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  • COMING OUT PARTY

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    Valerie Rydell stood nervously in front of the Underground Bar while trying to decide if she should go inside. It was cool in Chicago, and to protect herself from the brisk wind whipping in off of Lake Michigan she pulled her trench coat tight around her body while contemplating her decision. She must be out of her mind! Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought it would come down to this! A happily married forty six year old woman with two beautiful children trying to make up her mind whether to go into a rather notorious lesbian hangout! It was now or never, so with a great deal of trepidation she gingerly pushed open the heavy door and slipped inside. Her eyes took a moment to become accustom to the low light level, but after a minute or so she could clearly make out a few women sitting at the bar nursing their drinks while in along the far wall several couples sat together in the eerie darkness. After taking a deep breath Valerie made her way over to the bar and ordered a Tom Collins. She was a little disappointed that the place was so quiet. She had half expected to find women in various stages of love making, but except for the fact that it was bereft of men, the Underground could have been any neighborhood booze joint! She took a long sip on her drink and was taken quite by surprise when a level voice right behind her said, “I’ve never seen you in here before, do you mind if I sit down and join you?” Valerie turned around and replied, “It’s a free country…….” A tall heavy set woman of about thirty or so took a stool next to her and said to the bartender, “Give me the usual, Gayle!” A shot of whiskey and bottle of beer instantly appeared in front of her, and before she said another word the powerfully built woman downed the shot and took a long drag from her long neck. “My name’s Melinda, but everyone calls me Lindy,” the woman said in introduction. After taking another sip of her TC Valerie replied softly, “My name’s Valerie, it’s nice to meet you.” They sat in silence for a moment until Lindy offered softly, “You’re new at this aren’t you, you stick out like a sore thumb?” “It shows?” Val asked. “Like you’re wearing a neon sign,” Lindy said with a laugh.

    Lindy took another swig of her beer and asked, “Have you ever even been with a woman?” Valerie shook her head no and replied, “But I’ve thought about it a lot, and today I just couldn’t stand it anymore and came down here to do something about it!” “Well, you came to the right place for that,” Lindy laughed while hopping of her stool and taking Valerie by the arm, “come on, follow me!” “W-wait,” Valerie stammered as she stumbled along behind the big lesbian, “where are we going?” “Here,” Lindy replied when they reached a booth at the far back of the bar, “now slide in.” Valerie’s heart was racing a mile a minute! She was at the same time terrified and transfixed by the dominate dyke, but Lindy’s tone of voice left no doubt that Valerie had better do what she was told! Once in the booth, Lindy slid in along side of her and quickly pressed her self up against the shaking woman. “Now, let’s see how big these babies really are,” Lindy muttered while pawing at Val’s big chest. “Mmmmmmm, nice and heavy, just the way I like’em,” the big bitch sighed, “now let’s open up the blouse and let me at’em!”

    A slightly stunned Valerie pushed Lindy’s hand away and replied in a hushed tone, “Not here, what if somebody sees us?” All at once a Lindy’s whole demeanor changed while her voice took on a decided edge. “Don’t you ever push me away again,” she said evenly, “now open your fucking blouse or I’ll rip it off!!!” Valerie was at that very moment wondering what she had gotten herself into but like a robot she unbuttoned her blouse and offered no more resistance when the big dyke ripped open her bra and buried her face in the massive mammaries! “Ohhhhh,” Val gasped when Lindy bit down on her hard pink nipple, “t-that hurts!” “It’s supposed to hurt,” Lindy shot back while alternating between the two big tits. “Wanna suck on mine?” the dyke asked. This was it, this is what she had been fantasizing about for years and now the moment was at hand! “O-okay,” Valerie replied shakily. Lindy quickly unbuttoned her plaid work shirt and then without further or do unhooked her front clasping bra and offered her big boobs to Valerie’s gaping mouth!

    “Are ya gonna look or suck?!?” Lindy asked impatiently while Valerie just stared at the dark nippled mountains. Before she could reply Lindy grabbed her by the back of the head and guided her mouth directly to one of her straining nubs. “Ohhhhhhh yeah,” the big dyke sighed, “suck it just like you were a baby!” Valerie was in heaven! It was better than she had ever imagined! The softness, but most of all just the feeling of closeness to another woman was incredibly arousing. Lindy let her hand roam up and down Valerie’s back and ass which only stoked the fire burning in her pussy to even hotter! “You ready for the big prize, cunt?” Lindy asked. “W-what’s that?” Valerie panted softly, while knowing in her heart exactly what the “big prize” was. “This, you dumb bitch,” Lindy replied while hopping up onto the table after shoving down her jeans and panties with one motion. There it was!!! A dark hairy pussy only inches away from her face!!! “Do it!!!” Lindy snapped impatiently. After rolling her eyes while twisting her hard nipples, Valerie leaned forward gingerly and let her mouth rest softly against the furry mass of pubic hair!!!

    Of course she had tasted her own sex on her fingers and her husband’s cock, but they were only poor excuses for the real thing! Absolutely luxuriating in the aroma and taste of Lindy’s incredibly savory cunt, Valerie’s own pussy raged out of control as and orgasm of unbelievable dimensions built up like water behind a dam! “Thatta girl,” Lindy moaned while pushing her cunt hard into Valerie’s open mouth, “my clit, ohhhhhhh yeah, do mama’s big hard fucking clit!!!” The little nub sticking out between the drenched folds of the dyke’s huge hair pie was such an inviting target that Valerie’s tongue literally attacked it with complete and utter abandon! Seconds later a low guttural moan turned into a loud roar as the dyke’s fat ass bounced uncontrollably up and down while her climax ripped through her loins until she was left gasping for breath in a post orgasmic glow!!! While Lindy’s big chest heaved with each gulp of air Valerie covered the dripping pussy with hundreds of little kisses and licks along the now wide bulging crack. She was so mesmerized by the hairy muff that she didn’t notice that a tall thin red head had taken her place next to Lindy while unzipping her slacks.

    “Now it’s your turn,” Lindy whispered softly while pulling Valerie to her feet and kissing her deeply on the lips, “I want you to meet Mona, she’s gonna finish you off!” “W-why not you?” Valerie mewled while eyeing the tall red head. “Because I’m not wearing one of these,” Lindy replied while a huge black strap on dildo popped out of Mona’s boxer shorts. “Oh noooooooo, not that,” Valerie begged weakly while all the time knowing that it was hopeless to fight it. “Come on, baby,” Mona urged while Lindy pulled up Valerie’s skirt and tore off her bikini panties before laying her back down on the table top with her legs spread wide apart. “Don’t you like fucking your husband?” Lindy asked while fingering Valerie’s drooling organ. “Y-yes,” she stammered in reply. “Then this should be a piece of cake,” Lindy retorted. With her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets Valerie stared a the monster hanging menacingly between Mona’s slim legs and moaned, “But she’s so huge, she’ll rip me apart!” “Honey,” Lindy whispered while removing her fingers from Valerie’s pussy, “that’s the whole idea!!!”

    “Do it,” Lindy ordered evenly, “and I mean fucking hard!” Mona slid easily between Valerie’s plump white thighs and pressed the head of the black monster against her bulging slit. “Relax, baby,” Mona said with an evil grin, “if you fight it it will only make it worse!!!” Valerie took three or four quick lungs full of air while trying desperately to relax the opening to her fat pussy. Pressure, all she could feel was unbelievable pressure when all at once the gigantic head slipped inside of her which immediately induced an orgasm of mind bending proportions in her unprepared cunt! “Look at her,” Lindy offered while fingering her own pussy, “she fuckin’ loves it, don’t hold back, lay the dick to her!” That was all the encouragement Mona needed, because only a second or two later she shoved her slim hips forward, driving the massive invader balls deep into Valerie’s helpless pussy!

    The pain was literally blinding! Never in her forty plus years had she had such a huge object assaulting the inside of her! And that’s exactly what it was, and assault!!! With piston like precision Mona drove the two inch thick spike in and out of her until the pain and pleasure were so intermingled that Valerie couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended! All she knew was that she was being satisfied like never before, and it was absolutely incredible!!! “F-fuck me, fuck me harder,” she moaned through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum again, oh fucking christ in heaven I’m fucking cumming!!!” While Lindy’s fingers were flying in and out of her wet pussy a glazed look came over her face as the two women crashed together on the rocks of orgasmic satisfaction! When they were both totally satiated Mona let the fat dildo slip from Valerie’s pussy inducing one last moan from the shell shocked woman!

    Ten minutes later Valerie was out in front of the bar hailing a cab on legs that would barely support her. As she settle down in the back seat a small smile crept over her face as she thought about Lindy’s last words, “Same time, next week!” With her cunt still throbbing from the brutal fucking she said to herself, “Same time, next week!!!”

    THE END


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    2006-06-09 11:13:31
    GOOD STORY

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    2006-02-17 13:19:40
    sa va

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    2005-08-26 11:47:30
    slt ça va toi ya moiyan

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    2004-08-16 16:22:42
    preety good story needs more

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  • TOY FOR TWO

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    Laura skipped a step or two after hopping off the bus only a block from her apartment after a long day at work. If her walk seemed a bit jauntier than normal there was a very good reason for it, after all this was Wednesday. Wednesday, the absolute best day of the week! It was shaving day, the day she and her room mate, Bobbi, spent the evening shaving each other’s pussy! It was incredibly erotic to sit on the edge of the tub while having your lover carefully lather and shave your most intimate area and then just as naturally as you please suck you to a stunning and complete orgasm! Laura involuntarily crossed and uncrossed her legs while riding the elevator up to the twenty seventh floor. She got off at her stop and fumbled with her key before entering the bright and airy apartment that she shared with Bobbi. “Anybody home?” she called out to her roomie. “I’m in here,” came the reply from the bedroom, “come on in, I have something to show you! Laura dropped her brief case on the chair next to the desk and quietly opened the bedroom door. When her eyes adjusted to the dim conditions they almost popped out of her head, because their on the bed totally naked was beautiful Bobbi while standing in the middle of the room was a device that literally took her breath away! “Happy birthday,” Bobbi said with a giggle. “It’s not my birthday until next month,” Laura replied while meandering over to the funny looking contraption. “And what in the world is this?” Bobbi mindlessly fingered her dark haired snatch and replied, “And just what does it look like!?!” Laura let her hand run over the dark leather object while answering softly, “It looks rather like some medieval torture device, where on earth did you get it?” “I ordered it out of a catalogue,” Bobbi said with a sigh. “Like it?!?” With her breathing becoming increasingly shallow, Laura managed to reply, “I-I’m not sure, it’s so huge!” “It’s supposed to be huge,” Bobbie retorted while her fingers worked their way in and out of her buttery snatch, “now hurry up and get your clothes off and let me explain to you exactly how it works!”

    Laura smile wanly at her lover but obeyed her command and quickly slipped out of her things. She had a model’s body, tall and willowy with blonde hair, small pert breasts, long legs, and of course a perfect ass that looked good in anything from a bikini to a pair of thong underwear. She gave the contraption one last look and crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to Bobbi’s massive chest and began sucking like a contented baby. “So,” Bobbi cooed, “do you like it or not, you never answered me?!?” “Mmmmm, I think so,” Laura replied softly. “Do you think it will hurt?” Bobbi chuckled a quietly for a moment, and replied, “Hurt, I think it’s gonna feel wonderful!!!” As Laura’s sucking intensified, Bobbi gazed over at the object that now dominated the middle of their bedroom and closed her eyes while imagining them using it together. It looked almost like a gymnast’s pommel horse, but it was shorter by a foot. The real difference, however, was that instead of having two hand bars, this “horse” sported two eight inch long hard rubber dildos that stood proud and thick just waiting to be mounted by two willing females! A fury was slowly slipping out of control in Bobbi’s young pussy so with a hoarse whisper she croaked, “Let’s give it a try!!!”

    On very wobbly legs both twenty two year olds got to their feet and gingerly made their way across the room until they were standing next to the imposing object. “H-how do we do this?” Laura asked nervously as she ran her hand up and down one of the hard peckers. “I’ll help you on first,” Bobbi announced self assuredly while guiding Laura’s leg up and over the “horse” until her tight little hairless pussy was situated directly over one of the monster cocks. “Okay,” she ordered, “now let it down real slow, easy, easy, take your time!” Laura’s head rolled from side to side on her shoulders as each inch disappeared inside of her incredibly tight vagina. Almost immediately her cunt began to convulse out of control as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body! “M-my fucking god,” she gasped, “I’m cumming all over the place!!!” Eager to join her lover, Bobbi quickly positioned her own cunt over the remaining cock and settled her plump butt down until she was completely impaled by the vicious invader!

    “I-It’s wonderful, isn’t?” Laura moaned. Bobbi was quite unable to reply but with a great deal of difficulty she managed to nod her head as a climax slammed into her cunt making her huge boobs shake bounce crazily from side to side while her whole body shivered with excitement! With the two women now facing each other, they easily leaned forward until their breasts were squished together between them. Being the more butch of the two, Bobbi took the lead and kissed Laura hard on the mouth while probing the aroused blonde’s mouth with her over active tongue! Almost as if on cue the two of them began slowly bouncing up and down in unison as the fucked themselves into an absolute frenzy with the gigantic rubber cocks jammed deep into their stretched out pussies!

    “I-I love, you,” Laura gasped while her little pink nipples pressed into Bobbi’s huge nubs, “ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy, I feel so full of hard dick, it feels so fucking goooooood!” “I love you too,” Bobbi stammered, “I just love a good hard fucking, don’t you?” “Oh yes,” Laura replied while her tight little ass bounced up and down like a trip hammer, “e-especially when I’m getting fucked with you!!!” “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes,” Bobbi managed to reply, “the cocks, they’re so huge, they just rip you apart!” “Mmmmmmmm, so wide and thick,” Laura sighed deeply, “fill you to the brim, making you a fucking hard cock loving whore!!!” Oh yes,” Bobbi gasped, “twist my nipples hard, I’m so close now, right on the edge, please, twist them for me!!!” Bobbi leaned back and offered her magnificent chest for Laura’s use, but instead of twisting them with her fingers she asked softly, I don’t wanna twist them!” “Why not?!?!” Bobbi gasped. Because I’d rather do this!!!” she replied while leaning down to take on of the hard nips into her mouth and biting it roughly. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck,” Bobbi groaned, “oh yessssssss, just like that, suck it harder, oh yeah, bite it, make it hurt!!!”

    Laura was always amazed at how much abuse Bobbi’s nipples could take! Her own nips were hyper sensitive but could never have accepted the kind of torturous punishment that Bobbi seemed to relish!!! While she continued to suck and bite Bobbi’s nipples, both women were now ramming themselves senseless with the monster peckers that stood rigidly on the back of the modified pommel horse! Oh god, we’re riding these fat dicks and getting the fucking of our lives,” Bobbi moaned, “I-I’m gonna cum, oh christ in heaven I’m gonna cum!!!” Just hearing her lover on the verge of orgasm would have normally been enough, but coupled with the thick spike jammed deep into her tight little twat, well it was more than she could take! An instant later the both of them let loose with a roar while their poor defenseless pussies were decimated by the relentless pounding of the huge rubber dicks!!!

    As all the strength ebbed out of them, they collapsed together while their pussies twitched and flitted around the still impaled monsters! “D-do you have any other surprises for me?” Laura asked with a sigh. “Not tonight,” Bobbi replied with a wink, “but you never know, you just never know!!!”

    THE END


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    2011-12-09 05:28:16
    my pussy is so wet need to play with my gf with some toys sexy stuff

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    2007-02-10 14:18:58
    Good story, my pussy is still leaking after reading it and cumming twice

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    2007-01-19 01:34:31
    Great story, I to have nipples that can take abuse….keep it up = )

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    2006-11-08 15:05:03
    Wow! where can I buy one?

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    2005-12-18 14:50:06
    what ever.

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  • HOLIDAY SEX.

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    We are holidaying in a sub-tropical resort, lots of sunshine and balmy nights as we unwind from from our work commitments. We have been sunbathing naked every day and both have all over sun tans.Sex at least twice every day with lots of oral sex as foreplay – I really do love having my cunt lips teased and licked.

    I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My man and I both have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love having sex with an audience.

    I have a tacit agreement with my man (he is eight-inches and thick) that I can please and be pleased sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, outer sex only, no intercourse, my man can watch and masturbate. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.

    Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years – and hung. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.

    “We are overdue for a third person in our sex life baby. I would love you to watch while a new person licks my cunt. And I would love to watch them sucking your cock. What shall we have, a male or female?,” I ask my man on day three as I sit on his face while he is licking my cunt lips with my arse cheeks in his hands.

    “Let’s go to the bar tonight and see what we can attract,” he tells after I have a huge orgasm.”

    “What shall I wear baby?” I ask as we prepare.

    “Less is more,” he tells me as he watches me shower while I tease my cunt lips in anticipation of a new sexual experience. “Your tight silk slacks to highlight your arse, a blouse with lots of buttons undone and your killer heels. Or perhaps that very short one-piece white silk mini-dress to highlight your suntan?”

    Less than two hours later I am in my element as I am now wearing nothing but my heels as I stand with my legs wide apart while a new lady is licking my cunt lips with my arse cheeks in her hands. At the same time her man is licking my nipples with my man watching and tongue kissing me. And I am very turned on holding both men’s erections in separate hands. Sexual pleasure from three people at the same time, a woman and two men.

    Tony is around fifteen years younger than me and his lady Margo is the same age as me. Both of them are very attractive and exude sex appeal in spades.

    We had only been in the bar for ten minutes when his lady approached us. “We are here on holidays just like you and I think we are all here in the bar for the same reason, two way sexual pleasure and sexual gratification. Your room our ours?”

    By the third drink we had agreed on some basic rules, oral sex only, no kissing of each others man, though Margo and I could kiss. Margo was to pleasure me while the two men watched, then Margo and I would give each others man a blow job. “Anything special I can do for your pleasure Sarah,” Margo teased.

    “I am multi-orgasmic, I love being licked and sexually pleasured by a woman with two men watching. When I am really turned on I love a series of small orgasms followed by a really huge one. And if it is just right I love to squirt with some extra special sexual stimulation,” I whispered to Margo.

    As soon as we walked into their suite I was the center of attention as Margo told the two men to get naked as they watched her undress me. I was eager to see Margo’s man Tony naked and as soon as I did I understood what his appeal was to her: he had a huge cock. My man Roger is eight-inches and thick. Tony must have been two inches longer, though not as thick. And size really is a visual turn on for me, especially in situations such as this.

    “Tony is impressive isn’t he Sarah, so is your man, he has a very thick cock. I am looking forward to having him.

    “We both want to sexually pleasure you and receive sexual pleasure from both of you,” Margo told me still fully clothed as she slowly undressed me with her hands all over my body. “Love your naked body and glorious ass in that tiny g-string really is something special. Would you like Tony to take it off for you and kiss your ass for you while your man and I watch?”

    “Yes, how did you know I would,” I moan as I ogle his huge cock as he kisses my ass cheeks.

    “Good, now I want your man to undress me while my man is kissing your ass.”

    “Watch and enjoy baby, do you like watching another hung man kissing my ass? My turn on is your turn on, and I am so turned on right now,” I smile at my man in a very agitated voice with a hand on Tony’s head as I press it into my ass cheeks.

    “I want you two men to sit down now and watch me fuck Sarah with my tongue,” Margo tells them as they sit back at forty-five degrees on the couch, close to each other, both obviously aware that their erections look awesome at that angle.

    Margo seats me on a chair and kneels in front of me. “You are a very exciting woman Sarah and I am about to fuck you with my tongue while our two men watch,” she tells me as she tongue kisses me before she licks my nipples, then licks her way up my inner thighs.

    I love having my cunt lips licked with another person watching, whether it be male or female and watching their reaction. This time with two hung men watching and teasing their erections in anticipation of a promised blow job from a new woman is very exciting – sexual bliss for me and I am going to blow a new hung man shortly.

    Margo’s tongue on my clit has me close to my first orgasm in less than a minute and when she runs her very wet tongue along the full length of my cunt lips I have a series of small orgasms.

    Watching the two men teasing their erections while Margo is licking my cunt has me on the edge of a huge orgasm. My man Roger knows me well enough to understand when I am so close to a huge orgasm as he moans, “Do it for us baby, do it, don’t hold back.”

    “That was awesome Sarah,” Margo tells me after she made my whole body shake and tremble as I had a huge and very noisy orgasm, then squirted like never before.

    “Love your big cock Tony, you must be ten-inches, love it.” I tell him as he flaunts it for me before I kneel in front of him and lick and kiss it. “Did you like watching your lady fucking me with her tongue? She was very good. Would you like to do that to me?”

    Margo is kneeling alongside me as I watch her teasing my man’s erection with a fingertip and her tongue. “I love a cock ring on a thick cock Roger and you are thick, I am really going to enjoy you.”

    I am determined to bring Tony off before Margo gets my man over the line so I can talk to him and tease him before he cums. Also I want to show Margo and Tony my blow job prowess with the biggest cock I have had in a long time.

    I can’t remember the last time I blew a man with a lady alongside me blowing my man and it is a real buzz for me as I tease Tony’s balls with my tongue, then lick and kiss the sides and underside of his cock. As I slide my pursed lips along his erection I manipulate and flick my tongue on it with one hand grasping his balls.

    “Your cock is bigger than my man’s, does that make you feel good? And I am much older than you. Does that turn you on? If it does masturbate for me, that will really turn me on.”

    “You have pressed the right button for him Sarah, he loves to masturbate and flaunt his ten-inches,” Margo chimes in.

    “Not yet, I am not finished with you,” I whisper to him as I have just the tip of his cock between my tightly pursed lips and a thumb tip and finger tip along the full length of his erection.

    “Now, do it for me now, masturbate,” I tell him as I can feel him tensing and scratch his balls as an extra tease. And I did enjoy watching a fifteen years younger man stroking his ten-inch cock for me while I watched Margo blowing my man to his great delight.

    “Why don’t we meet here again tomorrow afternoon at two Sarah?,” Margo asks in the afterglow. “Our men can pay their dues by licking us to orgasm with their tongues. Then perhaps our men could fuck us while we watch each other and we could hold hands. Would you like that Sarah?”

    “Yes, I would very much,” I smile as Margo kisses me passionately.

    Before we are out of bed the next morning I have Roger’s almost fully erect cock in my hand as I tease, “Did you like watching me suck Roger’s big cock, he is longer than you. And he is going to fuck me with his tongue later today. Would you like to watch? And Margo wants you to fuck her with your tongue. Would you like me to watch?”

    Without saying a word he turns me on my side, grabs my ass cheeks and rams his now fully erect cock into me. “Yes,” to all your questions he moans as he slams into me.

    When we arrive Margo lets us in and is very effusive as she kisses me passionately, then Roger. As I glance around the room Tony is standing with his hands on his hips wearing nothing but a shirt with all the buttons undone and his huge, semi-erect cock is awesome as I ogle it.

    “He has done nothing but talk about you since yesterday Sarah. He wants you naked wearing just your heels so he can kiss your ass and masturbate while he watches your man fuck me with his tongue.”

    “I really am flattered, double sexual pleasure for me, I do love watching a hung man masturbate and a much younger man kissing my ass at the same time. Let’s do it,” I whisper excited at the thought as Margo slowly undresses me while Tony oils his now full on erection.

    “Now you Roger, get naked for me, I want you to fuck me with your tongue while I watch my man kiss your lady’s ass and masturbate,” Margo tells him as she lets her simple shift drop to the floor and sits naked, legs apart on the sofa. As I watch Roger lick her thighs, Tony kneels and commences kissing my ass Then as Roger’s tongue makes contact with Margo’s cunt lips Tony starts sliding a clenched hand along his oily ten-inch erection.

    “That is awesome Tony, your cock is awesome in all the mirrors. Do you like watching my man licking your lady? I do and I want you to do that to me soon, very soon,” I tell him as I tease my nipples.

    “Change positions, lie on your back on the carpet,” Margo tells Roger as she sits on his face facing me and slides her cunt lips along his extended tongue. Roger has a full on erection pointing to the ceiling and I am very aware of Tony ogling it as he masturbates slowly at first, then harder and faster, an extra turn on for me as his breathing becomes very labored.

    “Your man is very good Sarah,” Margo moans as Roger is obviously enjoying pleasuring her with me and her man watching.

    “And so is your man, love him licking and kissing my ass while he masturbates with you watching.”

    “Watch me cum, watch me cum,” he is almost screaming as he blows a huge load.

    Almost immediately Tony has me standing against the wall with my legs wide apart as he feverishly licks my cunt with his hands clasping my ass while Margo watches as we hold each other’s gaze.

    “He is eating you Sarah, not just licking.”

    “Make it really good for me, then you can have Roger’s cock, isn’t that what you want? Really, really good,” I tease in anticipation as I fight to hold back a huge orgasm.

    “Can I help make it really, really good for you?,” Margo teases as she kisses me passionately.

    “Make me squirt. Tell Tony to lick me even harder, tell him to scratch my ass with his fingernails. Love it pleasure and pain, love it, love it, don’t stop,” I moan as my body shakes and I have a huge orgasm as I squirt.

    Margo and I sit on the couch next to each other with our hands all over each other as Roger stands and he and Tony have eyes only for each other as the sexual tension between them builds without a word spoken. Margo and I watch fascinated as Tony has an ice block in each hand and rubs them on Roger’s nipples, then slowly along his torso, then along the full length of the underside of his erection as Roger soaks up the pleasure. Then Tony rubs his hands all over Roger’s hairy wet chest before he licks and kisses his nipples.

    “That is awesome foreplay, I have never watched Tony with another man before Sarah, how about you, have you watched your man with another?”

    “Yes I have, I love watching another man sucking his cock.”

    “Enjoy baby, you have two women watching, make him work for it, your pleasure is our pleasure,” I tell Roger as I tongue kiss him as I stand behind him and press my naked body into his as Tony has his balls in one hand and his pursed lips wrapped around his cock.

    “On the bed so I can join in,” Margo tells them as Roger lays on his back with a pillow under his ass. I am tongue kissing him and Margo is kissing and licking his nipples as Tony resumes sucking his cock.

    Both men have impressive bodies and their erections look magnificent as one man is hell bent on blowing the other.

    “Is he good baby? Your pleasure is my pleasure, what can I do to add to your pleasure?,” I ask knowing the answer I am going to receive.

    “Sit on my face and watch.”

    The sensation of him licking my cunt as I watch another man with a ten-inch erection blowing him is very exciting as Margo has Tony’s head in her hands and feeds his lips along the full length of Roger’s erection, then pulls his head back so that Roger’s erection escapes his lips before Margo pushes Tony’s lips back along the full length of Roger’s erection.

    Tony is teasing with his hands at the same time, one hand cupping Roger’s balls and the other sliding along Roger’s very wet cock. I am hanging out for an orgasm but determined to wait for my man as Tony increases the pressure he is applying to Roger’s erection with his pursed lips. When he wraps his hand around Roger’s erection and slides his hand along it with just the tip of it between his lips, Roger is ready to blow as his breathing becomes very labored.

    “Cum with me, cum with me baby,” Roger is imploring as I have a wonderful, full-on orgasm.

    “That really was something Sarah, why don’t we meet here again tomorrow afternoon at two?,” Margo asks in the afterglow. “Our men have paid their dues by licking us to orgasm with their tongues. We still haven’t had a real fuck, perhaps our men could fuck us while we watch each other and we could hold hands. Would you like that Sarah?”

    Long before we met with them at two I was anticipating looking forward to Roger fucking me while Margo and Tony watched. And watching them fuck while we watched.

    “I want you and I to do something kinky to each others man before we fuck as an extra turn on for all of us,” Margo told me on the phone mid-morning.

    “You have really piqued my interest, any suggestions?,” I replied.

    As soon as we arrived I took Tony’s hand and led him to the bathroom and asked Margo and Roger to come and watch. “I want you naked on your back on the floor. Now watch and enjoy,” I told him as I turned my back and let my simple dress fall to the floor leaving me totally naked apart from my heels.

    “You really do have a glorious ass Sarah,” he moans as I turn around and stand with my legs apart over his groin as I tease my cunt lips with a fingertip.

    “Count to three for me Tony, Margo told me she wanted me to do something kinky as a turn on for you before you fuck her while she and Roger watch. You know what I am going to do to you don’t you?,” I smile as he watches me tease my cunt lips.

    “One, two, three, now do it for me. So good, so fucking good,” he moans as I stand with my hands on hips, start with a trickle, then a long generous release onto his very erect cock. (I had been drinking lots of water to make this happen.)

    The three of us watch as he showers and teases his ten-inch erection as extra foreplay for us before Margo leads him to the bed and rests on her elbows and knees. “Show Sarah and Roger what a good fuck you are Tony,” she whispers as Tony grasps her ass cheeks and slowly slides his full ten-inches into her, then withdraws completely before he does the same again and again.

    “That is awesome Margo, watching a ten-inch erection sliding into you is an absolute turn on for me,” I tell her as they get into rhythm. I had been wondering and anticipating what Margo would do to my man as ‘something kinky for a turn on’.

    “I want to suck your cock while Tony is fucking me. Then I want to watch you fuck Sarah doggy style while Tony is fucking me,” she tells my man as he eagerly positions himself so Margo can suck him.

    I always derive huge sexual pleasure from watching another couple fucking, this time watching the lady sucking my man’s erection while her man is fucking her with his ten-inches is a sexual benchmark.

    “I want you now, right now,” I tell Roger as I rest on my elbows and knees on Margo’s huge bed as we face each other holding hands as our men grasp our ass cheeks and slide their full on erections into us. In a short while the men are fucking us in unison.

    Both men are determined to demonstrate their sexual prowess and stamina as all four of us are watching and enjoying what the other couple are doing as Margo and I continue to kiss passionately.

    “Fuck me harder Tony, I am so close, harder,” Margo is moaning as Tony increases his tempo and Roger matches him to my intense pleasure.

    “Fuck me harder Roger, I am so close, harder,” I whisper to my man as he slaps into my ass.

    Both men are perspiring as they continue to demonstrate their sexual prowess and stamina as Margo and I kiss even more passionately.

