems keeping my ‘private parts’ inside the panties, which is actually the truth.

Cathy asked what style I had been wearing and Julie told her that up to now, I had been wearing her bikini style panties. Cathy told her that maybe what I needed was something with more coverage, something bigger than a bikini. Julie told her that she liked it when I wore the bikinis around the house because it shows me off better, especially when I get hard.

I thought Julie was BS’ing me and I asked her if she really said that. She told me she did, and according to Julie, Cathy thought it was hilarious. But, Cathy also told her she totally understood, and maybe what I needed was a style I could wear to work under my regular clothes, and then some I could wear at home when it was okay to be more daring. Julie fully agreed. What I really needed, she said, was a full supply of my own undies – some for work and some for play.

I was shocked when I learned she told Cathy that I might be “discovering my feminine side” and she wanted me to feel free to explore that. Additionally, she confided in Cathy that I was extremely embarrassed to shop by myself. What I needed was someone who knew about lingerie, someone I could talk to openly about what I wanted to wear and someone who would understand the sensitive nature of a man going through all of this. Lastly, Julie told her that even though I couldn’t admit it yet, she thought I needed to explore all the offerings of the lingerie department and not just concentrate on the panties.

Julie admitted to me that she stretched the truth a little bit. “A little bit?” I asked. “My feminine side? Where the hell did that come from?”

Julie reached out to put her hand over mine and said something which I totally feared. “Honey, well, it kind of makes sense, doesn’t it? You’ve graduated to wearing panties everyday, and now, you’ve bought some of your own. You’ve been enjoying the strap-on and you told me that you’ve had some bi-curious thoughts. That sure sounds a little feminine to me. Now, don’t get me wrong, Sweetie, I don’t mean any of that negatively. The truth is… I’m actually pretty damn proud of you.”

I looked directly at her. In the brief instant that it took me to replay the significant events of the last several months in my head, I had to admit that it might look that way. But, was it true? Did all this add up to mean I had a feminine side and was trying to discover it?

Julie told me that Cathy immediately volunteered to help, saying that we could come in anytime she was there and she would dedicate herself to helping me fill out my wardrobe. That was exactly what Julie wanted to hear, but, “There’s still a small problem” Julie told her.

“What’s that?” Cathy asked.

Julie told her she felt it was better if I did my shopping alone, so that Julie didn’t influence my interest and selections. “No problem,” Cathy said, “just send him in and I’ll take care of him personally.”

“That’s great,” Julie said, “But, does that mean you’ll go into the fitting room to make sure everything fits for him?” Cathy reminded Julie that men weren’t allowed in the fitting rooms.

Julie suggested she might have to go into the men’s fitting room with me. “Oh, no,” Cathy told her, “I can’t do that. It’s against store policy. If one of the men’s department associates saw a woman sales associate go into their dressing room with a male customer, I could be fired on the spot.”

Then Julie asked “Well, how about a different store, then?”

Cathy started to catch on now. She asked Julie if there would be any problem with her doing that – being in the fitting room with me while I tried on different things. “I don’t see why not,” Julie answered, “If it’s standard policy across most stores to allow women that are shopping with men to go into the men’s fitting areas, I guess that will work. That is….. unless that’s too weird for you.”

Cathy asked her straight out “Let me make sure I understand inegöl escort this, you’re telling me it’s going to be okay if I’m in the fitting room with your husband while he’s changing clothes – trying on panties? You know he’s going to be, uh, uncovered?”

“Yes,” Julie answered, “I realize that, and it’s fine with me if you’re willing to do it.”

Julie told me Cathy’s eyes lit up and she started to smile. As Julie hoped, Cathy couldn’t agree fast enough to be my personal lingerie consultant. She was beaming at the whole idea and even asked Julie if this was on the level.

“Yes, Cathy,” Julie said, “I’m being totally honest with you. I know he’s going to be exposed, but, I trust him, and I think I can trust you, too. Oh, one thing you do need to know is that he’s almost always ‘excited’ when he’s wearing panties.”

“You mean ‘excited’ as in ‘erection’?” Cathy asked.

“That’s exactly what I mean, Cathy. Would that bother you?” Julie said.

“Heck no,” Cathy answered, “that wouldn’t bother me at all, not one bit! That would be just so cool.”

“Look,” Julie added, “he knows how to take care of that if it gets to be too big of a problem. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell him. He knows what to do.”

“OH MY GOSH!” Cathy exclaimed. “That would be amazing! I swear I would be totally okay with it. I’ve never seen a guy do that, uh, all the way. Are you sure he’ll do it in front of me?”

Julie told her I had something of an exhibitionist streak in me and she was sure I would be completely willing to be naked and masturbate in front of her. She also promised she would talk to me about not being a problem and doing exactly what Cathy said while we were out.

Julie told me that Cathy was more than excited and eager to help out, in fact, now she had a lot more questions. She asked if it was okay for her to touch me while I was trying on clothes in order to check and adjust the fit. Julie told her that was fine. “Even if he’s trying on panties?” Cathy asked. “Of course,” Julie answered, “He needs to get the right size and we need to make sure his balls won’t come out of the leg holes and that his wienie will fit inside.”

“He’s bigger than average?” Cathy asked.

“Yes,” Julie said, “and that’s been part of our problem, he’s got a lot down there. When he gets hard, it’s worse, so you’re going to have to check for that and take his size into consideration when you’re checking for fit.”

“And, you’re sure he’s going to be okay with all of this?” Cathy asked. “Even, jacking off, uh, I mean masturbating in front of me?”

“It’s okay to say ‘jacking off’, Cathy, and trust me,” Julie answered, “he won’t complain a bit. He might be embarrassed at first, but that won’t last long. “

Julie paused for a minute and then asked “Cathy, I hope you don’t mind if I ask this, but, do you have much experience with men? How old are you, can I ask that?”

“I’m 18, and no, I don’t have a lot of experience.” She sighed and told Julie that with school, working and her irregular personal schedule, she didn’t date much. “But,” Cathy said, “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you mean.”

Julie told her it wasn’t that at all, but, she was kind of surprised that Cathy hadn’t seen a man masturbate to climax before, finally telling her. “Cathy, the more you’re around men, you’ll find out they masturbate, or, jack off, a lot. So, don’t be surprised about that – ever, and don’t be surprised if they want you to watch. And, I’ll tell you this…. you can learn a lot by watching them.”

“Like what?” Cathy asked.

“Well, for example,” Julie said, “how they really like to be touched. If you watch them, you’ll know how to touch them yourself. Personally, for me, I’ve never turned down the chance to watch any man stroke himself, and especially with Greg. I’m sure you’ll see what I mean. Besides, it will make him cum faster if you do.”

Finally, Cathy asked why Julie wasn’t the one shopping with me and why it seemed Julie was so willing to let me be naked and jacking off in front of her.

That was something I wanted to hear about, too, but, hadn’t asked up to now and I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so, I just kept my mouth shut.

“Cathy, I’m going to tell you this in confidence, okay? And this is the complete and honest truth.” Julie told her.

“Okay. I understand.” Cathy answered.

Julie told her that she loved me very much, more than any other person she ever knew. Then told her how we had been experimenting with fantasies and different kind of things to keep our sex life fresh and new. About how I had granted her two of her greatest fantasies and frankly, she wanted to allow me the chance to try out some of the things I had fantasized about. Julie didn’t want me to go out to find a hooker or a mistress to do these things, so, she decided to take it upon herself to give me these opportunities so I wouldn’t have to go somewhere else for them. She added that if Cathy was willing, she could be a part of it.

My heart sank as she spoke. Everything came into focus and I saw my wife, my darling wife, sitting there with a tear in her eye as she touched my hand and said “Greg, I do love you more than you could ever know, and what I just told you is exactly what I told Cathy and is the honest truth.”

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This story is pure fantasy, real life doesn’t work like this, it’s just for fun. It starts off mild but may later involve all sorts of humiliating and kinky things.

Melinda pulled up to the curb, parking her car, curbing the wheels, and turning off the CD player i a few automatic motions. Even as she did, she was pulling out her cell, dialing up her office to make sure she had everything covered for the weekend. It was a Friday afternoon, but Melinda had not become one of the more successful businesswomen in her city by not being thorough.

When she was sure she had done everything she needed to do before starting her weekend, the 56 year old clicked off her cell, put it back in her purse, and emerged from her sleek red convertible. She strolled up the walk to her rural lakeside home, her high heels clicking on the concrete, humming a cheerful tune as walked.

Melinda Norris was a tall woman, easily 5’10” in her bare feet, and she had a figure that age had merely put a few extra curves on. With her long and still mostly-naturally blonde hair worn down her back, and a face that was marked mainly by laugh lines, she looked not so much younger than her age as a beautiful example of a grown woman. She worked hard to maintain her appearance, both because it was an asset in her professional life and because, as she was honest enough to admit to herself, she was vain about it and liked the attention she got from men because of it.

As she reached the front door of her house, and let herself inside, she called out, “I’m home!”

Silence was the response.

She stepped inside, and said again, a little louder, “I’m home!”

Again the only response was silence.

Melinda looked puzzled for a moment, looking around, but the house seemed normal, if empty and quiet. After a moment a disappointed look crossed the widow’s features.

She sighed, slipped off her high heels, and padded to the kitchen in her stockinged feet to get herself a snack, and as she entered the kitchen the lights came on and the air was filled with a loud yell of “SURPRISE!”

A dozen people were waiting for her in her kitchen, a huge banner had been spread across one wall reading: ‘Happy 56th birthday!’ and right in the middle of the crowd were five people she was especially delighted to see, her son Neil and his wife Jean, and next to Jean was Melinda’s daughter Cathy, and with Neil and Jean were her twin granddaughters Bethany and Briana. Standing beside Cathy was Cathy’s husband Steven.

“You-!” Melinda said, laughing in delight. “I was starting to think you’d all forgotten, or had something better to do!”

“Never, Grandma!” bursa escort bayan Bethany said as she hugged the older woman. “We’ve been planning this for ages!”

Along with her family were several close friends, and sitting on the kitchen table was a huge cake with 56 glowing candles.

“You know,” Melinda said as she sat down at the table, surrounded by her friends and family, “you didn’t absolutely have to put all fifty-six candles on the cake! That’s kind of rubbing it in!”

“Oh quit complaining, Mel,” her best friend Tina Stafford said laughing. “When I turned 53 you planted 53 signs advertising it in my yard!”

“Yeah, Grandma, besides, the candles are a challenge!” Briana said.

Uh oh, Melinda thought nervously, here it comes!

“Dare I ask what kind of challenge?” Melinda asked nervously. In her circle of friends and family, birthday parties were known to get a little wild and crazy.

“Simple, Mom,” Neil said from where he was preparing punch. “If you manage to blow out all the candles on your first try, we’ll let you out of your birthday spankings!”

Melinda’s jaw dropped.

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope, he’s not, Mom,” Cathy laughed. “You have a birthday spanking come from me, from Neil, from Jean and Steven, and from Bri and Beth, but you can spare your fanny if you manage to blow out all the candles!”

Melinda looked from daughter to son, to son-in-law to daughter-in-law, to the twins, and saw six evil if loving smiles, and sighed, “You’re not kidding!”

“Not a bit of it, they’re quite serious!” Tina said. “After what you did to me at my last birthday, I really want to see you get it, too!”

“So come on, Grandma!” Brian urged, “blow out the candles! Let’s see if you can do it!”

Nervously drawing a deep breath, Melinda stood up and leaned forward, and closed her eyes and blew as hard as she could!

A moment later she opened her eyes…and saw that there were at least a dozen candles still burning in spite of her best efforts. Amid the general laughter and teasing, Melinda said with a mixture of dismay and amusement, “I guess it looks like my poor fanny is in for a hot time!”

Before they cut the cake, they ate the catered meal that her children had arranged, and along with excellent sandwiches and soup there were bottles of good wine, which flowed freely. Even the twins, who at 19 were technically too young, were imbibing, but nobody seemed inclined to stop them. By the time the meal was over and it was time to cut the cake, most of the guests and the birthday girl were at least slightly tipsy, though nobody was really osmangazi escort quite drunk. The volume of the laughter had risen, the mood was lighter and less restrained.

After the meal was over, Neil and Cathy handed Melinda a knife to cut the cake, removing the now cold candles as they did, and Melinda served up slices of the chocolate cake to her relatives and friends, keeping a big piece for herself, a piece with a thick swirl of chocolate icing, and enjoyed every delicious, horribly fattening bite, vowing to herself as she did that she would go to the gym religiously all week to make up for it.

After the meal was over, it was time for the games, and everyone was tipsy enough that many inhibitions of dignity were fading fast. Tina said to the assembled group, “Since I was the last birthday girl, it’s my turn to organize a little fun for Melinda here!”

A general laugh rose. Melinda laughed too, but remembering what she and the others had done to and with Tina on her 53rd birthday, she couldn’t help but be a little nervous and afraid, ‘paybacks are a bitch’, after all, was an old saying because it was true!

“OK, first things first,” Tina said, “it’s Melinda’s birthday, and therefore I think she’s just a little bit overdressed. Melinda, I’ll leave it up to you, do you want to spend the rest of party in your birthday suit voluntarily, or do we have to do it the hard way?”

Melinda gasped and blushed, and said, “You’re not serious?!”

Tina and the others laughed and Tina said, “I’ll take that as a ‘the hard way’. Neil and Steven, you two hold her while Cathy and Jean and the girls do the honors!”

“Now wait just a minute-” Melinda started to protest, but even as she was she felt her arms being held, carefully but firmly, by her son and son-in-law, while her daughter, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters, with wicked smiles, approached her.

“Don’t you dare, Catherine Diane! I mean it, don’t you even try it-“

Melinda’s protests might have been more effective if she had been able to keep laughter out of her voice as the guys lifted her up, and her 34 year old daughter and 19 year old granddaughters began pulling at her clothing, her feeble struggles not giving them much difficulty at all. Cathy was unbuttoning her blouse, and Briana and Bethany had her skirt halfway down her legs in spite of her half-serious efforts to stop them, her son and son-in-law held her firmly, toes off the ground, so there was not actually that much she could do to stop her determined family from stripping her!

Melinda felt hands behind her, which she knew gemlik escort to be Jean, pulling off the blouse Cathy had unbuttoned, her son and son-in-law adjusting their holds on her arms to make it easier as she did, and then she felt Jean undoing the clasps of her bra! Cathy pulled the bra off from the front, letting her C-cup tits tumble out, and now the twins were busily pulling her pantyhose down and off!

Moments later Neil and Steven set her back on her now-bare feet, blushing hot and naked as a jaybird! They had even taken her wrist-watch for the sake of completeness, she was literally wearing nothing that she had not been wearing on the day she came into the world 56 years earlier!

Everyone ignored her sputtering protests, she had one hand covering her boobs and one hand over her crotch, as the crowd clapped and laughed and whistled.

“Give me back my clothes, you-!” she demanded, but that met with a loud roar of good-natured refusal.

“Sorry, Mom,” Cathy said as gathered up her mother’s clothes into an armful and dropped them into a bag, “but that’s just not gonna happen! In fact, you’re not getting any clothes back until Monday morning!”

“WHAT?!

“You heard her, Mel,” Tina said. “That was my idea, but your family loved it, it’s your birthday weekend so it just seems appropriate you spend it wearing your birthday suit!”

Melinda spluttered in dismay, but even as she did she felt her son Neil’s strong hands on her arms again, as he gently but irresistibly pulled her limbs away from her boobs and pussy.

“Relax, Mom!” he commanded. “Everyone here is over 18 and you don’t have anything other people don’t have, just go with the flow!”

“What, I have a choice?” Melinda asked wryly, her naturally ebullient sense of humor starting to catch up with her sense of sheer embarrassment. “How do you plan to enforce the no clothes rule all weekend, anyway, young man?”

“Simple,” Neil said, kissing her on the cheek. “Jean and I and Cathy and Steve and the girls are staying for the weekend, to make sure you don’t get dressed and escape!”

“Hold still, Melinda, this may tickle a bit,” she heard Tina say, and felt something on her belly. Looking away from Neil she saw that her best friend was using a magic marker to write on her bare belly!

“Happy…Birthday…Melinda….56…years….old….today!” Tina said as she wrote. It did tickle a bit but Melinda did not try to resist, knowing it was futile.

“Let me have the marker,” Jean said to Tina, and Melinda felt her daughter-in-law writing something on her bare buns!

“What did you just put there, Jean?!” Melinda demanded.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Mel,” her daughter-in-law giggled.

In fact she had written ‘spank hard’ across her mother-in-law’s bare bottom, for later, but nobody saw any reason to tell the birthday girl that.

“Now it’s time for the first party game!” Tina announced.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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2 – Hurry

Background/update

In my last story, my new subject Muffin and I had our first live session. He is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5′ 7″ and 160 pounds. He is quite submissive and seems to be aroused by a number of fetishes, but he professes to be most interested in being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve in various ways.

When we first started corresponding he did not have a girlfriend, although recently he indicated he has started casually dating a woman named Tammy.

The session I am about to describe comes two sessions after the one in my last story. The intervening session was fairly similar to the first one and included additional obedience drills. I’ve decided to omit describing them as somewhat repetitive.

By way of closing some open ends, Muffin completed all of the homework assigned at the end of his first session. He arranged a new e-mail address and bought me a nice keychain with Muffin engraved on it.

His journal of times touching his cock seemed a little incomplete and I rebuked him for this. He pledged to do better before the session I will shortly describe.

His gift to his girlfriend Tammy was a pair of back-seamed stay-up stockings. He asked her to go out for dinner and dancing and encouraged her to wear the stockings telling her he thought she’d look great in them. She apparently gave Muffin a hard time about his motives suggesting he thought she was easy.

She did wear them however and they had a nice time. Muffin reported that they “kissed a little” at the end of the date, but she broke it off before things went any farther.

One of his homework items for the session described below was to ask his girlfriend’s permission to make a further move with her during a following date.

Session plan

I have obtained a room at a designated hotel. Muffin is to arrive promptly at 5pm. I am wearing a tight, red knit, above the knee, cowl neck sweater dress, black leggings and shiny black stiletto knee boots. It is a very form fitting and sexy outfit. We will review prior assignments and will play a game to test self control.

* * * * *Session transcript * * * * *

Knock, knock

“Greetings Muffin. Come in, strip, and stick your wallet, keys, personal items and shoes in the safe in the closet next to you. Fold the rest of your clothes neatly, then crawl to kneel before me with your journal.”

I seat myself on the corner of the bed. Muffin crawls naked to a spot two feet in front of me. After about two minutes, without a word, I slide my left foot forward.

(Subject kisses the toe of the left boot I have extended) “Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ (Subject kisses the toe of the right boot) ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Very good Muffin, it appears you are trainable after all. Please stand.”

Muffin stands, in place, head down.

I slip a blindfold over his head and adjust it.

“Can you see anything?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Good, hands above your head, close together.”

I stand and fasten him into padded leather hand-cuffs with limited play between the cuffs.

“Very nice Muffin, you may lower your hands. I see you have a hard little dickie for me. You must like being restrained in addition to all of your other weaknesses. The only good thing about this is it will be easier to lock this cock and ball ring on you.”

Mistress clicks a ring in place at the base of the subject’s cock and fastens it closed with a small padlock. A short length of leather with a small bell on the end of it has been knotted onto the ring and dangles between the subject’s legs. The bell gently tinkles when the subject moves.

“Kneel before me while I tell you a bit about our plans for today. I hope you got a good look at me in my very sexy outfit because it might be the last you see of me today depending on how you do. A friend will be meeting me here at 7pm and you have some tasks you need to perform before then.

As you may have figured out, in order to leave this room in any type of presentable manner, you’ll need to earn the key to the lock on your cuffs and the lock on your balls. You’ll also probably want the combination to the safe to get your belongings.

I’m sure my friend will be quite prompt and will probably get a good laugh at seeing you in whatever state you might be in, unless of course you earn your way out first. I’ve set the alarm clock for 7 pm so you’ll know when your time is up.

Lets start by reviewing your little penis journal shall we? I had some questions about the accuracy of it last time, so perhaps before I look you can tell me how you did. Can you tell me how many times you jacked off since our last session….hmmmm must have been just less than two weeks ago.”

“I have only jacked off twice Ma’am.”

“Twice? Really, in two weeks? A sissy like you I would have expected a number more like 20 times or maybe more. Why only twice? Were you sick? In a coma? Why?”

“Last session you escort bursa seemed to be angry at my lack of control. You said I came too quickly, so I practiced controlling my orgasms Ma’am.”

“Admirable, but I’m still not sure I understand.”

“I edged myself a number of times, but I only actually came twice. Once last Saturday after my date and then once yesterday, so I would be able to last for you today, Ma’am.”

(Opening journal) “Hmmmm. I see what you’ve done. This isn’t really what I had in mind. You seemed to have created a bit of a loop hole between edging and actually working yourself off to completion…..let’s see here, how many edges did you record….I count thirty one times does that seem right?”

“I guess so Ma’am. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Hmmm this really won’t do at all. If more control is what you want, more control is what you’ll get. You have brought this on yourself. Not cheating really, but I think a breach of my intent.

I think its time for a new rule related to your journal and handling of that tiny little cock of yours. Starting now you will only be allowed to jack yourself off three times in a week and no more than five times in two weeks. Never two days in a row either. Starting now there is no distinction between edging or cumming. If you touch it to make it hard, it goes in the journal and is subject to these limits. Clear?”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am. I wasn’t trying to cheat. I thought I was doing something good, limiting myself and all.”

“Well there’s the mistake isn’t it. Thinking. Thinking with your little head too, no doubt. Let’s also change this journal. You don’t need to record anything other than your little wank sessions. It will be a jack-off journal I suppose.

When you record it I want lots of details– how you did it, what made you want to do it, what you thought about when doing it, how long it took, how you cleaned up, every detail of your little session. It will no longer be a private pleasure, you will share every bit of it with me.

Don’t even think of cheating, I will know if you don’t record every session and every detail. I can crack a sissy like you in a second. Your face and the lie detector between your legs would give you away. You’ve failed with this journal twice already. There won’t be a third time.”

“Yes Ma’am. I understand.”

“Well my plan was for you to worship my boots for one minute per orgasm, but clearly that won’t do. I’m not sure how to judge thirty-one edges if those should count more or less. I’m going to say you have seventeen minutes of boot worship, fifteen minutes for the edges and two for the actual times you came. You may start now, I’m sitting right in front of you. You may kiss and lick my boots, but do not slobber. Begin.”

Muffin begins actively kissing the toe, top and sides of mistress’ boot. His bell tinkles occasionally as he adjusts position. I flip though the journal for a minute or two then hike up my dress and begin gently rubbing myself through my panties and leggings – his mistake has given me a delightful idea, which I am sure will prove quite entertaining and I am aroused thinking about how he will respond.

After the allotted 17 minutes:

“That will be quite enough, you may stop. It’s time for you to answer a few questions. I’ve been looking at your journal and I think you need to provide me a little more detail about your two actual jack-off session. Maybe you can begin with the one last night where it says you were thinking about me. Why don’t you describe your fantasy in detail hmmmmm?”

(Blushing beneath the blindfold) “Yes Ma’am. I was just thinking of you and our last session. How pretty you looked at our last session, your sexy black stockings and the heels and I imagined that you had forced me to be your maid and to serve you and I kept thinking of what that would be like and eventually I couldn’t control myself and just came in my hand.”

“Do you think I like the fact you masturbated while thinking about me? Do you think that pleases me Muffin?”

“I’m, I don’t, I mean, I guess I’m sorry Ma’am.”

“You’re not sorry Muffin, don’t lie to me. I know pretty sissies like you get little submissive thoughts in your head and can’t control themselves. I know that. That’s why you’re all hard right now aren’t you. You’re hard from kissing my boot and hard because I’m making you kneel before me. I’m sure if I ordered you to cum on my boot you would beg for the chance to do it and then beg me to lick it up afterward. I know you are weak and have no control.

Maybe you should tell me about this little session after your date. With Tammy I suppose. Tammy “the four”, with the cute butt. Tell me about that session.”

“Um, well, yes Mistress, of course Ma’am. It was Tammy. We had gone out and it was nice and we went back to her place”

“You whacked off at her place? Really?”

“No its, well, Ma’am you….my homework was….you know, to ask for permission. So after the date we went to her place and görükle escort we were kissing and I asked her if it would be ok if I rubbed her breasts and well, she didn’t want to at first but then she said O.K. So I did and…..”

“What about her, did she take care of you? Did she give you a few strokes on the old sissy stick.”

(Red faced) “She did, she rubbed me there a little, but then just when it seemed like things might go a little farther she broke off and said that was enough. She said it was her period.”

“Hmmm. The old “on my period” excuse. I’ll bet. More likely she got a feel of your little thing and decided it wasn’t worth it. Could that be it?”

“I don’t know Ma’am. I hope not. Anyway she had me worked up, so I went home and rubbed one out.”

“Rubbed one out thinking about pretty Tammy. Tammy the four. I’m sure she’d have been very proud of that. She probably doesn’t get guys rubbing one out thinking about her very often. Maybe you should tell her? Tell her how hot she made you. I’m sure she’d help you out next time. What do you think?”

“I doubt it Ma’am. Tammy’s not like that too much.”

“She seems like she’d be a good tease and denial mistress for you. Would you like that Muffin? Would you like Tammy to control your orgasms? Make you beg for them?”

“I don’t think so Ma’am….she….I don’t think.”

“Do you know her phone number Muffin? Have you learned it?”

“Umm yes, yes Ma’am.”

“Good. Maybe I should give her a call and tell her what kind of boy you are. Tell her how much you like to serve women? How you whack off thinking about her. How about that…”

(Very nervous) “No, no please. Please don’t Ma’am.”

“I think maybe you should trade one of your locks for her phone number. What do you think of that?”

“Please Ma’am. Don’t do that.”

“Yes, I think that’s quite a fair trade. You give me the number and I’ll release your cuffs. That’s the deal. Stay in the cuffs or give me the number. You have a lot to do still and the clock is ticking. The number for a lock or you can decline and see what other opportunities present themselves. Which is it?”

(Head bowed submissively) “I’m sure I shouldn’t but her number is 555-1234, Ma’am. Please go easy on me, please.”

Bending down I unlock the hand cuffs.

“You need to trust me Muffie. I’ve always been fair and discrete. I might not even call her right away. I might save it for when you displease me and I’m sure you will sometime.

I bet she would like to know how you’ve been training to be a sissy maid though. As a budding T&D mistress she might like to know that. Maybe she’d like a little advice from me about how to control you, too. We could meet for lunch sometime….that would be a nice girls lunch. Me and Tammy the four talking about training our Muffin.

Look at you. Its making you drip isn’t it? The idea of your girlfriend and mistress ganging up on you? Dominated by two women.”

“Please, Ma’am. Please. It’s….I’m sorry.”

“Ohhh lookie at all that pre cum. You are so into this….”

(More emphatically) “Please, Ma’am, I’m begging. She wouldn’t. She’s…”

“Shhhh, shhhh, there, there muffie. I’m not interested in calling her right now. But it’s nice to know how much that worries you. It’s hard to believe but Tammy is another one of your weak spots. I’m going to need to think of another homework assignment involving her.

My goodness, look at the time. We still have a lot to do this session. Today I have a little game you need to play. Are you ready? Are you ready for a game?”

“Yes. I’m ready. Thank you Ma’am, about Tammy.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet Muffin. I’ve made no decisions on that and I will call her when I please. Please pick a number between one and ten.”

“I’ll pick five Ma’am.”

“Good. So this is how this game is going to work. We’re going to get you dressed up in your sissy maid clothes and we’re going to practice some control with a little edging. It’s interesting that you had been practicing already isn’t it?

So you picked five, so that will be five times you will need to edge. After each edge, I’ll let you beg me for a piece of pretty sissy maid clothing. Here’s the thing though. Your total time edging must total 20 minutes over the five edges. Each minute you are short of that total you will need to spend five minutes standing in the corner like a bad sissy. Understand?”

“Yes Ma’am. Ok, begin when I say go. I want to see nice firm strokes. Say ‘edge’ when you are close, but don’t stop until I say stop. Go.”

Subject begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. The little bell between his legs beats out an embarrassing steady jingling, tinkling noise as he does so.

“Edge”

“Ok Stop. Not bad, that was four minutes and twenty-five seconds. You have a choice now. You can take a two minute break and then beg me for a pair of frilly ankle sox or you can start begging now, and then rest until five minutes bursa otele gelen escort are up. In any case, you will begin your edge again in five minutes. Your choice?”

“I’ll rest first, Ma’am”

“Fine. Lean forward keep your nose pressed to the toe of my boot. I’ll let you know when the begging should begin.”

Two minutes pass in that position. I rub myself again at the sight of my naked submissive with his nose pressed into my boot. There was something very arousing about hearing the bell tinkle as he masturbated himself. I hadn’t thought how delightfully humiliating that would be for him. I love the sexual power I am developing, it’s very fulfilling. I can feel my juices start to flow.

“Beg me”

For a minute or so he begs along these lines. “Please mistress, please may I have a pretty frilly pair of sissy sox? I want them so much Ma’am. Please may I have them, Please?”

Mistress takes the frilly sox from a bag beside her and dangles them up to his lips, just brushing them. “Kiss them, thank me, and put them on. Then back to resting position with your nose on my toe until I say begin again.”

Kissing the sock as he takes it from my hand. “Thank you Ma’am. Thank you for the pretty ankle sox.”

Muffin commences putting them on, which is difficult with the blindfold still on and then resumes position as ordered.

“Begin your edge again.”

Subject sits up and begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. Again the bell tinkles steadily in response to his submission. “Edge”

“OK. That was four minutes. You are up to eight minutes and twenty five seconds. Rest.”

Subject resumes resting position. I stick my hand down into my panties and begin fingering myself in my now very moist slot. I continued for almost three minutes. Towards the end I’m sure subject could hear a few moist squishy sounds as I pulled my fingers in and out of my very wet hole.

“Begin begging for earrings now.”

“Please mistress, may I have a pretty pair of earrings. It’s important for this sissy maid to look nice and I would really like to wear a pair of pretty earrings. It would make my face look very girly and soft. Please.”

“Enough. Sit up so I can clip them on you and then resume your resting position for about one minute.”

Earrings are clipped on, subject resumes his position. I roll down the top of my leggings a bit to improve my access. The faint scent of my arousal begins to float in the air.

“Begin”

Subject begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. The sound of the bell is incredibly arousing to me as a symbol of his submission. I rub myself steadily and it feels amazing.

“Edge”

“Mmmm not so good that time. You’re getting behind. That’s only three minutes and 15 seconds, so you have eleven minutes and forty seconds with two more to go. You’ll need to average almost five minutes each to avoid the corner. Rest now. Try not to notice what I’m doing up here. Your submission is very arousing. I love a little sissy maid on her knees before me.”

I resume fingering myself making no effort to hide the pleasure I feel or be discrete. I moan several times and the squelching sound of my fingers is very obvious. As subject sits back up I can see that his hard on didn’t go down much at all.

“You may beg me for a bra this time.”

“Please mistress, please let me try a pretty bra. I’ve never had a bra before and I would be so proud to have one from you. Please Ma’am, I’d really like to wear a bra over my sensitive sissy nipples…”

“Put your arms out.” I fasten the bra around him.

“Resume your resting position.”

Seeing him with his nose pressed to my boot wearing a bra and sissy ankle socks is making my clit buzz. Its such a servile pose for him and his obedience and begging is effecting me much more that I had expected. I give myself a few more gentle rubs before telling him to continue.

“Begin.”

Muffin begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down the bell jingling at every stroke. I begin firmly rubbing myself as soon as he begins. He can’t help but notice the noise of my juices and gasps of pleasure.

“Edge”

“That didn’t take long. Two minutes and fifteen seconds. You are at thirteen minutes and fifty five seconds. I doubt you’re going to make it to the end. Go ahead and beg for your panties right now.”

His voice was a little breathy since he had clearly been holding his breath and straining to make it even as long as he did.

“Please mistress, please. Please can I have a pair of panties. You know how much I love panties. If it pleases you this sissy would like to wear panties for you. Please, pretty please…”

I let him keep it up for well over two minutes rubbing circles around my clit and occasionally laughing at him as he begs. Finally I rub the panties across his chest before placing them in his hand.

He’s dripping pre-cum and was evidently very close to cumming from his last edge. I help him a bit as he puts them on, still blindfolded

“Resting position. I’ll generously give you an extra minute or two.”

“Thank you Ma’am”

It may have seemed generous, but after he spends five minutes listening to me rub myself he may think otherwise. I lie back on the bed and briskly insert my middle finger and then another and another.

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I woke up with this story in my head one morning- I don’t know if it was a dream or just an idea, but I liked it so here it is.

“You can put your cold feet on me any time.” Matt and I wrote our wedding vows, and this was part of mine. I married a dairy farmer. Coming to bed in the middle of the night with cold feet is part of the job. Matt’s vows to me included something along the lines of, “Don’t take what I say when we are working cattle personally.” That got a laugh, and it turns out it was pretty good advice too. Matt isn’t a huge yeller, but working cattle brings out colorful language in most everyone.

My cousin Mia (a nursing student) had stopped by to visit us and our new-born baby. It was unseasonably warm for March, so she and I were sitting in the warm sun on the front porch, the baby napping between us in a car seat.

“How is breastfeeding going?”

“It was kind of painful at first, but I am getting used to it.”

“I got to follow a lactation specialist around for one of my nursing practicals.”

“How did that go?”

“It was interesting, how the whole process works, with your milk coming in and the difficulties new babies have latching on.”

“We haven’t had too many problems with that. This little one has gained a pound since birth already. I think I have enough milk for twins. It’s like my body is making milk out of pure love, ‘here is my milk-think of it as love.’ I suppose that’s the hormones.”

We basked silently in the sun for a few minutes, watching my husband, Matt across the yard in the corrals. After some gate-banging he headed our way with purpose. I shifted forward in my chair, knowing what was coming.

“Beth, Hon, can I borrow you for a bit?” Matt called out as he got close to us, “I need help sorting a pen of cows. Can you run the gate while Mia is here to watch the baby?” “Hi, Mia,” he added as an afterthought.

“Sure,” I got up and trailed after Matt to the barn where I found a pair of overboots and followed him into the corrals. Matt had me run a swinging gate while he funneled the cows towards me, sort of in single file. The idea was that I would use the gate to sort the cows either into a pen or the alley behind me by swinging the gate open to the pen or open to the alley. Most of our cows are gentle, so I mostly just moved the gate back and forth as Matt directed and the cows went were they were bursa escort supposed to.

When a spotted-faced cow I recognized as a mean one came running at me with the intention to go in the pen instead of the alley where she was supposed to go, I hurried to close the gate before I got hit by 1200 pounds of angry pot roast.

In my haste I slipped in the mud, well it wasn’t exactly mud- but it was slippery, and when I caught myself on the gate I jostled my breasts. Within moments, my nipples started tingling and my breasts tightened, ever so slightly. Soon the tingling had worked its way back to the base of my breasts and my breasts themselves were warm and firm. They swelled with the weight of my milk.

As soon as I had my balance back I was getting hand signals about the next critter headed my way. I swung the gate as directed until the pen of cattle had been sorted. We finished getting everybody where Matt wanted them, the ones close to birthing stayed in the corral and the others went out to pasture for the time being.

Afterwards, I slogged across the corral to Matt. By this time my breasts were so tender and heavy with milk, the slightest movement was painful. I walked gingerly, with my shoulders back so my arms wouldn’t brush against my sore titties.

“Check that out,” said Matt, gesturing at my shirt.

I glanced down. My nursing pads-the inserts for my bra to absorb excess milk-had soaked through and my shirt had two milk spots the size of coffee cups on it.

“And the baby probably won’t be awake for another hour,” I moaned. “My tits are so tight and so full it’s not even uncomfortable any more, it just hurts.”

We walked a few more steps and I could sense the wheels in Matt’s head churning. “Can I help?” he asked.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” This could be interesting, knowing Matt’s playful side.

Matt hooked his thumb towards the milking parlor and raised his eyebrows in question. The thought of my husband nursing hadn’t really crossed my mind before, but I had to do something or I was going to burst.

“Seriously?”

“You know I can’t resist your boobs, I want to try your milk. C’mon, it will be fun for both of us, I get a snack and you get some relief.” He gave me the look he knows I can’t resist, earnest, encouraging and playful at once. The look that gets him whatever altıparmak escort he wants.

The thought of feeding Matt my fresh breastmilk made my pussy tighten with anticipation. “We could try it, if that’s what you really want.” I didn’t dare let him know how turned on I was by the idea.

We ducked into the milking parlor and stepped into the adjacent office. I sat on the desk, facing Matt. He lifted my soaked shirt over my head and unsnapped the right side of my nursing bra, releasing my nipple and part of my breast. The nursing pad slid to the floor with a splat. A bead of milk clung to the bottom of my nipple and dropped onto my jeans. With a quick glance at me again to make sure I was on board with nursing a 30 something year-old man, Matt leaned over and licked my nipple.

He put his lips around my nipple and gave a little suck and a tug and then he opened his mouth and latched on. I felt his tongue slide around my nipple as he created suction with his lips. Matt began sucking in earnest, even using his teeth to pull my nipple and areola further into his mouth.

Gazing in to my husband’s eyes as he pressed his hungry mouth against my sweet swelling breast, I felt my milk come in again. This time the tingling encompassed my breasts and went down my stomach encircling my pussy. My breasts swelled again, so much this time I was worried about developing stretch marks on my hot skin.

“Baby,” I whispered as I rocked his head in my arm and stroked his forehead and hair.

Matt did his best to keep up, but he was no match for my milk. It spurted from several places on my turgid nipple into his mouth. He developed a suck-suck-swallow, nose-breathing routine that helped him keep up with the flow of milk.

I held my left breast in my hand to ease the weight on my chest. I gently stroked my breast through my bra exploring the different-ness of my lactating breast versus my pre-baby breast. I could feel hard bumps in the normally smooth underside of it. “Oh, my gosh, those are my milk ducts!” I thought.

My left breast was uncomfortably full. Matt had nursed enough from my right side to relieve the pressure, but my left breast was aching for the feel of his mouth. The nursing pad had slipped down under my breast and was doing no good at all, so I unhooked the nursing window over that breast görükle escort as well, catching the soaked pad as it slid out and tossing it in the garbage.

Milk squirted from my rosy nipple like a lawn sprinkler, hitting Matt in the ear and on the side of his face next to his eye. He released my right breast to look at me in surprise. He had milk in his beard and mustache as well as dribbling down the right side of his face. I laughed to see my husband’s face covered in my milk.

I mashed my thumb into my left nipple to try to staunch the spray, but milk dripped through my fingers, down my breast and onto my lap.

“Other side, Love. I am dying here.” Agreeably, Matt took my left nipple into his mouth and began suckling me. I leaned back on my arms, giving him plenty of room to find a comfortable angle. He stood between my knees and pressed his dick against my thigh. The baby was only a few days old, so sex was out of the question, but I thought I could find a way to give Matt some relief later.

From this angle, I admired the changes in my right nipple, now bright pink instead of my usual pale salmon color. It seemed larger now too, perched on the end of my full breast, the sunlight from the window making my erect nipple cast a shadow on my areola.

When Matt finally came up for air I asked, “What’s it like? What’s my milk taste like?”

“It’s watery but it tastes sweet, it’s delicious. I’ll give you a mouthful next time. There will be a next time, right?” He leaned into me, cupping my chin in his hand, and planted a soft milky kiss on my lips.

I loved this guy so much, I couldn’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for him. “I’ll be sure to save you some. The feel of you nursing was incredible.”

I sat on the desk with my depleted breasts peeking through my nursing bra. Matt lifted and caressed both of my breasts at the same time, running his thumbs across my extended nipples. “You are amazing, you know that, right?” He re-attached my nursing windows and I slipped my soaked shirt back on.