    “Now, Tony now, you are a fucking sex machine, cum with me,” Margo is almost screaming as Tony is fucking her in a frenzy as Roger matches his tempo.

    “Cum with me Sarah, so good, so fucking good,” Margo whispers as we orgasm together as the men slam into us in unison.

    The noise the men made as they orgasmed inside us simultaneously was something I had never experienced before and very satisfying.

    We never did see Margo and Tony again as we all had to leave for home the next day. Though Margo did tell me, “Just you and I together in bed for two days would be very exciting.”

    “Yes, it could be very, very exciting,” I told her as we kissed goodbye.


  • My Swinger Wife

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    Couple travel to UK for extended holiday, and find swinger delights along the way

    My wife and I, Sarah and Jeff, were flying to the UK for a four month holiday. When planning this trip we met Tim through an international home swap website Homes 4 Exchange. We had arranged to live in his home in a ‘well to do’ area south of London. He in exchange was staying in our home in Australia.

    H4E exchanges are at no cost to the exchange party, each home owner continues to meet all the costs, utility, maintenance etc on their own home. Use of a family vehicle is another issue though. Tim had driven a hard bargain with Sarah and me for him to allow us use of his current model Jaguar sedan. The deal we eventually agreed involved Sarah in, as far as I know, her first swinger experience with another guy (Tim) and me. We had a second threesome with Tim before we left for the UK.

    Sarah was sleeping comfortably in our business class pod, while I was arranging our entry papers for the UK, and trying to fathom Tim’s last email, about us being picked up from the airport. His email read “Sarah and Jeff I hope you enjoy your holiday, and make the most of anything available to you in my home. Julie my housekeeper will meet you at Heathrow, you should be able to recognise her easily as she will stand out in the crowd. Sarah and Julie should get on well as they both have similar attributes. Jeff I think you should know what I mean! Please both of you, feel free to involve Julie and her husband Derek in anything your hearts desire.”

    I felt there was a lot of innuendo and unsaid meaning in Tim’s email, but was really to tired to try and fathom it out. When I woke just before final preparations for landing Sarah asked did I interpret Tim’s email. Because she had read it but was also baffled by what he meant. Minutes later we were landing and totally forgot the email. After collecting our luggage we turned to look for Julie who I presumed would be holding a sign up with our names on it like other people meeting passengers. I couldn’t see our names on any signs, although Sarah tugged at my side and pointed and said that must be her. Tim’s first cryptic clue was that Julie had huge boobs just like Sarah and also wore low cut tops to flaunt her assets.

    Both girls laughed as they compared breasts and Sarah explained about Tim’s email. Julie chuckled, “Typical of Tim,” and ushered us out to the waiting Jag. Derek was driving and chatted to us about the flight, Tim’s stay in Australia, and our holiday plans.

    Julie mentioned the email and asked me to read it out loud. We all paused for a moment, then Derek said, “The devious bastard, Tim is saying, not only do both Julie and Sarah have huge boobs, which he loves in a woman, they may not admit to it but they both have lesbian inclinations. He knows Julie is bisexual as we have often participated in swinger parties with Tim, he loves her to fuck other women with him.”

    “But why does he think that about me.” Sarah asked. “Tim is very perceptive about such things.” Julie replied. “He has mentioned the threesomes you three have had, and I’m guessing he dropped a hint sometime when you were engrossed in fucking, and he got a confirmation by what you said or didn’t say.”

    “Okay,” Sarah said, “But, I’ve never had lesbian sex, nor do I think I want to be with a woman.”

    “Well no problem then, Tim was wrong and we won’t mention the L word again. But Sarah, I can be a very good teacher if you ever want to try a bit of girl on girl sometime.” Julie offered.

    Derek chipped in, “Folks we should be at the house soon, I think Sarah and Jeff might want to unpack and shower before lunch.” “Do you two feel like lunch, we can discuss the house and your holiday more once you’ve had a shower and lunch.”

    We both agreed and Sarah said “Let’s shower together, you can help massage some knots I have in my neck.” As I was massaging Sarah’s neck and we were both showering together, she asked “ do you think I would enjoy having sex with another woman?”

    “Well,” I said “that didn’t take long to get into your thoughts.” I said. “Quicker, really. I am already horny thinking about what Julie said, about her being a good teacher.” I stopped massaging Sarah’s neck, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and worked two fingers into her wet pussy.

    I said “Sarah you are a very horny chick, you’ve got a fabulous body, and any woman would love too bring you to multiple climaxes, with her tongue, fingers or toys.” She was moaning softly as I fingered her pussy. I swapped nipples and noticed how engorged the one was I had been sucking on. She grabbed my hand shouting fist me hard, I want your whole hand in my cunt. I thought Sarah must be very excited as she rarely swore. It was tight fitting my whole fist in her, but with help from her pussy juices and the shower water, I ultimately pushed my whole fist deep into her. She humped back in unison with my fist, cumming to a huge climax in only minutes. She yelled loudly, Oh fuckin hell that was great.

    We were both startled by a knock on the door and Julie enquiring if we were both okay. She slung the door open, startled by my fist up Sarah’s pussy and her obvious arousal and panting heavily. “Sorry, I thought you had an accident and slipped in the shower or something.” Julie muttered, unable to take her eyes of Sarah and my naked wet bodies. “No worry, while you’re here I wanted to tell you something.” Sarah panted out. “I’ve been thinking about your offer of a tryst with you and me. I’m so horny I would like to do it now if you want to.”

    Julie had a hand full of towels which she simply dropped on the floor, dropping her clothes in the same bundle and stepped into the shower with us both. “Jeff is a threesome okay with you, I will get Sarah up and climaxing first, so she can have a lesbian experience, then you can fuck us both as we keep going?” Julie asked, grabbing my erect cock to emphasise her point.

    Sarah butted in before I could answer, saying, “he agrees totally, just look at how hard he is, and the way he’s drooling perving on your tits and cunt.” “I’m sure you know I’ve just climaxed so why don’t you continue on from there, I’m all yours to educate as you wish.”

    Julie proved a great teacher, she fingered and sucked Sarah to two huge climaxes, all this while I was suckling Julie’s massive firm breasts, and fingering her shaved protruding pussy and clit. As we all repositioned in the shower cubical, I took time to check out Julie’s figure some more. She was tall, firm body, big nipples on her huge firm busts, her pussy lips protruded like petals on a large flower, and her clit was standing out like a small cock tucked into her pussy flaps.

    We repositioned and Sarah took hold of my pulsing erection and placed it at Julie’s slit, I interpreted that as consent for me to fuck Julie. For her part Julie was bent forward tonguing Sarah’s pussy, in an obscene scene of shower water spraying all over both women, mixing with saliva and cunt juices. Having Sarah’s consent I wasted no time in rubbing my cock up and down Julie’s pussy slit. She humped back on my cock forcing it deep into her cunt and exhaled in a load gasp as I bottomed out in her. MY GOD, Julie moaned you have a huge cock, I’m only just handling it bottoming out in my cunt. Both women yelled obscenities as they again were bought to massive climaxes. We continued in the shower for another 10 minutes while Julie fucked me hard bringing me to a mind shattering, cum spurting climax deep in her pussy.

    We fell to the shower floor and rested while we recovered our breath and sensibility. It was then that Sarah noticed Derek sitting in a corner of the bathroom slowly wanking his hard and fat cock. She asked if he had enjoyed the show and if he wanted her to handle his erection. Yes, yes he said, the shower scene was great, and my cock would love to be deep in your delicious pussy.

    Just so you all know, I have linked the houses security camcorders into Tim’s laptop so he can watch us all play in his house. I think he’s watching now, does anybody object? We all had no objections, and were getting into position for the next round of activity in the shower.

    Tim had been watching and sent a message to Derek’s phone that he enjoyed the show and encouraged us all on to have more fun.


  • Sophie Learns a Lesson

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    Sophie and Maria match up in a contest of wills.

    “Miss Sophie, please…” the blonde handmaiden pleaded with a whimper, her pretty blue eyes misting with tears as her face blushed with an all-to-familiar sense of shame. The light of dawn poured through the open curtains, painting Sophie’s skin in golden highlights as she sat naked on the edge of the bed.

    The cute redhead rolled her eyes in annoyance at the petite servant girl kneeling on the floor between her legs. All anyone ever did was complain. Sophie reached down and gently placed two fingers under Heidi’s downcast chin, drawing her attention upward until their eyes met in a meaningful gaze. “Heidi, I thought you were my friend,” Sophie replied, a wounded tone to her voice, “You’re not just my servant are you? Servants can be easily replaced, you know. It would be better if you were my friend, yes?”

    Heidi sobbed, wiped the tears from her eyes, then reluctantly nodded. “Good!” Sophie chirped, happy the matter was resolved. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, luxurious silk sheets rubbing softly on her naked rump cheeks. Heidi sobbed again, wiped her tears, but obediently leaned forward, nuzzling between Sophie’s open thighs. Heidi reached up with delicate fingers and brushed her blonde curls back as she closed her eyes. Her soft, full lips parted as the scent of Sophie’s juicy cunt wafted. With a shudder, the servant girl pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Sophie’s glistening wet pussy.

    Sophie sighed, squirming as Heidi’s soft lips formed a fleshy seal over her plump little vaginal mound. The redhead sighed, slowly running her fingers through Heidi’s blonde tresses. Then her fingers progressed to the back of Heidi’s head and pulled her in tight. The blonde girl quickly inhaled deeply, her last chance for a breath before her nose pressed up firmly against Sophie’s cunt. The fleshy little nub of Sophie’s erect clit tickled the base of Heidi’s nose as her nostrils sealed up tight against the ruffled flesh of Sophie’s silky cunt.

    Sophie wriggled her ass as she took a deep breath, sighing with contentment as she willed her bladder to relax. Frothing golden fluid jetted in a powerful stream from her twat, straight into Heidi’s waiting mouth. Heidi bucked, groaning with revulsion. Sophie’s firm grip on the back of her head allowed the servant girl no escape. Heidi’s cheeks swelled as Sophie’s steaming piss filled her mouth. Desperately the girl swallowed, choking it down. Overflow spilled from her lips, streaming down her chin, forming a darkening stain on the top of her low-cut bodice. The girl shivered in response as the warm fluid soaked in, the tepid sensation spreading to the creamy skin of her generous breasts. The girl’s nipples swelled in an unwanted, embarrassing response.

    The golden cascade continued to gush and Heidi obediently sucked it down, her throat working frantically as she repeatedly swallowed. Her face began to redden as her oxygen depleted. Her hands flailed, finding purchase on Sophie’s naked thighs, struggling to push back and lift her face off that gushing vaginal gash. Sophie’s arms quivered with strain, her grip tight on the back of Heidi’s head as the last trickles of savory girl piss squirted into the servant girl’s open mouth.

    Sophie relaxed her grip. Heidi thrashed in a panic and pushed away, her chest desperately heaving for a breath. Air and piss mixed on the way down as she gasped in a choking, coughing fit. Sophie sat on the bed, her pretty lips curled in a bemused smile at the servant girl’s state of distress.

    “All better?” Sophie inquired casually as the last of Heidi’s coughing spasms tapered off. Heidi looked up teary-eyed and dutifully nodded, wiping the back of her hand across her pouty lips, mostly ineffective at cleaning away a glistening wet smear of spit, piss, and vaginal juices. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out, traversing the perimeter of lips. Bravely, she forced a smile.

    With a girlish giggle, Sophie collapsed back onto the bed, drawing up her knees and spreading her thighs in an open invitation. Tears of shame once again welled up in Heidi’s eyes as she looked up from her kneeling position and saw the redhead’s exposed little rectal pucker pulse back and forth in giddy anticipation. Heidi swallowed, the bitter taste of piss, humiliation, and anger forming a lump in her throat. Sophie writhed expectantly. Heidi whimpered and steeled herself for the next task.

    The German girl leaned in and favored Sophie’s tight rectal gateway with an indecent kiss. The redhead sighed and squirmed. Heidi’s tongue flicked out, licking, probing. The snug little shitter put up a token show of resistance. But, as always, determined probing by Heidi’s talented tongue was rewarded with an excited shudder of that fleshy puckered orifice. Sophie groaned, fingers clutching the bed sheets on either side of her body as she arched her back, muscles tensed. “Do it…” Sophie hissed.

    Heidi’s tongue plunged into the taut ring of Sophie’s shitter, teasing the soft, fleshy rim before wriggling deeper. Sophie moaned in lustful appreciation. “Such a nasty little whore you are,” she sighed. Tears once again blossomed in Heidi’s eyes as she subserviently nodded, feeling her tongue drawn deeper into the clutching embrace of Sophie’s anus. The tight steamy anal fuck tunnel began to tremble, a prelude to the redhead’s building orgasm. Heidi slipped her hands under Sophie’s naked ass cheeks, obtaining a firm grip in anticipation. From experience, the servant girl knew that when Sophie finally cut loose, she was an energetic squirmer, and did not take kindly to Heidi’s tongue slipping out of her insatiable asshole before the deed was fully done. Her fingers tightened her grip on Sophie’s firm rump cheeks and she plowed her wriggling tongue in deep as the redhead’s trim hips began to buck…

    … Feeling relaxed and refreshed after a bath, Sophie rose from the tub, water dripping, eyes closed as she wrung the water from her drenched red hair. “Heidi, towel…” she demanded in a peevish tone. No towel was forthcoming. “Heidi!” she snapped, opening her eyes to look around for the disrespectful servant girl. Perplexed, she found her quarters empty. “HEIDI!” she bellowed, displaying an impressive set of lungs for such a lithe figure. Still the handmaiden was nowhere to be seen. Sophie muttered profanely under her breath, already envisioning how the blonde girl’s firm ass cheeks would flex and quiver ever so delightfully under a well deserved flogging.

    Her rage building, Sophie found a towel and dressed herself, seething at the indignity of the situation. She flung open to the heavy door to her chambers, encountering a small servant boy struggling by with an armload of firewood. “Where is Heidi?” Sophie screeched. Half the firewood tumbled from the boy’s arms as his mouth worked open and closed in silent fear. “Well?” the redhead demanded with a penetrating glare.

    “She… ah… she’s…” stammered the young fellow, trembling.

    “Spit it out!” Sophie demanded shrilly.

    “She… Heidi… She’s left, Miss Sophie,” the boy finally managed to articulate, bracing himself for the storm of wrath that was sure to follow.

    “Left? She’s left?” Sophie replied in a deadly ominous whisper. The lad gulped and nodded, reaching to pick up the scattered logs and kindling as he balanced the remaining heavy load in his arms. “Half an hour ago, maybe. Packed a bag, talked to the Baron, and walked out, she did.”

    Sophie glared, incredulous. The boy paled under the unwavering visual assault. “We’ll see about THAT!” the fiery redhead promised. The boy prudently stepped aside. Sophie marched by, stumbling on an errant piece of firewood. In a fit, she kicked the stout log, sending it spinning as waves of pain jolted through her stubbed and throbbing toe. “FUCK! Fuck a goddamn skanky duck!” she spit as she surged on by like an unstoppable redheaded force of nature.

    Naked feet slapped on the polished Italian marble floor as Sophie stormed down the massive staircase to the stately mansion’s lower level. Determined strides took her out across the courtyard, back inside, down a long hallway, then left through an open doorway. An elderly clerk looked up from his desk at the approaching sound of bare soles on smooth stone. “Ah, Miss Sophie, I’m afraid the Baron… your father, he is currently with someone,” he warned, rising from his desk as he moved to intercept the seething redhead. “Perhaps later would be…”

    “Suck a bag of gopher dicks,” Sophie casually suggested, brushing past the frail old man. She yanked open the heavy door to father’s large office and indignantly marched inside.

    The heavyset baron looked up from his desk as his daughter blew into his office like a gale force wind. A girl sat in a chair in front of the desk, her existence completely beneath Sophie’s concern or notice. “Heidi has left?” She demanded of her father, hands on her hips and an aggressive set to her jaw.

    “She has,” the baron confirmed calmly, lacing his fingers together as he placed his hands on the desk.

    “She… She can’t just leave!” She’s my servant!” Sophie exclaimed, indignant.

    “And yet… she has,” the baron repeated.

    “I want her punished!” Sophie demanded, stomping her foot as her voice raised an octave.

    “Actually, I have sent her on her way with my highest letter of recommendation, my apologies, and a handsome severance payment, just as I have done for so many of your prior servants, my dear,” the baron explained, his expression darkening. “If we are lucky, we will not receive a visit from the constables, once again threatening to press charges. I have warned you many a times, you cannot abuse your servants as shamefully as you do. It is a wonder Heidi remained with us as long as she did.”

    “Abuse?” What did she say? She is lying, of course,” Sophie sputtered.

    A pained look crossed the baron’s face. “If only half of her complaints are shadow of the truth…” he warned. Sophie glared, foot tapping impatiently.

    “She says you peed in her mouth, just this morning, and then with her tongue…”

    “Lies,” Sophie sniffed, finding a ragged corner of a fingernail in need of chewing.

    “The week before, you forced an apple up her butt…”

    “A clumsy accident,” Sophie assured him. “She slipped and fell in the kitchen. The girl has all the grace of a drunken barnyard beast.”

    “Speaking of barnyard beast,” the baron continued. “Did you in fact tie her naked over a fence and let a pair of goats…” he tapered off, raising his hand as Sophie took a breath to respond. “No. Stop. Say nothing. I do not even wish to know.”

    “She absolutely deserved that,” Sophie muttered under her breath. “She was late with my lunch that day…”

    “Regardless…” the baron continued. “Heidi has had her fill. She tendered her resignation to me this morning. She is gone, with my best wishes.”

    “But… but… Heidi was my friend,” Sophie whined. “How could she do this to me?”

    The baron reclined in his chair, his intense stare seeming to burn into Sophie’s soul. “You have no friends,” he replied sadly. “You have only victims scattered along a smoldering trail of destruction.”

    Sophie huffed, folding her arms across her inconsequential chest and returning a pouty look. “So what am I supposed to do? I am the daughter of a baron. I must have a servant girl.”

    The baron paused, then sighed and gestured in the direction of the dark haired girl in the office chair. “Against my better judgment, I will try once more. I have hired Maria here as your handmaiden. She applied this morning as a kitchen wench, but in light of Heidi’s abrupt departure, I have offered her the position as your servant. Mind you, after she overheard Heidi’s tales of woe, she rightfully demanded double the normal salary.

    “Triple, now,” Maria renegotiated firmly from her chair.

    The baron looked at her, scowling. “Because of the incident with the goats?” he inquired with a pained look. Maria nodded. The baron issued an exhausted sigh, pausing to polish a spot off his spectacles. “Done,” he agreed in a defeated tone.

    Sophie turned an appraising look to the girl in the chair. She seemed to be of Spanish origin, small framed and pretty, with tresses of shimmering black hair and deep brown eyes. Maria met Sophie’s commanding look with an unwavering gaze in return.

    “Perhaps — if you treat her with respect — Maria could be your friend, instead of just another servant eager to make a hasty departure,” the baron suggested kindly.

    “Fine, whatever,” Sophie responded, whirling on her heels and stalking out of the large office.

    “It appears your job begins now,” the Baron offered, pointing a finger in the direction of his departing daughter. I wish you the best of luck, but I fear she may be a lost cause. She is truly a reprehensible little demon.”

    Maria rose to follow after Sophie. “You are her last chance,” the baron added. Maria stopped and turned to face him. “Word has spread too far and wide of my daughter’s spoiled antics. No one will agree to work for her. So I thank you for your help. Know that you have my full backing in whatever you do with her. Be her friend — if you can. But any discipline, any form of punishment to teach her some humility… you have my blessing to do entirely as you please.”

    “I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” she assured him with a confident smile. Then she turned and hurried after Sophie.

    Betting pools quickly arose, with the servant staff wagering enthusiastically on the duration Maria’s stay. Guesses ranged from mere hours to more optimistic estimates measured in days. Yet days passed, growing to a fortnight, and still the pretty Spanish girl held her ground. Heated shouts and the crashing of flung pottery were often heard behind Sophie’s closed chamber doors. But to everyone’s surprise, hints of a friendship between the two girls began to sprout. Soon they were seen laughing together as they became inseparable.

    Grumbles abounded amongst the staff as Doris, the elderly head cook, collected her departure pool winnings as Maria’s stay extended passed a dozen days. There were some disgruntled whisperings of “witch” at her uncanny prognostication skills, but mostly this was deemed to be sour grapes by the pool losers and was quickly forgotten.

    By the time three weeks has come and gone, even the most resentful of the staff began to admit there was a change in Sophie. Still a little spitfire to be reconned with, the redhead’s signature hostility and vindictive nature had softened a tad around the edges. Grudging admissions were made that on a good day, the baron’s spiteful daughter could be deemed as marginally tolerable. An underlying fear began to arise as to what wrath might be forthcoming should Maria ever leave. So the Spanish girl was welcomed with open arms by the appreciative household staff, quickly accepting the newcomer in as one of their own.

    It was on the one month anniversary of Maria’s arrival that things took an eventful turn. After dinner, the girls retired to Sophie’s chambers. Perhaps a bit too much wine had been consumed with the meal. Another bottle or three had been downed since. Judgment began to cloud, and polite discretions were abandoned as the social barriers between the baron’s daughter and her alluring handmaiden began to blur.

    “Do you think I’m pretty?” Sophie inquired, an intoxicated slur to her voice as she looked up from her steaming bath.

    Maria took an unladylike swig from the wine bottle and wiped her lips with her hand, giving the petite redhead an appraising once-over. She shrugged, feigning indifference. “Pretty enough,” she allowed, “but kind of scrawny. Perhaps someday you may yet beguile a gullible man to marry you.”

    “I don’t want a man,” Sophie giggled as she reclined in the bath, extending a soapy leg from the tub and pointing her dainty toes at the Spanish girl. “I want you. Come, join me.” Maria hesitated. “That’s an order, servant girl,” the redhead insisted sternly.

    Maria set the wine bottle aside and confidently stepped into the tub, standing over the seated redhead. “I may be your servant, but I am not your whore. You require a lesson in humility, Miss Sophie.”

    Sophie shrieked with laughter. “I don’t do well with lessons. Ask my tutors. And besides, you’ll get your dress all wet!” she protested. Maria appeared unconcerned. With fingers clumsy from the wine, she fumbled with the lacing on her bodice, finally loosening the tie. With a saucy wriggle of her hips she let the garment slip down her body, bunching up around her legs as it slowly sank beneath the bathtub foam. She stepped forward, straddling Sophie’s chest. The redhead looked up at her, eyes wide with anticipation as she gazed up at the tantalizing V at the top of Maria’s naked thighs as if in a trance.

    Maria’s hand traced down over her firm tummy, then lower, to her naked loins. Fingers spread the fleshy lips of her plump pussy, revealing the pink, moist folds within. A dribble of golden fluid leaked, offering scant warning of the powerful torrent of girl piss that immediately followed. Sophie flinched in shock as a splattering deluge of hot pee cascaded down onto her naked tits. She gasped, then arched her back, offering up her petite breasts to the cascade. Nipples perked to instant attention, throbbing as the downpour continued.

    Maria rolled her hips upward, directing the powerful stream higher. Sophie mewled in a combination of revulsion and excitement as the jet of piss hosed down on her face. She opened lips, letting her mouth fill with the golden fluid. The redhead swallowed, savoring the bitter, humiliating sensation, then parted her pouty lips for more. Maria’s bladder finally emptied. The forceful gusher of girl urine faltered, tapering off to erratic squirts. Sophie looked up, face and hair completely drenched. “You’ll pay for that!” she promised with a lecherous grin.

    Sophie rose from the bath, dripping suds as Maria backed away, laughing. The naked girls embraced in a hungry kiss, tongues dueling as naked, soapy skin slithered and rubbed enticingly. Sophie’s tiny tits pressed into Maria’s larger, rounded breasts, rigid nipples rubbing sensuously in erotic circles. Exploring fingers urgently skimmed over slippery, naked bodies, probing, caressing, delving into every crack and crevice. Maria pushed Sophie towards the bed. The girls collapsed, moaning and giggling as their legs scissored, cunts pressed firmly together in an obscene vaginal kiss. “I want to fuck you,” Maria breathed, pressing her soft lips to Sophie’s ear, nibbling, then extending her pointed tongue. Sophie squealed and nodded her permission, panting with expectation. Her fingernails raked diagonally down across Maria’s naked back, raising welts.

    Maria forced her hand between their gyrating loins, fingers spreading Sophie’s eager cunt. Notions of gentle foreplay were abandoned. Animalistic passion took control. Sophie grunted, hips bucking as Maria drove two stiffened fingers into the redhead’s tight little snatch. A fleshy barrier barred her way, but with a forceful shove, the digits fucked in full depth. Vaginal folds of flesh quivered, clutching down with a loving embrace on those wriggling digits. Sophie gasped, eyes wide in shock, then mewled with pleasure, hips grinding in a lustful dance as her virgin pussy was put to plunder.

    Maria drew back, then added two more fingers, pressed together at the tips. Sophie’s tight, wet cunt lips strained, then stretched to accommodate the four-finger fuck to the second knuckles. Maria gazed lovingly into Sophie’s eyes as she used her other hand to forcefully hold her down on the bed, offering no escape. But escape was the last thing on Sophie’s mind. She lifted her legs, wrapping shapely calves around Marie’s lower back and crossing her ankles in a firm embrace.

    “You want my fist in your nasty little cunt, you slut?” Maria hissed.

    Sophie writhed sensuously on her back, clutching fingers tangling in the silky sheets, batting her eyelids in a flirting motion. Intoxication banished any concerns that an entire fist might not actually fit into a tight little virgin pussy. “Do it… please,” she begged in a whisper.

    Maria smiled. She pulled back, leaving only the tips of her four fingers embedded in the gateway to Sophie’s quivering fuck slot. She tucked her thumb alongside her fingers and pushed. The redhead groaned, arching her back as her pussy stretched. A look of uncertainty crossed her pretty face as she chewed her lower lip in apprehension. She cried out as the widest part of Maria’s fist jammed up tight in the resisting lips of her aching cunt. Realization broke through the alcoholic fog. Surely there was no way her tiny twat could stretch enough to take an entire fist!

    Maria’s arm quivered, muscles tense. Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes as sensations of pain and failure grew. Then she set her lower jaw in steely determination and bucked her hips. “Ugh!” she grunted, feeling her vaginal portal flare. She thrust again as Maria forced her hand down in earnest. “UGH! Oh God!” Sophie moaned, feeling her vision begin to grey out at the edges. Panting, she tensed the muscles in her legs and tummy and bucked up hard. Pain flared red across her vision for an instant. Then both girls issued a mutual grunt of satisfaction as Maria’s hand punched wetly into Sophie’s twat.

    Sophie shrieked, squirming energetically. Maria licked her lips, breathing hard. The redhead’s juicy little snatch closed down tight, clutching a fleshy embrace around the dark haired girl’s wrist. “Is… Is it in?” Sophie breathed in a strained voice, not daring to believe it.

    Maria nodded, eyes wide. A hush of calm settled over the room. Maria’s gently curled the fingers of her embedded hand, balling up a fist. Sophie purred at the sensation. Both girls dared not move, giving that tight, straining snatch time to stretch to the immense invasion. Then, slowly, Maria rotated her arm clockwise. Sophie went slack-jawed in response, eyes rolling back in her head as the twisting fist in the twat stirred lustful trembles of delight. Maria reversed direction, wrenching counterclockwise. She opened her fingers, straining against the tight grip of Sophie’s pussy, stretching and exploring. Then she drew her fingers once more into a fist and pushed. Sophie’s cunt lips folded inward, dragged by the skin friction of Maria’s slowly surging arm. Her wrist disappeared from view as two inches of her girlish forearm eased into Sophie’s accommodating fuck slot.

    Trickles of vaginal fluid seeped from the imperfect fleshy seal of the redhead’s cunt lips around Maria’s arm, providing helpful lubrication. The Spanish girl pulled back. Ruffled cunt lips unfurled as a few inches of forearm pulled out to the wrist. Sophie’s pussy bulged as Maria’s fist retreated to press against the gateway of her twat from within. The vaginal mound bulged around the bulk of the fist, then clenched down tight in a resistive effort to maintain its grip on that heavenly insertion.

    Maria pressed forward, more insistently this time. A wet slurp arose as the fist plowed deep into virgin realms of Sophie’s cunt. The redhead sighed and rolled her hips, naked tits and rump cheeks jiggling delightfully in response. The fist surge inward, reaching the limits of Sophie’s vaginal cavern. Once again fingers flexed and unfolded, exploring.

    A small opening beckoned and Maria’s middle finger probed. The tight tunnel of Sophie’s cervix dilated to allow entry. Like the proverbial camel’s nose into the tent, Maria pressed her advantage. A second finger was added, then a third. The snug fleshy passageway proved remarkably cooperative. It stretched further as the fourth finger relentlessly joined the effort, followed by the thumb. A look of panic surged across Sophie’s expression and Maria paused, watching with concern. But then the redhead smiled as a wave of calm washed over her. She nodded and writhed in obvious enthusiasm that the perverse fist fucking should venture into unexplored depths.

    Maria stuck her tongue of her lips in concentration, pressing her arm forward. Another obscene slurping sound arose and her arm surged deeper. Wet twat lips shuddered, clenching down as the forward motion ground to a halt. Maria glanced down, assessing the progress. All but two inches of her forearm were buried in the lustful embrace of Sophie’s greedy pussy. A final, determined push pressed it home, her elbow snugged up tight against the redhead’s vaginal lips and her gently twisting fist buried deep in the girl’s quivering womb.

    Slowly Maria withdrew, a wet squelch accompanying a surge of vaginal juices oozing from Sophie’s silky snatch. Carefully she pressed back in. The redhead sobbed, lustful tremors building in her thighs and tummy. “Wouldn’t your father, the Baron, be proud of his little girl right now?” Maria inquired.