As we came out of the milking parlor, I could hear the baby whimper in hunger across the yard. The familiar tingling sensation started again in my breasts and my milk came in, yet again. My body was eager to feed my loved ones my sweet milk.

Once the newness of breastfeeding wore off, I didn’t produce milk quite so often, but I made sure Matt got his bedtime nummies. We enjoyed breastfeeding so much I ended up feeding Matt every night after the baby went to bed and then for half a year after I weaned each of the babies. It was a great weight loss plan-for me anyway, and I loved falling asleep with my husband’s nose pressed into my soft breast every night.

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The Azra-El Series

Arc 2: The Hela Empire

Book 1

Chapter 19 won 1st place in the March Reader’s Choice Awards!

Note to new readers: This is the second arc of the series “When Angels Cum” (It was a troll name). I suggest you read that one, before coming back to this. Trust me, the story is good (xD), though it may be a little lackluster at the start, as I was still growing as a writer; I still am growing, hopefully.

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Obligatory Warnings:

1. This chapter contains the events of “The Day the Darkness Glowed”, and a look into the lives of some of the angels, after the tournament. Chapter 1 of Arc 2 starts after a time-skip of 7 years.

2. One lesbian sex scene towards the end, between Jie Er and Rebecca. If that is not your thing, feel free to skip it. Except for the conversation before the scene starts, it is not essential to the story.

3. I’ve said this before, but I wish to clarify that the ideologies and thoughts of the characters are their own. They do not necessarily reflect on my own thoughts.

4. The response to the comments section is extra-long this time, owing to the overwhelming response that I received for Chapter 19. So, this chapter is a tad shorter than it looks.

Clarification on pronouns w.r.t Blaze

In universal perspectives, Blaze will always be a “he”. In the perspectives of angels who know him as an unnatural, he will be a “he”. In the perspectives of other angels, he will be a “she”.

I shall put up a poll on this in the comments section. Please vote.

Lore

Evolution on Azra-El

One of the first questions Blaze had when he began to understand life on Azra-El was how creatures evolved, or rather, how there came to be a variety of life on Azra-El. “God” was an answer, but it was not enough for his scientific mind. Jie Er gave him a gist, but it was from Fiora that he got the real answers.

Evolution on Earth is mostly genetic, passing on desirable characteristics over generations. Creatures on Azra-El also pass down desirable characteristics over generations, but as most life is asexual, the primary process of evolution occurs through a method Blaze dubbed as “Societal Evolution”; the angels used an archaic Avestan word that roughly translated to “Inheritance”.

Societal Evolution: Even the most primitive and solitary creatures are a part of a society. They recognize their own kind and often come into contact with others of their own species. When they do, they observe any new traits, and this information is encoded in their bodies through subliminal consciousness.

These traits are then tested over the course of numerous generations, by every creature in that society, until they evolve into forms that are ideal for their environment. As their environments change over time, evolution is a continuous process. This is why there are different types of angels and demons.

Ancestral memories are a form of “Inheritance”, unique to sentient beings.

There are other types of evolution, but those are best left for a lecture on Biology, starring Fiora or Alice, depending on your preference.

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I am fire… I am death!

I am fear… I set a-blaze!

I am fine, until you come near mine!

When you do, beware ye fools!

I am rage, and all will be razed!

Prologue

LE 572, 21st Bloom

Darkness enveloped the lands of Xian and Aranya, slowly creeping across their borders, and into the Heavenly Union. It was a strange darkness, invisible to the eyes, but nevertheless, blinding to the anja of all energy-creatures. It was perceived as a dirty, nauseating black, spreading a sense of malaise and a general lack of izmir escort concern amongst all who sensed it.

Most angelic sentients that experienced it knew something was wrong, but their minds and bodies only felt disinterest. Only the strongest of the angels could gather their wills to defend against this spreading blight.

The phenomenon had started the night before, but it was growing exponentially and was slowly closing in on the capital of Aranya. The strongest of the HU gathered the brightest and rushed to the source of the darkness— a two-yonder dome of crimson black, a yonder away from the base of Mt. Olympus, at the border of Aranya. This crimson darkness did not spread like the black that it emitted, but instead, was calm, steady, and beautifully terrifying, like a solitary blackhole. In fact, it seemed to be the physical embodiment of fear.

Empress Nezha Shangdi of Xian stood with her two daughters, her generals, her advisors, and a battalion of her strongest Taiga warriors, waiting for Michelle Lucian— the Angel Prima and the wielder of the Banner of Light.

Queen Ahilya of Aranya was the first to arrive, with two of her generals. She was also accompanied by Daysi Vinetree, the strongest pixie in the HU, who happened to be in Aranya on a diplomatic mission. After them, arrived the mightiest berserker of Vaikunheim, Freja Nerthusdottir, carrying her enormous energy-battle-axe, known to have split a gigantic Quetzal and her rider in two, with a single strike. Then came the Supreme Bogatyr of Angalnebo, Brynna Nikitich, on her mighty brown Pegasus, whose fiery-red mane fluttered in the wind like a dancing flame.

They quietly stood by the Empress, waiting, and watching the demons on the other side of the dome. Fifteen devils stood there, along with the mighty Quetzal Corps, consisting of more than fifteen-hundred Quetzals and their riders. Combined, they could easily overwhelm the angels present, yet they simply waited. Most of them seemed as curious and confused by the phenomenon as the angels. However, they did not feel quite the same fear, though fear they did— a reverent fear.

Nezha Shangdi’s eyes suddenly lit up and her daughters followed her gaze. Nezha had not been sure if the Prima would come, but the distant luminescent speck that shone in the darkness like a sparkling star, allayed her fears. The luminescence was from the Banner that hung around her shoulders like a cape. As she got closer, the cape’s brilliance became more apparent. It shone like it was made of pure, white light, so bright that any design on it was lost in its brightness. It was simple, memorable, and holy, inducing a sense of ease and comfort amongst the angels who witnessed it. This sense of well-being only grew stronger as the Angel Prima neared, and it counteracted the foreboding and malaise caused by the nearby darkness.

In her wake was a battalion of her personal guard, various heads of the societies, and a host of intellectuals that they had managed to quickly gather. Behind them was the Cloud 9 regiment, composed of the elite Pegasi-knights of the HU. And, leading one of the squadrons was Claudis Falhoffnir, riding her faithful Pegasus, Gyrill. In her right hand, Claudis carried a long, silver-colored lance, just like many others of her regiment.

Michelle Lucian was way past her prime, and it was only through the power of her will that she still lived. It was the reason why they needed to find a successor for the Banner, soon, but the Banner had not deemed anyone worthy in the last three hundred years. Nezha’s youngest daughter, Ying Jie, had all the qualities required to be the next Angel Prima, but she could not, because of her lineage.

When the Heavenly Union was first formed, the queendoms, the societies, and all the other parties involved, agreed that no royal or noble would ever wield the Banner of Light. In return, the HU would not make attempts to usurp their power or property. It was a clause to maintain the balance of power.

Nezha Shangdi had never considered circumventing this rule, until she had conceived Ying Jie. Ying Yue had already hatched by the time Nezha realized that Vida Veles Lokra was her Kindred. They had met before, but their relationship had not blossomed until Vida was posted at Xian, as a general of the HU army.

When Jie Er’s stiff-wings, which were an extraordinarily immaculate white, first sprouted, the empress instinctively knew that the child would grow to be an exemplary angel. So, she made a decision. She decided that she would keep Jie Er’s lineage a secret. It was not easy for an empress to hide the fact that she was growing a stiff wing. Yet, she pulled it off, and when Jie Er’s egg formed, she completely distanced herself from Vida and the egg.

Thus, Jie Er spent most of her earlier years as the daughter of Vida Veles Lokra, not knowing her full ancestry.

The konya escort Banner did not differentiate between a noble and a commoner, but the only way for Jie Er’s mind to not be influenced by the treaty, was to not know that it applied to her. So, Jie Er was raised by Vida as Jie Er Haela Lokra, a descendant of farmers.

Even after Vida had passed, Nezha Shangdi only provided help to Jie Er as a secret benefactor. However, little did she know that Vida had already revealed the secret to Jie Er. Vida believed that Jie Er should not become the next Angel Prima based on a lie. At the very least, she wanted her daughter to make her own decision.

It was only when Nezha met Jie Er by accident, at the Xian Embassy of D’Warka, that she realized that her daughter knew. The joy in Jie Er’s eyes was unmistakable and not directed towards a stranger. Thus, Nezha decided to drop the charade. However, a nugget of resentment towards Vida took root in her heart. What was the point of separating herself from her daughter for all those years? Unintentionally, she showed this resentment towards Jie Er. It was not excessive, as it was born out of love and not hatred. Jie Er did not even feel much dissatisfaction towards it. She was only glad that she was finally united with her family. But the seeds of discontent between mother and daughter were sowed, though they had yet to sprout.

Soon, the Angel Prima and her contingent reached the empress and the rest. With the cape of light illuminating everything around her in white, Michelle Lucian posed a striking figure in the darkness. She wore an equally simple, yet elegant, white tunic of exquisitely woven silk. Her shoes were made of cloth, and she wore no adornments except her cape, and this only added to her image as a grand old angel.

For she was old; not just in years, but even in physical appearance. The angels were not used to such an appearance, as most did not physically age past humans in their mid-forties, yet Michelle Lucian looked to be around seventy in human age.

Her long white hair, held loose over her cape, had once been carrot-colored, and her skin, which was once smooth and without blemish, was now wrinkled. Yet, despite her age, she stood taller than most angels around. Only the berserker from Vaikunheim seemed taller. Her figure also spoke of her beauty from once upon a time.

However, though her body had aged, the light in her starry eyes was bright as ever, her pupils grey as a cloudless night. She was no queen, yet queenly she looked, with thought and knowledge in her glance, like one who has known and experienced many things.

“Hello, Nezha. I wish we could be meeting under better circumstances. What is the situation?” she asked the Empress of Xian, as soon as she arrived, her voice a little gravelly, and like an old record. It felt old but was still pleasant, in a nostalgic sort of way.

Michelle was the only angel that could call the Empress of Xian by her name and not offend her. For, to the Angel Prima, all other living angels were nothing but children. Also, she addressed Nezha, instead of the Aranyan Queen, because it was Nezha’s spies who had located the source of the darkness.

Nezha gave her a small bow before she spoke, “Dire. I have information from a solid source that Hela herself is inside that wretched dome, attempting something that has never been attempted before. She has prepared well. The demons over there are some of the strongest devils of the Hela Empire, and the Quetzal Corps need no introduction. Currently, they do not seem inclined to fight, but I believe that they would not stand by, should the dome come under threat.”

Michelle nodded, pensively. “Do you have any idea of what is going on?”

Nezha glanced at the small group of scientists and philosophers that she had brought along. A blue-haired, scholarly-looking Xian angel flew forward.

“We believe that Hela may be attempting goddesshood. Based on Frieda Watkins’ theory of ley lines, this area has a powerful node. This spreading darkness is most likely because, through this node, Hela is absorbing the world-energy at a scale never done before. So, the spreading darkness is not dark energy, but a deficit of energy. If she attains goddesshood, the world-energy itself may bend to her will, and even the Banner of Light will not be able to stop her,” she said.

Beside her, stood a younger version of Baozhai Rong. Her eyes did not possess the calculative coldness or the mercurial madness of her older self, but instead, had an uncontainable inquisitiveness to them.

“This is Ban Zhao, our foremost researcher in the field of Energy Physics, and her apprentice,” Nezha introduced her lead scholar.

Michelle acknowledged them with a smile and turned to her own scientists.

“It is quite possible, but we need to discuss more,” said a brunette angel from erzurum escort Michelle’s group of scientists.

Soon, the HU scientists and the scholars of Xian were entrenched in rigorous debate.

“Right, I shall try to approach the dome and see if I can gain any insights into it. You deities should shield the scholars from the darkness, so they can work at their best. I will need the Banner to protect myself,” Michelle announced, before drifting towards the crimson blackhole.

The demons did not even attempt to stop her. It baffled the angels. What was their purpose?

Michelle hovered around the edges of the dome for a few moments, silently appraising her own capacity to invade it. She looked like a small star, skirting around the edges of a supermassive blackhole.

Suddenly, she dove into the darkness, eliciting cries of alarm from many that were watching her. However, she rushed out the very next moment, completely wrapped around by the Banner. She stopped a few hundred feet away from the dome, turned around to look at it, shook her head, and returned to the rest of the angels.

“It is very corruptive,” she answered, addressing the curious gazes of those around her. “Only the purest of angels will be able to traverse through it. If not for the Banner, even that mere moment may have tainted my wings.”

“Are you not the purest of angels?” asked Ying Yue Shangdi.

She was dressed in long and flowing crimson robes, with emblems of serpentine dragons on the front, seemingly flying up towards the heavens. An exquisite golden crown adorned her head. She was dressed as a princess.

Michelle Lucian laughed, heartily, before she replied, “I may have been, once, a long time ago. However, six hundred years of watching over the Heavenly Union has changed me. It would change anyone. I am no longer the innocent, idealistic young angel, without a single negative emotion in her heart, who was chosen by the Banner. No, child, most of you young angels are purer than I.”

“Prima Lucian,” called out the brunette from before, “what did you see?”

“I could see nothing. Yet, I sensed her, and she sensed me. In fact, I think she can sense everything within the dome and within the spreading darkness. She seems to be connected to something— I cannot explain what— Maybe it is the ‘soul’ of the world-energy… She is watching us, but we are of no interest to her. She is seeing something that we cannot see.”

“How do you know this?” Ban Zhao asked.

“I do not know. Maybe for a brief second, I was connected to her mind… Which is why I believe that only the purest of angels can enter the dome. Otherwise, they would be infected by her wrath, and may lose their minds to it.”

“But, why would anyone have to enter the dome?” asked Manjushri of the Ophanim.

“We may have to…” Michelle replied, looking at the scholars, who were back in discussion.

After much deliberation, the scholars finally came to a decision. The brunette scientist, named Gabrielle Le Tonnelier, finally stepped forward.

“We hypothesize that Hela has managed to connect with the major leyline node at this location. She is using it to absorb massive amounts of world-energy. But, world-energy contains both light-energy and dark-energy. She is absorbing the dark while expelling the light, which is why the darkness seems to be glowing as it spreads throughout the continent.

“We do not know if she may attain goddesshood through this process, but it surely spells calamity. She is upsetting the balance of world-energy. We foresee many disasters, ranging from famines to earthquakes, and maybe even worse.”

“How do we stop it?” asked Freja Nerthusdottir.

“We believe the flux of energy into her body is currently out of her control, at least until she attains a new level of power, which is why she does not act against us, and why she needs the protection of her demons. The method we’ve come up with is crude, but it is the quickest solution we can think of at this moment. If we can compile a vast amount of light-energy and send it into the node, she will not be able to immediately expel it. In its original form, world-energy exists as a combination of light and dark, but once separated, they will react violently if brought together. Thus, we may be able to stop this phenomenon, and maybe even kill Hela.”

“But who will be able to take this energy to the node?” asked Queen Ahilya.

Michelle Lucian had made it clear that she would not be able to do it.

“Joanna? Benzaiten?” Michelle glanced at two angels.

Benzaiten, an exquisitely beautiful black-haired angel from Kamikoku, was the patron saint of the Hashmallim society. She wore a light pink robe adorned by pink painted flowers that were emblematic of her lands. Biwa, her kindred partner, silently stood by her side.

Joanna Ezekiel was the “khenpo”— the head monk— of the Chayot society. She wore simple saffron-colored robes, and though her appearance was not as striking as Benzaiten’s, she exuded serenity.

Benzaiten was known for her kindness and love for all, while Joanna was known for her detachment from worldly desires. Both were considered to be extremely pure.

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An Alien Entanglement Pt. 02

Finally reaching the upper parts of the city again, Ashe grew wary of people noticing her cum covered armor. Anxiously, her green eyes scanned the crowds of people to see if they were looking at her. Unfortunately, she saw that she was receiving the occasional glance or look of disgust. As embarrassing and humiliating as this was, she did her best to brush it off and strode on.

She took a quick glance behind her, hoping that she had finally left the ugly alien she had met in the sewer behind her, but her heart dropped as she saw that the short grotesque thing was still following. As nimble as she was, Ashe could have easily lost Glux in the bustling crowd of people. As loath as she was to admit it, even to herself, she knew that she needed him at least for now.

As they walked, Glux wondered what the name of his sexy human bounty hunter was. He had only seen her going in and out of The Afterlife and had never risked exposing himself trying to ask people what her name was. Glux had given her his name, but she’d never reciprocated the favor. Stopping at a crosswalk, he got close to her and tugged on her arm. She turned her head to him like a hawk, looking kinda disgusted that he had touched her.

“Ugh, what do you want from me?” Ashe asked, sounding irritated.

“Glux doesn’t know your name,” he said. Ashe raised her eyebrow at him. She wondered why this weird alien wanted her name. But figuring that she would be forced to be acquainted with him until she completed her mission, she might as well tell him.

“It’s Ashe,” she answered.

“Glux like that name,” he nodded. Ashe just shook her head. Seeing that it was clear to walk through the crosswalk, she went ahead. Glux promptly followed her through.

The bounty hunter and the alien were making their way along one of the city’s main walkways, when Ashe heard the sudden crackle of gunfire in the distance. Instinctively, her hand flinched to her sidearm as she went into full combat alertness. “What the hell?” Ashe wondered. Another volley of gunfire rang out in the distance and Ashe saw crowds of people screaming in terror as they came running around a corner away from the direction of the gunshots.

Glux, meanwhile, had draped two of his arms over his head as he slunk to the ground in fear. Seeing the crowds of people running from the gunplay, he thought that it would be an excellent idea to do the same. But then his beady eyes saw that, rather than fleeing, Ashe was jogging directly towards the gunfire.

“This human woman is crazy!” Glux thought, even as Ashe was loping farther and farther away from him. Not wanting to lose her, he mustered what little courage he had and hastily ran after her.

Clumps of panicked pedestrians kept appearing from around the nearest corner. Hugging the wall, Ashe was able to slide upstream against the tide of frightened people. Unholstering her pistol and unlatching the safety, Ashe inched carefully closer to the corner. Dropping well below head height, Ashe ventured a look around the corner to see what was happening.

Her green eyes widened with shock at the sight of an active firefight between a squad of Coalition Peacekeepers and a group of unknown adversaries. The Peacekeepers had taken cover behind a row of heavy ornamental planters; their mysterious assailants were shooting from behind a hover vehicle that had crashed in the middle of the walkway.

“TAKE THIS YOU COALITION BASTARDS!” a bulky alien with a heavy repeater gun shouted at the Peacekeepers, unloading a hail of bullets at their position. He managed to tag one of the Peacekeepers on the shoulder, flinging the trooper back from one of the planters.

“We got a 10-999, Peacekeeper down! Repeat, Peacekeeper down! Immediate assistance needed at our position!” screamed one of the Coalition soldiers into a helmet transmitter.

The gunmen crouching in back of the crashed hovercraft poured a heavy volume of fire at the Coalition’s position. Somewhat to Ashe’s consternation, the Peacekeepers held their fire as they hunkered patiently behind the cover of the line of planters. “Why aren’t they shooting back?” she wondered. But still they waited, looking menacingly calm and patient in the face of the firepower coming their way. But the gunmen were unable to keep their rate of fire up indefinitely and, as soon as their barrage waned in order for them to reload, the squad of Peacekeepers swiftly rose from behind the planters and opened fire in unison. Three of the reloading gunmen were immediately flatlined and the remaining four gunmen were forced to duck back into cover. The Peacekeepers knew better than to repeat the mistake of their attackers, dropping back into cover before the gunmen had time to reload.

Ashe’s focus on the scene playing out before her was interrupted by something tugging at her leg. Quickly turning her head, she saw Glux crouching down behind her. “Ugh, Glux, what the hell are you doing?!” Ashe said, annoyed at having to divert her attention from the gaziantep escort life-or-death drama happening around the corner.

Clinging tightly to her long leg with all four of his arms, Glux replied, “Glux doesn’t feel safe!” Ashe tried to detach him from her leg but was unable to dislodge his grip, as annoyingly strong as ever. Incredibly, Glux then began to shove his crotch into her leg. Ashe’s eyes widened in disgust. “Is he humping me?” she asked herself. But before she could decipher what exactly he was doing, Ashe’s attention was drawn upward as the intimidatingly loud sound of a siren flew past overhead.

She peeked around the corner again just in time to see a Coalition VTOL dropship hovering above the gunmen. The bulky alien raised his repeater and unleashed a flurry of hellfire at the dropship. “EAT LEAD!” the alien shouted, but his frenzied efforts to down the ship overhead proved fruitless. His bullets were all deflected, ricocheting harmlessly off the dropship’s heavily armored hull.

The side doors of the dropship then slid quickly open. In one swift well practiced motion, a sniper leaned out of the gunship’s side and flatlined the lumbering alien with a single shot between his four eyes.

As this happened, three additional troopers jumped down from the dropship. They wore white armor bearing red markings. Their visors too glowed a vivid red, different from the standard blue that was familiar to so many in the galaxy. These were the Coalition’s Shock Troopers, deeply feared urban based special forces only seen on the rare occasions of extreme domestic disturbances.

While Ashe was entirely focused on the firefight, Glux seized the opportunity to feel up his sexy bounty hunter. His four prying hands found an unprotected area of her legs, which he then began to vigorously knead and grope. When Ashe failed to immediately react to his assault on her unarmored lower limbs, Glux grew even bolder, groping and humping her more aggressively. Glux’s alien cock swelled with mass under his tattered trousers. Pressing his growing bulge into her leg, he ground himself on her. Once again on this endlessly amazing day, Glux was living the dream!

Ashe was baffled how the Shock Troopers could jump down from such a high place with little to no effect on their bodies. The gunmen landed a few shots on a couple of the troopers as they fell through the air, but to little effect. Ashe actually saw some of the bullets strike the troopers, but their white armor shrugged the bullets off like nothing. Deploying their service rifles as they landed, the troopers slaughtered two of the remaining three gunmen like animals.

One last gunman survived the hail of bullets from the troopers long enough to raise a single arm above the shelter of the wrecked hovercraft. “DON’T SHOOT, I SURRENDER!” she pleaded. “PLEASE, I SURRENDER!” Wounded in one of her shoulders, the woman was unable to raise her other arm.

The Shock Troopers lowered their weapons. A trooper brandishing a red pauldron over his right shoulder brought up a tac pad affixed to his left forearm.

He checked back and forth between the screen and the woman before him. “Captain, is this our target?” one of the other troopers asked.

Glancing at his tac pad one more time, the captain replied, “No.” He immediately raised his rifle and shot her in the head. As she saw the woman’s body drop limply to the ground, Ashe backed away from the corner to process all that she had just witnessed. Ashe had seen too much death in her time as a soldier and bounty hunter, so the sight of shocking violence – and even the sudden execution of the wounded prisoner – wasn’t entirely new to her. But she had been so riveted by what had taken place, that she’d completely failed to notice Glux’s ravishment of her leg.

Flicking a quick look back around the corner, Ashe saw that the Coalition soldiers were checking the bodies of the dead gunmen. Each body was viciously poked with the muzzle of a gun; once this was done, the captain ordered his troops to secure the area. Additional units had just arrived and they began to deploy hologram pylons to tape off the crime scene.

Turning her head back, Ashe could not help but have second thoughts about the planned heist after what she had just seen. The Coalition would consider this fracas a relatively minor disturbance by comparison to what Gemini was planning. Here, the Coalition had exterminated some relatively minor irritants to its rule out of hand: Ashe could only imagine what they had in store if any of the heist team were to get caught.

Finally feeling something grinding and pushing on one of her legs, Ashe looked down and saw Glux humping away. “Augh! What are you doing?! Stop that!” she shouted in disgust, bringing the muzzle of her pistol to his head.

“Glux sorry!” he exclaimed, releasing her leg. He didn’t even attempt to explain his perverted actions. Ashe just shook her head in annoyance. She’d just come to expect these intermittent outbursts sakarya escort of perversion as part of his behavior.

“Ugh, whatever. My ship is not far,” she snarled, putting her weapon away in her holster. But a glance down at Glux’s crotch showed a visible wet mark spreading across his trousers. Ashe cringed a bit before shaking her head back into focus.

Reverting to her previous intent, Ashe resumed walking toward the jumpship landing pads. Glux followed closely behind her. The landing pads lay just past the crime scene, so they had to walk around the taped-off area. Despite the barely concluded violence, the hordes of pedestrians had begun to slowly but cautiously pour back into the walkway, flowing around the scene like a stream of water would around a rock in a riverbed. As she detoured around the yellow holographic tape, Ashe listened curiously to the high volume of comms chatter projecting from the Shock Troopers’ and Peacekeepers’ radios. Overhearing small snippets, Ashe learned that they were searching for someone and that additional insurgents were suspected of lurking around the city. “Had these gunmen been insurgents?” Ashe asked herself. She recalled hearing chatter around The Afterlife about civil unrest on the fringes of Coalition territory, but Ashe had never expected to encounter armed insurgents within a zone of firm Coalition control. But Ashe’s eavesdropping was harshly interrupted by the same captain who had executed the surrendering gunman.

“HEY, YOU THERE!” the captain yelled, apparently looking right at Ashe. Her body jolted and she began walking away as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. Glux mirrored her movements. Hoping to lose any pursuit, Ashe slipped within the crowd of bustling pedestrians. Shoving herself between knots of people, she had soon wriggled deeply enough into the crowd that the Shock Trooper lost sight of her. Surprisingly, Glux managed to keep up with her, though at his height he was harder to track to begin with.

After lying low for a bit in an alleyway nearby, Ashe concluded that it was safe to head on back to the landing pad station. As soon as she arrived at her own pad, Ashe opened the back entry hatch and disappeared within the friendly confines of her ship. Hearing Glux’s footsteps behind her, however, Ashe turned and stopped the pervy alien. “No, no. You wait out here. I gotta handle some business,” Ashe ordered. Before Glux could mount any protest, Ashe pushed him firmly back and slammed the hatch in his beady-eyed face.

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Her privacy thus assured, Ashe quickly stripped off her armor and equipment. She started with her helmet and made her way down. After placing her final piece of armor on the locker rack, Ashe was clad only in her tight fitting black bodysuit. In the filtered enclosure of her ship, that musky scent she had smelled earlier was even more apparent. The scent arose primarily from the armor she had just laid on the rack but, as badly as she wanted to clean her filth splattered armor, Ashe turned first to higher priority matters. Separating her tac pad and helmet light from the pile of armor, she plugged both items into her charging station. Then she rummaged around for a full pack of emergency glow sticks.

Only after addressing those more urgent equipment needs did Ashe return her attention to her crusty hand. “Ew,” she muttered. Ashe still couldn’t believe what she had allowed Glux to get away with. She was repulsed at both Glux and herself for engaging in such activities. But as yet another whiff of Glux’s musk rolled past her olfactory receptors, she was unable to repress a flicker of curiosity. Cautiously, she lifted her hand to her face and took a slight sniff. Whew, it was so strong and potent! At first it made her eyes water and her throat gag. Oddly enough, though, she now seemed to be growing accustomed to it. The more Ashe smelled this weird aroma, the more engrossed in it she became. A strange warmth was collecting within her core…

Shaking her head to snap herself out of her mysterious daze, Ashe stepped over to her ship’s sink and began thoroughly washing her hand. After one cycle of scrubbing her hand, Ashe brought it back up to her face and smelled it again. The musk was still there! She applied more soap and water in the hope that a second round of scrub would remove any vestige of the smell. Unfortunately, this still didn’t work. Ashe had to repeat the process several more times before the smell was reduced to a tolerable level. But still it lingered.

Having done her best to clean off her hand, Ashe realized that the drying smears of Glux’s nasty cum on her undersuit were yet another source of the strong-smelling musk. “Great. I’m probably gonna need to clean this four or five times, too,” she sighed.

Unclasping the collar of her undersuit, Ashe started at her upper chest and unzipped her undersuit all the way down to her navel. Now able to peel the black suit off her body, Ashe let out a breath of relief as she released her full and shapely van escort breasts from the suit’s tight embrace. She didn’t bother with wearing a bra since that would make the already tight undersuit even more uncomfortable. Kicking off her tactical boots, Ashe rolled her suit all the way down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Left in only her modest underwear, Ashe plucked up her suit and tossed it into her locker.

Pulled on a clean tank top, Ashe turned her efforts to cleaning Glux’s scum off her armor. Grabbing an abrasive pad and cleanser, she thoroughly scrubbed her various pieces of armor on a nearby table. Again, however, the smell of musk refused to be entirely eradicated. Hearing the call tone from her communicator, Ashe checked her ship’s monitor to see who it was. It was Gemini.

“This is Ashe,” she said, answering the call.

“Did you find a way to the coolant drain?” Gemini asked, getting straight to the point. Ashe felt a little nervous at her lack of any significant progress.

“Er- some of my equipment malfunctioned while I was down there. I’ll be heading back down in a bit as soon as my stuff gets fixed and cleaned,” she nonchalantly answered.

“Cleaned?” Gemini responded.

Realizing what she had said, Ashe’s heart dropped. “Um, yeah. Kinda fell in some sewage when my flashlight went out…” she replied, covering up what had really transpired.

“Well, you better hurry, the heist is only a couple of days away. If you can’t find a way into that coolant drain, I’m afraid I’m going to have to drop you from the team,” Gemini warned. Ashe’s eye twitched in anger.

“Oh, I’ll find it, alri-,” she tried to reply but she was interrupted by someone banging on her ship’s back entry hatch.

“GLUX NEEDS IN!” he shouted. Ashe tilted her head, but ignored his calls since she was already in the middle of something.

“What was that?” Gemini asked, overhearing the noise from her side of the intercom.

“It’s nothing!” Ashe quickly exclaimed.

Then Glux shouted again, “GLUX SEES METALHEADS COMING!”

“Metalheads?” Ashed thought. Muting her comms, she shouted “Not right now, Glux! I’m in the middle of something!”

“GLUX NEEDS IN!” he prodded. Ashe was getting annoyed by his antics, so she scanned her ship’s external cameras quickly to check what all the fuss was about. Her eyes widened to see that the same Shock Troopers she had encountered earlier were now patrolling the landing pads. “How did they follow me here?!” Ashe thought in a panic. And there stood the insufferable Glux, right out in the open, banging on her hatch, yelling at the top of his voice, and generally doing an exceptional job of attracting unwanted attention. Ashe had no choice but to grit her teeth and reluctantly open the back entry hatch to let him in.

“Hurry up and get in here!” Ashe commanded.

Glux scurried into the ship as Ashe closed the hatch behind him. His beady eyes widened and his crotch gained its full mass the instant that he saw the currently minimal state of Ashe’s clothing. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and a tight tank top that tastefully framed and revealed her cleavage. Glux’s two hearts pounded in arousal.

Ashe returned to her call with Gemini, without noticing the evident signs of Glux’s arousal. Glux’s eyes were free to roam hungrily over every exposed inch of Ashe’s body. He fervently absorbed as much as he could. Everything was on display: her smooth exposed white skin, her long sexy legs, and her shapely breasts. Glux rubbed his belly intensely. The frayed material of his trousers formed a hefty tent as his sexual urges ran rampant. Glux needed relief now!

Glux reached one of his second pair of arms down into his trousers and began to stroke himself to the sight of his personal goddess. He grunted and croaked as he ran his three fingered hand up and down his wet shaft. He again envisioned all the plans he was nursing for that sexy human body of hers.

Momentarily muting the call with Gemini, Ashe sighed. Turning her head toward Glux, her mouth fell agape as she caught him pleasuring himself while staring at her. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ashe shouted in shock. Glancing down her own body, she realized how little she was wearing. She had been so busy with everything she was handling that she hadn’t had a chance to put on anything less revealing.

Ashe quickly covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand. “Hey! Stop doing that!” She was embarrassed and grossed out by this latest eruption of Glux’s irrepressible urges.

“Hello? Ashe, are you there?” Gemini asked.

Ashe turned back to the monitor and unmuted, “Uh, yes! I’m here!”

Ashe got sucked back into her conversation with Gemini. Meanwhile, Glux went on drooling over Ashe’s body. He kept staring at her exposed legs. The urge to get his hands on her grew unbearable; he needed to touch her. Rubbing his belly while stroking his cock under his trousers, he slowly stalked towards Ashe…

Just as Ashe was finishing up her call with Gemini, she felt four arms suddenly wrap around her body. Ashe jerked her head around to see Glux hugging her from behind. “Glux, get off of me!” she silently shouted at him, trying to pry his arms off of her. Glux ignored her; all four of his hands groped up and down the firm curves of his goddess’s scantily clad body.

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(Author’s note: Once again, Trigger Warning. In this fantasy story, themes of non-consent. Potentially traumatizing content. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. )

Chapter Three, Belney’s Harrowing First Flight With the Goblins.

Pre dawn found the three goblins exiting the shallow cave with their big human captive amidst the first bird song and a crisp breeze from the West. They had fitted Belney with their two packs, but being too small to fit over both human shoulders they were expertly lashed to the mid-back of her harness and bounced as she stepped gingerly down on their lead-rope from the rocky place of the cave to the forest path below. Her skin tingled in the chill morning air. Memory and sense began to creep back in around the edges. Now they were running. One goblin leading her and two behind. The pace was manageable, given their size difference, but her focus had to stay on the sensations of her feet. Constantly she must dodge sharp rocks and roots. What had happened? How had she gotten here? Who even was she? Everything felt like a dream, and yet these little green men felt familiar, as if from a dream. A stewing mix filled her thoughts, the creeping edge of dread and horror, and of the body pleasure memory of their trance-orgy.

She had come to them, she began to remember as she jogged naked, weirdly tied like a circus bear or an armless chicken between these small smooth headed creatures. At least the way they had bound her breasts reduced their painful bouncing. She had been given a command, and she followed. The order had come to her over and over again, in variations, until she relented. Until she felt their logic in her head as her own. That whispered hissing voice of theirs, in chorus, had broken her will. You belong to us now, it said, simply because our paths crossed. Our destinies are intertwined. Your new life is to serve us. You’ll be safe only if you surrender fully. You’re ours now.

Belney shivered with the dawning realization. It couldn’t land with her all at once. She needed to live. She ran with her captors, feet numb but agile. Breath filled her lungs. Briefly they stopped and she was pulled to her knees and hand-fed some slimy half-dry meat from one of the green men. She found it strangely spiced and then weirdly delicious. It gave her a memory of his thing in her mouth. One of the little green men watched her, but she kept her eyes downcast. He stepped close, pulling her leash so her head came down and forward just a little and touched her lips and face with his little smooth fingers as it she chewed. She really was terribly hungry. She dared to meet his eyes briefly, and thought she saw in their narrow blackness a gleam of sharp amusement. She was led to drink from a stream. Without the use of her arms she relied on the aid of her captors, who had tied back her hair and fashioned a rough handle of her ponytail. She could either lay completely down or drop to her knees and just widen them down, then close her thighs to raise back up. She was muddy, and there was no brushing herself off. She gazed across the water at eye level with the stream. Little insects danced along the surface in the eddies and swirls. A moment of beauty in this nightmare. That wouldn’t happen in a dream. She felt her ass slapped to induce her to move. Nothing to be done. Like a horse, she realized. Thats how she felt, as she labored unsteadily to get to her feet with her arms tied behind. Or a mule.

Crouching out of need and peeing among them, Belney felt another piece of her dignity slip away. Her breath caught with a muffled sob but she caught it as the running began again. They moved upslope into forest, and as she ran she felt parts of her mind recede. Parts of her past. The singing and dancing self that she knew. She locked those parts up on high dark shelves in her mind. Those young parts, those joyful parts. Her body lived now with an immediacy. Only by staying in the moment could she stay alive. The strange poison drug from yesterday was her new self, the way it lingered. The voices of her captors in her head. Their breath in her ears. Their hands all over and in her. The essence of these creatures that she had taken into herself and felt in her still as she ran. It was her now. On they ran.

As the day wore on, Belney’s pace began to falter. Running without arms, like a chicken, she has taken a couple of minor falls, she had chosen to land into her left shoulder and roll each time. It must have been a sight. The three little men beat her wickedly with thin branches stripped of leaves when she fell, raising welts up and down her as she crouched and cowered. She tried to call out her apology but the leather horse bit in her mouth permitted no words. Only dribbles of drool down her neck. Thankfully, the goblins took little time for punishments or expressions of contrition between them, because they were forever sniffing the air and dashing forward.

A small portion of time was spent moving up the middle of a shallow creek. As she struggled on the slippery rocks, her gaziantep escort memory knew it was an attempt to thwart followers. She felt beyond help. Just look at what she’d become in a day. She couldn’t allow for the possibility of rescue. At a point the goblins seemed to identify some subtle sign, while they hiked side-slope along a forested animal trail, because they suddenly veered straight uphill through a scree field. In some ways, the chaos of jumbled stones was easier for Belney to manage with her long legs. But it was exhausting, and she was physically at her breaking point when they finally dipped into another shallow cavern. This one had a dusty earth floor, where she promptly dropped to her spread knees and let her top half drape down. Breasts down in the dirt and head turned to one side, her breath gradually slowed. She had a limited field of view. Her goblins were busy with things she could hear. Ground was being scraped and shaped into a shallow bowl. One goblin returned with pine branches to close the entrance, leaving only trickles of diffuse daylight.

They were chanting again. As she rested in her folded, prone position, their familiar tones and patterns filled her mind and swirled around her. One had fed and watered her again, removing her mouth bit and giving her a drink of some herbal concoction. It was so strange how she felt herself respond with rising hope to these moments of care from her captors. Her cheeks would flush and her heart would pound. Not in fear, or not only that, also a strange sentimental gratitude. She felt if she could endear herself to her captors, she could live. The strong drink warmed her immediately. She dozed while they chanted. She was awakened by one of them raising her head gently onto his lap and without warning piercing her through the cartilage of her nose, between her nostrils. Something was slid through there. The pain washed over and dissipated. What was left was a throbbing place on her face. This joined the ache in her shoulders, arms, legs and feet. There was mild soreness in her womb and bowels as well. All these sore places called out softly or loudly for attention. Still no release of her hands to attend to herself. Her attention drifted with their resumed chanting into a goblin permeated stupor.

She was roused this time by a change in the chanting whisper of their voices. They were around her now. Hands had raised her wide hips, allowing an oiled goblin to slip under her. She felt the heat of his hard cock slipping between her soreness as she was pushed down to him by hands on her ass. Her body responded. Her wetness welcomed them. This caused a tug of war in her between the revulsion and shame of her predicament- Seeing herself in this cave now, her body driven to seek more of these moments of pleasure and bonding and escape. She moaned and contracted around the thick pole as it paused in her. She felt his big ears and the side of his head just under her breasts. Slick fingers wiggled in her ass, causing her to retreat from them into the cock pushing up from below. Soon she felt the pop of entry- and then the fullness as he began his pushing assault. She pushed her head into the warm goblin belly that held her. A finger was opening her mouth, then the big velvety smooth head made her open wider. His musky smell and taste washed through her. Their chanting was a whisper. Ugh, ugh, ugh- she slurred around him. The head was soft against her moving tongue.

She had put precisely two human penises in her mouth prior to this. Both were exciting, rushed events. They were smaller, with heads like olives, rather than the goblin’s duck eggs. They tasted different, less musky. They poked around clumsily. This thing happening now- it was a taking of all of herself. The way all her openings were filled at once overwhelmed her with sensation. No choice but to give in. She felt like exploding, but whichever way she moved for relief, strong hands and thrusting cocks pushed back- into her deepest places. She cried out. Screamed, sobbed. And She surrendered. She began to want them. Became totally willing to be held and ridden in this state of submission. The one at her head squished more of himself in with a sigh. She rolled her tongue around the warm flesh filling her mouth and gagged a little. Squeezing and quivering between the two cocks pushing from both sides- she dissolved in shaking climax.