    Sophie bucked, her orgasm erupting at the profane suggestion. Maria’s firm hand on her chest could barely restrain the squealing girl as she thrashed. A rapid series of grunts escaped her slack lips as she violently bucked her hips, impaling herself on Maria’s thrusting fist and forearm. The Spanish girl drove in deep, cycling like a fleshy piston, each wanton thrust spurring the redhead’s orgasmic fit spiraling to higher levels. Firm tummy muscles rippled as the pleasure-driven spasms spread. Creamy thighs clenched, and locked ankles pulled tight against Maria’s lower back. Again and again the Spanish girl thrust her fist in deep, pleasuring the insatiable redhead as the girl howled with mindless lust.

    The passionate reaction drove Maria over the edge. Pulling her hand back off Sophie’s naked chest, she put those freed up digits to good use. Fingers found and pinched her clit, then rubbed frantically up and down on her puffed pussy lips. Her hips twitched and her orgasm erupted. She squealed with girlish delight and a jet of female ejaculation sprayed from her cunt, drenching the thrashing redhead underneath her. Maria’s hips bucked and she came again, fingers digging into the depths of her quivering cunt as repeated convulsions racked her body.

    Finally Sophie collapsed back onto the bed, tense muscles falling slack. Her face red with exertion, she panted like a dog, desperate to catch her breath. With a long, forceful tug, Maria extracted her buried arm and fist from the girl’s reamed out pussy, triggering a series of post-orgasmic shudders. Then Maria collapsed on the bed next to Sophie, both girls breaking into a fit of carefree laughter. They caressed, fingers lovingly tracing lips and breasts as their heartbeats eventually resumed a normal rhythm. Understandably exhausted from the delightfully rough fucking, Sophie dropped off to sleep.

    Maria looked at the dozing redhead with a loving gaze. A confident smile formed on her face. Surely the humiliation of getting her face pissed on and a savage fist fucking up her cunt had served to instill a sense of subservience to the spicy redhead. Feeling self-assured that any lingering problems with Sophie were now safely in the past, Maria also fell into a slumber, entwined in her lover’s arms…

    …The chimes of the downstairs clock struck twelve, ringing in the midnight hour with signature clarity. Sophie’s eyes fluttered at the sound as sleep slipped from her grasp. Carefully she untangled herself from Maria’s naked arms and legs and extracted herself from the rumpled bed sheets. The servant girl murmured in her sleep and rolled over onto her back, never waking.

    A sense of wonder dominated Sophie’s thoughts, savoring the incredibly fulfilling memory of her torrid adventure. Imagine — an entire fist and forearm stuffed into her pussy! Who would have thought such a thing was possible? She glanced down, fingers exploring, expecting to find a wrecked cavern of her cunt. But the resilient flesh of her sweet pussy had snugged back up, leaving only a tight little slit in which her dabbling fingers could linger. A smile crossed her lips as an entire new realm of deviant possibilities unfolded in her overactive imagination. She gazed down at the sleeping Spanish girl, keen to continue the experiment.

    Moonlight rays shimmered through window illuminating Maria’s form on top of the tangled bed covers. Sophie crept closer, standing next to the bed. Maria lay on her back, breathing heavy in the deepest slumber. Her firm, rounded breasts, skin reflecting subtle moonlight, drew Sophie’s appreciating gaze. Slowly those succulent tits rose and fell in time with the girl’s rhythmic breaths.

    Sophie licked her lips as her eyes wander lower. Down over Maria’s firm, flat tummy, hints of fit abdominal muscles protruding subtle ridges in her well tanned skin. Lower still. Taut, creamy thighs beckoned her gaze. Sophie’s mouth went dry, inappropriate thoughts and creative perversions awhirl in her mind. The naughty redhead inhaled deeply, gathering her courage as her longing look fell on Maria’s clenched pussy slit. It looked tight — impossibly tight. But as had already been proven, a soft pink cunt had an amazing amount of elastic potential… when properly motivated…

    Sophie knelt down next to the bed. With a trembling finger she reached up and traced a lazy circle around the nipple of Maria’s left breast. The girl sighed deeply and the crinkled nub of erogenous flesh began to swell. The nipple on her right tit responded in kind, both firming up in eager response as Sophie ever so gently applied her thumb and forefinger in a loving squeeze.

    Her fingers trailed down through the inviting cleavage between those rounded tits, then slithered with lightly raking nails over Maria’s taut tummy. The girl slowly stirred, moaning as she pressed her naked thighs together, rubbing back and forth to build a delightful friction. Sophie’s curled her fingers, all but the extended middle digit, and moved lower. She artfully skirted around Maria’s little clit, afraid that stimulation there might rouse the girl from her unconscious state. Gently, the exploring fingertip found the inviting slit between Maria’s soft pussy lips and eased just inside, dragging the full length of that sweet fuck slot.

    Maria groaned, lazily squirming, and murmured unintelligible nothings in her sleep. Sophie dug a little deeper, penetrating to the second knuckle. A smile crossed her face as she found wetness, slippery natural lubrication beginning to seep from those fleshy pink folds. She probed further, her middle finger easing in to the third knuckle. Maria’s thighs parted, instinctively offering easy access. The redhead grinned, slowly drawing her finger out, then pressing it back inside. The slumbering Spanish girl’s cunt lips swelled up with arousal, plumping and unfurling.

    Sophie slipped her burrowing middle finger from Maria’s cunt, the digit glistening with moisture. She eased the finger into her mouth, tongue lashing at the full length, savoring the taste. Maria moaned and rolled over on the bed. Face-down, she squirmed, thighs rubbing, then spreading. Sophie held her breath, afraid she had awakened the servant girl. But after a moment, Maria’s breathing once again deepened as a deep sleep reclaimed her.

    Sophie found her interest drawn to a new and alluring target. Maria’s firm rump cheeks were now facing upward, the inviting cleft of her ass spread as the girl’s shapely legs splayed apart. Moonlight played off the fleshy orbs of that wonderful butt, tendrils of light dipping into her ass crack. As if in a spotlight, Maria’s puckered anal orifice shimmered in the pale illumination.

    The thought leaped unbidden to Sophie’s mind: If a tight little virgin pussy could stretch to take a fist, then it stood to reason that a girl’s puckered anus could do the same. Once again slipping her middle finger into her mouth for a generous coating of lubricating saliva, the naughty redhead cautiously eased her middle finger into the cleft of Maria’s rump, delicately rubbing up and down. Her finger zeroed in on the recessed dimple of the Spanish girl’s rectal pucker, lightly teasing the fleshy, crinkled orifice. Maria groaned and Sophie froze, heart pounding, her fingertip lightly pressing on the resisting anal portal. The servant girl squirmed in her sleep and rolled her hips, instinctively pushing back against the intruding fingertip. The gateway to her sphincter quivered, then pulsed back and forth. With a soft but unrelenting persistence, the tip of Sophie’s finger eased just inside the servant girl’s anal ring.

    Maria flinched, shifted position on the bed, and sensuously rolled her hips upward. Sophie’s finger dipped into that hot little shitter to the first knuckle. From there, a gentle push was all it took to sink the digit in to the hilt. She wriggled the embedded finger, drawing another moan from the unconscious girl. Sophie grinned, wondering what lurid dreams now ran amok in Maria’s mind, coinciding with the stimulation of her anus. She pulled back her finger and doubled the pleasure, sinking both her middle and index digits to the hilt in Maria’s sweltering anal fuck tunnel. The muscles in the girl’s rectal tract clenched down, rippling, drawing the invading digits deeper. Sophie splayed her fingers apart, stretching, pulling back and working that taut anal ring. A few moments of dedicated effort and a third finger slipped inside. The pinkie finger proved no challenge after that, and soon Sophie was applying pressure with her thumb. Maria’s tight rectal gateway offered resistance, but slowly, in fractions of an inch, Sophie’s digits burrowed ever deeper.

    The widest part of Sophie’s hand required a dedicated effort to insert, Maria’s sphincter straining to thwart the obscene invasion. But the servant girl’s hips slowly began to roll in a sensuous motion as her natural female instinct to give in to anal sex took over. Suddenly that juicy little rectal fuck tunnel shuddered and relaxed. Sophie’s hand slipped inside and she balled her fingers into a fist, pushing deeper.

    Maria’s eyes snapped open as her anal orgasm erupted. Her hips churned, bucking as she fucked back hard onto Sophie’s plundering fist. She gasped, the muscles of her tummy, thighs and ass checks clenching, trembling. “What! What are you doing?” she screamed, her legs kicking and arms flailing wildly. Her right hand clamped down tight around Sophie’s forearm, pulling back on the anally invading fist. With a wet pop, the redhead’s hand withdrew, interrupting the enraged servant girl’s orgasm mid-shudder. Maria rolled from the bed, clutching the sheets to cover her naked body. Sophie knelt beside the bed, eyes wide with surprise.

    Without another word, Maria whirled and stalked from Sophie’s quarters. With a loud bang, the door to the adjoining handmaiden’s room slammed shut. After a moment of stunned silence, Sophie trailed after the Spanish girl, cracking open the door to the servant’s room to peer inside. Still naked and fuming, Maria yanked open the drawers of a dresser, ripping out clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase.

    “What are you doing?” Sophie inquired with alarm, opening the door further.

    “Packing. I’m leaving.” Maria snapped in a frosty reply.

    “What… Why?”

    Maria turned to Sophie, her look incredulous. “You raped me.”

    Sophie rolled her eyes. “I can’t rape you. I’m not a guy. I don’t have a… you know… a dick.”

    “You forced your entire fist up my ass!” Maria countered, her voice rising.

    “You fisted my cunt,” Sophie countered, crossing her arms obstinately across her chest.

    “After I asked your permission, you arrogant little bitch!” Maria seethed, eyes glittering with anger. “I was asleep! You didn’t ask!”

    “Yes… yes… but…” Sophie sputtered, raising both hands in a calming gesture. “But… you liked it, right?”

    Maria glared, momentarily speechless.

    “Ummm? Maybe a little bit?” Sophie cajoled with a playful wink.

    Maria seethed and resumed packing.

    “You did cum, really hard,” Sophia asserted with a tone of confidence.

    Maria threw a hairbrush across the room and whirled on the redhead, hands balling into fists. “That doesn’t matter, you inhuman cunt. Do you have the slightest hint of compassion in that cold heart of yours? You can’t just rape people! The Baron is right. You’re a lost cause and a… a… a reprehensible demon!”

    Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes as she dared to enter the room, approaching the servant girl with her hands up in a pleading gesture. “Please… please Maria. I’m sorry. You have to forgive me. Daddy says he won’t hire anyone else, and if you leave, I’ll have no one. You’re my only friend!”

    “Not my problem. This is not how friends treat each other.”

    Sophie sobbed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Maria’s naked right leg. “I’m begging you. Please! Give me one more chance. I’ll show you that I’m really sorry!”

    Maria looked down with contempt. “I don’t believe you.”

    The redhead wailed in dismay. “Please, please, please! I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove myself!”

    Maria’s jaw clenched and she exhaled an angry snort. The room fell silent, save for Sophie’s pitiful weeping.

    Maria pondered. The job paid an obscene amount of money. And had Sophie asked politely, her anal antics might have been a pleasing diversion. Still, the indignity of waking up mid-orgasm to the surprise of a fist up the ass really was beyond the limit. The Baron’s daughter needed to be taught a hard lesson in humility. But what sort of lesson? If Maria couldn’t think of anything appropriate, she would have to be on the next horse out of here.

    “Get out!” she demanded, pointing at the door. “I’ll think about it. If I’m still here tomorrow morning, you will obey my every command. Offend me again… just one more time…” she held up one finger for emphasis.

    “I won’t! I promise. You’ll be so proud of me, whatever you want me to do! Thank you! You won’t regret it!”

    “I already regret it. Now get out of my room and let me get some sleep.”

    … The next morning Sophie awoke and took her bath, not bothering Maria who remained in her servant’s quarters. After getting her own breakfast from the kitchen, she lightly tapped on Maria’s door. “Good morning,” she greeted subserviently. I brought you a muffin, if you want,” she offered, handing over the goodwill gesture. “Are you still mad at me?”

    Maria didn’t address the question, taking the muffin with an angry glare and sampling a bite. “Come on,” she insisted, brushing past Sophie as she stalked from the room.

    “Where are we going?” the redhead anxiously inquired. Receiving no reply, she obediently fell in behind the Spanish girl, trailing her down the stairs, through the servant’s hallway, past the kitchen, and out the door. A short walk across the courtyard brought them to the stables. Maria strode inside. Sophie tentatively peered around the half-open barn door, then nervously followed.

    A young man was hard at work, shifting hay with a large pitchfork.

    “Who is that?” Sophie whispered as she caught up with Maria.

    Maria turned and looked at her in amazement. “That’s Felipe. He has faithfully tended to the stable here for twelve years. He is caring for his ailing mother, plays the lute, and is surprisingly accomplished at chess. How is it possible that after a month here I know all this, and you are clueless he exists?”

    Sophie shrugged, casting sad eyes downward on the suspicion that Maria was again disappointed in her. “He’s just a servant…” She muttered.

    Maria approached Filipe, and talked to him quietly, gesturing occasionally at the Baron’s daughter. Sophie strained to hear, but could not make out the muted conversation. Filipe suddenly brightened his expression and leaned the pitchfork against the wooden wall of the empty horse stall turning his beaming smile towards the redhead. “Thank you! I am so glad to hear this, Miss Sophie! Thank you so much!” He rushed off, a grin on his face. The barn door creaked shut behind them as Felipe hastily departed, leaving the two girls alone.

    “What did you say to him? Sophie inquired.

    “I told him you thought he was doing such a wonderful job that he deserved the day off… and that you would pay him an extra day’s wages as a bonus.”

    Sophie opened her mouth in protest, then thought better of if. “Yes, yes, of course. I have always thought Alfonso did a fine job,” she allowed, not relishing the discussion with her father to obtain the promised bonus pay.

    “Filipe,” Maria corrected with a shake of her head.

    “Filipe, yes,” Sophie agreed. “So… why are we here? she inquired, trepidation in her voice as to what punishment might lie in store.

    Maria gave no answer and made her way down the central pathway in the barn, horse stalls on either side. A nicker of greeting came from a stall on the left and she turned. A furry muzzle peeked out from over the stall gate, and Maria reached up to offer a friendly stroke of her fingers.

    “Are we going riding?” Sophie inquired.

    “No,” Maria replied. “You’re going to give this horse a blowjob.”

    Sophie laughed, assuming it was a jest. Maria’s hard stare implied that no joke was intended. Sophie’s laugh tapered off as her eyes went wide in shock.

    “You need to learn humility,” Maria explained, her tone calm but commanding.

    Sophie shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous!” she squeaked in alarm.

    “Suit yourself,” Maria shrugged. “I’ll finish packing.” She turned and headed for the door. The redhead looked from the horse, to Maria’s departing form, then back to the stallion.

    “I… I’m not going to put a horse cock in my mouth!” she insisted, folding her arms across her chest.

    “Understood. Goodbye.” Maria replied, the heavy barn door creaking as she pushed it open.

    Sophie’s heart beat in panic. “Wait… WAIT!” she shrieked as Maria began to close the door behind her. The Spanish girl paused, holding the door but not looking back. Sophie took a deep breath, a shudder of revulsion tracing up her spine. “OK, I’ll do it… I’ll give the horse a blowjob, and then we can be friends again?”

    “There are five stallions,” Maria countered.

    Sophie gasped. “You mean I have to…”

    “Every one of them,” Maria insisted. “You better get busy.”

    Sophie whimpered, a look of defeat crossing her pretty features. Tears welled up in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. She sniffed, but put on a brave look of determination. “Can you tell me how to do it?” she pleaded in a subdued tone.

    Maria hesitated a moment longer. Sophie chewed her lower lip with worry. Then the Spanish girl turned and marched back into the barn. Stomping up to Sophie, she reached up and roughly grabbed a hold of the girl’s ear. “OWWW!” the redhead squealed in protest, her head tilted off to one side, wincing as she stumbled along behind the servant girl. With distain, Maria towed the whining redhead into the horse stall and forced her to her knees underneath the painted thoroughbred. “Play with his cock to get him hard, then use your mouth, whore!” Maria demanded.

    Sophie whimpered and nodded. With trembling hands she reached up between the stallion’s haunches, exploring fingers searching for the beast’s sheathed prick. His huge nut sack swayed ominously. The horse snorted and stomped as the girl made contact with his intimate anatomy. Wide-eyed, the beast reared its head. Normally his only interaction with the Baron’s daughter was with her perched commandingly on his back in a saddle. To find her underneath him, fondling with his private parts was most confusing. But as soft girl fingers gently rubbed his cock sheath, the creature was intrigued and open to new ideas.

    His cock began to swell, extending outward. Sophie’s fingers wrapped around the shaft, feeling it throb and grow. The girl gasped as the prick reached a fully erect state. “He’s huge!” she breathed, turning a pleading look up at Maria. The servant girl’s face held no mercy or hint of mirth. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. Sophie swallowed nervously and turned her attention back to the monstrous horse cock. Now fully hard, it curved upward, pressing against the beast’s muscular belly. Every bit of fifteen inches in length, Sophie could barely get a grasp around part of the shaft with a single hand. Tentatively she reached up with her other hand for a firmer grip, fingers barely overlapping. The prick throbbed, and a shimmering drop of slippery precum oozed from the flared, crown-shaped cock head.

    Sophie scooted on her knees, moving into position underneath the stallion’s belly, directly in line with the enormous cock. She levered the hard prick downward, sniffing in self-pity as she eased her mouth closer to the massive shaft. She swallowed down a sense of revulsion and pressed her lips onto the fleshy cock head. The taste of the slippery precum slithered onto her lips and her tongue instinctively wriggled out for a taste of the salty seepage. Tentatively the little redhead pressed her lips harder against the huge head of the cock, straining to open her mouth wide enough to take him in. “He’s too big!” she protested after a failed attempt, looking up at Maria with pleading eyes.

    The servant girl shrugged without concern. “Work it out somehow,” she demanded.

    Turning her attention back to the throbbing horse cock, Sophie once more pressed her pouting lips onto fleshy head of the prick, nuzzling it with a kiss. Working from different angles, she ran her lips over the surface, spreading a glistening sheen of saliva and precum over the tender skin. She ran grasping fingers back along the length of the prick, down to the huge nut sack, and stroked back, milking the beast. The stallion stomped and snorted with delight, shuffling his rear hooves to a wider stance. Her tightly clasped fingers stroked back to his balls. The beast lunged with his haunches, driving his cock forwards. Sophie’s head bobbed, pushed back by the forceful fuck-thrust. Her hands glided forward and the stallion drew back, readying for another lunge. Sophie’s head rocked forward, lips and tongue working, never breaking oral contact with the slippery cock head. A prolonged dribble of precum oozed out. The redhead’s tongue worked diligently, spilling not a single drop. She swallowed, moaned, and doubled the efforts of her lips on the crown of the slippery prick.

    The stallion’s flanks rippled with muscular shivers. Sophie’s fingers cycled back and forth along the length of the rigid, fleshy shaft, milking the beast with growing enthusiasm. The horse’s flanks bucked, drew back, bucked, and retreated again, an unexpected double-pump. Sophie’s lips broke contact with the crown of his cock as her head reared back from the first jarring impact. A gap of nearly foot separated her pretty face from the stallion’s prick when his enormous nut sack contracted. With a bellow of delight, his cock swelled in the girl’s grasp as a seething eruption of hot cum surged down the fleshy pipe. The stallion blew, wide-eyed and snorting. A massive blast of horse sperm launched, spraying like a frothing geyser. The girl flinched, taking a full face load as the high velocity jet splattered in all directions. She turned her face away, succeeding only in taking part of the prolonged eruption into her hair. She gasped, one hand slipping off the throbbing cock as she struggled to regain control. The stallion blew another load, more powerful than the first, lathering Sophie from forehead down to chin in a drenching, sticky fountain. Cum rolled down her cheeks in sheets, dripping onto her expensive dress. The stallion drew back. Sophie wrapped both hands around the raging shaft and brought her lips to bear. Her open-mouthed kiss barely seated on the end of his cock as the beast unleashed another torrent, straight into the girl’s open mouth. Her cheeks bulged and overflow foamed from the imperfect seal of her lips on his prick. More gooey sperm poured over her chin, down into her cleavage as she desperately swallowed, gulping down part of the load. A final thrust spewed another churning blast. The redhead swallowed, taking it all down. The beast snorted with satisfaction, stepping back and pulling his prick from Sophie’s clutching grasp. His erection flagged, softening cock drooping as he pranced away, his cock dribbling the last spurts of cum onto the floor of the stall.

    Sophie looked up, stunned and speechless. Her hair was lathered with streamers of glistening horse cum. Her face was a plastered sheet of oozing sperm and the exposed top of her perky tits, peaking from her bodice, were liberally spattered with large, oozing globs of semen. Blinking, she rubbed her eye with one knuckle, succeeding only in smearing in more cum from her liberally lathered hand.

    “That’s one,” Maria announced calmly. “You might consider swallowing more, unless you like it messy,” she offered as casual advice. She turned and opened the gate to the stall, gesturing with a sweep of her hand for Sophie to make her exit. The girl struggled to her feet, slipping in the puddle of cum around her knees. Dutifully, she followed the servant girl to the next stall, containing Daddy’s prize racehorse — a glossy black stallion.

    The beast sniffed the air as Sophie approached, catching the wafting scent of sex. His cock began to swell as the girl approached and sank to her knees with a look of resignation. The semi-rigid cock swelled rapidly has she took him in her grasp. His glossy black prick had an inch or so in length over the painted thoroughbred, and a bit more girth. Nonetheless, Sophie diligently pressed her lips to the flared head of his massive cock. Not fully hard quite yet, the crowned cock head had some give, and with a straining effort she managed to flex her jaw and slip the head of his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as the prick throbbed into a full erection. Experimentally, Sophie tried to back away, but could no longer open her mouth wide enough to release him. With a whimper she realized she was orally tied to his cock until he blew his load. Her eyes clouded with tears of shame as she reached up and began to stroke, delicated fingers running up and down the length of his prick.

    The black stallion’s haunches surged into action. Sophie’s head rocked back and forth, her aching jaw locked open, the back of her teeth trapping the massive flared head. On a down-stroke, the fingers of her right hand cupped the stallion’s massive balls, weighing the ominously sized nut sack. The beast snorted at the unexpected stimulation, his sides heaving as he began to huff for breath. The redhead’s tongue fluttered along the bottom of the stallion’s cock head, tickling in a delightful manner. He reared up slightly, front hoofs hitting the ground dangerously close on either side of the kneeling girl with a thud. Sophie’s clutching fingers stroked, back and forth in a dedicated effort.

    The beast neighed and thrust, balls contorting upward as he hit his climax. Sophie’s firm grasp on his cock milked forward, riding the first surge of cum through his prick. The girl’s cheeks bulged and her eyes flew wide. A spray of sperm pressured from her grasping lips around his dick. Foaming cum surged upward into her sinuses, blowing a stringer of dripping cum from each nostril. She swallowed desperately, trying to relieve the pressure, but the stallion surged again with another load, overwhelming her inadequate attempts to gulp down those massive, seething jets of sperm. He fired again. Sophie’s neck muscles contracted in a panic, swallowing urgently. The overload frothed past her lips, down her chin, and once more onto the creamy skin of her upthrust little tits. Twice more the stallion bucked, pumping a flood of cum into her waiting mouth. Most she swallowed, the rest poured from her lips as waste, dripping in long rivulets from her lips and chin.

    The black stallion huffed, exhausted. He lowered his head, flanks heaving and lathered in a growing sheen of sweat. His prick softened, and after several tugs, he managed to extract the head of his cock from Sophie’s aching oral embrace. He trotted to the far side of the stall, eyeing the kneeling girl with suspicion. The sexual release was of course welcome, but why would the normally dominant human girl let her mouth be used like a cunt? It was a puzzle beyond the creature’s ability to comprehend.

    A snap of Maria’s fingers roused Sophie from her trance-like state as she knelt in the stall, cum dripping from her lips. She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall.

    A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row-seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, “the colt” as everyone still called him only sported a twelve inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Maria entered the stall with Sophie, placing a calming hand on the stallion’s neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as the girl’s warm breath caressed it, and he stopped his jostling. He shook himself, shivers of expectation rippling across his furry hide. Sophie obediently dropped to her knees, the fingers of her right hand having just enough reach to wrap almost all the way around his erect shaft.

    Guiding the cock into position, the little redhead parted her sultry lips and brought the prick in line with her mouth. The colt snorted and thrust, forcing the fleshy crown of his quivering cock past Sophie’s waiting lips. The forward lunge continued, driving deeper. Panic crossed the girl’s face and she reached up with her other hand in a desperate attempt to restrain the surging prick. Slippery fingers closed down around the fleshy shaft, but could not halt its progress. Sophie’s eyes bulged in alarm as the knob of the colt’s hard cock plowed through her mouth and then nosed down her throat. The girl issued a strangled gurgle, hands flailing as inch after relentless inch of horse cock slipped into her gullet. With a wet smack, the young stallion’s leathery ball sack met her lips. She desperately tried to shuffle backwards on her knees, but the excited horse was having none of that. He stepped forward in time with the retreating girl, his prick remaining buried full length in her nuzzling lips.

    Her face reddened, nostrils contracting in a desperate attempt to draw into her blocked airway. Tears welled up in her eyes as she flailed. Then she relaxed, discovering she could still draw a bit of precious oxygen down her wind pipe around the embedded cock.

    The stallion drew back slightly on his haunches, flanks quivering with anticipation. At most, a couple of inches of fleshy equine prick retreated from her lips. Then the stallion hammered home. Another slap of flesh on flesh sounded as the girl’s pretty lips once again took the impact of the colt’s nut sack. The redhead’s throat bulged, a visible outline of thick horse cock clearly outlined against the creamy skin. The stallion pulled back again, another short stroke, leaving most of his prick securely planted in the embrace of her throat. He set his rear hooves in a firm stance and then spiked his horse cock back into the lustful fuck tunnel of Sophie’s throat.

    The beast snorted, falling into a merciless driving rhythm. Sophie’s head bobbed, completely under the control of the raging stallion. The muscles in her throat rippled, desperate attempts to swallow creating a clutching, milking action that spurred the stallion to the brink. He pawed the ground with his front hoof and issued a bellow of victorious delight, lunging forward and holding himself buried to hilt. His balls tightened, twisted, and unleashed. Crimson crept up Sophie’s face, perhaps from lack of air, or possibly from the humiliation of feeling the colt’s first blistering eruption of cum rocket down her throat. The horse’s balls pumped relentlessly, ejaculating load after creamy load spraying down her throat. He drew back just a bit, thrust, then thrust again, powerful haunches driving his fleshy piston in a cycling motion. A warm, bubbling feeling filled the girl’s tummy as it began to swell. Sophie’s throat muscles flexed instinctively, greeting each new foaming cum surge with an eager swallowing action. Not a single drop was spilled. Finally the colt’s rampant thrusting turned erratic. He whinnied and pulled out. With a wet pop, his cock knob escaped the embrace of Sophie’s lips, streamers of spit and cum trailing in shimmering strands. With a snort he flopped down in the hay, sides heaving and a look of pure equine satisfaction on his furry face.

    Sophie looked up at Maria, an expression of shock at the sexual violation that had just occurred. The Spanish girl offered no empathy in return. “Your next customer awaits,” she urged impatiently.

    With a sense of resignation, the redhead struggled to her feet. Her tummy issued a growl of complaint, the slippery strands of horse cum in her belly seeming to bubble and churn of their own volition. A friendly nicker greeted the girl as she moved to the next stall. A riding horse, his coat a glistening sheen of pure white, pressed his muzzle over the stall door, hoping for a carrot or some other treat. He was one of Sophie’s riding favorites. And while today there was no carrot, there was indeed a far better treat to come. The stallion turned his head sideways, sniffing with curiosity. The scent of spent sex hung heavy in the air and his cock slipped from its leathery sheath. Without a word of complaint, Sophie unlatched the gate, slipped into the stall, and closed the latch behind her. Trusting black stallion eyes gazed at her, turning his head to watch with interest as the girl dropped to her knees under his firm belly and reached up to wrap delicate fingers around his prick. The shaft twitched, growing harder. Before it swelled to a full erection, Sophie pressed her lips against the fleshy knob, assessing its girth and pondering her options. The stallion seemed midsized for a horse, sporting about a sixteen inch prick that the girl could still enclose the fingers of both hands around. Should she just work the cock knob with her lips and tongue? But the unrestrained explosion of horse cum sure made for an awful mess. How difficult would it be to wash dried equine cum from her hair, she wondered? She could take the cock knob in her mouth, but the overspray from her lips was almost as much of a disaster. But after her rough treatment by the colt, she wasn’t sure she was up for another deep-throat session with an even larger cock.

    As the prick continued to swell, a decision had to be made. She chose the middle ground. “Be gentle, Frost,” she implored, then wrapped her sultry lips around the engorging cock knob, filling her mouth with the crowned head and securely gripping the fleshy shaft with both hands to restrain its deeper penetration down her throat.

    Frost was anything but gentle. As those soft lips enveloped the head of his cock, the beast instinctively did what came naturally when a cock plows into cunt. A commanding flex of his haunches sent the thick cock surging forward, fucking Sophie’s pretty mouth. Her fingers clenched down tight, desperate to slow the powerful thrust. But her slippery grip on that fleshy shaft proved futile. Like the colt, Snowflake’s rigid prick powered relentlessly into her mouth, found the opening to her throat, and plowed on down. The redhead’s eyes opened wide in shock. While the colt’s smaller prick had allowed a precious gap for her to breath, Frost’s significantly larger cock sealed the girl’s windpipe off completely. Her face reddened in panic.

    Fortunately, it was not Frost’s style to short-stroke a pussy. The beast preferred powerful, full-length penetration. He bottomed out in Sophie’s clutching throat, his pale-colored nut sack earning a kiss from her widely splayed lips. Then he pulled back, the length of his rigid shaft sliding out of Sophie’s oral embrace until only the crowned cock knob locked him in place.

    The girl gasped, her petite chest swelling as she sucked in a deep breath. Frost reversed direction, huffing with the effort as contracting haunches sent his massive prick thundering forward. With a wet slurp, sixteen punishing inches of horse meat bored into the waiting tunnel of Sophie’s gaping mouth and throat. The creature drove in to the hilt, ground his haunches to ensure full penetration, and then stroked back out. The redhead gasped again, timing her breath to whatever opportunity the equine happened to allow.

    A rhythmic symphony of sound arose, fleshy slaps and wet squelching, groans of female lust and the steady huffing of Frost’s ragged breaths through his flaring nostrils. The beast’s haunches were a frantic blur of motion, powerful fuck thrusts pistoning his huge cock in and out of the petite redhead’s gaping lips. Sophie’s throat bulged with each full depth insertion, swallowing action clutching eagerly at the throbbing cock. Then the wet withdrawal, sticky fluids oozing from Sophie’s lips as she inhaled a much-needed gasp of air.

    The stallion squealed, an almost human-like scream, then his balls constricted as he lunged in deep. A tsunami of hot cum filled Sophie’s mouth, her taste buds awash in that savory lather of equine discharge. The stallion’s eruption continued as his cock plowed down Sophie’s waiting throat, the frothing spray coating and soothing that tight oral fuck sleeve with a slippery goo. Frost bottomed out, his nut sack snugged up tight against Sophie’s trembling lips. Her tongue lashed on instinct, teasing the underside of that vein-pulsing prick. Frost’s balls contracted again as he pulled back, cum surging to fill the redhead’s empty gullet. She moaned and swallowed, feeling a delightful warming sensation as the seething sperm spilled into her waiting belly. The fountaining cock retreated, the girl’s cheeks bulging as the huge cock knob and the gusher of cum filled her mouth. Sperm dribbled from her lips, bubbling. Then with an animalistic grunt, Frost hammered forward once again, sixteen inches of spewing horse cock burrowing to the hilt into the girl’s face. Frost held himself embedded, flanks heaving with exhaustion. A twitch of his rear haunches signaled another contraction of his balls and Sophie’s tummy swelled a bit more with another prolonged injection of irresistible horse cum.

    Urgently, Sophie pulled back off his cock as her lungs begged for air. Straining her jaw, she uncoupled herself from the stallion’s softening cock shaft, the fleshy cock knob releasing with a soft “pop” from her lips. She gasped for breath, trembling. Frost snorted with satisfaction and stepped away, his deflating cock draining the final dribbles of cum and a liberal coating girl spit.

    Sore, bruised knees protested as Sophie struggled to her feet. One stallion left to service and she would be done. Maria led her to the final stall. The little redhead groaned in dismay. Her experience with the horses of the estate was limited to the light riding equines. The work beasts never came to her attention. “Oh… I don’t know…” the appalled girl protested as the open stall door revealed Grey — a massive draft horse. He towered above any riding horse, and outweighed them two to one. And while his eighteen inches of fully erect cock wasn’t that much more impressive than the other beasts, the girth of the ominous fleshy prick was enormous. Sophie turned pleading eyes towards Maria, hoping for a reprieve. No exception was forthcoming in the Spanish girl’s unwavering gaze. Sophie sighed with resignation and dropped to her knees under the stallion’s wide bulk.

    Grey’s tail lashed with anticipation. Sophie raised trembling hands to take control of the beast’s throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grape fruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion’s cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Sophie’s soupy-wet loins.

    Forcing that huge cock knob into her mouth was an obviously impossible task. So Sophie pressed her lips onto the flared, fleshy tip, applying wet kisses and a wriggling tongue to pleasure the beast. Her delicate fingers skimmed down the length of the meaty shank, then back up. Grey’s flanks shivered with delight. The little redhead’s flickering tongue worked her way around to the very tip of the throbbing prick, lavishing love and a generous coating of saliva. A thick ooze of precum oozed from the tip and the girl greedily lapped it up, lips smacking at the salty treat. A tantalizing fleshy opening beckoned at the business end of the massive dick. Sophie stiffened her tongue and wriggled the tip, digging into that fleshy nook, working to tease another yummy discharge of precum out for her enjoyment. Grey snorted, ears laying back as his eyes went wide. The girl’s squirming tongue squeezed in further, delivering erotic pleasures to the tender flesh inside the stallion’s cock knob. His balls twitched, signaling their approval approving of the obscene stimulation. Sophie’s skilled hands rubbed lovingly down the shaft, back up, then down again. Exploring fingers clutched the stallion’s balls and his haunches trembled in nervous but eager response.

    Intimately questing digits roamed further, slithering up to the top of the beast’s nut sack. Index and middle fingers of both hands crept upward, rubbing lightly on the crinkled fleshy pucker of Grey’s equine anus. He reared his head, nickering. The stallion had never received anal stimulation from a girl before, but found the sensation much to his liking.

    At the other end of that huge cock, the girl’s lips continued to nuzzle the sensitive flesh of the cock knob as her relentlessly burrowing tongue wriggled ever so delightfully inside the tight opening of the penis. Grey snorted and shuffled his rear hooves, instinctively checking his traction as his stance widened. A shudder of anticipation rippled through his nut sack. But it was Sophie’s four fingers, stiffened and fucked up the stallion’s asshole that spurred the draft horse over the edge. He raised his head and brayed, powerful muscles in his trembling haunches contracting as he lunged. Sophie’s fingers slipped from the stallion’s anus as the barnyard beast’s balls erupted. The girl’s fingers clamped down tight around the horse’s cock shaft as it swelled with an onrush of cum. She stroked down the length of the prick, riding the wave. A thunderous, seething storm of equine cum hosed from his prick, the pressure driving Sophie’s lips off the cock knob. Unrestrained, the raging torrent of sperm roared into her open mouth, then arched upward, plastering her pretty face. She swallowed eagerly, then opened her lips as the hot, sticky deluge continued unabated.

    Grey snorted. His balls sagged, twitched as if reloading, then contracted again. Sophie mewled with delight, feeling the massive cock once again swell in her grasp. Straining, she levered the huge prick downward and arched her back, presenting the creamy top of her upthrust little titties as a target. She flinched then moaned, eyes rolling in her head as a prolonged spray of horse semen drenched her petite chest with a steamy, dripping lather. Cum ran down her chest in sticky sheets and streams, dripping heavily to puddle on the floor. Sophie stroked back and the stallion’s cock. His balls cycled yet again and she squealed, dragging her firm grip forward, milking the next surge of cum. Giving the stallion’s throbbing erection free rein, it bobbed higher and she pressed her open mouth on the end of the shaft just as the next powerful sperm jet blasted. The overwhelming volume flared her cheeks, with overflow cascading from her lips. But much of the savory cum fountain roared down Sophie’s throat. She swallowed eagerly, driven by a perverse need and hunger.

    The stallion pulled back, sides heaving. Sophie’s hands skimmed down his cock, teasing a final contraction from his balls. He thrust, his back arching with the effort. Cum launched, airborne, then splattered into the open cavern of Sophie’s waiting mouth. The beast’s prick shivered with pleasure, bending upwards. The prolonged cum geyser traced up Sophie’s face, plastering her left cheek and eye with a generous coating, then across her forehead to thoroughly drench the soft tresses of her alluring red hair.

    Finally spent, the stallion shivered, his rear legs threatening to buckle with exhaustion. Sophie let his softening prick slip from her fingers, dangling, trailing strands of gooey cum. Slowly the beast stepped away, nuzzling Sophie’s ear in passing in thanks for a job well done. Heavy hooves plodded as he retreated to the far side of the stall, huffing for breath.

    Weary-eyed, Sophie looked up at Maria, knowing any attempt to wipe away the layers of drying horse cum would be a futile effort. The ravished girl struggled to rise to her feet. Her tummy lurched in an unsettling churning motion, protesting the swollen bulge of sloshing semen in her guts. An involuntary gagging reflex rose in her throat. Maria took a few prudent steps in retreat. The redhead swallowed hard, grimacing as she struggled to keep her stomach contents under control. The effort proved to no avail. Her gut muscles contracted. With a violent surge, a huge quantity of horse cum rose in her throat. She clenched her teeth, fighting the inevitable. Then with a grunt, a frothing torrent of spent equine cum erupted from her mouth, splattering in a huge puddle on the ground before her. Sophie collapsed forward onto her hands and knees. Her tummy rebelled again, heaving up another foaming explosion of swirling white fluid. She groaned, streamers of cum and spit trailing down from her slack lips, dripping into the spreading, oozing puddle. She moaned in self-pitying dismay as another upheaval gushed out, then another, her stomach muscles cramping with the effort. Finally her guts were purged and reduced to gagging and dry heaves. On her hands and knees, she panted, wiping the drips and dribble from her lips with the back of her hand.

    On unsteady legs she rose gazing at Maria for approval. The Spanish girl’s poker face gave away no clues. “So… now we’re friends again?” Sophie inquired in an exhausted but hopeful tone.

    “Absolutely not,” Maria assured her.

    Sophie’s glimmer of hope crumbled. “But you promised! You said if I blew all those horses, we could be friends…”

    I said no such thing,” Maria countered. “I still do not trust you.”

    “What… what can I do?” Sophie wailed in desperation. “Please, tell me what you want!”

    “I honestly don’t know,” Maria answered, bearing a thoughtful expression.

    Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes and she began to sob.

    “You tell me,” Maria offered. “You tell me what you could ever do to show me you have learned humility.”

    The little redhead pondered, tears still running down her cheeks. Nothing came to mind, and maybe Maria had a point. Maybe she was a hopeless case. A thought leapt unbidden to her mind and Sophie grasped onto it in desperation as Maria turned and walked away.

    “I… I could fuck a horse,” the little redhead offered, sniffing piteously.

    Maria paused, then turned back.

    “Just one horse though…” Sophie bargained desperately. “Not all five. Please… I can’t do all five.”

    Maria smiled. What a wonderfully degrading act the spunky girl had proposed. Such an act of ultimate humiliation might just serve to finally break the little filly of her overblown sense of superiority. “I can pick the horse?” Maria inquired. Sophie paused, then agreed, relying on the servant girl to show a hint of mercy. The Spanish girl mulled it over as the redhead waited with baited breath.

    “You’ll fuck the draft horse.”

    “Grey? The huge one?” Sophie gasped in horror. Maria nodded firmly, offering no negotiation.

    Sophie’s jaw went slack, wondering how the girl could be so cruel. A lump of fear formed in her throat and her vision once more clouded with the onset of tears. Maria waited, patience dwindling. “F… fine. Yes… I’ll fuck Grey. And… and then you’ll forgive me? We can be friends again?” she blubbered.

    “Up the ass…” Maria added, “…just like you did me.” Sophie’s eyes grew wide as her lips quivered, resisting the urge to protest. “Grey the draft horse fucks you up the ass, and blows his load of cum. THEN you are forgiven,” Maria articulated forcefully, like a judge handing down a verdict in a trial.

    Sophie felt as if she were signing a contract with the devil. “Now?” she asked with a fearful quiver of defeat. Maria sniffed in distain. “Ugh. No. You’re a hot mess. I want you bathed and dressed up nice. We’ll meet here again tomorrow morning.

    “Maria…” Sophie pleaded as the Spanish girl turned her back. The girl paused, not turning. “Could you… Could you at least draw me a bath so I can clean up?”

    Maria snorted with distain as she walked away. “There’s a horse watering trough behind the barn. Use that, for all I care. Until tomorrow, do not talk to me.”

    … The next morning, Sophie had done her best to make herself presentable. It turned out dried horse cum was more difficult to scour from her pretty red hair than she imagined and her normally bouncy tresses still had a bit of a dull and matted appearance. She made do by braiding her stiffened, stubborn locks into a pair of pigtails, adding pretty floral bows.

    She drew on white silk stockings tied to garter belts. She thoughtfully fingered a pair of lacy blue panties, but then realized those would just get in the way of the planned activity. A pleated summer dress with the hem scandalously close to the knee swished appealingly as she turned her hips. A tightly tied, low-cut bodice made the most of her small but perky breasts, putting creamy flesh and cleavage on display.

    She chose a pair of glossy black, mid-calf riding boots, which seemed appropriate for the occasion. A dab of rouge on the cheeks and a spray of lilac perfume completed the look. She glanced at herself in the mirror. The image that looked back seemed very little “Baron’s daughter,” and much more “tavern tart”. But since the end result was going to be a huge horse cock up the ass, perhaps cosmetic details were of no great concern. Feeling entirely self conscious, she slunk through the back passages of the mansion, making her way to her destination and destiny by a roundabout route.

    Maria waited outside the stables, leaning against the wall near the door. “You look pretty,” she offered in a casual tone as Sophie approached.

    The redhead smiled shyly. “Thank you, I… uh…” she began, nervously fumbling for words befitting of the situation. But Maria simply turned and entered through the stable door. Sophie gave an anxious glance around, then ducked in behind her.

    “Miss Sophie!” an excited voice called from a distance within the stable. “Oh, I am forever in your debt! I can’t thank you enough for the day off you granted me yesterday. My mother is ailing, you see, and with my time off work I was able to take her to a doctor. He prescribed some herbs and already she is feeling somewhat better! And with your generous extra day’s wages, I was able to pay for the doctor and the medicine. Thank you so very much!”

    Standing next to Maria, Sophie recognized the stable hand from yesterday. “Ah… yes… so happy that worked out for the best… …”

    “Felipe…” Maria hissed under her breath.

    “Filipe!” Sophie continued. “Always a pleasure to help, Filipe.”

    An awkward silence descended as the two girls and the young man looked at one another. “Aren’t you going to send him away again?” Sophie whispered.

    Maria turned away from Filipe and Sophie followed, heads close together as the servant girl whispered in a conspiratorial hushed tone. “If you send him away again without an explanation, he may grow suspicious. He may even lurk to learn your secrets. Or, you could see that you have the budding seedling of a friendship. Perhaps better to give him some important task to keep him busy. Treat him with respect instead of stepping on him like a serf. Maybe he might prove himself useful in the future.”

    Sophie paused thoughtfully as she absorbed the lesson. “And how do I do that?” she asked.

    Maria rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to him… like a friend. You’ll think of something.”

    The redhead nodded nervously, summoning her courage. Used to shouting orders, being polite was a frightening new endeavor. Swallowing, she clenched and unclenched her fists as she turned, heart pounding as she approached the stable hand. “Um… Filipe… I was wondering. I… well, you see, I am in need of a favor…

    Maria waited at a distance as the Baron’s daughter and Filipe conversed. Sophie whispered to the stable hand as he placed his ear close to her lips. His eyes grew wider with every added detail. Finally he pulled away, a stunned expression on his face. “I swear it, Miss Sophie! I shall not breathe a word to a single soul!” he promised, adopting a solemn look.

    “Filipe has agreed to help us!” Sophie exclaimed as she turned back to Maria.

    The Spanish girl blinked in disbelief. “I didn’t mean for you to invite him,” she muttered under her breath. But the damage was done. If Sophie chose to have an audience for her horse fucking, then who was a humble servant girl to argue with the Baron’s daughter?

    Once the initial shock wore off, Filipe enthusiastically offered suggestions. He proved himself a useful asset as the trio pondered the mechanics of how a stallion might safely mount a girl.

    “We have a special stall, just for mating,” the stable hand explained, leading the two girls to the far end of the barn. He pointed out a stout wooden beam about head-high, spanning the stall. The thick timber was wrapped in numerous layers of blankets. “The stallion rears up on here, you see,” he explained, tapping his hand against the beam. The blankets provide padding for his front legs. The filly, she is positioned here, underneath. The beam takes most of the stallion’s weight off the mare, as he is very heavy.”

    “And what of those metal rings set in the floor?” Maria inquired.

    “Ah!” Filipe replied. “Yes, you see, some of the female horses are skittish. If they attempt to flee during the coupling, they might be injured. So we use ropes through the rings to restrain them.”

    “Those will be handy,” Maria replied with approval, nudging one of the heavy rings with her toe.

    “I will not be restrained like some barnyard animal!” Sophie huffed indignantly.

    “Oh, you’re absolutely skittish,” Maria assured her. “You will be restrained.”

    Sophie folded her arms across her chest, pouting with a sour expression.

    “Now Miss Sophie is shorter than a horse, you know… here,” Filipe gestured, holding his hand about loin high. She will need something to stand upon. He ducked out of the stall and quickly returned, carrying two large sacks of grain, one under each arm. He laid them on the floor, providing a slightly elevated perch. Sophie stepped up, finding the footing secure.

    Filipe offered up several leather reins. “Ties. For the feet,” he explained, wrapping one of the leather straps several times around Sophie’s right boot, then cinching the ends tight through two steel rings in the floor.

    “Spread those legs. This is no time to be lady-like,” Maria insisted as Filipe began to secure the redhead’s left boot. Sophie obediently widened her stance and Filipe lashed down the straps. The girl tested the restraints with straining legs, finding the bindings had no stretch or slip.

    “Now you reach out and hold onto the beam,” Filipe suggested, offering a helping hand of support as Sophie complied, bending at the waist and leaning forward. Her pert little rump pressed up and back, presented in an alluring manner.

    “Tie her hands to the beam,” Maria demanded over Sophie’s protests and Filipe deftly applied more leather straps to the task.

    “There!” Maria announced with a look of satisfaction. Aren’t you just trussed up nice and pretty?” She reached down and tugged up the hem of Sophie’s skirt, draping it across her back. Filipe’s eyes traversed the enticing sight, wandering from Sophie’s black boots, up her shapely stocking-clad legs. His gaze lingered on the lacy garter belts around her otherwise naked thighs, then proceeded upward, his heart racing as he took in the luscious image of the little redhead’s firm, naked rump.

    Sophie was suddenly overcome with doubts. “I… ah… I don’t want to do this!” she exclaimed. “Please… can we do some other punishment?”

    Maria pulled a short leather riding crop off a hook on the wall. She slapped the flexible tip into the palm of her hand with a sharp SNAP! Sophie flinched at the sound. “Perhaps you just need additional motivation,” Maria offered, lightly dragging the leather tip across Sophie’s naked ass cheek.

    The girl shivered, goose bumps rising on her flesh. “No… please don’t,” she whimpered. She attempted to move away from the delicate touch of the riding crop as if it were a red hot poker, but her restrained feet and hands allowed only limited range of motion.

    “Are you sure?” Maria inquired. The riding crop eased between Sophie’s open ass cheeks, teasing the wrinkled pucker of the redhead’s tight little anus. “So much tender flesh to explore… Imagine what the lash of a whip could do in such intimate places…”

    Sophie paled. “God… no… please! I’ll do the horse… like I promised!”

    “Ummm… as you wish,” Maria replied, sounding disappointed. “Perhaps we will revisit the riding crop some other time.” With a final tickle of the leather tip on Sophie’s trembling rectal pucker, she withdrew the whip and hung it back on the wall. Sophie sagged in her restraints, breathing a sigh of relief.

    The Spanish girl turned to Filipe. “You heard the Baron’s daughter, stable hand. She requests her stallion.”

    “Yes, of course!” Filipe replied with a grin. “I assumed the colt?”

    “Oh no,” Maria corrected. “Miss Sophie wants the draft horse, Grey.”

    Filipe’s eyes grew wide. “Ah… You are certain? The draft horse, he is… muy grande… very large!” The stable hand gestured with his hands, demonstrating the length and girth. “The colt may be more to Miss Sophie’s… preferences?”

    Maria shrugged indifferently. “If the Baron’s daughter would like both, we can accommodate her. Miss Sophie, would you like the COLT AND the draft horse?”

    “NO!” Sophie snapped in protest. “Only Grey! That’s all I agreed to!”

    “You see?” Maria asked as she turned to Filipe. “The lady wants what she wants.”

    “Aye-yai-yai,” Felipe muttered, shaking his head. But he hurried off and soon returned, the massive draft horse trailing obediently behind him on a lead.

    “He is a big boy, isn’t he?” Maria exclaimed. Sophie strained to cast a worried look behind her, fighting against her bindings.

    “Almost a full two-thousand pounds,” Filipe replied proudly. “There has never been a cart or plow he couldn’t haul.”

    “Well, we shall put his plowing skills to the test then,” Maria smirked.

    Grey flicked his ears, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed. The two girls from yesterday had returned to the stable, and the scent of wet pussy hung in the air. He shook his head and snorted, eyes widening as his limp cock began to slip from its leathery sheath. Hope arose in his equine heart that maybe the little redhead was going to put her lips and hands to good use again…

    “Up!” Filipe commanded, giving the lead rope a tug.

    Grey tilted his massive furry head, confused. There was no filly waiting for him. There was only the girl in the normal place of the female horse, bent over, her tight little naked pussy swaying… Suddenly understanding clicked in his equine mind! Could girls be fucked from either end? What an intriguing notion! His cock began to harden. He neighed with delight and reared up, draping his front legs over the padded wooden beam. The walls of the stall shuddered under the impact of the massive beast, dust filtering down from the rafters. He jostled his rear hooves, moving into position. His massive cock bobbed higher, stiffening as he found himself in the familiar position of mounting an eager mare.

    Maria moved to the side of the huge equine, tentatively reaching out to guide the stallion’s cock into place. Grey beat her to the punch, lunging forward. Sophie howled as the first six inches of that enormous cock rod plunged into her sweet little cunt without a hint of warning. The stallion drew back and thrust again, forcing a grunt from the girl’s lips. Ten inches of throbbing prick plowed deep, stretching the girl’s pussy with its massive girth.

    “Grey! No! Bad horse!” Maria protested, pushing back against the stallion’s furry haunch. Confused, the beast thrust again, boring another three inches deeper into that juicy twat. Sophie gasped, eyes wide, panting in shock.

    The Spanish girl pushed back hard, cursing. Her petite body couldn’t move the stallion physically, but the huge draft horse had spent a lifetime in subservience. He wasn’t sure why, but he got the sense he was doing something wrong. He snorted in annoyance, but then complied, drawing back on his haunches and jostling his rear hooves as he moved in reverse. With a wet POP! his gigantic cock knob pulled free of Sophie’s steamy pussy, leaving her vaginal fuck sleeve gaping. A shimmering coating of slippery twat juice coated the first half of his prick, which was sure to prove useful in a moment…

    Grey shuffled his hooves, unsure what was expected. Maria knelt down and reached under his belly, wrapping the fingers of both hands around the monstrosity of his throbbing cock. Sensing guidance was at hand, Grey calmed, adjusted his stance, and waited. Maria angled his prick up just a bit. The stallion tentatively eased forward, the flared knob of his dick easing into warm embrace of Sophie’s parted rump cheeks. The slippery prick skittered up and down in the inviting cleft of the girl’s ass as Maria bit her lower lip, concentrating as she maneuvered the stubborn prick to find the target.

    With a helpful wriggle from Sophie’s hips, the huge prick settled into the inviting dimple of her ass, the crinkled flesh of her rectal pucker bestowing an intimate kiss on the stallion’s pulsing cock knob.

    Maria gave a worried look at the enormous prick, gauging its still swelling size with the embrace of her fingers. The cock wasn’t yet at full flag, but the erection was firming quickly. Hopefully there was still enough give in the spongy cock to squeeze into Sophie’s tight and tiny shitter. The Spanish girl released her grip on the fleshy shank and applied her fingers to tugging Sophie’s ass cheeks wider.

    Feeling free rein given, Grey began to push. At first the resistance seemed impossible. Was there even a hole here to be fucked? But then the fleshy portal of Sophie’s cute little rectum trembled and began to pucker back and forth. Grey shifted one rear hoof slightly forward. From experience towing many a heavy cart, the draft horse knew progress was first measured in scant inches.

    Sophie squealed, feeling her clenched anus strain.

    Grey’s other rear hoof slid forward just an inch, finding traction on the barn floor. His cock bent into a fleshy bow, pent up energy building.

    Sophie sobbed, feeling her physical and moral resistance falter. Her naked hips rolled in a sensuous circular motion, grinding as she pushed back against the stallion’s unrelenting pressure. The flared crown of his prick folded back as the girl’s trembling rectal gateway blossomed open. The very tip of the horse cock slipped inside, establishing a victorious foothold.

    A lustful howl escaped the redhead’s lips as the stallion’s cock suddenly sprung straight. The huge knob of his cock thrust forward as her anus gave up the fight. Four inches of vein-pulsing prick spiked into her butt and she sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.

    Maria swallowed nervously, gazing in shock at Sophie’s obscenely stretched anal orifice. The soft, crinkled flesh trembled, splayed wide around the massive girth of the stallion’s cock. A feeling of remorse came over her. The Baron’s spoiled daughter was sorely in need of a lesson in humility, but perhaps this had gone too far.

    “Horses normally cum quickly, do they not?” the servant girl asked Filipe.

    “Oh, yes,” the stable hand assured her. “They may last ten strokes at best and then they’re done.” Maria breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Sophie’s ordeal, however brutal, would come to a fast conclusion.

    “…Unless they’ve been drained recently,” Filipe continued. “We rarely breed the stallions, so when they get their chance, they’re in and done. But if they’ve been drained in the past day or so, their stamina increases.”

    “Oh… ummm… so how long could a stallion last, before he… you know… If he had sex the day before?” Maria inquired, attempting to sound entirely casual. Given that Sophie had sucked this same stallion down to the dregs just yesterday, it seemed a pertinent question.

    Filipe pondered, racking his memory. “Couldn’t say for sure, but might be thirty minutes, probably more. A stallion is an absolutely relentless sex beast once that initial nervous energy has been tapped.”

    “Ah… interesting…” Maria replied, casting a concerned glance at Sophie.

    The girl had clearly overheard. She thrashed against her bindings, desperate to escape. “NO!” she shrieked, arms and legs straining as she fought to break free. With a whimper of defeat, she sagged, blubbering as fear took control. Her bladder released, uncontrollably cascading a shower of golden pee splattering from her pussy. The stallion took the girl’s energetic squirming as a clear sign of enthusiasm and thrust his haunches. Tight sphincter muscles clenched and resisted, but nonetheless, another two inches of horse cock pressed into the steamy clutches of her asshole.

    Grey paused, savoring the sensation of Sophie’s tight shitter squeezing down on his now fully rigid cock. He drew back on his haunches and lunged. Sophie wailed in protest, but instinctively her back bowed downward into a curve, pressing her rump up higher, giving the stallion better access. His furry flanks rippled with muscular spasms and he snorted.

    Maria stood up and backed a pace away, sensing the stallion’s nervous energy increase. Despite her touch of sympathy for Sophie, there was nothing to be done at this point but ride it out. She lightly slapped Grey on his haunch. “Go on boy, give it to her,” she urged.

    The beast pulled back, all but his fat cock knob pulling free of Sophie’s rectal pucker. She squirmed uncomfortably, muscles tensed as she once more tested the strength of her restraints. But when Grey unleashed the poised muscles of his haunches and thrust forward, the girl mewled and bucked her naked hips back to meet him. Burning friction blazed in her bowels as the plundering horse cock once more ground to a halt. Eleven inches of the throbbing shaft were buried, veins pulsing with the powerful beats of his heart. Sophie sobbed and thrust her hip in short, rapid twitches, wriggling delightfully as she reached the limits of her bonds. She deemed the effort a success as another inch of Grey’s enormous prick squeezed its way by fractions of an inch up her rectum.

    Twelve inches of anal penetration were enough to satisfy the stallion — for the moment. He drew back, a lewd, wet sucking noise arising. He jiggled his powerful haunches and plowed forward. Sophie bawled, a mixture of pain and delight. Twelve inches of slippery horse cock bored into Sophie’s waiting butthole, and another inch, just for good measure. An anal orgasm quivered, then erupted. She issued a lustful squeal of delight, her bowels clenching down and rippling along the length of the stallion’s buried cock. Her naked thighs shuddered and an ooze of cunt cream seeped from the folds of her pink pussy, trailing down her thighs. The draft horse held himself steady as the girl writhed through her orgasmic fit. Then as she calmed, panting desperately, he once more drew back on his cock and readied himself for yet another thrust.

    Maria stepped away, sensing her assistance was no longer required. She joined Filipe by the gate to the stall as the pair watched the obscene coupling of girl and stallion. Filipe’s hand wavered, then dared to alight on Maria’s hip. Entranced by the lurid display of bestiality, she didn’t think to rebuke him. Emboldened, his hand slid higher, cupping the side of her breast through her dress. She gasped, arching her back as his lips nuzzled her ear and neck. Fingers groped in desperation, clutching, rubbing. Buttons were fumbled loose and the hem of the skirt was lifted. Maria turned away, grinding her exposed ass cheeks against his bulging trousers. . She braced herself against the gate, breathing raggedly. “Do me,” she hissed in desperation, watching Sophie couple with the stallion. “Do me up the ass, just like that little slut!” She quivered as the full stroke of the stable hand’s long, hard cock fulfilled her wanton anal urges.

    Sophie groaned, a thin trail of drool trailing unheeded from her slack lips. The stallion was relentless, launching thrust after powerful cock thrust up her ass. Every stroke added another fraction of inch of penetration into her protesting bowels. She felt her tummy swell with each new insertion, a bulge in the outline of the stallion’s cock distending her taut skin. She quivered as yet another orgasm struck, the spasms almost continuous, back to back as her cunt and asshole shivered in waves of numbing pleasure. A wet smack of flesh against her naked rear sounded. Through her mental fog, the girl had a vague sense that the stallion had finally bottomed out, his huge balls slapping against her naked rump cheeks, deforming their firm, rounded shape. The natural lubrication from Grey’s oozing precum served to ease his thunderous passage back and forth in her plundered anus. But a seething heat of friction hinted that she might not be sitting comfortably for the next week.

    Barely registering, lustful grunts of pleasure reached her ears from somewhere behind her — presumably Maria and the stable hand engaged in some form of carnal gratification.