They’re so warm and slippery, she thought, regaining herself. She had lost any concept of where she was. And they’re so assertive and complete in how they claim me. They had coated her skin with strange botanical oils and creams, while they all pushed into the middle of her to the rhythm of their chants. She felt a climax overtake her again as their grunting chorus raised. The little men were connected and unified somehow- she knew this definitively as they began to spurt into her in final grand thrusts. She had found a new pleasure in feeling the bulb in her mouth tremble and pulse as she swallowed. She sucked to the erotik hikayeleri rhythm they made, lost in her surrender, learning this new body language.

Belney’s eyes fluttered open. In the dark she saw a goblin near her face regarding her intently. How much of the night had passed? She was curled on her side. A leather pack had been placed under her head. She noticed his long thin nose. One of the others had a wart on the side of his nose, but not this guy. His narrow eyes were thin black pools. He spoke, and when he did she recognized the words. He was speaking the common tongue!

You human.

Human filly.

He touched her forehead once. He used the word for young female horse. How appropriate.

We Lu’Kaah. Call us Lu’Kaah. He stretched out the rasp of the word in a guttural hiss.

She blinked. He was speaking to her. This was a new development. Something rose in her.

Call us- said the goblin.

Lu’Kaah- she said quietly. She still felt cradled in warm body tingles, even laying on the ground.

Lu’Kaaaah- she tried again.

She didn’t want to say her old name. It felt long gone.

We go now. Run in night. Is better.

Belney rose awkwardly to stand. Dripping fluid rolled down both legs. It had sure felt like a lot, she remembered. A goblin’s fingers from behind her slid up the wet trail. If he reached up he could he could slip fingers into her as she stood, which he did, briefly. He smiled that weird goblin half smile, looking around at his brothers packing their things. He took a moment to savor their ownership. She rolled her head around in a slow circle, strangely tolerant of the intrusive fondling. She wasn’t being whipped, at least. She arched her back. She had turned some corner in her acceptance of her bondage. She was theirs to use. That was all. She stretched each leg slowly against the protruding cave wall. How could she see? There must be some small moonlight or something. Does goblin semen enhance night vision? Goddess please let her arms be released soon. She dropped to her knees at a small yank of the leash for pack loading. She was a mule. No, a filly. With cum still leaking out of her. With an ass slap she rose mechanically. She tried to feel something other than an even detachment. Stepping out into the cold, the challenge of moving in the dark occupied her immediately.

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Lenya and Tholeaus did not take long in finding the first bare footprint of their friend, and they followed as quickly as they could. She had gone back toward where they met the caravan for a while, even past the site of their attack. As the trail moved away from the river, her tracks turned upslope. They had just started on this new course when they were overtaken by the mounted riders.

Tholeaus! Lenya! Here you are!

Constable Wilenden boomed down at them. The ranger rode up alongside and swiftly dismounted, assessing them with a sweep of his eyes. He was tall and lean with the weathered face you’d expect from a ranger of the Alliance. He knelt down at the tracks they were following. There weren’t clear prints to be seen, but the scuffs and indentations told a story for those with eyes trained to see.

She was stumbling by this time, He said softly. His eyes followed her expected path toward a line of trees.

Constable, I’ll continue on foot with these two and one more of yours. If he could follow us with two horses while we track.

He pointed at a fellow named Brinn, a craftsman of leather and wood in town. A man known for crafting fine bows, straight arrows, and for marrying a war widow from the southlands who appeared in town one day.

Perhaps you could sweep around with the rest toward the East Terrashaw road, That seems like the goblin’s most likely route to break through to the plains. We’ll meet where it forks with the Barren Hills road before the sun meets the trees. If we don’t make it to rendesvous, we’ll meet back in town tomorrow.

The Ranger’s tone carried the authority of many campaigns and pursuits. The constable cast a final baleful glance toward Lenya and Tholeaus.

Best believe you’ll be hearing from me when this is over, Goddess watch you.

And he turned with his riders and they clattered off swiftly and were gone.

The ranger turned back toward the two. his voice quieter now.

My is name is Fennis. You’ve tracked your friend this far. Let us keep pulling the string.

They moved swiftly. Lenya leading, with Tholeaus and Fennis close behind. Brinn led two horses some few paces behind, having to coax them along a pathless climb that grew steeper as they went. And then Goblin tracks, going here and there. Confusing. The crew easily followed tracks up to the partially hidden cave mouth. They stopped. Lenya shuddered. Imagining her friend arriving here. How could she have just run right back to them? What terrible spell was she under? Was she gravely hurt now? Dead?

Fennis and Tholeaus erotik seks hikayeleri entered together. Swords drawn. Fennis keen to avoid the goblin traps and snares he knew they were capable of.

Touch nothing. Stay close.

Maybe they wouldn’t have taken the time for traps. They must’ve known pursuit would be swift. He couldn’t see much. The floor of the cave was rock slab, giving no clues. It opened up into a fair chamber before tapering down into darkness. There was the smell. Goblin smell lingered just a little.

Brinn entered then, Lenya behind. He carried a quickly improvised torch of a thin pine branch coated with wax.

Good man, said Fennis.

With the new light, they saw the ashes of a small fire in a flattish area. It would’ve been smoky, poorly vented. That was all. There was nothing else to see. Fennis, taking the little flame and cradling it with a cupped palm, crept low with the flame in expanding circles. As he did so he commented.

No spilling of blood in here. They cleaned it up when they left. Which way would they have gone? There are no known goblin lairs within three days march, by foot. If they head up into the Firekept mountains they’ll be heading into the cold, and likely away from home. if they cut west, they’ll cross through the plains before they reach the Guellieshe, which might be familiar land. No telling if they’re marsh goblins or mountain goblins or what.

Let’s get on their trail. it’s well past high-sun.

With the visit to the cave, Lenya felt a creeping dread rising in her chest. Her friend had been there. Where she had stood. She felt it. With them. What did they want with her? She wasn’t a warrior with a string of goblin heads on her shed wall. She was a singer. A dancer. I got her into this, Lenya thought. I’ve got to get her back! If I have to walk to the ends of the five kingdoms. I won’t go back without her.

Lenya’s sense of mission, driven by guilt, had crystalized, by the time the four exited the cave into the bright afternoon. Fennis was puzzling out the tracks. The four group descended down a hillside of Live oaks and Laurel trees, then began to climb up the edge of a narrow valley.

We could ride double on the horses, Fennis suggested, looking ahead at mild stretch.

Lenya chose Fennis’ horse, and as they trotted along, eyes on the trail ahead, Lenya asked about goblins. Fennis chose his words with care.

We don’t know why goblins capture people, we just know they do. It’s easy to say they’re evil monsters and be done with it. They’ve been cleared completely from the Western steppes, where they were once as thick as frogs in a spring meadow. Then you see the weapons they craft. They’re not stupid by any stretch..

Yes but what happens to the people they capture? Lenya asked quietly.

I think they’re mostly not seen again. Or they’re rescued in time, before they’re completely spirited away. There’s stories from the wild East of goblins riding captive women slaves into battle. Mounted on the women’s shoulders. I haven’t seen that. I don’t know how it could be possible.

Fennis trailed off. Why had he added that? He hadn’t meant to. He damn sure wouldn’t tell her the worst he’d heard.

It was then that the trail of the goblins and the woman seemed to cut steeply uphill. Had they climbed to avoid detection? Fennis and Lenya dismounted. Tholeaus and Brinn followed suit. They looked up the steep hill. The horses weren’t going up that. Fennis spoke first.

We could hobble the horses here, and come back to them at nightfall. Or, if you’re up for it Brinn, you could ride up to meet the constable at the rendezvous and give them an update. It’s quite possible these fuckers will choose their route to prevent mounted pursuit, at least for now.

I can do that, Ranger. Brinn said after a moment. Be safe. Goddess guide you.

The three quickly began to climb. After ten minutes, the trail evened out. After another ten, Lenya hit the trip-wire.

It was horsehair twine, pulled tight and strong, at ankle level between two trees. She had just happened to take the lead, excited by a clear track Belney had left. When she tripped the wire, a pair of thin sharpened sticks sprung forward from low to the left. One glanced behind her. The other shot through her pants and caught her just above the knee. It was just a little puncture. The tiny simple spear dropped harmlessly to the ground. The three gathered together, catching their breath. All three now knew a little wee puncture from anything made by goblins was nothing to brush off lightly.

the three considered their options together wordlessly for a moment.

Fennis was aware that one of his new partners in rescue could possibly be in for a night of fever, and would need to be tied to somebody, in case the enemy dared another entrancing spell, or whatever it was. I mean, who the fuck knows with these goblins. How were they even sneaking around in this province anyway. And making captives of town maidens. Practically plucking them out of their beds.

Lenya was obsessively repeating in her mind that they needed to find their Belney. They must be close. Would she get what Belney got, the poison, from the little poke? Those fuckers. She needed to cut each of their green throats. To run her steel through them like soft apples. They still had an hour or so of light.

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Part of Bea had wondered if she had imagined the encounter with the beautiful red haired woman. Of course she knew it had happened but with so little evidence and with it being so out of the realms of reality she wondered if it had been a fever dream, a particularly vivid masturbatory fantasy or perhaps some kind of psychosis due to dehydration after a long day at work. She knew it had happened of course, Josh had apologised profusely for the late appointment the very next day, Lucy brought up the woman regularly asking if she had been in again and so Bea had to accept that it had happened but was unlikely to happen again. Over a month had passed since she and June had last seen each other and while Bea had spent many a night scouring facebook trying to find June North she had come up empty. She had asked Josh if he had her mobile number or email in order to ‘send her a loyalty offer’ but as she had been a walk in she had simply filled in her name and her medical information which left Bea with very little to go on. It didn’t really matter though, when they had met face to face June hadn’t seemed interested, hadn’t offered her number so it was probably for the best.

Meeting women, or anyone really, in London was never an easy feat. Owning her own business meant that Bea literally spoke to three people day in day out and then occasionally a few of the workers at some of the small businesses nearby. All of them were coupled up and she knew that while she was young, only just nearing twenty four, there was the constant fear that if she didn’t find someone she would end up alone. This message was mostly drilled into her by her Mum who asked weekly if she’d been on a date. After a lot of time spent on Bumble, Bea had eventually met someone on Hinge and agreed to go out on a date. Leaving work on time she applied a little pink lipstick to her full lips and added some mascara and black eyeliner, wanting to look good but not put on a different face entirely. Staying East she walked across to Shoreditch to Shoreditch House, giving her name at the door only to be told to go upstairs to the bar.

Bea knew it was a members only club and part of her thought it was douchey for the other woman to suggest it for a first date but Bea reasoned that it was better than a super busy bar where they wouldn’t be able to hear one another. Standing in the lift with what could only be described as a model – even could have been! – Bea felt thick and frumpy in comparison. Usually she tried not to let other people impact her own self worth but feeling anxious about the date meant her usual steady resolve was beginning to fray a little at the edges. She became very aware of the weight she was carrying around her stomach, how thick her thighs were and how her leather jacket was five years old. Stepping out of the lift she smiled at the model-esque woman before walking into the bar, glancing around curiously. Telling herself she was being ridiculous she let those negative thoughts drift away. She absolutely was not too poor to be here. She definitely was as attractive as the more than attractive clientele. Bea was about to text her date when she heard her name, following the sound she smiled when she recognised the face from her photos.

“Bea! Hi! I have a table over here,” Penny smiled. Without any hint of awkwardness she took Bea’s hand and led her over to a quiet table away from the main bar, the pair sinking into a deep velvet sofa, forced to sit with their knees resting against one anothers.

“Hello,” Bea smiled and shrugged off her leather jacket. “It’s great to meet you in person finally…”

Penny smiled warmly at that, crossing one leg over the other as she eyed Bea over slowly, thinking that for once someone actually looked like their profile pictures. “Yeah exactly – I was starting to run out of banter so we timed this pretty well.”

Bea nodded in agreement and laughed softly. “Yeah, my gif game is pretty strong but I was starting to run a little dry.”

“Well. Let me get you a drink? What will you have?” Penny asked and waved over to the waitress to come and take their order.

Mindful that this was a members bar Bea knew she was going to be spending a lot that night and tried to think of something that wouldn’t break the bank. “A gin and tonic would be great, please.”

The waitress nodded and smiled. “We have fifty gins in the bar and a selection of infused tonics… or we have a number of gin cocktails you might enjoy.”

Penny nodded with a bright smile, “…they do an amazing French 75… you must try it. You said you love gin.”

Bea felt both their eyes on her and she found herself nodding. “Sounds great to me.” Waiting as the waitress took Penny’s order she turned to face her again. “So do you spend a lot of time here?”

Penny made a face at that and shrugged her shoulders. “Sort of? I’m not actually a member. My work do a lot of events here so we kind of have an office membership? I come for work mostly or when they have interesting events on. denizli escort I could never afford the membership,” Penny admitted with a quiet laugh, tucking a strand of silver hair behind her heavily pierced ear. There were two little silver hoops in the lobes and then a little star and moon stud piercing the shell of her ear. “I am way too broke for that.”

Bea felt a wave of relief with those words, glad that they were at least on the same page and she wasn’t going to run up a bill and then expect to go halves. “Yeah. I’ve got to be honest when you suggested this place I was a little worried…”

“Oh you should have said,” Penny said with a frown, resting her hand on Bea’s knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. We just had an event here earlier today and I knew I’d be on time if it was here.”

“It’s okay,” Bea assured her, glancing down at the hand on her knee, admiring the selection of silver midi and gemstone rings that adorned her fingers. “It’s really nice here. Very comfy.”

“Yeah it is… until one of the celebs that think they’re cool because they were on Eastenders kicks off and makes a scene,” Penny laughed and rolled her eyes, taking her hand back and resting them back in her lap. “How was your day? You’re a masseuse right?”

Bea nodded and was about to speak when the waitress returned with their drinks. Giving the waitress a smile she glanced at the tiny glass and told herself she needed to take it slow. Clinking her glass to Penny’s she took a little sip, appreciating the sweet flavour but could tell it was strong. “Yeah, I am. I actually own my own little spa.”

“You do?” Penny said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s pretty cool. How is that going? What’s it called?”

“It’s going well,” Bea nodded. “We’ve been open a year which is a big milestone. It’s been tough but I love it. We’re called Float On.”

“Float On?” Penny asked, sipping her drink. “Unusual name.”

Laughing quietly Bea nodded. “Pretty much everything in my life is named after a song in one way or another. There’s a song by Modest Mouse called Float On? The way that song makes me feel when I hear it? It’s how I want people to feel when they leave… you accept the life happens but you can feel good despite it all.”

Penny thought about that for a moment and she smiled. “I think I know that song? Maybe? I’m more of a pop fan than an indie girl myself… but that’s really cool! You must have the softest hands in the world!”

Bea nodded and offered her hand for Penny to touch. “See for yourself?”

Penny met Bea’s eyes for a moment and reached out, dragging her fingertips over the palm of her hand only to move her thumb over the inside of her wrist. “Very soft. But you must get dodgy people every now and then?”

Hesitating for a moment she laughed and shook her head. “When I used to work at the hotels? All the time. But since I opened my own thing? I – we don’t charge enough that really entitled people looking for premium service come in and we charge a little too much for the average weirdo. We mostly get stressed out tech people, causal Shoreditch hipsters and the occasional stay at home Mum.”

Penny nodded, eyeing Bea over with a smile. “Sounds pretty great. Do you want dessert? They do the best sticky toffee pudding here.”

When she had set out that evening Bea had not intended to get the night train home. Bea had been pretty sure she would be bidding her date adieu around ten and yet here they were at two in the morning standing outside Voodoo Rays finishing off a huge slice of New York pizza to try and ease the hangover they both knew they were going to have the next day. Leaning against Penny she smiled to herself as she took her last bite of crust. “I am going to be so unhappy tomorrow,” Bea laughed, shaking her head.

“Or you might be super happy?” Penny protested, giving her hip a gentle nudge as she laced their fingers together, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before twirling her around on the spot.

“When I’m having to massage someone and trying not to be sick?” Bea raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be sad in the moment.”

Penny rolled her eyes and took her paper plate from her and put it into the bin. “But we’ve had a good night? Haven’t we?” For the most part Penny came across as incredibly confident and easygoing but there was an uncertainty in that question, a vulnerability that she couldn’t quite hide.

“We’ve had a great time.” Bea assured her, giving her hand a squeeze back. “What station do you need to go to?”

“Uh – I’ll go wherever you’re going. I want to walk you to the train?” Penny smiled, biting into her lip gently. “Say goodnight properly.”

Bea was going to argue but it felt nice for someone to want to look after her for a change. Turning and heading back towards Old Street station they held hands, both swaying a little as they tried to walk in a straight line and just the edges of their words slightly izmit escort slurred. She could feel Penny’s thumb sliding over the inside of her palm and over the inside of her wrist and couldn’t believe the way it was making her smile to herself. “I really thought tonight might be awful,” she admitted after they had been walking in silence for a few beats.

“What? Why?” Penny asked curiously, tilting her head to meet Bea’s eyes briefly. With just the moon and the glow of the orange street lamps illuminating their way it made her silver bob look like it was shining gold for a moment.

Bea shrugged her shoulders and gave a weak smile. “I guess I don’t have much faith in apps? It’s been a while since I met someone who genuinely made me laugh?”

Penny nodded in agreement, swaying their hands between them as they kept up a brisk pace, not wanting the cold air to seep too deep into their bones. “Yeah I know what you mean. I’ve met quite a few lasses and it’s just awkward or no spark at all.” Letting go of her hand as they tapped into the station Penny was quick to take it again once they moved onto the escalator. “I know it’s super mean to say this right now but… I don’t care. I had a really great time tonight and I know I’m drunk but I would really like to see you again? I’d take you home now but I want it to be clear that I’m – I’m into you. Not just for tonight.”

Bea was stood on the lower escalator step and she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. With biker boots, leopard print mini skirt, cashmere black jumper and hunter green car coat she was definitely a visual sight to be seen but Bea found she loved it, never having been one for fashion herself but Penny wasn’t fashionable she had style and it was the first time Bea had realised the difference. “I will take that into consideration,” she said after a moment of just looking into her blue eyes, Bea’s face feeling warm all over.

“Keeping me on my toes! I like it!” Penny grinned and twirled Bea again under her arm as they stepped off the escalator and went down to the platform. Curling her hands around Bea she gave her hips a gentle squeeze through her leather jacket.

Bea’s heels were just past the yellow safety line as she curled her arms around Penny’s neck, smiling shyly now as she felt butterflies in her stomach. “It has been a great evening,” she nodded in agreement. She was almost positive that Penny was going to kiss her but a train could arrive in any moment and the last thing she wanted was some awkward peck before backing into the carriage.

Luckily she didn’t have to wonder long as Penny leaned in and pressed her soft pouty lips to Bea’s, pulling Bea that little bit closer as they kissed soft and sweet.

Penny nuzzled her nose gently and smiled, her eyes still closed. “I hope I see you again soon.”

Bea felt a little like her breath had been taken away as she nodded a little too earnestly, “…you will!”

The train had pulled into the platform behind her and Penny let go just as the doors opened.

“Goodnight.” Bea whispered as she took a few steps back.

“Goodnight,” Penny echoed and smiled as she blew a kiss. She waited until the doors closed and the train pulled away before turning and heading home, the smile still tugging at her lips long after Bea had gone from view.

It was another miserable, wet November day and Bea was tired of the world. Standing in the line at the Tesco Metro to grab some milk for the spa she rubbed her eyes tiredly as she shuffled forward in the queue. Glancing at her iphone she checked to see if she had a reply from Penny but by this point wasn’t surprised when she didn’t see anything waiting for her. Despite the note they had left their date on Penny had yet to reply to a single text that Bea had sent her. After sending three texts in a row over a three day period Bea had given up, not able to be entirely pathetic. Smiling at the person behind the till she paid for the milk and started to walk back to the North side of the roundabout, narrowly missing getting hit by an errant cyclist as she crossed the road.

Pushing the door open she held the milk up to Josh who looked at her guiltily. “What?”

Josh made an ‘eek’ face and took the milk from her. “So. You know how you’re super tired and said you wanted to go home and get into bed?”