    Grey snorted, his sides heaving desperately for breath. The lather of perspiration glistened and he looked like a beast that had been ridden hard. Of course today, it was the beast performing the hard riding, as the sweat-covered girl beneath him could happily attest. He stroked furiously, again and again, anally reaming the squirming little beauty with merciless full-length strokes. She mewled and squealed again, insatiable in her butt-fuck lust. The beast’s heart hammered in his chest as exhaustion finally began to set in. Feeling the urge to cross the finish line, the equine summoned a final surge of energy and really put it to the little wench with hard, full-length thrusts. Her teeth chattered in response to the endless pounding and she squirmed, savoring every stroke

    His balls trembled in warning. He thrust deep, pressing sweaty haunches against naked rump flesh and brayed as his nut sack contorted in a powerful spasm. Sophie squealed with gleeful anticipation as she felt his cock swell to an even larger girth. A volcanic eruption of stallion cum thundered down the length of his quivering prick, blasting like a cannon into the girl’s guts. Her squeal transformed to a howl of lust as she bucked and thrashed. The stallion drew back and hammered home, launching another cascade of frothing sperm deep into her well-fucked bowels. Her sphincter muscles rippled, clutching, embracing that spewing cock shaft and milking out every drop. Another aching spasm of the beast’s balls unleashed another flood, distending Sophie’s tummy with a foaming enema of equine sperm. She cooed with delight, feeling her belly bulge like a proud, expectant mother.

    Finally, with a final rectal thrust and splurge of cum, the stallion was drained dry. Still fully embedded in the girl’s plundered shitter, he clung desperately to the padded beam with his front legs, huffing to pull breath into his agonized lungs. Slobber dripped from his muzzle, down into her hair. Girl and stallion stayed coupled as the minutes passed, savoring the post-orgasmic reverie. Finally Grey’s cock began to soften. With a weak nicker, he shuffled his rear hooves in reverse, backing out of Sophie’s wrecked little shit box. She groaned, feeling her guts shift back into normal position as they were deprived of the massive cock shaft. With a wet “plop!” Grey’s prick escaped the greedy clutches of Sophie’s rectum. The once tight little pucker gaped like a pink cavern, a flood of stallion sperm pouring out. She whimpered, feeling hard used.

    Maria and Filipe had long since completed their carnal coupling. Her dress was back in place and his trousers had been refitted. The only evidence of their misdeeds was Maria’s tussled hair and glowing expression of contentment, and of course the steady trickle of warm cum leaking from her ass. Filipe wore a grin of cock-sure accomplishment, walking with a newfound strut.

    As the stallion backed away in exhaustion, Maria and Sophie moved to untether Sophie from her restraints. Freed from her bonds, she collapsed forward into Filipe’s waiting arms and he lowered her gently to the stable floor. She curled into a fetal position, giggling mindlessly as her partners in crime looked on with helpless concern. Finally the girl regained her senses, struggling to her feet and modestly pulling her dress back down to restore some sense of dignity.

    Sophie gazed into Maria’s eyes with a reverent sense of love. The girl had been ruthlessly and thoroughly ass-fucked, and instinctively sensed that no future performance could ever match this virginal first-time. Unable to emotionally bond with the stallion that had actually done the deed, she transferred her emotions onto the person ultimately responsible. Maria saw the longing gaze and felt the emotional draw. They embraced, kissing passionately as Filipe stood to the side, feeling awkward and left out.

    Finally the girls broke apart. Maria turned to Filipe. “Not a word breathed to anyone, if you ever want to play with us again,” she warned sternly, pointing a finger in his face for emphasis. Filipe backed a submissive step in reverse and held up his hand as if silently swearing a solemn promise. Then he crossed his heart and made a motion of locking his lips with an invisible key and tossing it aside. Satisfied, Maria put her arms around Sophie and slowly escorted the worn out girl back to her chambers while Filipe was left to tidy up the stable.

    The steamy days of summer turned to fall. Sophie’s transformation seemed complete, much to the relief of the Baron and the estate employees. Having served as an obedient oral and anal cum dumpster for half a herd of horses, the once haughty Baron’s daughter had her sense of superiority shaken. Not only polite, but actually likeable, Sophie had blossomed from a destructive force to a genuinely pleasant young lady, forming friendships with many of the staff. And her bond with Maria was stronger than ever as the pair was now inseparable.

    Traversing down the grand staircase on a fine fall morning, the girls passed the head cook. “Doris, thank you for that wonderful breakfast earlier,” Sophie exclaimed. “The strawberries and sweetbreads were a work of art!”

    “Thank-you Miss Sophie!” the woman glowed with pride. “So glad you enjoyed it.”

    Stepping out into the courtyard, Sophie and Maria were almost run down by a lad rushing by with an armload of firewood. A few sticks of kindling slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. Sophie stooped to pick them up.

    “A thousand pardons, Miss Sophie!” the boy exclaimed.

    “No worries, Orlando,” the redhead assured him, crouching down next to him as she added the kindling back onto his stack of wood. “Don’t look now,” she whispered, but that cute daughter of the gardener has her eye on you again.”

    “Where?” Orlando replied, starting to turn his head.

    Sophie placed a finger under the boy’s chin and turned him back to face her. “Behind you, across the courtyard. Don’t look, you’ll spook her away,” she warned.

    “She’s not interested,” the boy said sadly, his eyes downcast. “She never wants to talk to me.”

    “Perhaps we can motivate her,” Sophie offered in an undertone. “Oh, MY!” she exclaimed, loud enough for her voice to carry across the courtyard. “Such muscles you have, Orlando!” She ran her fingers over the boy’s bicep with an admiring gaze. “You’re growing into every bit of a fine strapping young man, carrying all that wood. You’re a handsome character, you know!” She stood up, then leaned down to plant a kiss on the boy’s cheek.

    He blushed, reaching up to run his fingers over the spot where her lips had lingered. “What’s she doing now?” He inquired, wide-eyed, in a hushed tone.

    Sophie cast a discrete glance across the courtyard. “Oh, she’s fit to be tied. You should see her jealous look,” she whispered with a grin. “I bet she’s in a mood for you to chat her up now. Off with you, and good luck.”

    “Thank you,” Orlando mouthed silently, then hurried off with his load of wood.

    Sophie and Maria moved, on, through the courtyard, back inside, down a hall, then left through a doorway.

    “Good morning, Miss Sophie!” called the elderly clerk in greeting, wincing as he rose from his desk.

    “That knee still bothering you, Andre?” Sophie inquired with a worried look on her face.

    “Ah… a touch of the gout, nothing to be done, I’m afraid,” the man replied. “The price one pays for reaching old age.”

    Sophie gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “The Baron has summoned Maria and myself. Is now a good time, or is he busy?”

    “Yes, yes, of course, go right in,” Andre invited, opening the heavy door to the Baron’s office.

    “There she is!” the Baron beamed as Sophie and Maria entered. “How’s my girl?”

    “Wonderful, Daddy,” Sophie replied. “How may I be of service?”

    “The fall season is upon us. We should host a society ball, but I haven’t the time to see to the details. Could I impose on you?”

    “Of course, Father, I would be delighted! Maria and I will see to it that it is the talk of the town!”

    “Excellent, excellent,” the Baron replied, gesturing towards the door. “Andre can give you more information.”

    “And Maria, a moment of your time, please,” the Baron requested as the girls turned to leave. Sophie nodded at the Spanish girl and took her leave. Maria turned back to the Baron, an inquisitive look upon her face.

    “You’ve worked wonders with Sophie! She is a completely changed person. Ah… the sense of calm that we now enjoy…” the Baron exclaimed after the office door had closed behind his departing daughter. “You must tell me your secret of how you finally tamed the little hellcat!”

    “She simply needed a friend,” the Maria explained, struggling to keep a grin from creeping to her lips. That seemed the more prudent answer than informing the Baron that what had finally brought his spoiled daughter to heel was a good, hard horse fucking.

    “Well, we are all in your debt,” the Baron assured the Spanish girl.

    Leaving the Baron’s office, Maria hurried to catch with redhead. “So what are our plans for the day?” she inquired.

    “We must start planning for the ball,” Sophie replied. “But first, I believe we should pay a visit to the stable.”

    “Oh?” Maria replied, cocking an intrigued eyebrow. “And will we be riding… or will we be… ridden?”

    Sophie paused. “It is your birthday today, is it not?” she inquired. Maria nodded. “Well then,” Sophie proclaimed cheerfully, “I leave the choice to you.”

    Maria giggled. “Hmmm…. Why not both?”

    Which was of course a wonderful suggestion.


  • A Surprise Thank You 3

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    Lisa is Dans step-daughter, she has been providing him with sexual favours as a ‘thank you’ for his help sorting out her deceased husbands estate. This is the third story in a series.

    Jeff, Dan, Allison and Lisa left the cafe together and walked about a block away to Jeff’s apartment. As they walked they chatted about the adult dating website which had been their first contact meet. Jeff said he thought Dan and Lisa’s fuck online was one of the horniest he had seen, her body was magnificent and he was looking forward to fucking her soon.

    Allison poked him in the ribs and feigned hurt as she asked what about our play in your car just now. He smiled, grabbed her bum firmly saying like daughter like mother, you are a totally horny woman, who I’m also looking forward to fucking long and lovingly. Okay then he said, my apartment is in this block here on the 23rd floor. Let’s get inside and into the action.

    In the lift Allison asked if they would be recording and broadcasting their activity, and what combinations they all wanted. Jeff said yes we will broadcast it all, and post a video clip for users later. Dan said that was great as there were literally hundreds of website members messaging him asking for more shows online. As for Allison’s combination’s question Dan said why don’t we let Allison and Lisa do a girl-on-girl show first, then us guys can join in and fuck both women, in all three holes if they want.

    Allison and Lisa objected immediately, querying why Dan felt they would enjoy doing a lesbian show. He said, the two girls had not been very discrete in the sexual games they played at home, he had been listening and watching them together for months now. Wow, this week has been lots of surprise revelations Lisa said. She added that her and Allison had been enjoying lesbian sex for years now, and have previously broadcast their action online. They didn’t think that Dan knew.

    Both Dan and Jeff admitted that they had seen their broadcasts and video recordings. They felt the women seemed to know how to satisfy each other and do so in a way that was exciting for viewers online. Great the girls agreed, we will play first, as you guys watch and masturbate together.

    Striped naked, camcorder running and logged into the adult website, the girls moved into scene and welcomed viewers. The guys sat on the couch with their flaccid cocks in hand looking on at the girls. Member comments began hitting the site account with many urging the girls to get started. Lisa said to the camera, that she was there with her mother, step-father and new male friend who had been ***********ed from the website. She challenged viewers to make bids to have sex with her and Allison, all offers will be considered.

    Dan and Jeff were surprised by this adlibing by Lisa, but readily affirmed on camera, that members could get a night with the girls if they put in a strong proposal online. Jeff patted Dan on the leg saying he hoped Dan was in agreement. Dan jumped but took Jeff’s hand on his leg and moved it down towards his now semi-erect cock. He also said to the camera that the offer was there if members wanted to be involved.

    The girls began their show by kissing each other deeply and fondling each others breasts. Both could feel their sexual excitement building and suckled each others nipples. The guys watched on in awe at how polished the girls show seemed. Dan had moved Jeff’s hand down onto his cock and was slowly humping into his hand. Jeff looked askance to Dan got his agreement and bent towards his cock and pulled it into his mouth.

    The website was pinging with in coming comments urging the four to go further and fuck each other. Lisa gasped as she noticed one of the comments from a couple who were social friends of hers. Well she thought ‘in for a penny in for a pound eh’ and she moved to gently lick the length of her mothers pussy slit. As she reached her mothers clit she sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and lightly chewed the engrossed nub. Allison took the hint and bent to similarly orally work on Lisa’s pussy and clit. Both women were now in a 69 position tonguing and fingering each other. They managed to do so in heightened excitement, and also at the same time giving viewers a great show of their sexual activity.

    Among the online comments Allison was trying to glance at, while she chewed her daughters pussy, was a pic of a guy wanking a huge cock, and texting that he knew who she was. Allison thought who cares I’m fucking enjoying this and won’t be stopping now. Dan also saw the comment and said to Allison don’t worry keep going ‘big cock’ is a friend of ours. I think that after finishing this show we are going to have a lot of people to satisfy. Allison could only mumble Hm mmm as she continued working on the pussy in her mouth.

    Both guys were now also in a 69, sucking each others cocks, with delight. Do I cum in your mouth Dan asked Jeff during a rare breather moment. Jeff said please yes as I am going cum in yours very soon. Both guys continued to suck on each others cocks bringing their climaxes in a huge joint dump of cum. They laid back on the couch inviting the girls to suck and lick their cum up. The girls replied in unison, no clean your own mess up, we’re busy here.

    The girls were close to their own climaxes, asking those online if they should climax in each others mouths or do a close up cum to the cam. The cam climax was most popular, so both girls repositioned their bodies so their pussies were only centimetres from the lense. They fist fucked each other for a little while until they also cum in a rush of pussy juices and squirting pee.

    Online comments again peaked during their climax, showing hundreds of viewers were watching from around the world. Most comments supported the mother v daughter action and complemented both for their lovely horny bodies. Encouraged by the member feedback the girls, moved to the couch with the guys and joined in the sucking and licking clean up of the cum dump both guys had made.

    Lisa was with her step-father Dan and Allison joined Jeff. The two couples kissed and fondled each other stimulating their already excited bodies. All four found the frantic pinging of comments coming in as hugely stimulating, bringing them close to climaxes again. Both girls mounted the guys in cowgirl style, giving online members a great view of the fucking action. Comments coming in complimented the girls again, thanking them for a great cam show, and noticing how big the guys cocks were. Also asking how tight did the girls find the cocks, and would they think they could do an anal show with those huge cocks.

    Lisa and Allison nodded to each other, repositioned their bodies to lower their arses onto the guys hard cocks. As requested, here’s an anal show for your enjoyment, Lisa said to the cam. Comments online went viral, with viewers cheering on both girls, and encouraging the guys to fill their arses with loads of hot cum. This anal show lasted for a further ten minutes before the four collapsed in a satiated heap on the couch.

    Allison spoke first, telling viewers online that they were now going to *********** a few viewers with attractive online comments for the first round of interactive sex. Others could be successful later for other rounds of sex. Each of the four then ***********ed what they thought was an attractive online proposal. Allison was again first, ***********ing the couple who had commented that they knew her and Dan. She said hopefully they could come to her and Dans home for an all in wife swapping.

    Dan said nice choice, I *********** ‘big cock’ from early in our broadcast, who we both know intimately, and we have often wanted to fuck him and his wife together. Allison agreed with Dan’s ***********ion.

    Lisa was a bit putout as she didn’t have a partner to team up with in a wife swap. Jeff, could see her dilemma and offered to host at his place with Lisa, and a female couple who had commented in detail on the girl on girl action. Lisa agreed.

    A few days after this action the website operator, approached Dan asking if he wanted royalties on any further cam shows the group could do online.

    Did Dan accept this offer?


  • The Protege chapter 1

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    Alecia, turns a chance meeting with her hero into a life changing job offer. When Cynthia stirs some strange feelings in her.. Alecia must find the balance between her personal and professional desires.

    My name is Alecia Carmichael. My story begins when I was 24 and just finished my MBA in Finance from Indiana University (Top in the class and best piece of ass. I would joke with my best friend Mikey.) I was top in the class with a 4.0 GPA and near perfect score on the GRE 336 combined score. And I was clearly the hottest bod in the whole damned department.

    Not trying to be conceited but I was blessed with great cheekbones and better than average tits. I work out like I study, all out. I have always been naturally motivated and can’t sit still. Luckily, I have a knack for constructive endeavors.

    My older sister Amber has the same energy, but lacks a compass, so she has had a more troubled life. She’s had some substance abuse issues and frequents rehab facilities.

    The bottom line is I am motivated by success and power. While Amber is motivated by drugs and rock and roll. Thus, we have taken very divergent paths.

    I took a lot of flak for staying at IU and the Kelley School of business for grad school, but I knew life would change dramatically after graduation and wanted to enjoy life close to home a bit longer. Besides, I can run circles around the Harvard Grads. My knowledge and instinct Financial Market Strategies is second to none.

    I have wonderful supportive parents that believed in me from an early age. By 9th grade I had convinced them to let me run my own 529 account and I tripled the value of the principal by 12th grade. By 10th grade my parents and grandparents had turned over control of half of their retirement accounts to me, and I outperformed their next best funds by 200% before I completed my undergrad degree. By the time I finished grad school I had taken on over 12 million dollars of investments for family and friends retirement accounts earning over $100K per year on the side. Thanks to scholarships my school was essentially free, and my parents sighed off the 529 unused funds to add to my nest egg. As I set off to begin my career, I had built the nest egg up to just over $300K. Not bad for a 24-year-old.

    Now, off to the Big Apple, the only place to work if you’re gonna be the next Muriel Siebert. (She was the first woman with a seat on the stock exchange and started her own investment company that went public.) She paved the way for women in a male dominated field.

    The hot commodity (pun intended) in the world of finance now was Cynthia Liebert. At 34 she is responsible for over $50 Billion AUM and poised to become COO for one of the largest Investment firms in the US. I have fantasized about meeting her since high school. My Senior year in Highschool I set up a model of 3 different investment funds I have managed since. I have actually out performed her for the past two years.

    I had lined up a few interviews and had two offers for jobs in Indy, but New York was the only choice. I leased a 2-bedroom 2 bath apartment on the 20th floor of the 71 Broadway Apartments, sight unseen paying 12 months in advance for only $60K. It was in the heart of the financial district with access wall street, freedom tower and the stock exchange in walking distance. Movers had delivered the basics and set it up for me prior to even seeing the place.

    I insisted my parents wait at least until fall for a visit and had our tear filled good by at the Indy airport. I had five interviews lined up with major investment firms and knew I would be starting in six figures with at least a 2 for the first digit. I had listened to Alicia Keys and Jay Z’s New York about 20,000 times in the last 8 years but had it on repeat for the flight. I think the business man next to me in first class was sick of the song before we took off.

    It was Thursday, and I had my first interview Monday, so a fun weekend was planned with three New Yorker friends I met in college. Three separate meetings to get their unbiased advice and insights on New York. Monday I would hit the ground running and I planned to have at least two offers by the end of the week.

    I arrived at LaGuardia at 8:30 PM and hit the cab to Manhattan right at sunset. I had been to New York only once with my friend Stacey, whom I would be seeing tomorrow but this time was special. Sunset, lights, traffic, on my own in the “big city where dreams are made of. There’s nothing you can’t do. Let’s hear it for New York!” The smile on my face was giant. The cab driver was a young Arab sounding man, his eyes caught mine in the mirror.

    “First time in New York?” he asked smiling.

    “First time as a New Yorker,” I said in disbelief. (I am a New Yorker!) “Moving here today.”

    “Moving to Manhattan?” he asked surprised.

    “Yes,” I said confidently

    “Living at 71 Broadway?” he continued.

    “Yes…”

    “Just married?” he asked condescendingly.

    “No sir,” I replied getting slightly annoyed.

    “Are you a model? You are so beautiful.” he said blushing a little.

    Insulted and flattered at the same time, I could not help but blush. “No sir, I just graduated with my master’s in finance coming to work on Wall Street. Can you please take me past the stock exchange on the way to my apartment please?”

    As we passed, my throat tightened at the site of the bull statue.

    “This is my weekend off if you need someone to show you around,” he said rather confidently.

    I glanced at the mirror and he was attractive in a tall dark and handsome sort of way.

    “I got it covered thanks though,” I said smiling a little flirtatiously.

    When we arrived at the building, the fare was $49. I gave him a $100-dollar bill. “Keep the change Ghalib. Thanks for the offer,” I smiled.

    He handed me his card, “Please call if you need a ride. I stepped from the cab, the warm summer breeze was incredible. The resident assistant met me in the lobby and helped me to my apartment and the concierge got my bags. My heart raced when I stepped in. It was beautiful but a bit bare. I decided to wait for living room furniture until I saw the place.

    The moving service did it all, setting up my bedroom with clothes in the drawers and closets, towels in the bathroom courtesy of mom and dad. It was amazing. I felt like royalty. I unpacked my luggage and headed up to the rooftop terrace. I sat and gazed in wonder at the freedom tower.

    I would be interviewing there Monday with Moody. My web interview went extremely well, and Mr. Richards their VP of Investor Relations seemed ready to make me an offer on the spot, but I needed to talk to three more Executive VP’s on Monday.

    I did my best to keep direct eye contact with him during the interview adding just a touch of flirtation and making sure to stand while subtly leaning toward the camera for a touch of cleavage. When he squirmed in his seat I settled back into my seat. He gave a subconscious little cough and the remaining questions were mere formalities. It was a fact I leaned early on, men can be manipulated very easily by a pretty face and some subtle body language. I was blessed with a pretty face, but they rarely see that I am smarter than them, which creates an even greater advantage. The other three interviewers were all men, so I was sure an offer would be coming after Monday.

    But Friday, Saturday and Sunday were going to be tourist time. I planned to be a full time sightseer with the obligatory I love NY shirt. I was meeting Stacey tomorrow morning to see the Chrysler building, Bank of America towers, 40 Wall Street and 70 Pine Street. Then we were going to finish off with a Yankee’s game and maybe a night on the town.

    Saturday was Delaney, a dance major from Brooklyn. She was a true New Yawker. Sunday was going to be with Lawrence, the gay business nerd from Carnegie Hill. He was in line to run his father’s business someday, if he wanted it.

    Stacey grew up in White Plains nearby and her dad grew up in Brooklyn, a die-hard Yankee fan. He got us tickets for the Tigers game. My dad was a Tigers fan and it rubbed off on me. But from now on, if I’m gonna live in New York, I would need to adopt the Yankees.

    Stacey wanted out of New York for college and ended up at IU school of business. We hit it off and roomed together the last 2 years on campus. She was a business major and was looking for work but was struggling to find something.

    She came in Friday Morning on the subway and we met at The Pearl Street Diner for an early breakfast 8:00 AM. She was not happy about the time but was the kind of friend that would do anything for you, so she showed up with a smile. The diner was only a mile and it was a beautiful summer day, so I walked. (Any excuse to walk down Wall Street).

    I wore a pair of tight-fitting cutoff jeans and my I love NY bedazzled shirt as planned. I did a spin in front of the mirror. My butt was tight, my boobs were up, my spirits were high. I would be starting a lifetime of business suits and skirts next week, so my first weekend was all fun and casual. My dark brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

    Stacey wore a cute little spaghetti strapped sundress. Her sandy blonde hair hung down tight to her cheeks hanging about half way down her neck. She had intense blue eyes and golden-brown tanned skin against a peach and white floral form fitting sundress. We would have some fun today with the New York men, I could tell.

    The Pearl St. Diner was a hit. The waffles and fruit were to die for. ” I will be living here, I can tell,” I said after taking my first bite.

    “Can I try?” asked Stacey, stabbing a piece with my fork.

    “Hey! eat your own.” I protested, sliding my plate away.

    “Mmmm,” she sighed savoring the stolen bite of waffle. “Delicious, almost worth getting up at 5:30 for this. Wanna try my French toast?

    “Sure,” I said, taking the bite off her outstretched fork.

    “Amazing,” I said impressed with a unique flavor, I could not quite pinpoint. “Great coffee, great food. On the list!”

    “I’ve never eaten here but it’s on my list too!” she said shoving in another bite. She continued after swallowing, “So, 40 wall street first, 70 pine and then the Chrysler building ok?”

    “Sounds great and finish off with Bank of America Tower,” I replied happily gulping down coffee. “I can’t believe I’m living in New freakin” York,” I said grinning like Pennywise.

    She grinned back,” This is gonna be so much fun having you here!”

    We caught up on family and hit the road. It was a dream come true walking the streets of Manhattan. We got to the Chrysler building around 11:00. Her family dentist had an office on the 79th floor. She got me in to sign up as a patient and we, seized the opportunity to sneak a peek of the view. It was breathtaking.

    On the way out, in the elevator, we were happily discussing the next stop when it stopped on 78. “This could take all day if we stop on every floor,” I said jokingly, when suddenly I looked at the sharp dressed lady that appeared as the doors opened, and my jaw dropped. I did a double take… Cynthia Liebert!

    My heart raced and my throat tightened. “WTF, Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert and I look like a freakin’ tourist!” I thought to myself. “Arguably the most powerful woman on wall street, my hero. The person I emulated the past six years and would love to work for more than anyone in the world, was right here! This could be my big chance… Say something! But your dressed like a doofus!”

    “Cynthia Liebert?” I asked extending a hand as she turned to look at me.

    Her eyes quickly looked me up and down and then, rolled at the sight of my outfit. “Yes,” she replied trying to be polite but not extending her hand.

    “It is such an honor to meet you. I have admired you for so long. You are such an inspiration. Because of you, I graduated top of my class in finance and now, I’m in New York starting my career…”

    “Top of your class… how old are you Miss…” She said extending her hand and looking at me confused.

    “Alecia Carmichael,” I said shaking her hand vigorously. “I’m 24 and just graduated from I U with an MBA in finance, I currently manage over 12 million in assets for family and friends. I use six investment models for investment funds that are on par with any in industry. Three of them since sophomore year in high school. I would do anything to work for you. I have admired you and followed your career since I was 13. Please forgive my appearance, this is the last weekend before my career begins and my friend Stacey and I are seeing the sites. I just can’t believe it’s you. You are my hero. (I took a quick breath through the nose as I had not bothered to breath since I started talking.) And your perfume is incredible…”

    She gave me another look up and down,” Wow, you are certainly not shy, that’s for sure. I am heading for lunch and just fired my executive assistant. My gut tells me to hear you out. If you’d like to join me, we can talk about you filling that roll. I’m leaving for the Hamptons tonight and you would need to join me for the weekend if you choose to take it. It pays $1500/week flat salary. Interested?” She asked, blue eyes piercing mine.

    The interview Monday with Moody would easily result in four times the salary, excluding performance bonuses. But this was Cynthia freakin’ Liebert.

    “Yes, I’m definitely interested and available right now.” I said eagerly.

    She was about two inches taller than me. (I’m 5′ 7″) Though she was in heals and a well-tailored navy suit jacket and form fitting mid-thigh cut skirt. She had light blond hair mid back length with an overlapping textured look. It was perfectly uniform in color and highlighted her light blue eyes. Her skin was flawless except for a mole on her left cheek. She wore a bold red lipstick with just a touch of barely there blue eye shadow with no sign of blush or concealer. Her perfume was a unique scent that had a hint of spice and a touch of… Honeysuckle? It was very distinctive but not overwhelming.

    “Will you be joining us Stacey?” She asked turning to face the doors with her back to us.

    I glanced at Stacey and she looked at me with a questioning expression. I quickly shook my head, wanting to maximize my time with Cynthia.

    “Unfortunately, I have to meet Matt for lunch. It was a pleasure meeting you. Text me when you’re done Alecia.” She was lipping “OMG… Amazing… You got this!”

    The doors opened, Cynthia stepped out and shook Stacey’s hand, “Pleasure meeting you,” she said walking quickly toward the exit. “I’ve got a con call in one hour, let’s make it quick. We’ll eat at New York Central. Do you have access to your resume?”

    I was prepared, I had it and my self-made prospectuses for my investment funds. “Yes, I do, and some info on my investment funds. I will forward them to you if you give me your e-mail.” I said confidently.

    As we walked, she glanced over at me in my shorts and T and no purse. I had a cell phone in one pocket and a mini wallet with ID and credit card in the other. I pulled out my cell phone and had them e-mailed before we reached the restaurant.

    I won’t bore you with details of EBITDA, earnings ratios and market trends, but will sum it up that I made a good impression. She wanted to give me a trial at the job. She warned me this would be a thankless underpaying job, but I would be her right hand and get to learn on the front lines and I would need to start today and be on call 24/7.

    Hoping to leverage my position I told her about my interview Monday with Moody and the subsequent meeting with other firms.

    “Are you talking to Bill Richards?” She asked smiling.

    “Yes Ma’am,” I replied.

    “I’m not that old, Sweetie. Call my Cynthia,” She said laughingly.

    “I’ll make you a deal. Commit to eight months and I will fix it with Bill that in eight months he can have first dibs on hiring you after I’ve trained you. I promise you’re gold… OK?” She said waiting for a response.

    “Done!” I said, heart racing.

    She dialed him and told him the plan, and he agreed, disappointed though he was. Then she asked who else I was interviewing with and called the other two companies for me, making the same deal. When she hung up with the last one, she excused herself to the ladies room. We were wrapping up and I need to get ready for the trip. First weekend in town and going to the Freaking Hamptons with Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert!

    I quickly texted Ghalib the cabby

    Me: I need immediate pick up at the Hyatt by Chrysler and need to look important. Can you help?

    Ghalib: 20 minutes away and driving your way. VIP got it.

    Me: VIP Tip!

    Then I texted Stacey.

    Me: Can you meet me behind the Hyatt in 20 minutes?

    Stacey: Sure, did it go well?

    Me: Yes! Tell you all about it in 20

    Cynthia returned and sat down. Her perfume refreshed. I was struck by the natural beauty of her skin. Very little make-up and flawless. She seemed to draw the eyes of everyone in the room. I still could not believe the incredible chain of events that occurred in the past hour.

    “I don’t really believe in destiny Alecia, but this is the best I’ve felt about a new hire, ever. An hour ago, I was lamenting the process and convinced I was in for a month of frustration. Of course, if you’re as sharp as I think, it may be a short-lived role… You have the most piercing eyes. They will serve you well in this job. The old boys will be eating out of your hand.” She held up her iced tea, “To new beginnings”

    “New beginnings,” I said grinning like a child on Christmas morning.

    “Meet me at the Pier Six Helipad at 6:30. It’s a white Augusta A109. We’ll come back Sunday evening and be back in the office Monday 7:00 AM. Bring bathing suit, workout clothes, and casuals. Do you Jog?” She said finishing her shrimp salad.

    “Yes, twice a week and tread mill and elliptical three days,” I replied.

    “Great, Saturday morning we can start with a beach jog and see how we feel after that. Four miles ok?” She asked and waved at someone one behind me.

    “Sure,” I said quickly, trying to wrap my head around all of this and not look too excited.

    “Great, we’ll just stay close to the house. They’ll be a few friends for dinner Saturday, but other than that some, beach and pool time and get to know you planning session. Casual dress is fine. We can hit the ground running Monday morning. (She looked at her phone.) Gotta take this, see you at 6:30. Send me the bill, Mandy,” she said to the waitress.

    I walked quickly with her and when we stepped out, Ghalib stood next to his cab with a sport coat and tie on. “Miss Alecia, very good to see you, where can I take you today?” He said loud enough to make sure Cynthia heard and opened the back door.

    She stopped briefly took a quick look at Ghalib, as she talked, looked back at me and smiled and gave a wink of approval.

    She continued on across the street without a look back. I climbed into the cab and as soon as he closed the door, I screamed like a child.

    “Ghalib! Do you know who that was?”

    “No, I don’t…” he began until I cut him off.

    “Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert! The most powerful woman on Wall Street! Guess who I’m working for?”

    He grinned, “Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert?”

    “Yes! Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert! Thank you so much for coming! Your timing was perfect!

    Well done. I need to go home and pack. I’m going to The Hamptons with Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert tonight! Oh shit! almost forgot Stacey. She’s behind the hotel.”

    As we rounded the block, I looked at Ghalib’s eyes in the mirror and thought about how deep brown they looked. I felt a tingle down below at the thought of riding his hard-on in my new bed. “Christen the new place properly,” I thought to myself.

    The lust in my eyes must have been obvious, because the grin on Ghalib’s face and the acknowledgement in his eyes was unmistakable. My cheeks reddened and I looked away quickly. Stacey was waiting and we picked her up quickly.

    “Ghalib, can you take us to my apartment please. (I turned to Stacey) I’m going to the Hamptons for the weekend with Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert!” I screamed.

    I gave her the quick run-down and as we approached my apartment building, it hit me…

    “Crap! What am I going to wear? She said casual and a bathing suit. What’s casual in the Hamptons? Where can we go for clothes?” I asked Stacey.

    “Um… Let’s see… Bloomingdale’s maybe?” She replied looking for approval.

    “Sure. Ghalib, change of plans, Bloomingdale’s please.,” I said beaming with excitement.

    The afternoon was a blur. Stacey and I picked out two bathing suits, (Bikini and one piece) some jogging clothes and my best guess at “Hampton’s Casual.” Ghalib dropped us at Bloomingdale and picked us up an hour later. We dropped Stacey at the subway, and I returned to the apartment.

    It was 2:30, I was full of adrenalin and excitement. When we arrived, Ghalib walked around opening the door for me. He held out his hand and I took it as he guided me out of the car.

    “Thank you so much,” I said, giving him a hug without thinking.

    His cologne smelled great as I broke the hug and kissed his cheek. I felt a wave of warmth down below at the feel of his firm body.

    “I can’t believe, I’m working for Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert!” I said jumping up and down with my hands on his shoulders.

    I wanted to take him in and do him in the new apartment, so bad. “Calm Down Alecia!” I told myself. “You don’t screw random guys… just a quickie, I’m so cranked up right now!” I looked at my watch.

    “Thank you Ghalib!” I need to be at the Pier Six Helipad at 6:30. Can you pick me up? What time should we leave? I’ll need a ride home Sunday night too…”

    “Whoa, take a breath, Alecia, you don’t want to get too excited. You need to play it cool. This is Wall Street, they will chew you up and spit you out,” he said calmly. “I’ll pick you up at 5:30 right here. That will give us plenty of time.”

    I looked at my watch. ” Ok gotta pack, see you soon,” I said kissing his cheek again. “Thank you so much.

    I handed him a $100 bill and ran for the apartment, “Congratulations!” he yelled as the door closed behind me. I waved without looking back.

    I went in and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and took several slow deep breaths, trying to center.

    “Ok, gotta pack,” I said, the scent of her perfume seemed to be in my apartment. I shook my head. “Can’t be,” I smelled my hands. They did seem to have a touch of her scent on them.

    I had almost three hours. I needed to pack, shower, Call Mom, Call Stacey and apologize for bailing on her and the Yankee game, Call Delaney and Lawrence and give them the news and my apology for the change in plans.

    I made the calls first. I felt terrible for cutting Mom off after two minutes, but it was that or 2 hours. “Be careful, sweetie!” she said with a mix of excitement and fear for the adventure I had ahead. Her and I both! The others were all understanding and happy for me. I promised we’d do it soon.

    Part of me knew that wasn’t true. Cynthia made it clear, my life was hers for at least eight months. I spent over an hour agonizing over what to pack. I did the only thing I could do and overpacked. From Jean, to tennis shorts, jogging outfits (of course), yoga pants, business skirt, blouse and jacket, both bathing suits, running shoes, flip flops, heals and flats. I am a master packer and got it all into a roll on, with a brief case/make up bag, purse and hand bag, just in case.

    It was 4:15 PM when I had a bit of an adrenaline crash. I had to shower and change and got my shorts and shirt off and threw myself onto the bed, spread eagle in panties and braw. I closed my eyes trying to relax, but the events of the day played over in my mind. I popped the front of my braw and let the girls breath. The flow of blood through my breast and the warm July air through the open windows felt amazing.

    This time tomorrow I will be on the beach, I thought. I slipped off my panties and jettisoned the braw completely. I lay there, eyes closed, legs spread, the warm gently breeze, tickling my labia. “Five Minutes,” I told myself, breathing slow and steady. “Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert. The sound of the city below was music to my ears. I smelled my hand, detecting just a hint of her perfume. “Someday soon I will have my own custom blend perfume…”

    I replayed the lunch in my head… Her handling of the competition, her pitch to me, she was a master. She was all I imagined and more. On top of all that perfect skin and gorgeous hair.

    My adrenalin was pumping again, and my thoughts turned to Ghalib. If only he were here… The blood flowed and my lower regions tingled. I caressed my breasts softly, as my breathing deepened. All the excitement had nerve endings activated throughout my body. I hadn’t touched myself like this in what seemed like forever, but today… today, I needed a release. There was too much excitement and I needed to take the edge off.

    I pictured Ghalib standing before me, naked, chiseled and hard. He crawled on the bed on all fours, between my spread legs. He hesitated and raised up on his knees as his hand caressed my soft stomach. His brown eyes, locked on mine, he leaned forward stretching his gentle hand to touch my breasts. I could feel the heat and rapidly growing wetness. My nipples stiffed as his hand approached, gently tracing his fingers over my skin.

    My eyes closed, my own hand played the part of Ghalib’s, softly squeezing my full breast sending a tingling rush through my erect nibbles, imagining his lips gently kissing them. As my right hand reached my hot drenched labia, I imagined his hot stiff hard-on slowly pressing against my pelvis as his lips continued to gently work my screaming nipples.

    Such soft lips, I thought as he pressed himself against me. His kisses moved slowly up toward my neck as he ever so slowly pushed his throbbing head against my steaming labia. My fingers pressed in as I fantasized. His lips, so soft against my shoulder as his hair caressed my neck like silk against my skin. I was dripping wet working my fingers more frantically as felt an orgasm build.

    “Oh, please don’t stop,” I said almost singing. “Aaahhh, I need this bad. Oh yes make me cum. Auuuhhhhhh,” I screamed.

    I imagined his stiff boner thrusting in deep and hard, relentlessly sliding in and out. The soft kisses on my neck sending chills down my spine. Kisses so soft and delicate as the stiff shaft pushed. “Why was I smelling Cynthia’s perfume?” I thought as my climax built. The soft lips moved up to meet mine, the long silky hair caressed my cheeks as our tongues intertwined. I whined loudly picturing passionately kissing as my orgasm approached.

    “Oooohhhhh yeeesss! I’m cumming!” I yelled as my orgasm hit like a freight train. “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed.

    The image that flashed in my mind at the peak of my pleasure was Cynthia’s face with her perfect skin and bright red lips, with her sandy hair dangling. The scent of her perfume stuck in my mind, as my fingers worked my clit. I pushed the image out of my mind and focused quickly on the thought of Ghalib’s brown eyes and dark hair.

    My body went limp as my orgasm passed. I stared at the ceiling panting and regaining my composure. I was disturbed, trying to understand why her image had popped into my head at my moment of ecstasy…

    “It’s just the fact that such a powerful woman wanted to hire me,” I thought to myself. “It perfectly normal transference.”

    My fingers were drenched as I could feel my cum running slowly down my ass cheeks. I jumped up,” Gotta get a shower and get ready!” I told myself trying to refocus. My mind did seem to have a greater clarity after that quick release. There was a wet spot on my bed spread, I would need to deal with later. For now, I pulled it off an put it in the clothes basket

    I cleaned myself up and put on a sharp looking grey double-breasted skirt suit. I put on a white blouse with a subtle collar. With the shirt unbuttoned to the 3rd button, the collar blended in, giving the appearance of wearing nothing beneath the jacket. The skirt was form fitting and ended just above the knee. I opted not to put on panty hose since Cynthia had not been wearing them earlier. I wore black heals that matched my slightly oversized purse and left my hair down, straight hanging about half way between my shoulders and the bottom of the jacket V-neck.

    Ghalib dropped me at the helipad and there was only one white chopper there. He opened the door and I stepped out. In front of us was a black limo and a blond in skin tight designer jeans stepped out. I could only see her back but thought she must be a super model. She simply had the nicest ass I’d ever seen. She wore a 2-inch-wide heavy leather belt with a pattern of pencil sized holes scattered throughout. The belt pulled slightly down in the middle of her back where the center belt loop tugged downward from the strain the jeans covering her gorgeous round ass cheeks.

    The crotch of the jeans pulled upward separating her ass cheeks in a V that extended half way up her ass. As she stood with her feet a couple inches apart, a triangle of light peaked through her inter thighs. He ass was not wide but as she turned slightly the protrusion of her ass was almost a perfect half sphere. The bottom of each cheek had a perfect little smiley face crease. Apart from that creases, there did not appear to be a wrinkle anywhere in her jeans except where the bottom of the pant legs covered the thick healed, high-heeled boots.

    I glanced at Ghalib and he did a double take and tried not to stare. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore a skin tight fitted white blouse with short cuffed sleeves. I could only recall one time when woman’s ass sent a tingle between my legs, and I could not help but say, “Daaammnn,” as she took a few steps and those cheeks clenched and bulged with each step.

    The other time was Haley Williams from Paramore in their “Fake Happy” video. Something about the shimmering spandex just made me want to touch, it, kiss it and nibble on it… I recall watching the video about 100 times..

    I shook my head and turned toward Ghalib. He smiled perkily, “Alecia…I think you have a naughty adventurous side young lady.”

    I blushed so strongly I could see the red glow off my cheeks. I widened my eyes and smiled a sexy smile. He began to blush as well. As my eyes locked back on the world class ass, she turned around and my jaw dropped…Cynthia Freakin Liebert! Not only the richest, smartest and most powerful woman on Wall Street, but the sexiest as well. Who said you can’t have it all?

    “Alecia, you clean up well,” she said walking over and giving me a hug. Her body was firm! I was suddenly afraid of running and working out with her this weekend. Her perfume crept into my nostrils. “I did say casual, (a look of concern hit my face.) but you look great. I’m glad you made it. The copter should have us there in 30 minutes, Dinner and drinks on the beach when we arrive, sound good?”

    “Sounds incredible,” I said smiling like a child on Christmas.

    She turned and walked toward the chopper. Her driver carried a suitcase for her and a should strapped leather, brief case. Ghalib followed suit and carried my bags to the chopper. I could not help watching those perfectly rounded globes flex and relax with each step.

    The men loaded the bags and I gave Ghalib the Hampton’s double cheek kiss, ” Thank you Ghalib. I will see you Sunday.”

    “Are you sure you don’t want to bring him with us?” asked Cynthia in a playful tone, smiling at Ghalib and giving him the once over, hungrily.

    He blushed and nodded to her. “You ladies travel safe.”

    She walked over to him and said, “It’s a shame you can’t join us.” Holding out her hand like the queen.

    He took her hand and kissed the back of it., “Until Sunday, my lady.”

    I stared into Ghalib’s eyes as he slowly backed away. The fact that Cynthia liked him made me want him even more. He smiled knowingly and headed for his cab. I did not even think about paying him, and he simple walked off without asking for payment. I would be sure to pay him later, I thought flashing back to my earlier session.

    The stirring between my legs rekindled when I watched him walk away. As I turned toward Cynthia, she had sly grin on her face. He is simply delicious, and I see you agree. Again, I blushed as I followed her to the chopper. She stepped in before me highlighting her incredible ass again. I could not seem to stop staring.

    Before today, I had never experienced the phenomenon of career excitement, manifesting itself with such a surge of sexual energy. Even after masturbating a little over an hour ago I was ready for more… And the pulsing vibration of the chopper did not help. Where was Ghalib when I need him?

    The chopper had a female attendant and a full bar. The flight was only 30 minutes normally, but she had them do a tour of the bay and skirted the city. The view was amazing. I knew this was definitely the life for me. We were seated facing each other and it became apparent she was not wearing a bra. After we cleared the city, she asked the attendant to give me a computer bag.

    “That has your new lap top in it. If you get it out, we can bring up my Calendar and bring you up to speed. Becky, I’ll have a Martini and get miss Alecia…”

    She paused looking at me. I said the only drink that seemed most appropriate, “A Manhattan please.”

    It was a brand-new HP elite book laptop, “State of the art. Very nice,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

    “This will be your best friend, next to that,” she said handing me a new I-phone XS.

    “Thanks again,” I said smiling happily.

    “And last but not least,” she handed me a business card, holding a box of them in the other hand. “Alecia Carmichael, Executive Consultant,” I said beaming.

    “Executive Consultant for Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert!” I thought to myself.

    We each had three drinks in when we landed. Every time she refilled, she gave me one. Three drinks were usually it for me. I was grateful when we landed. There was a limo to meet us and we rolled immediately toward her house.

    “I’m famished,” She said, as we drove on. “I hope fillet and scallops wil do. Phillip is preparing dinner as we speak. That would be perfect,” I said thinking I sounded a little too sappy.

    We arrived at an amazing house. It had five garages, a stone driveway and was a mixture of stone and cedar siding, six dormers and a torrent on either end that resembled a light house. The back yard overlooked the ocean with an infinity pool and built in oversized stone hot tub that sat at one end, elevated and flowing into the pool with a water fall.

    We entered and she got us another drink ordered before I could protest. We drank as she gave me the tour. I had to steady myself on the stair case as the alcohol was kicking in. Luckily, we wrapped the tour up on the patio dining table as the dinner was served.

    The view was amazing, as the cool breeze blew off the ocean, cooling down the hot July day. Dinner was delicious. Something about salt air makes food taste so much better. I was in a daze, sitting the patio next to an infinity pool overlooking the beach, in the Hamptons with Cynthia Freakin Liebert.

    I expected a Devil Wears Prada relationship, but she was genuinely nice. During the tour of the house and dinner, she spent the entire time asking me about my family and friends. She really seemed interested and remembered details. She refused to talk about business or anything company related for the entire evening.

    By the end of dinner, I had lost track of how many drinks I had. She ordered another round from the Christine the household assistant. She was 50ish and motherly looking. When she delivered the drinks, Cynthia released her and the staff for the evening and told her we they were all free for the weekend and the house would be empty all week, and for everyone to enjoy some beach time.

    I had not felt this drunk… maybe ever. I knew this had to be the last one or I would be passed out and blacked out. It was 8:00PM and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. “I must look like a tomato,” I thought to myself. If I ever get tipsy, my cheeks immediately turn red and warm up. They were on fire.

    “Shall we have a soak in the hot tub,” she asked sounding like she was stone sober.

    “shlure,” I responded, embarrassed. “I’m slorry, these drinks are hitting me hard. I need to stlop after this one.”

    “I didn’t mean to lead you astray Lecia,” she said smiling. “I’m not usually a drinker either, but I’m just so happy I found you. It’s been a real joy spending time with you, I kind of lost count. As I said I usually get up around 5:00 for a jog and gym session on Saturday, so I usually turn in between 9:00 and 10:00 when I’m at home. I’m not the alcoholic, close the bars down business person. And I’m glad to hear you’re not a party girl either. The stakes are too high these days to let yourself get in a compromising position.

    Let’s get our suits on, have a soak and call it a night. Are you still up for a morning workout?” she asked sounding genuinely concerned about me.

    “Shlure… Sure thing,” I replied. I could not help but giggle.

    “Oh, my you do have it bad,” she laughed, standing up. “Woah.” She swayed and steadied herself. “I think I may be a bit lit, myself.”

    She laughed and stepped over to me, reaching out a hand. I grabbed her hand and steadied myself as I stood up. My head spun as I stood swaying a bit. “Oh my, I am feeling it… Wow… Note to self. Manhattans will sneak up on you.”

    She gripped my hand firmly and pulled it across her shoulders. “We’ll steady one another, Lecia,” she said as we began to step arms across each other’s shoulders.

    I had never liked the shortened version of my name, but from Cynthia, I loved it. It was like I was getting a new best friend. I wondered if I dared call her Cindy but decided I would not find out. Her room was almost directly across the hall from my room. Although I would not call it a room. It was and en suite plus. It had a bedroom, sitting area, walk in closet and full bath with tub and shower and double sink and separate toilet. I would have been a Master suite in 99.9% of homes. But here it was a guest room… One of four.

    She felt warm and steady as we walked. When she released me, I focused and managed not to sway or stumble.

    “I’ll meet you in the hot tub in ten,” she said happily.

    “Sure thing!” I said emphatically, without slurring and both laughed.

    “Well slaid,” she laughed. I assumed slurring on purpose.

    I went to the bathroom, peed, washed my hands and face. My cheeks were glowing, and my head was in full spin mode. I splashed cold water on my face and tried my best to sober up quick. I put on my new red bikini. When I looked at myself, in the mirror, I had to laugh. My cheeks seemed as red as the suit. I decided to go bikini, after seeing Cynthia in those painted on jeans, I knew she would definitely be a bikini girl. A woman with her confidence and that body would definitely show it off.

    I looked at myself in the mirror. Yesterday I would have smiled and told myself I was the hottest thing anyone would see tonight, but after Cynthia in those jeans, I knew It was probably not true. I did grip my 36D’s with one hand and position the top to highlight my girls. I took a step back and looked at how it fit. “You do look hot girl,” I told myself smiling.

    I turned and looked at my ass, in the mirror. I pulled the traditional cut suit down around my buns, shook it and smiled. “You can hold your own darlin. You look damn good sweetheart. Where is Ghalib, when you need him!”

    I arrived at the hot tub first. I grabbed my drink from the dinner table and stood next to the hot tub, staring out at the gorgeous view. There were two large sail boats drifting leisurely by as the sun lowered behind me. I climbed in and sat sideways on the curved lounge seat, so I could look directly out at the ocean. The hot tub was large. It could probably seat ten people easily.

    If I turned sideways, I could lay in the lounge seat with a cushioned head rest and get full body jets. But I sat on in like a bench seat so l could look straight out to sea. I leaned my head back on the edge of the tub, took a sip and let the warm water engulf me. The warmth, the view, the buzz, were just perfect.

    “I could get used to this.” I said smiling.

    “Good, I’m…”

    “Ah!” I screamed spilling some of my drink and jerking upright. “Oh God, I didn’t know you were there. I’m sorry… You startled me! I did not mean to sound presumptuous, It’s just the view and the food and your hospitality. I feel so comfortable. I would never presume to take this for granted…” (I realized I was rambling like an auctioneer on meth.)

    “Woah, relax Lecia. I did not take it like that at all. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. That is why I have this place. It’s a refuge of sanity it a crazy world. Relax, enjoy and just be yourself. You will have a lot of things to stress about starting Monday, I assure you. On Monday you will be Ms. Carmichael and I will demand much from you. This weekend…enjoy and let’s get to know one another, ok?”

    As she spoke, she walked around the hot tub in a white bikini, revealing a perfectly tanned body that made the bright white pop. Her top was a string type with full coverage of her better than average sized breasts. Her nipples were barely visible through the silky looking material. Her arms were toned and her shoulders subtle but athletic looking. Here stomach was smooth with a hint of abs. Her legs tanned and toned and shapely. The triangle in front was full but sexy, with the stings tied in a bow on either hip.

    I could not help but wonder if her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. The bottoms fit tight and cleanly, it was just the right mix of sexy but not slutty. She was well kept, as I had imagined. She would not show off the fur, that would be tacky. The string ever so slightly indented into her hips. As she faced me, I could not help but wonder, what that ass was like in a bikini. The imagine in those jeans and its effect on me made me question myself. I hope the view wearing the bikini would somehow remove the mystery and set me back on the “straight” and narrow.

    Suddenly her voice snapped me back to reality. “Lecia? Ok?”

    My eyes darted up to see her blue eyes looking down at me. Her smile was mischievous. “You seem… preoccupied.”

    “I… a… (My eyes drifted back to the string bow and I thought about pulling the string and letting those bottoms fall to the deck.) It’s just (Her belly looked so smooth and soft.) been a dream day. I can’t believe I’m here. You’re my hero and the person I aspire to be like and now I’m here at you house…” I said smiling, shocked at the reaction as my eyes meant hers.

    My body tingled as her beautiful blue eyes cut through me. I stared at her perfect cheek bones and the cute little mole on her left cheek. The bright red lipstick was gone but her soft pink natural tone was… perfect. I took a large gulp of my drink to steady myself, when it occurred to me, that was the last thing I needed right now. I was not in my right mind… I felt like a hormone crazed teenager with her first crush.

    “Crush?” I thought to myself. “You’ve never even thought of a woman that way… (Haley Williams glistening spandex aside.) You’ve got to stop and sober up Alecia!”

    “Whooommm!” a loud boat horn bellowed.

    Cynthia whipped around and began to wave. I gasped as she revealed her semi thong bikini bottom stretched tightly over her firm round ass. It formed a bright white heart shape over her perfectly tanned skin. The top of the heart began at the tie bows and arched gently, peaking at her lower back and lowering toward the center, where a seam in the beck crept deeper between her ass cheeks as it went toward her vagina. The point of the heart nearly disappeared between her cheeks at the top of her labia, just before the bikini bottoms widened out forming a subtle camel toe dipping between her lips.

    I could hardly breath as a rush of heat ran through my pelvis, like I had never felt before. I marveled at the gap between her thighs forming a triangle with her camel toe. The ocean water between her tanned thighs and white bikini was strikingly blue. My mouth watered like a Pavlovian dog. I downed my drink, amazed at the perfect skin of her exposed cheeks, and the curve of her shapely hips. The top of the camel toe triangle gave way to the crease between her buns and thigh that curved gently below each cheek before fading into the silky-smooth skin of her golden-brown hips.

    I could not help but imagine reaching out, cupping her ass in my hands and tracing the line of fabric across her skin. I swallowed hard as my throat seemed to tighten and body tingled in the bubbling water. Suddenly her ass jiggled playfully, and I glanced up to see her looking back at me over her shoulder.

    “Leasie, I think I’m flattered,” she said grinning widely.

    My face must have been neon red as the reality of her catching me staring hit home. Even as the shock wore off my eyes returned to the bright white contrast to the bronze tan. (How did she find time to get a tan?) I the twilight the white suit seemed to glow even brighter.

    “Eyes are here Leasie,” she said smiling and turning to face me. I know what you’re thinking… How does a powerful wealthy executive stay in such great shape? Am I right?”

    Thankful for an out from the most awkward moment of my life, I jumped on it, really trying not to slur. “You are in incredible shape, how do you do it?”

    I could not win. If I kept my eyes off the bikini, her blue eyes cut through me. I wanted to feel what it was like to kiss her soft lips and feel her breasts against mine. I needed to control my thoughts but there was no stopping it.

    “Discipline. “She said walking over to the patio bar. “Every day I start with a workout. No matter what. I eat a little bit of everything but not a lot of anything.”

    She picked up a remote off the bar and turned the lights off Inside the house behind the pool. She grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and two towels from behind the bar and walked back to the edge of the hot tub. The sun was low behind the house creating a dark patio area. She set the wine and glasses on the deck next to the hot tub and then. Stood before me smiling down, the shimmering dark water behind her.

    “Let’s get comfy, shall we Leasie?” she said, untying the bikini top behind her neck. It dropped revealing two nicely shaped breasts. He areola were quarter sized with pencil sized nipples that barely protruded. I vaguely tried to think about her new nick name for me, but her hands reached behind to untie the top thrusting her breasts forward taking my full attention.

    “No tan lines,” I thought as the top dropped to the deck.

    Next, she reached for the string on her left hip an pulled the string allowing the white triangle to fold down and dangle on her inner thigh. When the right string untied, the front flopped forward revealing a well-trimmed bush above her slit. The top of her labia poked out as the crotch of the bikini clung to her moist lips. She wiggled her feet apart opening the triangle enough for the bottoms to fall free, clinging briefly to her outer labia before it released.

    I did not care that I was staring as her nakedness overwhelmed my senses. Her lips poked ever so slightly out the bottom of her cute hairless slit. I watched as she stepped slowly into the hot tub, standing on the seat before stepping all the way in. The water quietly engulfed her slit with the rustling water line reaching mid bush. Her belly button was a slight innie and I could detect a subtle tan line down below.

    “Wine?” she asked spinning around revealing her upper ass above the water line.

    “Shhhure,” I said no longer caring about slurring.

    She stood up on a lower step and leaned forward to poor the wine, giving a full view of her gorgeous ass and glistening pussy. I watched as water dripped from her dark pink labia. I was thankful for the hot tub, because my bottoms would be soaked through. Her pink little sphincter peeked at me between her golden buns. I can honestly say I have never seen another woman’s anus before. It was a perfect little circle.

    The deepening darkness made it hard to see and I found myself leaning forward for a closer look imagining slipping my fingers between those glistening lips. My heart raced and breath deepened in disbelief of the thoughts in my head.

    She spun and stepped back down moving toward me with two glasses of wine. She stopped in front of me as I leaned back and reached for a glass, trying not to stare at her ample breasts. As my hand approached the glass, she pulled back.

    “You’re turn Leasie. Are you just in or are you all in?” she smiled raising her eye brows.

    I reached under the water at my bikini top thankful the water provided some cover.

    “Uh, uh, uh,” she said shaking her head. “Stand up!”

    I stood up as commanded, almost losing my balance as the buzz hit home.

    “Steady Leasie,” she said grinning. “Now take it off.”

    She wiggled the glass of wine as a reward. I unclipped the front of my bikini top letting it fly open. The warm air on my nipples was exhilarating. My areola are outies and my nipples, stiff protrude more than a quarter inch. My nips were at full attention as I stared at Cynthia’s thinking I’m a little bigger but hers are just plain beautiful.

    “Doesn’t that feel better,” she grinned.

    “Ahhhh, yes it does,” I said swinging the girls side to side, before grabbing the sides of my bottoms and wiggling them down.

    As I leaned down, I lost my balance and fell forward. Realizing I would probably knock her over, I threw myself sideways off the seat, falling into the deeper water and completely submerging. I jumped up giggling bottoms stuck on my thighs. She was laughing hysterically.

    “Judges score… 9.2,” she giggled.

    I stood up and leaned on the side stepping awkwardly onto the seat of the hot tub. I spun around and planted my naked ass on the deck of the hot tub with my feet on the seat. It felt good to be in the cooler air for a moment, so I worked my bottoms off and leaned back propped up with my extended arms behind me. I let my knees drift wide apart exposing my lady parts to the breeze. I tilted my head back looking up to the stars coming into view with the sun now set.

    “Isn’t that better?” she asked stepping closer.

    I could not help but spread my legs a little farther as she stepped in front of me. She handed me a glass of wine and I leaned forward freeing my right hand to take the glass.

    “To new beginnings,” I said extending my glass.

    We touched glasses and I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees taking a drink. I noticed her steeling a peak at my exposed lady part. I leaned back onto my elbows and let my legs extend wide and straight. As I did my mind went to the vision of Cynthia, stepping forward between my legs, leaning in and setting her wine glass next to me as she crawled herself on top of me. I leaned back flat on my back and closed my eyes imagining her soft breasts brushing my stiff nipples as she leaned in bringing her warm soft lips to meet mine.

    I sighed as I imagined her tongue slowly pressing between my lips in a full passionate kiss…”Leasie, honey, what are your thinking about? I bet it’s Ghalib, isn’t it?”

    I jerked myself back into a sitting position. “Uh… yes, is it that obvious? It has been a while for me with the move and everything…” I slid slowly into the tub, sinking back down into the hot water.

    This time I sat my wine down on the deck, turned sideways and reclined on the lounge seat of the hot tub, tilting my head back on the cushioned head rest. Cynthia did the same on the other side.

    “Just be careful darlin’. You’re in the big city now. Although he is a fine specimen Um, um, um. You’re not in Indiana anymore,” she said sipping her wine.

    “I can handle myself, trust me. Sometimes a girl just needs a good stiff one to scratch the itch, no strings attached if you know what I mean,” I said hoping not to sound like an Indiana girl trying too hard to make a point.

    “I believe you Leasie, you sold yourself very well today. Just stay on target and don’t get distracted.

    I still was not sure about the nick name she tagged me with, but it was Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert. She could call me whatever she wanted.

    “I like your de***********ion, he is a “fine specimen”,” I said closing my eyes.

    I let the bubbles and churning water do their work, trying to turn my thoughts to Ghalib and riding him for my personal pleasure.

    “Oh Honey, you got it bad, don’t you?” said Cynthia’s voice getting closer. I’m gonna show you a little trick I have for just such problems.

    I opened my eyes and she was standing next to me steam rising between us. She bent over me and leaned on the edge of the hot tub with her left hand, her breasts hanging over me.

    “First, skootch down just a little she said gripping my thigh with her right hand and pulling me down until my chin touched the water. Good now (she reached between my legs and pulled my left thigh out a little.) just spread a little… Now hold the side with your right hand to brace yourself. It’s gonna be a fun ride… Are you ready?”

    I looked at her nervously, heart racing as she touched my naked body. “Ready for what?”

    “I call it Mr. Happy,” She said leaning in and lifting a control panel door. “Three, two, one…”

    She pushed a button and a powerful jet of water kicked on blasting me in the taint and lower vagina. I thrust my hips upward and felt the jest hit my anus as I raised.

    “Shhhh, it’s ok set back down, you just need to find the sweet spot Leasie, trust me Honey,” she said pushing on my pelvis gently.