“I distinctly remember that being the last thing I said to you,” Bea nodded in agreement and eyed him suspiciously. “Because you know it’s been a long day.”

“Walk in. One more?” he asked and put his hands together in a prayer motion. “I will bring you coffee tomorrow. And a pastry.”

“It’s my business, you shouldn’t have to sweeten me up to work,” Bea laughed softly but even as she said it she wished that he hadn’t let them come in. It wasn’t just Penny ghosting her that had gotten her down but the general pants weather combined with flatmate politics and the date for the business rate hike inching that much closer. gaziantep escort It was the normal day to day stress of a small business owner in London that was just accentuated by romantic disappointment.

“Well that’s true,” Josh rolled his eyes and shut down his macbook and stood up. “She’s already in the room just chilling, got the whale sounds on and all that… I said you’d be a little while and she said she’d be happy to wait.”

“Okay. Thanks Josh,” Bea smiled and gave him a hug after shrugging off her raincoat, hanging it up in the closet. Seeing him out she locked the door behind him so no one else would walk in and then walked through to the treatment room. “Hello… I’m Bea and I’ll be your therapist today,” Bea murmured as she went over to the essential oil and tipped a few droplets onto some tissue. Walking over she was just going through the motions as she rested a hand on the woman’s covered back. “Take three deep breaths for me… in through the nose and out through the mouth… Have you been with us before?”

“Yes. Just once before.” A muffled voice came from the bed.

“That’s great. Thanks for coming back,” Bea smiled, taking the tissue away and then pressing hands at the top and base of her spine then sliding her hands over her body through the sheet. “Are there any particular points you want me to focus on? Any injuries?”

“My legs in particular. They’re really aching.” The muffled voice said.

Bea was pulling the sheet down and about to tuck it into the woman’s underwear when she saw she wasn’t wearing any, that voice immediately becoming recognisable as she saw the freckles that were covering her back. It was June. That long red hair that had been so distinctive the last time they had met was tied up in a top knot on top of her head, hence Bea missing it at first in the dusky light of the room. “Sure… of course…” Bea said softly and for a moment her hands trembled, unsure if she was more nervous or excited. On the one hand she was already anticipating what could happen, but what if that wasn’t what she wanted this time? That could have been a one off.

Turning to warm the oil on her hands she stood back, really taking a moment to admire her body as June lay stretched out across the bed ahead of her. The pink light cast from the salt lamp illuminated the dip in the small of her back, the curve of her ass leaving the rest of her body hidden in shadows. Even if nothing was going to happen Bea couldn’t deny that her body was incredible and counted herself as lucky to get to admire it, even for the briefest of moments. Once her hands were vibrating with warmth she placed her hands on June’s back and began the back massage. It had been just over a month since the last time they had been in this room together and while her mind had been thinking of the alternative activities they could be enjoying her focus was pulled to the state of her back as she felt nothing but knots beneath her skin.”You carry a lot of tension in your back.” Bea murmured as she felt firm knots in the top of her back and around her shoulders.

“My job – well, my life is quite stressful,” June murmured as she lay flat out on her stomach, wondering if she could tell the masseuse to give up on the charade and just pleasure her.

Bea nodded in understanding and moved her strong yet tender hands over her upper shoulders, applying pressure to each knot only to begin working it out till she felt it start to ease beneath her touch. “I’d suggest getting a massage more frequently or maybe taking some more baths? You’re very tense. You’re not going to leave like a noodle today,” Bea laughed quietly.

June’s eyes were closed but she rolled them behind her eyelids at the chit chat, never having been very fond of pleasantries or small talk. “I’m sure you can be creative in your way to relax me,” she said casually. June had had no intention of returning to the little spa across the road from one of her clients office but she had walked past it on the way to work and then had not been able to think of anything else. Since that evening June had touched herself more than once just thinking of what had happened in this cosy little room and now that she was so close there was no way she could resist reliving the fantasy.

All afternoon she had gone back and forth debating whether she should go again but as she came up with pros and cons she couldn’t ignore how wet she was getting. At one point she had slipped off to the bathroom, unable to ignore the ache of her pussy for a minute longer. Using a little lipstick sized vibrator she had gotten off in the disabled bathroom having hoped that would quell the ache inside of her. No such luck. As she left the office that night she had walked past the little spa thinking it would be closed but there was still a light inside and as she approached the window the same pink haired boy with a nose ring had been sat behind the desk. June had just been about to turn away when he saw her through the glass and offered her a warm smile and a wave. Before she could overthink it he was handing her a camomile tea, hanging up her coat and it was all so warm and comforting and the prospect so inviting that she could hardly resist. That’s how she had found herself flat out naked on her back asking this pretty young thing to touch her.

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Chapter 4: Champions

On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a “Roots of Judaism” text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the words to express it to Kira.

“Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial answer?” I said.

“Uh huh,” Kira answered absently, absorbed in the thick book.

“Well, do you think that I could ever be ‘good looking?’ I mean, I know I could never be beautiful or anything like that, but do you think that, maybe with, like an extreme make over or something, I could be, uh, maybe not too ugly?'” Kira looked up at me, over the lenses of her reading glasses, something that I always thought looked cute.

“Rachel, honey, I think you’re already beautiful…” Kira ventured.

“I know baby, and I love you beyond life for it, but you’re not being impartial, and that’s what I really need here,” I said. “Could I ever be pretty, or good looking, or cute, or, not gross if, say, people taught me to do stuff to look better?” There were tears in my eyes already, and I had a feeling that this was going to be harder for me to discuss than I had expected.

“C’mere baby, Kira said, patting the mattress next to where she was stretched out, her upper body resting against the headboard, her panties-covered bottom and bare legs and feet resting on the mattress. She was wearing a tee shirt with “Cheerleader Squad” in green silk-screened on it, no bra, her hair hanging loose, and a pair of white athletic socks, and of course, her panties had kittens on them, this being Thursday. Kira was sometimes a slave to habit.

I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed, wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father’s, that I’d rescued when my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death, and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit hypocritical, given her ‘animals on the panties’ issues, and her own fuzzy bunny slippers.

I sat down next to her, and Kira put her arms around me and hugged me, her fingers stroking my long brown hair. I never needed a hug so badly as then, and I felt so warm and safe in her arms there. Of course, that just made me start crying for real, then. Kira held me, and just made quiet little “shshsh” sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn’t been actively trying to fuck with my head.

I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, “I’ll bet I look REAL attractive now, huh?” And Kira said, “My impartial answer is, ‘You’ve looked better.'” I started giggling and said, “This is my serious heartfelt problem for the day, and YOU’RE making me giggle?” I tried to look outraged, but didn’t have much luck.

“Okay, seriously Rachel, you really ARE good looking, that’s my impartial answer. And the feminist, empowering answer is that looks are a man-generated non issue, and that looks aren’t important. But I understand that you want to demonstrate to yourself somehow that you’re good looking, at least that’s what I THINK you want.” Kira looked at me uncertainly, and I slowly nodded my head, as I looked deeply into her soft blue eyes. My fingers nervously flattened the wrinkles in the sheet next to me.

“Yeah, that kind of sounds like it. I’d just like to BELIEVE that I’m not ugly,” I said, tears welling up again. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, and sniffled, then looked at Kira.

“Do you think that you’ll EVER believe you’re good looking?” Kira said, “given what your mother did to you?” She pulled a tissue from the tissue box on her side of the bed, and handed it to me. I dabbed at my eyes and nose. “Think about it. You wonder if you could ever be considered ‘good looking,’ but you keep defaulting to ‘not ugly.’ And the longer you talk about your looks, the lower your self-assessment becomes.”

“I didn’t notice that,” I said, mulling over her words. “But I think that I can.” A brief smile flashed over my face, and then was gone, like a passing butterfly.

“Well then, it’s for sure that you’re not going to believe that I can be impartial about your looks,” Kira said, thoughtfully, her hand over mine. “And I don’t think that you could be impartial about your looks either. So, maybe if somebody else said you were ‘attractive,’ ‘cute,’ whatever, then you’d have to believe them, right?” Her eyes remained steady on mine.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “But none of our friends would tell us the truth if they thought it would hurt either of us, and strangers would just think I was crazy if I asked them.” We both sat there for a while, my fingers absently stroking Kira’s bare thigh, so smooth denizli escort and tan. Kira seemingly went back to reading her Theology text, and had perused a paragraph or two of it, when she suddenly slammed the book shut, making a loud CRACK!, and startling me.

“I know!” Kira said. “The Winter Festival, just before Christmas break. There’s always a contest to elect ‘Santa’s Helpers.’ It’s supposed to be a charitable thing to raise money, but it ends up being a beauty contest, at least for the girls. The guys usually end up electing a dog, or a wacky celebrity or something as the male Santa’s Helpers.”

“A dog?” I said.

“Yeah, one year they elected a bottle of beer – they don’t seem to take it very seriously,” she said. “But, it’s always been pretty competitive among chicks.” I giggled.

“You sound like a guy. Chicks?”

“Why not?” Kira said, mock-leering at me. “I like the same thing.” She cupped one of my breasts, and gently squeezed it, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me for a few moments. She pulled her face away from mine, and said, “Anyway, I think a beauty contest is just what you need, sexist or not.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I said. “I mean a campus-wide contest, that’s ridiculous, I couldn’t compete with most of the girls here!”

“Well, I disagree with you, I think you could, but that’s the beauty of it. Er, sorry. I mean that’s what makes it perfect. It’s a dorm-wide competition. Each dorm elects their own male and/or female Santa’s Helpers. You can compete for the Female Santa’s Helper from ‘The Madhouse!’ Besides the great honor of representing Madison Hall, there are many awesome gifts for the winners, I think last year Ellen Johnson from the 3rd floor, and an Abyssinian named ‘Clyde’ won a big bag of Cheetos and a $10 Starbucks gift card. I think Clyde got the Cheetos, and Ellen got the gift card… or was it the other way around…?”

Kira pretended to look thoughtful, so I hit her with my pillow. I think any jury in the country would vote to acquit, don’t you? LOL

“So, what do you think? I’d ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up, and do your hair, and, and, everything! I’m getting excited!” Kira smiled happily.

“Mm, do you REALLY think it’ll be okay?” I said. “I don’t mean do you think that I’ll win, I just mean, do you think I won’t get too embarrassed?”

“Sure, it’s a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else gets embarrassed, see?”

“In that case, okay, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY appreciate you helping me, ’cause I don’t have a clue what to do!” I hugged Kira, and then we kissed, our soft and full lips coming together, the sweetest, most romantic sensation I’ve ever truly felt every time I’ve done it. The sweetest thing about my lovely, blonde goddess Kira, is that she’s ALWAYS so good to me, even if I don’t deserve it. Her lips, so full and warm, softly conveyed her love for me, gently pressing against mine, her breath through her nose blowing warmly and lightly across my cheek. Her strong, small hands held me, as though she were afraid I was going to fly away in the middle of our kiss.

Her full, ripe breasts pressed against mine, and I sensed, rather than actually felt, her small pink nipples hard and erect against my own breasts. I brought one hand up to feather it across her left breast, feeling her roundness, and her heat. I could die, having known Kira’s breasts, everything else was a bonus in life. We broke our kiss apart, and I looked into her eyes. I was stunned to see a glimmer of fear there. “Kira, what?” I said, fearful now myself.

“Nothing,” she said. “I just don’t want to ever lose you…”

“I will never leave you,” I said, perhaps foolishly. It’s for certain that the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was new to the Art of Loving, and didn’t know any better.

Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed and caressed, inhaled each other’s sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each other’s state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira’s warm, round bottom, our heat connecting, but not our flesh, my hands outside of her thin cotton panties, her nimble fingers idly stroking my crotch, through the worn blue denim. We both came, gently and just barely, lazily, because that was right for the time. As I was dozing off, Kira whispered, “Just one rule in the Pageant.”

“What’s that?” I mumbled.

“No fuzzy cat slippers on contestants,” she said.

“Not even on Clyde?” I said. Her answer was inaudible as we both fell asleep.

The next day, we both got up pretty early, and headed out to our respective classes, a full day for both of us. I didn’t get back to the room until 7, after a late class and dinner at the dining hall, salad and chicken fingers, with a glass of milk. I walked in, to find Kira at her study desk, wearing her usual animal panties (giraffes this time), izmit escort white athletic socks, and a plain blue polyester blend collared blouse, nothing else. Her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders fetchingly. She leaned her face up to me to be kissed, and after some small talk and catching up, I stripped down to panties and tee shirt, and headed over to the desk on the other side of the room to start my studies.

I had opened up my text, and was reading, for probably 15 minutes, when I heard a soft voice call, “Baby?”

I swiveled my arm chair around, to see Kira in her arm chair, facing me, a mysterious, faint smile on her face. Kira didn’t say a word, but, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, slowly brought her right hand up to the top button on her blouse, fingering it open, then moving on to the next, and the next languidly, until her blouse hung open, and the inner swell of her full, creamy breasts was exposed, and I could see the little peaks her tiny, erect pink nipples made in the crisp fabric.

I was pleased to see that Kira wasn’t wearing a bra, and had decided to share a view of her beautiful body with me, her beautiful breasts forcing the fabric apart, like a broad-shouldered football player crashing through a line of opponents. But Kira didn’t stop there. She pulled the blouse off her shoulders, but left it still on, like a stole, so that my entire focus was on her lovely breasts, their full swell, and her sweet, oh so feminine pink nipples and areolas. She brought her hand up to her erect nipple on her right breast, and began circling it lightly with her finger.

I looked at Kira, and she was clearly excited, and caught up in her own seduction of me. She looked straight into my eyes, and licked her upper lip for me, then her lower lip, her upper torso moving faintly, sinuously and slowly. I licked my own lips, as my mouth had turned dry for some reason. Kira moved her hips forward on the chair a few inches, causing my eyes to focus there momentarily, and I could see a noticeable wet spot, glistening right where the slit of her pussy was hidden, her fluid in excess wetting the fabric there with her cream.

Kira continued stroking her breast, then went on to lightly pinching each of her nipples, the small, wet circle at her crotch getting larger. I found my own hand now, between my legs, absently stroking the outline of my pussy. I could feel my curly pubic hair compress, spring-like, under my fingers, as I strove to make more contact with the sensitive nerve endings there, in my clit and my labia, as they engorged with blood and my passion rose sharply. A faint whiff of my own musk rose up to tickle my nose, and inflame my lust further.

Soon, we were both engaged in a mutual exhibition, and a wonderful masturbatory seduction, Kira softly stroking her small, rough nipples, then bringing her other hand to the sweet area between her slim thighs, and tracing the outline of her labia, pausing to stroke her swollen pink clit, and, wetting her finger against the moist fabric, brought her finger delicately to her nose, and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her tight, little pussy, then taking the wet finger into her mouth and sucking it in between her soft lips.

I gave a little moan, and slipped my finger under the elastic legband of my own panties, in the crease of my pubic vee on the right side, my finger finding my own wet, open slit an inch away, and slipped inside my tight opening. My hips pushed forward at this stimulation, causing my finger to slip all the way inside, and I moaned again.

I took the finger out of my hot vagina, reluctantly, then echoed Kira’s actions, bringing the wet digit up to my nose to smell, and become intoxicated by, the musky, fragrant aroma of my aroused pussy, and slipped the cream-coated finger into my mouth, to savor the flavor of a hot pussy.

Kira, on seeing that, cooed softly, then more blatantly pulled the front of her panties down, giving me an intoxicating view of her small blonde bush, her swollen, pink lips and reddish slit between, and, nestled just below her bush, the tiny, pink treasure of a pearl. She leaned back in her chair, exposing her sweet cunt to me, making herself sexually available to me, submitting to me, inviting me inside her.

That pink, wet pussy, pouting and plump, reeled me in, like a deep sea fisherwoman hauling in a sailfish. As though in a dream I rose up, pulled off my tee shirt to bare my breasts for her, my brown nipples stiffly erect for her mouth and fingers, and walked over to Kira, sprawled dreamily in her study chair, her blouse still on, but covering nothing, her pussy pushed forward, the panties covering her wet slit again. Kira looked up at me and smiled sexily, a woman in full sexual heat. Her hands went to my panties, one hand tugging at the waistband, the other closely cupping my cunt and bush. Kira tugged my panties off one hip, the bottoms uncovering one ass cheek, then, switching hands, so that her other hand now cupped and pressed my fabric-covered gaziantep escort pussy, lowered my panties off the other hip, baring my other ass cheek, so that I essentially had nothing on, other than where her hand inexplicably still covered my hole with the fabric of my panties.

Then she pushed, and rotated the fabric against my mons and opening, until it was soaked with my own cream, and fragrant with my musk. Kira then lowered her hand from my pussy, taking away the last vestige of cloth covering me, and brought my wet panties down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. She then brought the moist panties up to her cute nose, and, covering her face with them, inhaled the scent of the most intimate parts of my body. After one deep breath, she gently took the panties off her face, then placed them aside on the desk, like a birthday present set aside while one thanks the gift-giver.

Kira looked up at me, her full pink lips whispering, “My beautiful lover,” then put her hand on my bottom, and pulled me, willingly, toward her face. My hips on the same level as her mouth, her intentions were obvious, and I brought my legs astraddle the chair to make it easier for her. Kira’s soft lips gently kissed my bush, the springy brown hair there, rebounding from her lips pressed against it, then ducked her head slightly to bring the tip of her pink tongue against the pink of my clit, her knowing tongue applying just the right amount of friction on that sensitive organ.

I gasped, the immediate pleasure of her touch surprising me, then pressed my full hips against her mouth, greedily seeking greater contact. Kira sensed this, and pulled back to maintain her light contact, but compensated for my anticipated disappointment, by insinuating one of her index fingers, moistened with her own pussy cream, between the globes of my full, warm bottom. I moaned, to feel her long finger delving deeper into my compliant furrow. I put my hands on the back of her head to try to force her face into my heated cunt, but she was enjoying teasing me too much.

I stood up on my tiptoes, to try to get her hot tongue into my leaking slit, and finally, Kira thrust her tongue deep inside me, and I moaned deeply as I felt her thrusting into me, and her cute snub nose deliberately bumping into my sensitive clit. Meanwhile, Kira was alternately finger fucking my ass hole, and scraping her sharp nail around the outside of my anal pucker.

“Oh, honey, I’m cumming now,” I said, as shocks of electricity radiated out of my clit, throughout my body. “Oh, GOD!” I screamed. “OH, YEAH!! FUCK!” I was afraid that I might get too loud, and attract attention down the hall – goodness knows what the girls in the next room thought already, the way we fucked! I held on, through several orgasmic waves, then stroked my fingers through Kira’s long hair as she slowed her licking of my increasingly sensitive clit. She slipped her finger out of my ass, and, reaching up, teasingly tapped the tip of my nose with the finger, then my lips. I was afraid to open my mouth, I didn’t know if she’d slip her dirty finger between my lips. The smell was stimulating, though, and strangely, wonderfully attractive.

Kira stood up and smiled at me, her face glistening with my juices, and brought her lips to mine, her hands framing my face. Cum was something I was a little more used to, and I kissed her back gratefully, the fragrance was wonderful, but it only made me hungrier for her own feminine cream. “Let’s get in bed,” I whispered in her ear. Kira nodded, and we held our embrace as we sort of hopped together over to the bed, then fell on it. The impact separated us, and Kira slid herself into the center of the bed.

I kneeled next to her as she centered herself, on her back, her sweet body open and available to me. As she looked at me expectantly and vulnerable, I turned around on the bed, then lay down next to her, on my side, my feet at the head of the bed, my head at her feet. Kira whistled, “This looks like fun! Where’d you learn this? I know I didn’t teach it to you…”

“You’re not the only one who knows different sexual positions, y’know,” I teased back. “What do you think I’m doing on the Internet, when I’m not looking up data reports on the Dow Jones Index?”

“Dow Jones this, motherfucker!” Kira squealed, and quickly brought her head between my legs, my thighs parting to allow her closer access to my cunt. Meanwhile, I moved so that I was laying on top of her in the classic ’69’ position, and urged her legs up, which canted her pussy right into my face. I could smell her wet puss, and began lapping at her swollen labia, her exposed clit, and deep inside her silky opening, in no particular order or effort to build her to an orgasm. Rather, I was concerned about getting myself as deeply into her cunt as possible.