    I settled back down on my butt and the jet was hitting directly into my Vagina, making me feel stimulated and like I had to pee at the same time.

    “Whoa,” I said uncomfortably holding myself away from the jet, but already feeling the appeal and wanting a little more. I leaned my upper body forward aligning the jet with my clit. “Ooh!” I gasped.

    “Sounds like you found it Leasie,” she said still pressing her hand gently on my pelvis. Now move in closer Honey, you’re gonna thank me, I promise.

    I moved closer and the pulsating pressure increased stimulating my clit a bit, “Oh My!” I gasped starting to gyrate my hips a bit. “That feels reeeaaalllyyyy good,” I sighed beginning to breath heavier.

    “Almost there,” she said sliding her hands between my thighs. “Trust me Honey…”

    She pressed two fingers from each hand against my outer labia, pulling them apart, allowing the jet to firmly blast against my exposed clit. I gripped the edge of the hot tub with a death grip as a jolt of electricity shot from my clit all the way to my nipples. I gritted my teeth and grunted, gasping for air.

    “Sweet spot!” she said cheerily.

    I began pumping my hips gently as an orgasm almost instantly built. “Oh! I squealed before biting hard to stop from screaming out. I began to snort in small burst of breath whimpering, my hips in constant tiny movements as the hot jet overwhelmed my clit.

    “Oh Honey, you’re cumming aren’t you. So controlled,” she said softly keeping her hand pressed against me holding my lips apart so the water could make full contact.

    My whole body trembled as the orgasm rocked me. I wanted her fingers in me and moved my hips wider hoping she would slip and penetrate me.

    “Oh yeah, you needed this didn’t you?” She asked breathing heavy but maintaining firm contact without touching my inner labia.

    I nodded rapidly, eyes closed and panting. “Oh yes, cumming, cu, u, um, ing,” I grunted in rapid little breaths.

    “I give you credit Honey, I’m pretty sure the boats hear me screaming when Mr. Happy gets me going,” she said never breaking contact with me.

    I convulsed and shook as my orgasm peaked, never letting out the scream of pleasure I wanted to and never getting to feel her inside me. I pushed up raising out of line of the jet, panting and opening my eyes.

    “Holy crap, that’s amazing!” I said looking at her as she released me and

    sat on the edge of my lounge seat smiling at me.

    “Who needs a man when you have Mr. Happy? Am I right?” She asked matter of factly.

    I breathed deeply and nodded.

    “Ok Honey, take a few deep breaths and let’s go again, that was too damn fast, you can’t possibly be satisfied…”

    “What? I am good…” I tried to protest but she grabbed my ankles and lifted my feet off the bench, dropping my ass back down in the stream of the jet.

    Before I knew what was happening, she placed my calves on her shoulders and got on her knees on the end of my lounge seat. Forcing my legs wide with my pussy in the path of the hot jet. She pushed forward and pinned me to the bench. I thought sure she was leaning in to kiss me I closed my eyes, opened my mouth slightly and gasped as the jet hit home again.

    “Oh, oh, please, yes,” I groaned as the wave of pleasure spread.

    She reached down and put a thumb on one side and her pointer finger on the other, exposing my clit again.

    “Please,” I whined hoping for her fingers to enter me. “Oh yes,” I said opening my eyes. “Feels so goooood!”

    She looked at me hungrily. “Mr. Happy, can go all night Leasie.”

    I could still detect a hint of her perfume over the hot tub chemicals, as

    my hips pumped up and down letting the water jet work its magic.

    “Oh God Cynthia… ” I said too loudly.

    “That’s it Leasie, let it out Honey,” she said softly.

    My jaw clinched closed as a high-pitched moan, escaped. “Ohhhhh Yyyyeeesss Cyn, thi, a…”

    My hips gyrated and I lost balance. I threw my right arm around her neck and pulled us together, burying my face into her neck.

    “I’m c, cum. Oh y, yes Cynthia. Yes, yes oh God yes!” I screeched pressing my open mouth against her shoulder to muffle the screams.

    A pulse of pleasure shot through me in convulsive waves from my throbbing clit, like I had never felt before. I tried to pull away from the jet as the orgasm intensified, but she held me there, the relentless jet overwhelming my senses. My hips rocked and her fingers held me open, as I clung too tightly to her, powerless to release my grip as my body spasmed.

    Cumming, cum, ming, oh God please Cynnnth, i, aaaaaaaaaaa!”

    As my endless orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed back into my seat, panting and embarrassed. I looked awkwardly up to her with my calves still on her shoulder.

    “You really had some pent-up passion Leasie. You need to let that out Honey. You still seemed a little reserved.” She said calmly pushing my heels up and wiggling out from between my legs. “That was awesome. I will give you some time to collect yourself Honey. Five AM sharp on the beach if you want to run. I’m going to shower and get some sleep… Night.”

    She had picked up her bikini and wine glass. She tossed the bikini over her shoulder and raised the wine glass like a toast, grinning as she strutted off. I found myself sitting up quickly and staring at her frim beautiful ass as she strutted away.

    Embarrassed, confused and ashamed at my behavior. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. What just happened? Had I blown the greatest career opportunity anyone could have hoped for? I quickly decided to run in, get a shower and get some sleep. I told myself, get a read from her in the morning and decide what to do then.

    When I returned to my room, I could see a light under the door of Cynthia’s room and thought about knocking to apologize but thought better of it. The alcohol was fully kicked in and I could barely walk let alone talk coherently.

    Instead I took a long warm shower, cleaned up and shaved, put on some panties and a mid-thigh pajama T. I ponytailed my hair and was ready for bed. I felt a little more soberer, in control, and yes, a lot less stressed after Mr. Happy did his job.

    I decided to peek out and see if her light was still on. I was still in shock and disbelief of my behavior. I wanted to make sure I had not messed up this opportunity.

    The light was on so I put my ear to the door and could hear her talking to someone on the phone. “Get it done Alfonse, we have got to get back on schedule. I do not want any more Friday night call. This is my me time and I don’t like breaking my no call policy. Let’s go over it one more time and then I have to go!”

    I decided against interrupting and took a stroll out by the pool for one more dose of the ocean air. The hot tub steamed slightly in the moon light. The sound of the waves and the salt air put the perfect ending on the evening.

    When I walked back to the room, I saw the light under her door. I hesitated, leaned against it and could hear a Gossip Girls rerun on the TV. I heard a drawer or door close. I must have paced back and forth between our doors twenty times before deciding to go for it. I knocked way too lightly I was sure, but I heard a loud clear “Leasie.”

    I opened the door, “I’m glad you’re still…”

    “Ah!” she yelled as her body flew instantly from laying naked on the bed to a ball, with her knees to her chin and arms wrapped tightly across her shins. In her right hand a humming six-inch silver dildo hummed away.

    I turned immediately putting my back to her.

    “Oh Fuck, I’m so embarrassed” she said frantically.

    As the hum of the dildo stopped, the realization of the reason she called my name hit me. “I’m so sorry, I knocked and heard you say my name and…” I suddenly froze not knowing what to say. “I’ll just…”

    “It’s ok,” she blurted. “Once again Ms. Carmichael, your timing is impeccable. I was trying to sleep and the thought of your encounter with Mr. Happy got me thinking about my own situation and five months of no man in my life and decided to relieve a little tension of my own.

    “I just keep making things worse. I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the hot tub. I have no idea what got into me. It was completely unprofessional…”

    “I already told you, Professional starts Monday. Everything’s ok, were grown women with needs and no men in our life right now. You got to take the edge off every now and then. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. You can turn around Leasie, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen.” she said calmly.

    I turned and she as stretched out leaning on some pillows fully nude, with her hands at her side on the bed. The silver dildo lay next to her and her legs were straight and slightly spread. Another awkward moment and another decision point. “Walk away, just walk away,” I told myself. I was turning to go when the glimmer of the dildo caught my eye. An opportunity to even the score crossed my mind.

    I’m not sure if the alcohol was to blame, but whatever the cause, I found myself walking toward her without thinking about it. She looked at me smiling apprehensively. Her expression grew more apprehensive with each step.

    I sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the dildo and examined. It was still warm and sticky wet from her using it. I could see a gap in her labia where it had been inserted just moments ago. I turned the base and the hum resumed.

    “These are great, but like Mr. Happy, it’s always a little more satisfying if you’re not doing it yourself,” I said pointing the silver bullet toward the target. “I’ll drive…”

    Her eyes widened as the humming dildo tip touched her wet labia. She let out a whimper and closed her eyes as I gently ran the tip up and down her slit. I could see her juices glistening on the tip as I moved it ever so slowly toward her clit.

    She gasped and jerked as it hit home. “Oh, fuck that feels good Leasie,”

    “Just returning the favor Cynthia, it looks like you have a lot of pent up tension too. Just lay back and enjoy the ride,” I said in a soft sultry voice I did not know I even had.

    “Oh fuuuuccck,” she moaned as I slowly twisted it into her. Aaaaaahhhhh Yyyyeeeesssss, fuck yyyyeeeessss, fuuuuuck me please!

    I could not believe her dirty mouth, and how loud she was getting and more disturbingly how excited I was getting to hear her talk dirty. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter by the second. I have never had thoughts like this about a woman before.

    I began to pump it in and out with increasing speed and she met every thrust with a thrust of her own, shoving the plastic cock in as far in as she could. My fingers were getting soaked with her juices and her scent… The mixture of her natural scent mixed with her special perfume sent tingles straight to my vagina.

    I pulled it out to move to back to her stiff little clit.

    “No, don’t fucking stop! Put that fucking cock back in me please!” she commanded.

    “Trust me Cynthia, I’ve got this. You just lay back and enjoy,” I said pressing the vibrator against her clit. “Just close your eyes and let this little beauty do its thing.

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” she grunted, gyrating her hips, rubbing the vibrator against her clit., OOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK! I’M CUMMING,” She screamed throwing her head back.

    Her hips were moving at an incredible pace. I could only hold the silver dildo still and let her move. She moved like a belly dance, so smoothly but at incredible speed.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yelled “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

    She came in a convulsive spasm of her whole body, pulling away from the dildo when it became too much. As she started to recover, I inserted the tip back inside her and slowly worked it in and out at a slow and steady pace.

    “Oh shit, I needed that,” she panted. “You are right about someone else driving… Wow.”

    I pushed it in as far as it would go holding it at the end with my pointer and thumb wrapped around the base. When It fully inserted, I could feel her soaking wet warm lips touch my thumb and finger.

    Her breathing settled into a slow, steady and deep pattern, matching the pace of the dildo.

    “Thank you Leasie, I feel better now. That did the trick. I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight. That itch has been thoroughly scratched.” she sighed.

    “Has, it really?” I replied shoving the dildo in deep causing her to gasp again. “Sounds like you’re still a little itchy.”

    “Oh God, don’t get me sta, aaaarted again,” She squealed as I drove the dildo home.

    “I still owe you one sweetie,” I said wiggling the dildo inside her.

    After a moment, I pulled it out and for reasons I still don’t fully understand, I wanted to fuck her doggie style with the dildo.

    “Roll over and spread ’em please,” I whispered.

    Her eyes widened, and she rolled over and scooched down to lay flat on her stomach and spread her legs. That incredible ass was front and center with her glistening pink lips peeking out below. I slid down the bed for better access. Sitting up next to her I slid the dildo in my left hand toward her waiting slit. I watched he asshole pucker and her cheeks clinch when the vibrator touched her tender labia.

    I wanted to lean in and kiss that ass but was afraid to cross that line. She moaned and raised her ass ever so slightly with first contact.

    “That’s it, just relax and let Leasie drive,” I said apparently accepting my new nick name.

    I pressed it in watching her lips suction onto the dildo as it penetrated. She whimpered her approval. “You like letting me drive don’t you Cynthia?”

    Her head nodded as it lay on the pillow with her eyes closed. I picked up the pace and she began to pump her hips to the rhythm. When her moans got louder, I pulled it slowly out, pressed the tip against her clit and slowly drug it up her slit, repeating the process. The next time, I continued between those sweet cheeks, tickling her dark pink sphincter. She let out a sigh of pleasure.

    I continued the tease, dragging it from her taint to the top of her perfect ass and then gently tapped her buns with the dildo tip.

    Each time I repeated her hips raised her ass little higher, chasing the dildo.

    “Come and get is Cynthia,” I teased.

    She wined and raised herself up on her knees with her head still on the pillow, forcing that ass high in the air giving full access to her spread pussy.

    “That’s it, let’s see about scratching that itch for you.” I slid it slowly in until my fingers toucher her hot wet lips and wiggled it back out increasing the speed with each thrust.

    “Oo, oo, ooh fu, u, u, ck,” her voice quivered. Fuck me please, I need that fucking cock in me… Oh fuck pound me baby, make me fuck-ing cum!” she growled as I began pounding it in and out.

    “You like it like this don’t you sweetie? Hard and fast?” I said beginning to pant myself.

    My panties were soaking through watching the gorgeous woman offer herself to my so freely.

    “Oh, fuck that’s good Leasie, fuck me with it please! Make me fucking cum again, I need it so fucking bad.” She yelled as she shoved her face in the pillow screaming wildly.

    I was so turned on, I wondered what her hot cum would taste like and wanted to toss the dildo aside and shove my tongue into her steaming pussy. Hearing her talk dirty, made my pussy flow with excitement.

    “Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!” She screamed into the pillow and raised her head. “Pound my fucking pussy Leasie! I am fucking cumming Honey. Oh fuuuuccckkk! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh!”

    The smell of her hot juices made my mouth water and I wanted to taste her but somehow that would cross the line and I was afraid how she would react. Her pussy sloshed as I pounded her with the silver cock. She continued to scream into the pillow, my arm getting tired. I was amazed how long her orgasm seemed to last. Finally, she pulled off and collapsed onto the bed panting.

    I sat there in my soaked panties, holding the dildo as she lay flat and satisfied, eyes closed and breathing deep. I turned off the dildo and starred at her round ass, thinking about touching her and running my fingertips across every inch of her skin. I pictured planting gentle kisses on her back and neck as I stretched out my naked body on hers, feeling her warmth and silky smoothness.

    “Get control Alecia,” I told myself. “You’ve worked too hard to mess this up. You’re drunk and not in your right mind!”

    I looked at her face, content with a slight smile eyes closed and at peace. “Cynthia,” I whispered.

    She just breathed deeply.

    “Are you sleeping?” I asked hopeful for a quiet escape.

    With no response, I slinked off the bed. I noticed I had soaked through my panties and the ass of my night shirt. I stood for a moment looking at her, confused and horny. I thought about the day. Three orgasms and still revved up. I simply could not believe how off track I let myself get.

    As I left her room, the little voice inside was asking, “Why are you taking the dildo Alecia?” Deep down I knew, I was not quite done for the night.

    I sat the dildo on my night stand and removed my panties and night shirt. I climbed in under the covers and grabbed the silver bullet. I held it to my nose and breathed her scent in deeply sending a wave of warmth through me. Without thought I put it to mouth pushing it in.

    The taste was salty sweet, causing me to swirl my tongue around it to savor her flavor. I knew this was a mistake the second the rush of hot wetness washed over me. The taste of her cum pushed everything out of my mind. My fingers dove into my hot wet pussy as her cum flooded my taste buds.

    I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to taste her sticky sweet pussy, feeling her writhe with pleasure as I probed her steamy wetness with my tongue. I removed my fingers and replaced them with the humming dildo that had been inside her only moments earlier. The vibration hit my clit rocking my hips upward.

    “Oh God Cynthia, you taste so good,” I said surrendering to the tingling hum. “You make me so wet. Oooohhhhh you’re making me cum again. Please…”

    I shoved my wet fingers into my mouth sucking my own juices as my clit burst with un believable pleasure for the fourth time. I sucked and whimpered undulating, to the rhythm as I probed myself thinking of her screams of joy as I plunged it into her tight little body.

    I pressed the vibrating tip against my clit as my stiff little pleasure center sent me into a convulsive spasm of ecstasy.

    “Oh God, I’m cumming for you. Aaahhhhhhh! Aaahhhhhhh! Aaahhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I whined as I came for the fourth time.

    I gently sucked the dildo clean, trying to imagine my face buried in her warm sweetness as she came in my mouth. I drifted off to sleep, satisfied from four powerful climaxes, afraid of what she might think sobered up in the morning, excited by the new desires that were awakening in me…

    To definitely be continued…


  • The Knight and the Acolyte Book1, Chapter 4: The Monster’s Lusts

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    Angela and Sophia began their quest, but Angela quickly finds Sophia’s spoiled attitude grating. Everythign changes when a beast, half predatory cat and half tentacle monster, attacks, eager to mate with Angela.

    The Knight and the Acolyte
    Chapter Four: The Monster’s Lust
    By mypenname3000
    Copyright 2015

    Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

    Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

    My heart beat with excitement as we crossed the Merchant’s Bridge over the Melkith River that flowed through the sprawling city of Shesax. Behind us, the Lone Mountain thrust up like a rock spire to pierce the fluffy, white clouds drifting across the sun. Ahead, the sun rose, shining golden light in our eyes.

    The Merchant’s Bridge connected with the K’holene Highway, the great merchant road that led to the mining city of K’hol. I had ridden this very road from my mother’s estates in the Tith Hills the day I came to Shesax to serve in the Temple of the Pure. Beyond K’hol, the road led to Ostian and down south to the Kingdom of Valya.

    I sat sidesaddle on my white mare Purity, a gift from the Temple of the Pure. Knight-Errant Angela rode beside me on her monstrously large, black stallion Midnight. He was the meanest horse I had seen, his hooves stamping hard, his eyes vicious, and his neighs wild. He was a warhorse, trained to kick and bite in battle. He was nothing like my sweet, gentle mare.

    Angela sat stiffly upon her saddle, her face drawn. I knew nothing about her. We had only met last night for her Blessing, and then I was mostly concerned with eating out her pussy—and she did taste delicious—while hoping she would receive an easy Quest.

    She hadn’t.

    We had to slay the dragon Dominari far to the east. Well, okay, she had to. I was just along to provide support. I had no idea why. It was some ancient tradition that Acolytes of the Goddess Saphique would journey with the female Knights Deute on their initiation Quests. It was stupid. I wanted to be back in the temple lounging with a nubile novice. I missed those twins. They had been so cute.

    The city of Shesax was bustling. I was surprised that so many people were awake. The sun had barely risen. Shouldn’t they be asleep for hours more? I tried to never be awake so early, unless I had some stupid duty to attend at the temple. There were so many of them.

    “The city sure is bustling,” I said, trying to start a conversation. “Is something going on?”

    Angela glanced at me, her blue eyes narrowing. She had fiery-red hair that fell about the shining pauldrons of her armor. Her breasts were impressive, cupped by her half-breastplate, and her midriff, left bare, was flat and toned. She wore knee-high boots, covered in armored greaves, but her upper thighs were bare and delicious. A shield hung from her saddle and a sword from her belt.

    “You do not leave the Temple much,” Angela said.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded.

    “Most in Shesax rise before the sun, at least the common folk do. There is much to do, crafts to perform, shops to set up.”

    I blinked. “Oh.”

    Angela muttered beneath her breath.

    “I didn’t catch that?”

    Angela just gave me a sweet, forced smile. I suspected what she muttered wasn’t nice. I gave an imperious huff, lifted my chin, and tossed my light brown hair. Did this woman know who I was? How dare she insult me.

    The crowds parted for us, calling out, “Good luck, sir Knight.” and “May the Gods watch over you on your Quest, sir Knight.” Did any of them care that I was with her. I kept my head held high. I was the daughter of Duchess Catherine of Tith and an Acolyte of Saphique, the Virgin Goddess.

    “Do you plan on riding sidesaddle the entire time?” Angela demanded as we neared the gates of Shesax that opened onto the farmlands that surrounded the city.

    “How else would I ride?” I blinked. “I am a noble woman, not some uncouth peasant. It’s hardly dignified to ride like a man.”

    “And what happens if you have to ride at more than a trot?”

    I rolled my eyes. “Sir Angela, I rode from K’hol to Shesax sidesaddle. It will be fine. And I would prefer if you addressed me as Acolyte Sophia or my Lady. I am the daughter of a duchess.”

    Angela actually laughed. “Out here, you’re more like my squire. My little acolyte that I’m saddled with. I have my doubts if you’ll even be useful.”v

    “I’m plenty useful,” I huffed. “I know magics and have healing potions. You will be thankful of my presence. If not, I will just ride back to the temple.”

    Please, do not be thankful.

    I held my breath as she gave me a considering look. Her blue eyes grew considerate. “No. I need you. You are my witness that I have performed my Quest and keeping you alive is part of the task. I must defend not only the realm, but your pampered ass.”

    I lifted my head and gave another imperious toss. Anger boiled through me. No one had ever talked to me like that. “You are rude and uncouth. How a peasant was ever allowed into the noble Knights Deute, I will not understand?”

    “I’m the daughter of a count,” Angela answered as she heeled her horse through the gate and out of the city.

    “I find that hard to believe,” I muttered as Purity followed after.

    The peasant farmers were already out in their fields. Like the poor commoners of Shesax, they had risen far too early. Dark-brown soil, almost black, was tilled by oxen, donkey, or horses, each pulling a plow while a farmer walked beside, leading the beasts. Children followed in the wake, planting seeds in the fresh furrowed tills. In other fields, weeds were pulled and thrown into wheelbarrows.

    “Such dirty work,” I sighed.

    “Most work is,” Angela answered.

    How did I get stranded with this unpleasant woman?

    The sun rose higher and the day grew warmer. The wind blew, but it carried the foul scent of manure from the fields. I grimaced and wished I had a perfumed handkerchief, a scented pomander, or even a fresh orange to hold to my nose. Sweat gathered on my forehead. I slumped my shoulders. My poor butt was growing sorer and sorer. This was as unpleasant as the first journey.

    “Why don’t we take a break and enjoy a refreshment?” I asked.

    Angela glanced at me. “We’re only an hour from the city? It’s far too early for our midday break.”

    “Midday? Surely we would take a break before them.”

    “We’re on a quest, my Lady,” she sneered. “Not a pleasant ride through the country. And what refreshment do you expect to have here?”

    “Perhaps a sweet wine to help wash away the dust of the trail and a light repast?”

    “You have a waterskin. It’s plenty refreshing.” Angela pulled her own skin and drank water.

    I grabbed mine and frowned. I had noticed it on my saddlebag, but hadn’t realized what it was for. It was a leather bladder with a wooden stopper plugging the opening. I pulled it out and put it to my lips. I frowned. No water came out. I lifted it higher.

    “Give it a squeeze, my Lady.”

    Her tone was so insolent. I squeezed, and warm water flooded my mouth. It was not the refreshment I craved, but it was better than nothing. I lowered the waterskin and capped it. “And what are we eating for our midday meal?”

    “Trail rations.” Angela grinned at me. “A hardy mix of dried fruit and nuts mashed into beef and turned into jerky.”

    I shuddered.

    The journey became quite monotonous. When I traveled with my mother to Shesax to start my novitiate, we had singers to serenade us, servants to care for us. When we grew tired of riding, we would slip into the carriage and eat lemon cakes and sip lavender water.

    I squirmed. My butt ached. My back was sore. The sun was so hot on my brow. I raised the hood of my robe to shade my eyes. I drained my waterskin before noon and my bladder began to grow full, but Angela showed no sign of stopping.

    I decided I wouldn’t show her any discomfort. She rode her horse like nothing was the matter, her back as straight as when we left Shesax. The profile of her face was lovely. She was nobly born to possess such perfect features, and that hair bespoke of foreign blood. It shimmered in the sunlight as it bounced on her armor.

    “What are you looking at?” Angela demanded. “Do I have a speck of dirt on my face.”

    “I…what?” I demanded.

    “You were staring at my face, my Lady.”

    My cheeks burned. I looked ahead. “I was doing no such thing. I was watching the…um…interesting sights.”

    Angela looked to her left. “Right. Because a peasant mucking in the field would interest such a refined lady as yourself.”

    I wanted to scream. But I wouldn’t.

    I was grateful for our midday break. We found shade beneath a chestnut tree. Angela sat on the grass as she chewed on her trail rations. I walked around, letting my legs stretch out, and rubbed my poor, abused bottom.

    Maybe Angela would kiss it better.

    I glanced at her. She took a vicious bite out of her trail ration, almost ripping the poor piece of jerky in half. I glanced at my own. It was brown and beaten thin. And it was hard. I tried to take a small bite. It was salty. I grimaced, but my stomach growled. So I bit harder. I had to work to bite my teeth through the tough food. I may as well be eating leather.

    I chewed on it for a whole minute. It was spiced, and there was a faint trace of nuts and fruits mixed in. I swallowed and ripped off a second bite. Angela had already finished and sipped from her waterskin as she stared out at the sky. I paced as I worked the jerky in my mouth. My eyes kept sliding back to her, studying the slopes of her breasts and the sleek lines of her thighs.

    I haven’t cum once today. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone so long. Certainly not since I joined the Temple of the Pure. An itch flashed through my pussy. I shoved the last of my jerky into my mouth before I leaned against the tree, squeezing my thighs together.

    I let out a sigh as I rubbed my clit. I was skilled at masturbation. I was trained. I could get myself off just by pressing my thighs together. I closed my eyes and let out a second sigh. I pictured Angela kneeling before me.

    I am so sorry for how I treated you, my Lady, she purred, her hands reaching out to rub at my sleek thighs. I humbly beg for your forgiveness.

    I understand. You were overwhelmed by my beauty.

    A flutter of pleasure went through me. I sighed and squirmed. My palms grew damp. I gripped the hem of my white robes. I wanted to lift them up. But there were men around, working the fields, and I couldn’t let them see my naked treasures. I was dedicated to Saphique. No man could ever know my flesh. Only the sweet touch of a woman was permitted.

    My nipples ached as I imagined Angela pushing up my robe, her hands sliding up my thighs. Her breath was warm on my pussy as her teasing fingers neared closer and closer. My pleasure swelled inside me. I squeezed harder on my clit, working my thighs to massage my bud.

    That’s it, I whispered in my imagination. You can apologize with that delicious tongue of yours.

    I bit my lip as my fantasy-Angela licked her tongue through my pussy. Her tongue was lithe, stirring through my folds as she moaned in delight. My fantasy savored the taste of my pussy before her lips wrapped around my clit. I shuddered again, my hips bucking.

    I sucked in my breath.

    Mmm, yes, Angela. Eat my pussy. Put that tongue to use. You’re going to be my little, lesbian slave on our journey.

    Yes, my Lady! I want to worship your pussy. You taste delicious.

    We’ll kiss and suck and love each other all the time, I moaned in my imagination. My clit throbbed. My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled. Whenever I have an itch, you’ll be more than happy to scratch it.

    More than happy, my Lady! I love your pussy! And your sexy body! You’re so beautiful. I love your small breasts and cute nipples. I love your wide eyes and gorgeous smile. And your ass is perfect, just plump enough to grab a hold of.

    “You’re so kind,” I whispered.

    “What?” the real Angela asked.

    “Nothing!” I gasped as my orgasm shuddered through my body. I clenched my teeth as the pleasure burned through me. My juices flooded out, pouring down my thighs. I loved this moment. My fingers balled up my robe as I quivered.

    “Are you sure? You seem in pain,” Angela said, standing up.

    “No, no, I’m fine,” I panted, a big smile crossing my lips. “Mmm, I’m more than fine. I’m ready to get back down the trail.”

    Angela furrowed her eyebrows. “Did you just…” She shook her head. “But you weren’t even touching yourself.”

    I strode to my mare, my body buzzing with pleasure. “Come along. We need to get going.” I climbed up into my saddle and all my good mood evaporated as my poor, sore bottom sat upon the hard saddle.

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    Knight-Errant Angela – K’holene Highway, The Kingdom of Secare

    Sophia was a pampered, soiled, bratty, annoying, whiny, sexy woman. She aggravated me. All she did was complain. When I traveled to Secare, I had a thousand servants to wipe my ass and blow my nose, I imagined her whining. So I expect the same out of you, Sir Angela.

    “I’m a fucking knight, not her wet nurse.”

    “Hmm?” Sophia asked. She had her hood up over her pale face. She was beautiful, with wide, green eyes and when she did smile, it lit up her face. She was petite, wrapped up in a white robe that concealed her figure instead of the diaphanous wraps she had worn in the temple that left her body nearly naked.

    “Nothing,” I answered.

    She licked her lip, her silver tongue piercing flashing. That piecing had felt amazing when she ate my pussy last night. A hot flush went through me. I was mostly used to riding on horseback, but sometimes the rub of the leather saddle on my flesh was exciting. My clit tingled and my pussy grew moist. The moans of all the acolytes echoed in my mind as they masturbated around me, their pussies clenching and squirting their juices on me.

    My thoughts drifted away from them to Kevin. His naked, sculpted form appeared, covered in muscles, his cock thrusting thick and hard before him. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled by him. He always knew how to love me.

    My heart clenched. Pain filled me. How could he doubt my commitment to the Knights Deute? He had called the order’s duty bullshit. He wanted me to quit and become his wife just so I wouldn’t face death. I had misjudged him. I thought he understood me, that he respected me. He should have been proud that I was committed to perform a Quest no knight of the three orders had completed successfully.

    Tears burned at my eyes. I forced them down. I had to be strong. I couldn’t lament over my boyfriend’s insults. And I most certainly couldn’t break down and cry before Sophia. I wouldn’t give the bratty cunt that satisfaction.

    Our shadows grew longer and longer before us as the sun set behind us. “When do we stop for the evening?” moaned Sophia. “Surely we have traveled far enough, Sir Knight.”

    “When we reach Vrex,” I answered. “There’s an inn. We should be there by nightfall, okay.”

    “Fine,” she muttered. “And how long is that?”

    I grit my teeth. “A few hours still, my Lady.” I put all my derision I could into the words. Why had Vivian, the Holy Virgin of Saphique, chosen this whiny brat to be my acolyte. Sophia clearly resented this task foisted on her. I always thought the best acolyte was chosen, one eager to serve her Goddess in this important Quest.