Kira pulled my hips, cunt and ass onto her face, and she resumed licking at me as she’d done before, and both of her hands were busy playing with, and stroking, my ass cheeks and hole. In that position my ass hole was pulled open for her. We lay there joined, licking each other’s sweet pussies, and generating numerous mild orgasms. I could feel Kira’s cums, as her pussy tightened around my tongue, and she produced more of her creamy fluid, though you couldn’t say that she “came” in my mouth, as pleasant as I found that thought to be.

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Resting a hip against the bumper of her jeep, Kairi watches the gray haze of morning tinge green as the sun peaks over the mountainous horizon. With a soft sigh she pulls on her day pack. The lot at the beginning of the trail is empty except for her Jeep. Closing her eyes for a minute she listens to the soft click of limb on limb as the light breeze ripples around her, the leaves whispering as they sway with the branches.

Shrugging her shoulders she feels the weight of the pack settle. With little more than water, lunch, a change of clothes, small towel, sweatshirt, and a flashlight. She nudges away from the Jeep, gently pushing past the trees overhanging the path, and starts ambling along. With every step she feels the dust cloud up around her boots noting that it’s been a while since rain has passed through this area at all, the short scrub oaks offering hardly any shade as she makes her way along the trail. Reaching out a hand she lets the leaves slip over her fingers feeling them brush waxy and dry over her skin.

Long auburn hair teased away from her face and gliding down her back in a loose braid, sunglasses, perfectly obscuring her light green eyes, and long lashes. Her Lithe athletic form clothed in a khaki tank top, hiking shorts (the pockets bulging with a small first aid kit, and weatherproof matches), white anklets peeking out just over the top edge of her hiking boots. She moves with a feline grace covering the distance quickly.

Stopping at a high point on the trail she sits down her legs swinging lightly back and forth against the ledge to take in the tree covered valley below. Kairi’s heels beating against the rock causing a racket of small rocks and dust to clatter down the face of the mountain trail. Turning her head slightly she traces the path with her eyes, watching it curve down away from her in a soft crescent and disappear into a small copse of trees. With her mouth set in a thin line of concentration she can almost hear the crash of a small waterfall down below.

Leaning back on her hands and taking a deep breath she feels the sun glide over her skin. The light breeze making goose bumps rise from the sweat lingering there. Gingerly she finally retreats from the ledge overlooking the valley and rubs her hands together. The light orange almost blush dust, clouds, and falls from them. Reaching back she brushes stray pebbles and dust from her butt and starts walking again.

Finally reaching the small copse and the cool shade it has to offer, Kairi continues following the trail until it leads her to the small Waterfall. She watches as the water tangles with the pool at its base, droplets of water glimmering in the sparse sunlight to fall back in ripples along the surface of the dark pool. Walking to a large flat boulder near the pool she takes off her pack and pulls out a bottle of water drinking down three quarters of it before pausing to look around to see if she’s totally alone.

With a soft smile curling her petal lips she takes off her sunglasses, pouring the rest of the bottled water over her hands washing them, then she slowly works her hair free from the thick loose braid. Her fingers combing through it feeling her locks fall in in soft curls around her oval face, her braid having made it springy compared to her usual straight locks.

Listening to hear if there is anyone nearby she starts shrugging out of her clothes. Sitting on the edge of the boulder she first takes off her shoes and socks tucking them inside. Then standing on the moss covered edge of the pool she steps out of her shorts tossing them on the boulder, followed by her panties, tank top, and Bra. Standing there naked she slowly enters the pool, denizli escort getting used to the chill.

Feeling the goose-bumps rise up the length of her body she shivers and lifts her hands up over her head as she slowly crouches deeper into the water. With a soft spring she dives in skimming just below the surface. The lily white of her skin a sharp contrast to the dark shade of the trees around her, her body striped with the few rays of light that filter through the thick limbs as she swims.

Surfacing just before she gets to the fall she takes a deep breath and dives back under, feet fluttering wildly pushing her down beneath the force of the falling water. When her hands touch the algae covered rock bottom she spins quickly and pushes off with her feet, deftly surfacing up under the fall. Her hands blindly searching along the rock face, for the ledge she knows is there.

With fingers folding over the wet gritty edge, she pulls up turning during the pull so she can sit on the small ledge, her butt resting precariously, wiggling back until her shoulder blades are pressed into the rock bare feet swinging back and forth to kick at the falling water. Feeling it cascade and pull at them attempting to draw her back out into the fall. The cool water coating her skin in small droplets as it falls towards the pool.

Closing her eyes she folds her arms and rests her head back against the rock wall. Kairi’s body shivers tearing through her with the cool humid air behind the fall. Her skin coated in a glaze of water from the fall. Taking another deep breath she pushes her heels into the rock and slips down under the water again letting it crash over her, pushing till her toes rest on the bottom. Feeling a few bubbles leak from her nose she settles down and springs off the bottom legs rocking together in a quick undulation shooting out of the water waist high.

In the few seconds it takes for the water to clear from her ears she hears a muffled cat call just before she slips back under the surface of the pool. Kairi’s face flushing with the realization that she’s not alone in this secluded place naked, shaking her head in frustration under the water she slowly surfaces and lets just her head bob to the surface taking a breath of air as she looks towards the shore seeing a dark figure leaning casually against the boulder near her clothes.

Stroking her arms through the water slowly only her shoulders and head revealed above the surface of the pool the lids of her eyes tightening as she looks at the figure, noticing that they are average height and clothed in light hiking gear as she had been. Stopping about 20 feet away she stands on the bottom of the pool the rest of her body still concealed in the darkness of the water. Biting her lip as she decides what to say, she hears a soft lilting voice carrying easily to her ears.

“Hey you’re not a Naiad are you?” the whole statement colored with a bit of impending laughter.

Cocking her head slightly Kairi smirks and says. “Not that I’m aware of, I just wanted to cool off after the hike up here strange I didn’t see anyone on the trail with me.”

With a soft chuckle the figure responds. “Well that’s an easy answer I was following you from a distance. Since the first time I laid eyes on you I wanted to meet you.”

Shifting uncomfortably in the cool water, Kairi sighs and feels a blush heat her cheeks. “Well then you are at an advantage. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before and I’m kind of trapped in the water. If you didn’t notice all my clothes are on the boulder beside you.”

Taking a step back from the boulder the figure responds. “Well it’s not like izmit escort I’m holding them hostage if you’re cold feel free to come get dressed.”

Feeling her lips curl down in chagrin Kairi slowly walks towards the shore, water shedding from her skin and hair in rivulets, her long auburn hair flowing down her back almost reaching her sculpted ass. Kairi crosses her arms over her heavy breasts feeling her hard nipples press into the skin of her forearms eyes gliding over the woman standing next to her clothes.

Light accenting her blond hair plucking the highlights and perfectly accenting her steel blue eyes, noticing that they are both almost the same height Kairi sighs and turns reluctantly taking her eyes off the beauty beside her to look for her pack and dragging it to her. Teeth biting into her lip as she pulls the small towel from inside. Toweling off briskly and tucking her hair up in it.

Pulling on her thong and sports bra she turns back to the woman saying softly. “I can’t imagine what would inspire someone as lovely as you to follow me all the way up here just to meet me. My name is Kairi by the way.”

Offering her hand a smile curling her lips she says. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Kairi. I’m Bayle.” watching as the corner of her mouth lift in a grin she continues. “Obviously, you don’t see yourself clearly Kairi.”

Shrugging softly and dropping Bayle’s hand. Kairi turns and pulls the towel from her hair gently working it through the wet folds, laying it on the boulder she rests a hip against it and drags a vented brush through hair. Green eyes shifting back to Bayle taking her in from head to toe. “I’m just wondering what you think is going to happen out here in the middle of nowhere Bayle?”

Rather than answer Bayle’s blue eyes flash mischievously and she takes a step closer her hand lifting to trace the line of Kairi’s jaw with her fingertips. Thin long fingers sliding back into Kairi’s wet hair, to fist and pull her into a deep wet kiss. Gasping in surprise Kairi feels Bayle’s tongue tease into her mouth and sighs softly when it flicks over hers.

Feeling instantly turned on Kairi rests her hands on Bayle’s hips drawing her close. With the smooth texture of Bayle’s skin under her hands, she gently slides them up under the short tank top drawing her deeper into the kiss. Bayle’s free hand resting half curled against Kairi’s shoulder, her nails scratching lightly over the smooth curve of her shoulder.

Panting Bayle gently tugs on Kairi’s hair breaking the kiss. With her Steel blue eyes locked on Kairi’s light green, she brushes her hands down Kairi’s sides and then back up, gently tugging her sports bra off over her head whispering. “It took all my willpower not to stop you from putting this back on Kairi.” Tossing it back onto the boulder her hands cup settling breasts and rolls her tongue around each hardening nipple.

Instinctively Kairi tangles her hands in Bayle’s hair holding her against her breasts. Gasping and panting as Bayle takes both her taunt nipples into her mouth rolling them in her teeth, fingers and Palms gently massaging the sides of each heavy breast. Bayle tilts her head back slightly to let her nipples scratch free of her mouth smirking at the soft whimper escaping Kairi’s lips.

Softly taking Kairi’s nipples back into her mouth she slips her tongue playfully around her aureole and kisses down her belly. Firm hands gently pushing Kairi back into the boulder as her fingers glide down her hips pushing the thong down them. Bayle helps Kairi step out of them and tosses the thong to the rest of her clothes. Bayle’s knees hitting the soft moss next to the boulder, sliding ısparta escort her shoulder under Kairi’s knee as she lay back onto the boulder. Her other hand slides up and cups her butt moaning softly as her moist dark sex blossoms and the scent of sex fills Bayle’s nose.

Kairi’s shoulders press into the Boulder through the wet towel she’d just placed there shivering as the sensations tumble through her, lost too much in the feelings to stop the sudden pleasure filling her from head to toe. Even in the cool darkness of the small copse of trees, and the humidity of the falls, she feels a shimmer of heat radiate from within her. Searing away any hesitance as lust takes over her awareness.

Squirming lightly her hips bucking to the soft tease of Bayle’s warm breath on her lips and burgeoning clit, Kairi rocks them forward a soft “please” pouring from her lips. Reaching up and back she grasps the edge of the boulder and uses the leverage to press her lips to Bayle’s shivering with the need building hot within her. Smiling wryly at Kairi’s plea Bayle gently teases the tip of her tongue along the thickening fringe of Kairi’s lips moaning as the taste blazes along her tongue and down her throat.

Deftly sliding her other hand up over Kairi’s hip she teases her long nail around her clit then strokes the pad of her forefinger along the length of her now hard clit. Watching and feeling each subtle motion of Kairi’s building need for fulfillment. Sliding her finger down into Kairi’s slit Bayle gathers up some of her juices and then drags them back over Kairi’s clit working in slow circles around it until it’s glistening and hard the hood pulled back and revealing the beautiful nib.

Growling as her restraint begins to falter Kairi digs her fingers into the boulder feeling the harsh grit and stone not give an inch under her touch. Rocking to Bayle’s fingers and face her hips blazing at Bayle’s teasing touch. With her lips pulled back in a grimace she whispers. “God Bayle, take me you’re driving me crazy.”

As she hears this Bayle leans forward and gently teases her tongue around the entrance of Kairi’s sex her tongue sweeping inside her as a smile curls her lips, letting the scent and flavor fill her mouth and nose. Hearing Kairi rock to her and grind on her tongue, Bayle pushes deeper till her tongue is fully embedded inside holding deep then slowly starting to bob her head building Kairi’s bliss.

Pressing her heels down onto the edge of the bolder Kairi rides Bayle’s face Kairi’s entire body quivering as the sensations build and tingle up through her hips and along her spine making her rock frantically to Bayle’s tongue. Moaning as the orgasm rips through her making her body writhe and buck wildly on the hard rock barely feeling anything but the pleasure. Kairi’s mouth and eyes snapping open wide as she screams. “Fuck! Yes! Bayle!”

Bayle slowly pulls her tongue out after drinking all she can from Kairi’s core. Each hand massaging either Kairi’s Butt or her clit keeping her at climax by moving her fingers, Bayle softly flicks her clit with her tongue and trails it lightly around her sex gathering up every luscious drop. Feeling Kairi rock and grind to her tongue. Turning her head slightly she sighs and slurps first one lip then the other into her mouth sucking them free of lusty juices.

Tenderly kissing each inner thigh Bayle clambers up onto the rock with Kairi and nuzzles close pressing a soft kiss to her lips feeling Kairi snuggle closer and kiss her hungrily back. Her hands gliding into the golden silk of Bayle’s hair and holding her to the kiss tasting her bliss from Bayle’s tongue.

Breaking the kiss Kairi trails her fingertips over Bayle’s features whispering. “Mm.. It’s a pleasure to meet you Bayle.”

Brushing Kairi’s fingertips with her lips Bayle whispers back. “The feeling is Mutual Kairi.” They continue to lie on the boulder together enjoying each other as the sun shifts across the sky and through the trees.

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It had been a sordid start to the night, even by our standards. The sisters’ hands were trembling as they sat gingerly down at the table, both of them surely hyper-aware that they were sitting in an upmarket restaurant with hard plastic objects inserted up their assholes: objects that they had just shared with their sister, with all that entailed.

It was ironic, therefore, that what I wanted next from the evening was something far softer, yet almost certainly far harder to achieve. And yet that near impossibility was what drove my desire: the need for me to push them both so far beyond their comfort zones, while thrilling them with an intensity that neither could ever have experienced before. I understood that Jane and Anne had feelings that matched mine, that they found scarcely believable excitement by allowing themselves to be used in the most extreme ways that I could devise. They still had limits – reasonable, rational limits – but I was determined to break them.

+++

The hotel suite had possibly the largest bed I had ever seen. I poured us some more champagne, indicated that Jane and Anne should sit on the edge of the bed, and sat myself down in a chair facing them.

“That was incredible,” I said, tossing my phone over to them. Without needing to be told, they scrolled through the extraordinary obscene pictures that they had taken in the restroom cubicles. Sitting on the bed, their shoulders almost touching, their eyes scanned the images of their asses spread wide and filled with the butt plug and beads. Their faces showed little reaction, although I was pleased to see that Jane’s long nipples were poking at the black material of her dress.

“You’re a pervert,” said Anne simply.

“I think we know we all are,” I replied. “Which is pretty damn wonderful for all of us, don’t you think?”

“I can’t even tell whose is whose!” Jane commented. It was a delightful detail that, for all their physical and temperamental differences, both sisters were blessed by similarly fabulous asses.

“Ever done anything like that before?” I asked. “Maybe some time one of you helped the other out in a moment of need? ‘Here, have mine’ kind of thing?”

Anne blushed deeply. “Never like that.”

“But something like that, maybe?”

Anne looked sideways at Jane, as if she was wondering whether to disclose a secret. “When I was at college and not getting any action, Jane gave me a vibe. Told me she’d never found much use for it. I never did that with it, that’s for sure,” she added, pointing at a photo of the butt plug in her asshole.

“How did that feel?” I asked. “Using your sister’s vibe.”

“I’d only ever used it once or twice,” Jane interjected. “I never got the hang of it.”

“You’d had it in your pussy, and then you gave it to Anne for her to put in hers. That must have felt weird.”

“Maybe,” Jane replied. “I think I liked the idea of getting her a bit more grown-up. You know, big sister corrupting her annoying little brat of a little sister.”

“What about you, Anne? When you used it for the first time, how did it feel knowing that it had already been in Jane’s pussy?”

Anne blushed again. “A little dirty, I suppose. I tried not to think about it.”

“Did you use it a lot?” I asked. Anne nodded. “Did you cum a lot, fucking yourself with your big sister’s vibe?” She nodded. “Did you ever use it again, Jane?” I asked.

It was Jane’s turn to blush. “One time I was staying with her. She knew I’d been having a quiet time, so just before I went to bed she gave it to me.”

“Did you think about the fact it had been up Anne’s cunt while you were touching yourself, Jane?”

“Maybe a little,” Jane conceded sheepishly. “It gave it a bit of an edge.”

“Jesus, Jane, you’re such a slut,” Anne commented quietly.

“Take your dress off and show us how you masturbate with a vibe,” I said, pulling one out of a drawer and throwing it over to her.

Jane caught the slim plastic toy easily. A year ago the whole scenario would have filled her with indignation and rage. Now she simply slipped the dress to her ankles, moved back fully on the bed in just her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, and lay back.

She turned the vibe on to a low setting, and started to rub the tip up and down the crotch of her panties. Anne remained sitting on the edge of the bed, but her eyes were fixed on her sister’s lewd performance.

Jane slipped one hand inside her bra, and began to play with her nipples. I knew how important it was for her to have them roughly stimulated.

“Did you ever masturbate together?” I asked. Anne shook her head, while Jane continued to tease the outside of her panties with the vibe. “Is it good to have Anne watching you now, Jane?”

“I don’t know,” Jane replied, still concentrating on her self-pleasure. “I’m feeling pretty good, as you can see. Feels good with those damn beads up my butt, too.”

“Would you like Anne to masturbate too, Jane?” I asked.

“Sure, why not? The more the merrier.”

“Anne, denizli escort do you want to masturbate with Jane?” The hungry look on Anne’s face told me her answer. I tossed a second vibe over to her. She quickly shrugged off her blouse and skirt, and lay on the bed beside her sister.

It was an enthralling sight, the two women lying next to each other on the bed, their legs opened towards me, both of them engaged in the normally private act of self-pleasure.

“Take each other’s bras off,” I ordered. “We know how your breasts always need lots of attention.” There was a brief pause, as they each interrupted their play. “Anne, you first, take off Jane’s bra.”

Anne looked at me. This was it, we were finally getting to the point. No matter what had happened in the past, it had always essentially been me and one of them. There might have been hundreds of times in the past when the sisters would have helped each other to dress and undress, but this time it felt completely different.

Anne glanced down at her sister. She knew she was free to do as she chose: the compulsion that had cemented our relationship at the start was gone, and she could leave at any moment. And yet throughout our time together there had always been that unspoken element that I was sure had been in their minds, that delicious thrill they got from the intimate proximity of their sister.

Anne wanted to bare Jane’s breasts, I was sure, she wanted to reach under her sister’s prostate body, unclip the bra, lift it away and expose those fabulous nipples to our sight. And then she wanted Jane to do the same for her, for her sister to gently remove her bra and let it drop, feeling her nipples swell as her sister freed her full round breasts.

Anne reached under Jane, who arched her back obligingly. There was a moment’s awkward fumbling, and then the bra was loose and Anne pulled it onto the bed. “There you go, sis,” she said quietly.

“Now Anne,” I said. Jane sat up, and climbed around behind her sister. She carefully unhooked Anne’s bra and pulled it off her shoulders.

“Face each other,” I said. They both half-turned so that they were kneeling on the bed, face to face, Jane in her panties and lingerie, Anne in only the red thong. The atmosphere was silent, charged.

“You both have such beautiful breasts,” I said softly. “So different, both so beautiful. I love the contrast, it’s perfect. You must have thought, sometimes, what it would be like to be the other. What it must feel like to have Jane’s long sensitive nipples. To cup Anne’s full soft breasts in your hand.” They both nodded, eyes fixed tenderly on their sister’s breasts. “You can,” I whispered, “you can.”

Jane pushed her chest forward slightly, an almost involuntary invitation. Anne raised her hands, then waited, still not quite able to cross such a forbidden barrier.

“Go on,” whispered Jane, “I want you to.”

Anne gently rested her fingers on Jane’s small breasts, her fingers splayed around the long hard brown nipples.

“Touch them, Anne, touch them,” Jane said. Anne narrowed her fingers, so she was sliding them around Jane’s nipples.

“Does it feel good?” I asked. Jane nodded, and Anne too.

“Play with them more,” Jane pleaded. “You know I like it like that.” Anne moved her fingers to hold each of Jane’s nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and began to gently tweak them. “Yesss,” Jane hissed.

“Do you want Jane to feel your breasts, Anne?” I asked. Anne nodded. “Jane?”

Jane reached up, and tenderly cupped her sister’s full breasts in both her hands. She slowly touched where they hung down, understanding – in contrast to so many men – that often the most erotic place to be touched is not the most obvious one. Anne’s nipples swelled and filled in response to the gentle contact.

The sisters were now facing each other on the bed, half-naked, slowly fondling each other’s breasts. There was, in fact, something genuinely exploratory about it; they may often have been curious about each other’s bodies, and how the differences would actually feel. But there was also an intensity, an inescapable sense of sexual excitement.

Jane lent in closer, and her pencil-like nipples brushed against Anne’s breasts. I was sure Jane knew just how exciting her nipples were for other people, and was using them to draw Anne further in. Anne responded by pushing her own breasts forward, and the sisters were now close to each other, softly rubbing and feeling each other’s bare breasts.

They continued for several minutes, locked together in an almost innocent moment. Although I was nominally in control of the situation, I had always wanted this happening to be as natural and voluntary as possible. Whilst the two sisters enjoyed being forced into new sexual situations, it seemed that it would be far more erotic for all three of us if they found the desire to overcome their reluctance from within.

Sure enough, Jane’s hands eventually left her sister’s breasts izmit escort and slid around her back, sliding carefully up and down. It seemed like the sort of tentative move that a shy or inexperienced lover would make, wanting to explore further down, but apprehensive as to how it might be received. For her part Anne was still busy on Jane’s nipples, twisting and pulling them this way and that, clearly enjoying the sensation of their taut fullness in her fingers.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jane’s hands circled ever lower down Anne’s back. I could only imagine how she was feeling, desiring to touch her sister’s ass, wanting to hold those round soft white cheeks, but nervous about taking the next step.

Jane’s hands passed over the waistband of Anne’s red thong, almost inadvertently, or so it seemed. When her sister didn’t pull away, she cupped Anne’s ass cheeks, and began to caress them. This seemed to awaken in Anne a realisation that there were other parts of her sister to explore, and she finally released Jane’s nipples and began to knead Jane’s ass.

Their bodies were so close together now, touching almost tip to toe, that I thought they might kiss. I certainly wanted it more than anything in the world, to see these two strong, fractious siblings bringing their mouths together in a full embrace. But it was also, strangely, the hardest thing, the unavoidably sexual act of lovers, and so for the moment it was impossible. Instead Jane rested her face on the line of Anne’s shoulder, her lips making the faintest contact with her sister’s flesh.

But the sensation of caressing each other’s asses, and the close proximity of their bodies, created its own momentum, and almost without thinking Jane moved her face down and began kissing Anne’s breasts. “You have such beautiful breasts, Anne,” she whispered, her mouth moving all over them, avoiding Anne’s nipples in a way that must have been sweet torture for the younger sister.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Jane,” Anne murmured. She pushed her chest forward, willing Jane to enjoy her tits. Finally Jane’s mouth brushed Anne’s nipple; Anne groaned her desire for more, and Jane responded by eagerly sucking on her sister’s tit. Anne grabbed her sister’s ass cheeks more fully, kneading them and separating them, revealing for the first time the string of the beads that were still firmly implanted up Jane’s asshole. Encountering the string by chance, Anne tugged lightly on it, causing Jane to mutter “fuck, yeah,” in response.

Until now both women could pretend to themselves that they were indulging in a slightly strange display of mutual exploration, that for my benefit they were playing a game, with no genuine sexual interest in each other. But now the attraction and excitement that had been latent ever since I first forced Jane to talk about Anne all those months ago boiled over. The two sisters wanted to fuck each other, and they wanted to fuck each other bad.

“You like those beads up you, don’t you sis?” Anne goaded her sister, teasing the string again.

“Least I don’t have a fat butt plug in my ass,” Jane retorted, twisting the handle of the plug in Anne’s asshole. “You always were the greedy one.”

“Jesus that feels good on my tits,” Anne said. “You sure know what you’re doing. And keep twisting that thing in my butt. You know how good it feels.”

There was no tentativeness now, Jane was frantically sucking and kissing Anne’s tits while her hands were busy between Anne’s ass cheeks, manipulating the plug this way and that, stretching and pulling her sister’s asshole.

“You want me to do your nipples, Jane?” Anne asked.

“You know I do.”

Anne pushed Jane back flat on the bed, and crawled over her on all fours, her ass towards me, the handle of the plug poking obscenely out of her ass. She kissed busily around Jane’s tits, before chewing hard on her nipples. “You like it rough, don’t you sis?” she asked.

“Bite them,” Jane urged. “Bite them harder.”

“Dirty bitch,” Anne commented, chewing viciously on her sister’s tits. Jane lifted her hands to hold Anne’s hanging breasts, pulling and twisting them roughly. Clearly both sisters shared a love of hard tit play.

They pleasured each other’s tits in this coarse way for some time, once again totally lost in their private mutual passion. But the momentum was unstoppable, and when Anne moved down Jane’s body to kiss her belly, it prompted Jane to urge her sister on more.

“You gonna do it, sis?” she asked.

“Do what?” Anne replied, faux-enquiringly.

“You know what. You know you want to.”

“You fucking want it then? That’s what you want, sis?”

“Jesus, yes.”

“Beg me then. You want it so bad, Jane, beg me to do it.”

“Please.”

“Beg me properly. You’re such a slut you know you can.” I was excited to hear the way Anne had adopted my own form of cruel teasing.

“Jesus, Anne, just do it, go down on me, please.”

“You can do better than that, Jane, you know you can.” ankara escort Anne moved back up to Jane’s breasts, forcing the elder woman to make her needs brutally explicit.

“Christ, Anne, please, lick my pussy.”

“You want little sis to lick big sister’s pussy?”

“Jesus, how can you be such a bitch? Yes I do, I do.”

“Then say it. You want it so bad, say it properly.”

Jane thrust her head back in shame and excitement. “I want my little sister to lick my pussy.”

Anne traced a line with her tongue down Jane’s belly. I thought perhaps she might have paused at this step, that she might have had to gather her courage before going further. But she tugged the crotch of Jane’s panties to one side, and brought her mouth straight down onto Jane’s pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” Jane screamed, her body bucking as she felt her sister’s mouth on her cunt. She grabbed hold of her own nipples, twisting them hard to increase the sensations running through her.

Anne could probably have made Jane cum in a minute straight, but she had completely surrendered to the passions burning through her, and she wasn’t going to make things simple for Jane. She turned and straddled Jane’s body so that they were top to toe, ready to sixty-nine each other. “You’d better lick my pussy too, then, bitch.”

Jane shook her head, trying to get away from her sister’s pussy just inches above her face. “No way, Anne, I can’t, I just can’t.”

“You always were a selfish bitch, Jane,” Anne replied, interrupting her licking. “You want me to lick you out, you won’t do the same for me?” Anne reached under her own body, slipped the thong down a couple of inches, and stroked her wet pussy lips directly above Jane’s eyes. “Lick me, Jane, I want us both to lick each other’s pussies, I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine.” She lowered herself so that her cunt was inches above her sister’s face, and gently teased Jane’s clit with her tongue. “Please, sis, it would feel so good for both of us, you know it would.”

Anne began working Jane’s pussy properly again, and that was perhaps what tipped the balance; the sensations that her younger sister was creating between her legs lifted Jane’s excitement to the point where all she wanted, despite so much of her mind telling her that it was wrong, utterly wrong, was to kiss and taste Anne’s body and make her feel as good as well. Jane reached for Anne’s ass, pulled her sister’s body towards her, and brushed Anne’s cunt with her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jane, fuck,” Anne mumbled, and Jane began to work her sister’s cunt with pure devotion and excitement.

They kissed each other’s cunts almost silently, their minds alternating between the pleasure they were feeling between the legs, and the equal but different thrill from the taste and sensation of kissing and licking their sister’s wet soft cunt flesh. It was Jane who began to break first, her pelvis thrusting up towards her sister’s mouth. Anne continued to work Jane’s pussy, but encouraged by the effect she was having she too began to grind down onto Jane’s face.

It was an extraordinary sight, first Jane then quickly Anne cumming, their bodies shaking as they tenderly and passionately brought each other off with their mouths.

Anne slumped over onto the bed. For a while there was almost total silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the two sisters as they recovered. I might as well not have been there, which was just how I wanted it, for the moment. I had been privileged to witness something utterly special, and I had no intention of breaking the spell.

“You okay, sis?” Anne asked eventually.

Jane nodded her head. “Uhuh. Pretty damn good, actually. You?”

“Yeah. That was…incredible.”

“In every way,” Jane said. “You felt so good.”

“Mmm. You mean my mouth, or my pussy?”

“Both,” Jane replied. “Slut.”

“Ha. Takes one to know one.”

“Well if that’s what it feels like to be a slut, I’ve no regrets.”

“Me neither. You sure?”

“Sure. I mean, I know it was bad, but, Jesus, I’ve never felt anything like that. Never.”

The two sisters were still lying where they had collapsed, head to toe on the bed. Anne began to gently stroke her sister’s thighs, teasing around the top of her stockings. “Doesn’t have to stop there.”

“No. I know. I mean I know we shouldn’t. Christ, Anne, you’re my sister.” Jane began stroking Anne’s ass. “But I guess I’ve known since this whole crazy game started that part of me wanted this. It was too fucking hot.” Jane sat up, and bent over her sister’s face. “I want to kiss you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Anne lifted her head, and their faces met. The kiss was tentative at first, but soon their mouths were locked in a frantic embrace. I could see that they were thoroughly exploring each other’s mouths, the lips opening and closing, while their hands roamed freely over their half naked bodies.

Eventually they broke for air. “Still feels good,” Jane commented. Anne nodded her agreement.

Jane looked over at me. It was the first time for a long while they had paid me any attention. “You enjoy the show, pervert?”

I nodded. I still felt that the time wasn’t right for me to be involved, that the two women had more to explore on their own. “You’re both beautiful,” I said simply.

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On Thursday I was back at Julie’s door. The day before I had left quickly and in some confusion: I had started to heat up a bit and I needed to get home and fuck Dave as soon as I could. The next day I stood there at her door with my tummy doing flip-flops.

I was excited and scared and still terribly confused. I had come back with the determination to help Julie get over whatever prevented her from relieving herself. I wanted to help her as a friend, and I needed to help her so that I wouldn’t have to “help” her in that other way. Letting her lick me until I passed out was an amazing thing, but I did not want to go down that road: Dave and I were happy and I was not going to end up a lesbian.

Still, I could feel a slight tingle of anticipation pass through me as I stood there hesitating to ring the bell. In my determination, I had brought my vibrator, the KY, and the dildo I’d been given at my wedding shower (my friends called it my “Sunday Saver” in reference to football season). I started to get cold feet standing there, so I pushed the bell.

Julie answered dressed casually, and as she greeted me and I followed her inside, I noticed again what an attractive woman she was. We sat in her kitchen and made small talk, and I avoided the reason I came as long as I could. And then as our conversation wound down it got a little awkward.

After a little bit of fumbling in our conversation, Julie asked me if everything was OK. I assured her things were fine, and then she asked if things were OK between us. That managed to break my hesitation and I blurted out that I had brought something for her.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled eagerly asking what it was. Instantly I regretted saying anything. I flushed and stammered a bit, but then I regained control as I realized this was just my good friend Julie. “Well I think I have what you need to get you past your little problem.” There was immediate recognition in her eyes and I knew she had been looking forward to it. I cast a glance at the door and suggested, “Why don’t we go in the other room?”

Julie led me out of the kitchen, but instead of turning into the living room, she led me down the hall and into her bedroom. I swallowed hard decided to I’d have to take control of the situation or it might end up like before.

I sat on her bed and pulled out each of the things I brought, and began to casually describe to her how I used each. Her eyes lit mischievously when she saw the dildo, and she immediately picked it up to look more closely at it.

“Wow, it looks so real. It has little veins and everything.” Julie said.

“Maybe that’s what you’re missing: a little realism. An extra little bit of that while you fantasize can’t hurt, right?”

“Um, I guess not.” Julie replied. “But how do you use it?” Julie was trying different grips, at one point holding it like a knife out of Psycho.

“Here, let me show you.” And I took it from her. “What I usually do is sit back against the headboard… Uh, why don’t you go ahead and, um, take off, uh you know…”

Julie nodded and began to get undressed. As I watched her I denizli escort thought again about how beautifully proportioned she was. After pulling off her top and shorts, she pulled off her panties, and then surprised me by unsnapping her bra as well and tossing it away. As Julie paused for a moment, I thought about how nice her breasts went with the rest of her. I could see her nipples stiffening further, and I began to feel that tingle again. Again I tried to take charge.

I had her sit against the headboard beside me and I handed her the dildo. I then began to describe to her the process I often went through of getting my fantasy started and warming the dildo in my hands.

“Actually,” I confessed to her, “I call it a ‘cock’ or ‘my cock’ because it sounds better.”

Julie hesitated with the cock in her hands and said, “Uh, Erin this feels kind of weird.”

“Well you have to use your imagination more…” I began to reply.

“No, I mean, like this, on the bed here with you… I mean I’m naked and you’re not. I feel very exposed… Could you take off your clothes too?”

I started to object, but then I realized I would feel the same way in her place. And, I really wanted to help Julie learn to do this, so I slid off the bed and quickly discarded my skirt and top. Then in my bra and panties I asked, “Is this OK?”

Julie smiled and said, “Yes, I don’t feel so embarrassed now.”

So I resumed my place next to her and continued. I began to describe our encounter with David over again for her to spur her imagination and get her juices flowing. I told her to take the cock in her mouth and imagine blowing David. Then I had her move the wet cock to her nipples and circle them a bit, before slowly working her way down to her pussy.

Julie gasped as she circled her nipples with the cock. Her nipples were standing tall and she had goose bumps all over her areola.

I described to her how I like to caress myself over the hood of my clit and excite myself to the point that my pussy begins to leak. When I’m not taking my time I lick the dildo to get it wet enough for easy entry, but I prefer to take my time. That way, when I’m wet already, I don’t have to use anything on the dildo to get it in. If I’m really wet, it may slide all the way in without pause.

Julie was breathing heavy now and I could see how her pussy was beginning to open, already a hint of wetness could be seen. It wasn’t long before she had the entire cock inside of her pumping away with one hand while, with the fingers of her other hand, she circled her clit, and occasionally reached down to feel her wetness between her fingers as she slid the cock in and out.

It didn’t take long for her to get going, I was amazed at how fast she’d taken to using it, and how excited she’d become. Already there was a sheen of perspiration on her that made her glow. As I watched, I was fascinated by the beauty and sexiness she exuded in her passion. She gasped and moaned as well, and before I knew it my panties were very wet.

After several minutes of watching Julie get izmit escort higher and higher, I knew she had to cum soon. She was breathing very hard now, and then she started to make stabbing thrusts into her pussy and rubbing her clit franticly. I became concerned and told her to slow a bit. She reached up and began alternating pinching her nipples violently and returning to rub her clit. She didn’t seem to hear me so I tried harder to interrupt her, finally I grabbed her hand and said, “Julie, stop!”

She stopped immediately and looking up at me began to cry in frustration. As she sobbed she explained that this was how it had always been for her. I pulled her head to me and held her as she continued and let it all out. Finally she wound down and I told her, “Don’t worry, you just need to relax more. Here start again slowly and I’ll help you more.”

So Julie settled herself back again and began to go through it. I told her to imagine David fucking her again from behind and I added color to the description. I used my hands to caress her thighs, her neck, her hair.

As she got deeper into it again, Julie moaned and said, “My nipples.”

“Hmm?” I replied.

“My nipples are very… uh… sensitive.” And I realized she wanted me to help her there.

So I brought my hand up to her breast and lightly circled the nipple. She moaned and moved a bit, so I used a little more pressure and, surrounding the nipple with the tips of my fingers, I pulled gently.

“Oh, yesssss.” Julie licked her lips and moaned again.

I saw that this was making her hotter so I scooted down a bit so I could use both hands. This made Julie more vocal. “Oh, yeah. That’s it.” I then cupped and gently squeezed her breasts before returning to her nipples. “Oh, Erin, yes…”

Julie continued to get higher and as my hands began to get tired, I leaned in and started using my mouth, suckling at her like a baby.

Julie seemed to go to the moon. “Oh my god! Oh, yes, Erin, Oh, that’s it. Yes!”

I tasted her sweat, and I found myself caught up in her emotion. Instead of turning me off it was exciting me more. I licked broad circles around her nipple and resumed working on the other with my hand. I was very wet, and while I continued to lick and suck at her, I remember thinking that it was no wonder guys go crazy over women’s breasts. I wanted to rub myself, but I couldn’t let her go. I needed to help Julie get off, and I found myself enjoying her breast.

Soon I moved to my knees so I could get at her other breast, and Julie continued vocally, and getting higher and higher. I was entranced by the feel of her hard nipple on my tongue and began enjoying it like sucking cock. I found myself getting so hot, I wondered if one could cum from just this…

But soon Julie was at that point again. “Oh, Erin, I can’t… It’s not working…” As her movements slowed, her tone became pleading. “Erin, let me again? I need it, oh God, I need it. Please let me do you like before… Let me lick you, Erin. I need to eat you, please, I have to cum!”

My mind started gaziantep escort to short out. I felt a spasm in my cunt as she said that and my nipples twinge, and I felt a deep desire to let her. To let her lick me again and overwhelm me once more. But as soon as that thought came I felt that deep fear in the pit of my stomach. I quickly tried to think of David, of being married, of being called a dyke…

“Oh, please Erin, just once more? I need to feel you cum…”

And then I knew what I needed to do. I knew how I could get her off, and how I could avoid the seduction of her tongue on my pussy.

“No, Julie, I’m so close…” I knew I had to make it sound real. I had to make her believe I was going to cum from what I was doing to her. I had to make her believe. “Oh, God.” I resumed sucking on her nipple trapping it with my tongue and coaxing it from underneath. In between sucks I spoke. “Your nipples are like little cocks and I’m so hot Julie. Oh, I’m so wet, I’m going to cum from just this…”

Julie’s pleas faded with an, “oh”, and her motions resumed more methodically. My words were greeted with longer moans and deeper thrusts. I continued for several minutes.

“Oh, yes, so good” My licks and caresses were passionate as I continued, but I was running out of what to say. I was hotter than I’d ever been. Usually by the time I get to this place, a few rubs or one plunge of a cock will send me over. I began to want to have her lick me and that thought spurred me to more action. I remembered that she hadn’t need to be vocal at all to send me over.

As her nipple popped from my mouth I caught it with one hand and continued pulling it as I made my way lower. I felt the spasms in my pussy as I neared her hand that was working on her clit, but I tried to suppress them as I moved in.

Her hand moved aside as it brushed my cheek, and I started with a short kiss and then a long lick. Her juices were as I remembered on my husband’s cock and later on her tongue. I felt her hand wet with her juices in my hair and again my pussy twitched. As best as I could I did what she had done to me the other day.

Soon her other hand had left the dildo and had begun to caress my back while the other petted my hair and head. I moaned and immediately felt a response from her. Then I heard her gasp as my lips smacked once and I began making more sound. She seemed to like it so I continued further, and as I did my horniness was overtaking me.

I began to get urgent in my movements, I knew I needed to get her off soon or I wouldn’t be able to resist her. So again I spoke to her in between licks.

“Oh, God, I’m so hot Julie… I need to cummm,… I need to feel you cum for me baby.” She began to thrusting up at me and I cupped her ass to hold myself with her. “Yesss, that’s it… (lick) almost there (suck)… yesss (kiss).”

Her thrusts where quick now and I knew it was the time. “That’s it honey… (lick) (kiss) (suck) …Now, baby, now. Make me cum!” and I planted myself to her and vibrated my tongue over the hood of her clit.

“Oh, Erin, Oh God!” As Julie began to spasm I felt a tidal wave over take me. Exploding from my cunt, a massive orgasm over took me. I found myself riding with her for what seemed like ages as I came. I pushed my tits down onto her belly to feel the motion on my nipples. My heard my moans begin to harmonize with her cries as we were carried away…

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