    I gripped the reigns of Midnight. I too was eager to reach Vrex. A day in the saddle was wearing in armor. My lower back ached and my legs were sore. Not as sore as Sophia’s butt. She kept squirming in her saddle, trying to relieve the pressure.

    The village of Vrex appeared ahead, built on a small rise that the highway wrapped around. It was a collection of thatched roofs and whitewashed walls. The only slate roof was the Generous Courtesan, the inn that dominated the center of town. It was a well-kept inn, catering to the traveling merchants and nobility that passed through Vrex to and from the capital.

    “Thank Saphique’s hymen,” Sophia muttered as we left the road onto the cobblestone of the village.

    I arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t think an acolyte of Saphique would blaspheme.”

    A mischievous grin crossed Sophia’s lips; she almost seemed like a real person. “You would be surprised the rules I’ve broken.”

    We reached the inn and a dirty boy took our horses. “Watch out for Midnight’s bite,” I warned. “He can be vicious. But feed him some oats, and he becomes as sweet as a puppy.”

    Sophia dismounted and almost fell over. She groaned as she stretched her back and legs. A loud rumbled erupted from her stomach and she blushed. “I do hope they serve proper food here.”

    “Oh, yes, m’Lady,” grinned the stable boy. “Got the finest food ‘ere. You’ll be burstin’ at the seams once you’ve eat’n the nosh.”

    “Sounds lovely,” muttered Sophia.

    The innkeeper was a round-faced man named Hal and he greeted us properly. I paid for a single room with two beds along with a meal and stables for our horses. I led Sophia out to the inns common room. Her eyes widened. Serving women bustled about as laughing men fondled their breasts and ass, the women giggling back. Men drank tankards of dark beer and ate a rich stew of beef and vegetables. My mouth watered at the smell.

    “This is…different,” Sophia muttered. “When I stayed here with my mother, we rented a private dining space.”

    “That cost coin, my Lady,” I answered, giving her a mocking smile. “And we will need to be miserly with ours.”

    “Yes, yes,” she sighed, and then smiled as a lass of eighteen sauntered up, her dark hair falling down her back in a thick braid and a shy smile on her lips.

    “If it pleases you, m’Lady, I am Delores, and my father, the good innkeeper, has asked me to wait on you this evening.”

    “Perfect,” Sophia purred, licking her lips. “You are just delicious, child.”

    Delores’s cheeks reddened.

    “Thank you, m’Lady.”

    “Do you have a bath?” Sophia asked.

    “Of course. I can attend to you.”

    Sophia nodded. “And do you know how to massage weary flesh?”

    “Massage. No, m’Lady.”

    “I’ll show you.” Sophia gave a wicked grin. “Now, if you would bring us our meal and two glasses of your finest wine.”

    “Ale is fine for me,” I interrupted.

    Sophia wrinkled her nose. “Thank you, sweet child.”

    I frowned at her. Why was she acting so sweet?

    Delores scurried off and returned with a platter: two bowls of the steaming stew, thick slices of brown bread, a heel of butter, and our drinks. She sat it down on our table, then moved behind Sophia’s chair, patiently waiting.

    Sophia sniffed the stew. “It doesn’t actually smell that bad. I guess I’m just so hungry.”

    “Yes, hunger has a way of spicing food, my Lady,” I smiled.

    “Are you ever going to stop with the sarcasm?” Sophia asked. “It is most unbecoming.”

    “I’m sorry to have offended you, my Lady.”

    Sophia shook her head and dug into her stew with a wooden spoon. After a moment, I joined her. It was delicious. I smeared butter on the bread and dipped into the savory stew. The warm food washed away some of the exhaustion of the road. I savored it, washing it down with the strong ale. It had a kick to it.

    Sophia sipped at her wine as she devoured her food. I think she was surprised by how fast she finished. She pushed back the bowl and finished her wine. “More than adequate,” she nodded to Dolores. “Now I am in desperate need of a bath.”

    I ordered a second flagon of ale and sat back in my chair. I nursed it, pondering the dangers ahead of us. Somehow, we had to find the Lesbius Oracle in the dark, unmapped Deorc Forest. It was haunted by Elves and monsters. It could be almost as perilous as our quest itself. And I doubt it would help. I took another sip. Lady Delilah was sure I could accomplish this Quest, but I wasn’t special. Many knights had died already trying to kill Dominari.

    Why should I succeed where they failed?

    Fine. Be a stubborn bitch. Go and die. Throw your life away on this foolish folly.

    Kevin’s words echoed through my mind. The noise of the common room faded. Pain shuddered through me. I took another drink as tears trickled down my cheeks. I had thought I would marry Kevin after my Quest and once we were both knights. I had such romantic ideas about journeying with him, fighting by his side by day and making love to him by night.

    Was he right? Was I just being foolish?

    No. Lady Delilah believed in me. She was a true knight. She wasn’t a coward like Kevin. I slammed down my tankard, spilling some of my ale. “I can do this,” I muttered. I stood up, my armor creaking. “I will do this.”

    “Will do what?” a handsome man at the next table smiled. He looked a little bit like Kevin. His hand reached out, patting my thigh. “Because I have a few ideas about what you can do.”

    I grabbed his thumb and twisted, pulling his hand away from my thigh. He groaned in pain. “Sorry, Sir Knight,” he gasped.

    I could kill the dragon, and getting drunk and crying into my ale wouldn’t help. We had many long days of travel ahead of us. I should get my rest while I have a comfortable mattress to sleep upon. I strode out of the common room and headed up the stairs.

    I threw open the door to the room. “Like this, m’Lady?” Delores asked.

    “Oh, yes, just like that,” moaned Sophia.

    My cheeks reddened. Sophia was naked on her bed, lying on her belly. Her hair was wet and her skin glistened, fresh from her bath. Delores knelt in a thin shift between Sophia’s legs, her hands rubbing at Sophia’s plump butt.

    “Keep kneading,” sighed Sophia. “Massage away all the pain.”

    I shook my head as I began to strip off my armor. Sophia’s green eyes found me, a contented smile on her face. My cheeks grew hotter and an itch formed between my thighs as I undressed, exposing my naked body to her gaze.

    “Keep working those fingers,” Sophia sighed. “Mmm, you are such a sweet thing.”

    “Thank you, m’Lady.”

    “Now work your fingers into my crack. Don’t be afraid.”

    “Okay.” Delores swallowed. Her fingers pushed between Sophia’s butt-cheeks, spreading the plump mounds apart as she worked. “How’s this, m’Lady?”

    “Heavenly,” purred Sophia. “you are doing great.”

    I sank down on my bed, slipping beneath the covers. My nipples were hard and a hot itch burned through my pussy. I bit my lip, squirming as my passions heated up. I tried not to glance over at the next bed, but it was so hard.

    “And don’t be afraid to use your lips,” added Sophia. “Kisses are quite relaxing.”

    “They are?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    Delores glanced at me for a moment, and then she leaned over and planted a kiss right on Sophia’s butt-cheek. Sophia sighed and Delores kissed around Sophia’s cheeks as the girl’s fingers massaged. I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy burned hotter.

    “Don’t forget to kiss between my butt-cheeks.”

    Delores gasped. “But…m’Lady, that’s…”

    “I thought you were here to serve me,” Sophia pouted. “I need your sweet lips to kiss my flesh to relax.”

    “Yes, m’Lady,” she sighed.

    Delores lowered her face, pressing between Sophia’s butt-cheeks. My fingers slid down my body as the young woman nuzzled at Sophia’s sphincter. Sophia moaned in delight, shifting on the bed. Her eyes locked on mine, her smile grew as she saw my hand move beneath my sheets.

    I flushed in embarrassment, but I was so horny. My fingers brushed my shaved pussy lips, gathering the slippery juices before I moved to my clit. I sighed as I rubbed my aching nub with slow circles.

    “Lick lower,” purred Sophia as she spread her legs. “My pussy needs to be massaged.”

    “Yes, m’Lady,” sighed Delores, her own hips shifting.

    The maiden moved lower and pressed her lips against Sophia’s pussy. Sophia gasped in delight, her hips bucking as Delores nuzzled at her pussy. I couldn’t see, but I could hear the maiden’s wet licks as her tongue slid through Sophia’s folds.

    “Do I taste delicious?” Sophia asked.

    “Oh, yes, m’Lady,” purred Delores. “Like the sweetest honey.”

    Sophia moaned in delight as Delores continued pleasuring her. I rubbed harder at my clit, my breath quickening. The sheets slid down, exposing my heaving tits. Sophia’s eyes burned as they locked onto them.

    “I can help you out, Angela,” she moaned. “I think you remember how sweet my tongue was.”

    I froze. “I’m fine, my Lady,” I answered and rolled onto my side, facing away from them. I closed my eyes, the sweet sounds of Delores’s pussy licking and Sophia’s sighs filled my ears. I tried to picture a man’s fingers on my pussy. I pushed three fingers into my depths, fucking them, picturing the handsome man downstairs.

    “Eat my pussy!” gasped Sophia. “That’s it. You little slut. Devour me.”

    I tried to hold onto the fantasy of a man fucking me, of his thick cock slamming into the depths of my pussy, but Sophia’s vulgar words filled my mind. I pictured her hot pussy pressing on my mouth, my tongue licking through her folds.

    “Oh, yes!” moaned Sophia. “I’m gonna cum on your face!”

    My fingers pumped faster, my pussy clenching down on my digits.

    “Yes, yes! You fucking slut! I love it! Work that tongue through my folds. Worship me! Mmm, yes! I’m so glad your father gave you to me! Oh, yes!”

    The heel of my hand ground on my clit.

    “I’m gonna cum on your sweet lips. I want you to drink all my juices.”

    “Yes, my Lady,” I whispered as my orgasm swept over me. I shuddered on the bed. Hot pleasure washed through my body. My pussy spasmed about my fingers. I kept rubbing, sending more waves of bliss crashing through me as I licked my lips, wishing I had Sophia’s juices staining them.

    “Oh, yes! That’s it, slut! I’m cumming! Oh, yes! Saphique’s hymen, yes! You have a delicious mouth! Oh, wow! Oh, damn! By Slata’s cunt, that was perfect.”

    “I’m glad I could please you, m’Lady,” Delores whispered.

    My eyes grew heavy. As Sophia and Delores kissed, I drifted off into sleep. My dreams were passionate. I made love to Sophia while a blood-red dragon watched on. I knew I should fight the dragon, but I just couldn’t stop sixty-nining with Sophia. The dragon approached us, snarling and breathing fire.

    Her jaws snapped, full of sharp teeth, and her long, dagger-like claws scraped across the ground. Massive wings flapped as the dragon loomed over us. I shuddered and came on Sophia’s mouth as I devoured the acolyte’s pussy.

    Dominari would kill us. Her jaws opened.

    I woke up in a sweat. Sophia and Delores were asleep, cuddling on the other bed. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I focused on Lady Delilah’s words. I could do this. I repeated that over and over as I fell back to sleep.

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    Acolyte Sophia – Blath Forest, The Kingdom of Secare

    The second day passed much like the first. My poor bottom grew even sorer and Angela grew ever surlier. The only change to the landscape was the growing shadow on the horizon—Blath Forest. It started out as a green haze around noon, and by the time we reached the town of Mruenz, it loomed before us. I remember the forest as a pleasant diversion on my trip to Shesax, but that was in a train of hundreds of servants and guards.

    It would just be the two of us.

    I found another compliant innkeeper’s daughter to “massage” me. She was plump and delightful, with big, soft tits that I slept upon. While we made love, Angela fingered herself on her side, facing away. I so hoped she would join in. I just knew if I could make her cum a few times, she would lighten up.

    Early the next morning, we entered the Blath Forest. The road wound through the tall pine trees. Thick ferns grew around the base of the trees, forming a barrier that hid anything more than a dozen feet out of sight.

    It was cool, at least. The wind stirred the tall trees. They creaked as they swayed. Pine needles would drift down, spinning through the air before carpeting the road. I let my hood slip off and, for a few minutes, enjoyed myself. Birds chirped above, singing happy songs, almost serenading us like my mother’s entertainers.

    But soon the pain in my bottom returned. It wasn’t as bad today. I was getting used to riding.

    I tried to engage Angela in conversation again as we crossed a babbling brook. “That pool looks so refreshing,” I said, pointing out where a part of the brook filled a small depression, the dark water swirling about in a slow circle. “I have always enjoyed skinny dipping.”

    “This is not a pleasure trip, my Lady,” Angela snapped, her tone dripping venom.

    “I didn’t mean we should stop,” I huffed. “I was merely sharing my joy of swimming and frolicking with a friend.”

    “I doubt you’ll have one of those on this trip, my Lady.”

    “Yes, I am realizing that,” I said, lifting my chin. “You are far too dour to ever have a little bit of fun. You are stiffer than that armor you wear.”

    “Be quiet!” hissed Angela, her head snapping around.

    “I will not be quiet! I have just as much right to speak as you do! So you will listen to—”

    Angela’s face was livid as she whipped her head back around. “Shut your stupid, spoiled mouth. There is something—”

    The monster sprang from the brush. It was tawny, snarling like a giant cat while tentacles writhed from its back. It crashed into Angela and her horse. Midnight neighed in pain while Purity whinnied in terror. My mare bolted. I grasped the reins, bouncing on my saddle. My body shifted. I couldn’t ride this fast. Not sidesaddle.

    “Stop! Purity! Stop!” I yanked back on the reins, but she had clamped her teeth on the bit. She wouldn’t obey. “Purity, you will—”

    I fell off the back of my mare, landing hard on the road. I groaned as I rolled. I looked up in horror down the road. Midnight lay on his side, his legs kicking, bright blood staining his hide. Angela was on her feet, facing the beast. It looked like a large cat bigger than any hunting dog, but there were four tentacles thrusting from the monster’s back.

    Fear clutched my heart and I ran after my mare.

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    Knight-Errant Angela

    The panthopus snarled at me. My horse kicked on the ground, his rear leg lamed by the beast claws. Somehow, the panthopus had gotten its claws beneath the barding and ripped Midnight’s muscles. I could do nothing for my horse as I backed away.

    Panthopuses were dangerous beasts that prowled the Blath Forest. They usually didn’t attack, but it must be mating season. The monsters cock dangled hard between his hind legs, red and covered in spiny protrusions. It needed to mate, and would use any female animal it could. Like many monsters, it was a foul creation of the mad Biomancer Verthan.

    The tentacles slithered out towards me. I swung my sword, but my blade passed right through the tentacles like they weren’t there. The beast could displace itself, making you think it stood a foot farther to the right or left. Its real tentacles, invisible to my eyes, struck the front of my armor. They were slimy and I shuddered. My nipples hardened beneath my breastplate and my cunt grew damp.

    The slime of a panthopus secreted an aphrodisiac.

    “Fuck,” I gasped as I jumped back, my breastplate pulled away, gripped by its tentacles. My backplate fell off, exposing my naked breasts bouncing about, both tits covered in the thick, sweet-smelling slime.

    I licked my lips as I caught a glimpse of the monster’s cock. How wonderful would that feel inside me.

    No. I need to focus.

    The tentacles lashed out. I swung to the right of them, hoping I had guessed correctly. The panthopus tentacles writhed as they dodged out of the way. I had. I grinned, rushing forward. The beast actually stood to the left. Its invisible paws mucked up the ground as it shifted. I stabbed with my sword, hoping to get a killing blow.

    A tentacle wrapped around my vambrace. The panthopus jerked my arm to the side and twisted. I gasped in pain and my hand relaxed. My sword fell to the ground. I reached for my belt knife, but another tentacle wrapped around my other arm, growing tight, infecting me with more lusts.

    “Fuck!” I gasped, shuddering in delight. “Stop this!”

    The panthopus growled as its remaining two tentacles explored my body. They slid up to my naked breasts, the suction cups covering my nipples as the tentacles entwined around my tits. They squeezed and milked, my nipples bursting with excitement.

    “Help!” I shouted as I struggled.

    The panthopus stopped displacing, the image shifting to the right and suddenly the real beast appeared. It licked its chops. I tried to kick, but my legs were too weak. Its rough tongue licked up my leg. My pussy clenched. What would that tongue feel like?

    The monster purred as its tongue slithered closer to my cunt. Its tentacles worked harder on my tits, covering them in more of the wonderful slime. I shuddered and bucked, spreading my legs apart. Its tongue reached my pussy.

    “Yes!” I gasped as it took a lick. His tongue probed into my hole before flicking up and brushing the tip of my clit. Ecstasy burned through me. I shuddered and bucked in delight. Its tentacles squeezed harder at my breasts, my nipples aching in delight as the suction cups worked on them almost like a pair of sucking mouths. “Eat me!”

    The panthopus purred louder as he devoured my pussy. His tongue swirled through my flesh. Its tongue was so much bigger than a human’s, covering huge swaths of my pussy in a single lick. The rough texture excited my flesh. When he brushed my clit, I bucked in delight.

    “Gods, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching.

    I came on the monster’s tongue. Pleasure burned through my body. I gasped and bucked in delight as I was consumed by his passion. My back arched as I howled in delight. The monster buried his tongue deep into my pussy, drinking my juices.

    My excitement spurred the monster to lick me harder. His tongue would dip between my asscheeks and lick at my sphincter before swiping across my pussy. Over and over, faster and faster. I bucked against his tentacles as I moaned in delight. I couldn’t believe how much pleasure I was getting from a monster.

    I should be afraid. If he fucked my pussy, I would bear a litter of the foul things. I didn’t want that. I had to fight, but the pleasure was fantastic. I came again. The bliss hammered my mind, washing away that last fear.

    “Gods, yes! Eat me! Fuck me!”

    I shuddered in his tentacles grasp when he flipped me over. I knelt on the ground, his tentacles moving from my arms to grab my thighs and pull me beneath his body. His soft fur rubbed on my back and his spiny cock nudged at my asscheeks.

    “Fuck me!” I begged, humping my hips. “Ravish me!”

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    Acolyte Sophia

    My sides ached. I slowed to a stop and glanced behind me. Was Angela okay? Why had I run? I was supposed to help her. But the thing had been so terrifying. It had dispatched Angela’s warhorse with a single attack. Fear twisted my stomach.

    I bit my lip, not sure what I should do. I was torn, part of me wanted to run away. But I was the only one that could help Angela.

    But what help could I give her? She was a knight. She had probably killed the monster on her own.

    But I did have divine magic.

    “But what magic could I do to stop a monster.” All the magic I knew was for healing. I could heal her horse. Maybe that would help.

    I heard a woman’s voice on the wind. It sounded like a moan of pain or pleasure. I swallowed. My hands grew dry. What should I do? I chewed on my lip.

    I had to help her. It was my duty. I took a step towards the fight. My body trembled. I took a deep breath and forced myself to take a second step. And a third step. It was so heart. My shoes were so heavy, like they were made of lead instead of leather.

    “This is like all the stories,” I whispered. “The Knights always need their Acolytes to do some clever trick.”

    I took a fourth step. It didn’t grow easier.

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    Knight-Errant Angela

    The monster’s spiny cock slid into the crack of my ass. It brushed my sphincter as the beast humped its hips. It was so eager to fuck me, but it couldn’t seem to find my hole. I arched my hips, my pussy clenching in delight.

    Roaring in frustration, the panthopus thrust its hips. The tip of its spiny cock entered my bowels. I shuddered as hot pleasure shot through me. Purring in triumph, the monster hammered its hips, driving its spiny dick deeper into me.

    “Yes!” I moaned.

    The monster’s cock was covered in these soft, spiny projections. They teased my bowels, adding more pleasure. He sawed in and out, stimulating me. I shuddered beneath him, bucking my hips. His tentacles roamed my body. I groaned in delight as one brushed my pussy lips.

    Hot saliva dripped on my neck as the panthopus’s tongue lolled out. It purred as it fucked me. It’s soft, furry body covered my back, adding a sensuous massage while its sharp claws scraped on my pauldrons.

    “Fuck me!” I gasped. “Fuck my ass! Oh, yes! And shove that tentacle into my pussy! Make me cum, you fucking monster! Oh, yes! I love it!”

    I came as the rubbery tentacle wormed into my pussy. The suckers clung to my sensitive flesh as it worked in and out of my convulsing tunnel. The hot passion rippled through my body. I bucked back into his thrusts, my asshole clamping down on his cock.

    His hips fucked me faster. They slammed that cock in and out of my asshole faster than a man. My body was alive with bliss. I gasped and panted. I savored every inch of his wonderful cock spearing my ass while his tentacle violated my pussy.

    “Yes! You fucking beast! Make me cum again! Don’t ever stop fucking me!”

    The panthopus growled. His thrusts grew harder, more frantic. I shuddered, savoring the build up. He slammed into my asshole. His spines caressed my velvety flesh, shooting pleasure to the bliss bursting through my pussy.

    The monster roared as it came in my ass. Flood after flood of hot, thick spunk filled my ass. I squeezed down on his cock, eager to milk him of every drop. My orgasm exploded through me as his cock with drew, my ass clenching in delight.

    “Yes, yes, that’s what I needed.”

    The beast ripped his tentacle from my pussy. Its cock was still hard. The wet tip slid down my taint and brushed the lips of my pussy. I froze in fear as I remembered what would happen if he came in my pussy.

    “No!” I shouted as it slammed in, my pussy bursting with joy as the spines caressed all the wonderful nerves in my sheath. “Stop fucking me!”

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    Acolyte Sophia

    I rounded a corner in the road and gasped in shock. Angela gasped and moaned as she was violated by the monster. Her armor had been stripped off and the beast was slamming its filthy cock into her pussy over and over.

    “Stop fucking me!” she moaned.

    I shuddered. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around in fear. What should I do? I couldn’t stand by while she was raped. It wasn’t right. No woman deserved that. I was an acolyte of Saphique, charged with defending women’s purity.

    But what could I do against a monster.

    “Oh, gods, yes! So good! But you have to stop! I don’t want to bear a litter of monsters!” moaned Angela! “Oh, Pater’s cock! I’m cumming again!”

    She writhed in joy.

    I had to do something.

    Her sword lay fallen nearby. I swallowed and stepped forward. The monster purred and growled. His tentacles were wrapped around her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. My body trembled. Every step I took, I expected the monster to notice me.

    I reached the sword. I grasped the hilt and picked it up. It wasn’t as heavy as I expected, though it felt unfamiliar. I moved forward. The beasts hips were fucking faster, like it was building to its orgasm. I closed my eyes and stabbed.

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    Knight-Errant Angela

    The panthopus roared in pain and leaped off of me, ripping its cock from my pussy. I shuddered in relief even as the bliss of my orgasm roared through me. I forced myself to stand and face the monster. It swayed, blood pouring from a wound in its side.

    What happened?

    Sophia stood trembling nearby, holding my sword, the tip stained red. I grabbed the blade from her hands and she squeaked in fear. Then I rushed at the wound beast, swinging my blade even as its cum poured from my ass.

    The monster raised its tentacles. I sliced through two. It howled in more pain. I couldn’t let this beast breed with any more women, even fucking the beast felt fantastic. It turned and lunged at me. I caught the raking claws on my arm vambrace as I slammed the sword into its gullet.

    Gurgling, the monster slid dead from my blade.

    “That was amazing!” gasped Sophia and then she ran and hugged me.

    My body still burned with the monster’s aphrodisiac slime, and I put my arm around her and kissed her hard without thought.

    To be continued…


  • Schoolgirl Amanda Learns Discipline Chapter 1

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    Just a note- this story is a little long

    A Prologue

    Coach Jacobs walked silently down the corridor at St. Adalbert’s Catholic high school. During class the halls were as silent as a ghost town, in contrast to the teeming hordes that would flood the space as soon as the bell would ring. The few students who were not in class would swiftly and quietly travel to their destination, usually an area which was designated for students to congregate. While passing an intersecting corridor, the coach noticed a student acting suspiciously. Coach Jacobs silently approached the student and just before reaching him, purposefully made some noise. The student whirled, startled. “C-c-coach “ he stuttered, Coach Jacobs replied “What are you up to?, and what’s that in your hand.”

    Chapter 1
    Amanda Burns hurried down the corridor already late for her next class. A day that had started with such promise was heading downhill fast. She reached her locker, opened it, and grabbed her English book and notebook, slammed the locker shut and headed to class. She saw her best friend Jenny coming her way. “Hey” Amanda said “you were so right Jen, I should have listened. “Well duh” her friend answered “ wait what was I right about?” “That jerk Chad. He’s even worse than you thought.” Amanda replied. “Wait up” Jenny said, as Amanda continued walking fast. Amanda turned and said “I’ll talk to you after school, I’m running late for English class and you know how pissed Mrs. Johnson gets.”

    With that, Amanda hurried off. She was on the track team, in fact she was a sprinter, but if she ran in the corridor there was always a hall monitor to stop you and write you up. Not only would that lead to detention, it would take even more time. The rules in St. Adalbert’s were strict and unforgiving. Order and discipline were to be maintained at all times, rules were to be followed, breaking rules would lead to certain punishment. Things had changed from the “Good Old Days” of corporal punishment, but Sister Catherine, the principal, demanded obedience . When she had started as a teacher, the rod had not been spared and the children were certainly not spoiled. Times had changed and St. Adalbert’s had reluctantly changed with them, somewhat.

    The bell had rung two minutes before Amanda reached the classroom, and the door was locked . “Shit” she thought “I hope the old cow isn’t in a bad mood” as she gently tapped on the door. Mrs. Johnson looked at the door, then continued writing on the blackboard. When she finished, she walked to the door and unlocked it. “Amanda, I’m surprised at you being late like this” she bellowed in a loud, grating voice. “I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson, it’s my fault” Amanda sweetly answered. “Well of course it’s your fault” Mrs. Johnson continued “really if it wasn’t you Amanda, I would have sent you to the principal’s office. I will have to write this up though. You understand it’s not fair to the rest of the class. Now take your seat.”

    Amanda started forward. She thought to herself, if you had just unlocked the door and said nothing then no one would have been bothered. She was headed for an empty seat halfway to the back when Mrs. Johnson’s voice called out “No Amanda, I think under the circumstances you should sit right in the front, so you don’t miss any more.” “Yes Mrs. Johnson” Amanda meekly replied, although her thoughts were decidedly different. She slid into the empty seat and opened her book. She tried to pay attention, but she found herself losing her place as Mrs. Johnson rambled on about Emily Dickinson and her poetry. Amanda found herself wondering if there still was a Mr. Johnson, because she couldn’t imagine anyone living with Mrs. Johnson. She was loud and quite frankly unattractive. She was a tall, stout woman with a beet red face and short, mousy grayish brown hair. She wore orange lipstick and eyeliner and was working on a third chin. Amanda immediately felt bad about her musings, she was normally a very sweet and good girl. It wasn’t charitable to judge someone on their looks and one couldn’t help their shortcomings.

    At that moment there was a knock at the door, which stopped Mrs. Johnson mid sentence. “Drat, what is it now” she muttered as she headed to the door. She opened the door and exchanged some words with the person in the hall. She came back into the room with a slip of paper in her fat fingers and stopped in front of Amanda’s desk. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to today Amanda. But you are to report to Coach Jacobs’ office immediately. Here is your hall pass.” She handed the pass while looking at her quizzically. Amanda took the paper, collected her stuff and headed out of the room.
    As Amanda walked she wondered what this was about. Could someone have found out about what had happened earlier? She couldn’t figure out how, but she thought about earlier in the day. During her free period she had met Chad. He was a senior, captain of the tennis team and really good looking. He had been pursuing her for weeks now and seemed so nice. Jenny had warned her. “I know he’s hot Amanda, but he’s a senior and in this school that doesn’t happen. The caste system in India is more flexible. There’s something wrong about this.” Amanda had known deep down that Jenny was right, but she had ignored the signs and allowed herself to dream. She hadn’t had much experience with boys, and was still a virgin. She had made out, been as far as being fingered by a boy. Amanda had jerked a boy off, but except for one time she had never had a dick in her mouth. And that one time she had only had it in her mouth for a minute as she didn’t like the taste.

    But Chad was so cute Amanda thought, and as he told her, all the older girls were having sex and all he was asking for was a blowjob. She wanted to be his girlfriend so she agreed. They met during their free period. He knew of a classroom that was empty and unlocked, so he brought her there. Chad had just pulled down his pants and pushed Amanda to her knees. He grabbed his dick with one hand and her head with the other. “Suck it Amanda” he said with no feeling in his voice. She opened her mouth and gingerly took the head of his dick in. He roughly thrust to the back of her mouth, making her cough.” Come on Amanda, suck it , move your head up and down.” Amanda gamely did her best. She didn’t like the musky smell of Chad, but she tried to ignore it. She bobbed her head up and down while maintaining suction on Chad’s hardness. On more than one occasion he had pulled her hair or pushed her head down causing her to gag. Finally seeming to tire of the encounter, Chad had pulled his dick out of Amanda’s mouth and held her head with one hand, while he stroked his cock with the other. In a minute Chad groaned and began to shoot his cum all over Amanda’s face. She tried to pull away but Chad held her in place as he shot his load on her face. When he was finished he wiped his dick in her hair and pulled his pants up. “Thanks for the blowjob Amanda” he said with a smirk. He then sauntered over to the door, and without a look back left the classroom. Amanda knelt there stunned. Chad had used her, and discarded her like a piece of garbage. After crying for a little while, Amanda managed to pull herself together. She felt empty as she cleaned the cum off herself.

    Amanda snapped out of her remembrance. She had reached the P.E. department. The gyms, locker rooms, and the coaches offices were located here. Coach Jacobs was not only the softball coach and a health teacher, but also the Dean of Discipline. Amanda headed to the office area and found Coach Jacobs’ office. The door was open , so Amanda peered in. Coach Jacobs waved Amanda in, while talking on the phone. Coach Jacobs studied Amanda. She was the perfect All American Girl. She stood at 5’3” and weighed 104 lbs. She had long, dirty blond hair that was kept in a ponytail and the bluest eyes in the world. Her lower body was muscled though not excessively, due to her running, and her legs and butt were firm and toned. Her breasts under her shirt were small but firm and they stood high on her chest. Amanda had a small snub nose and a delicate pointed chin. Her mouth though small was a petulant rose. The lips were full and red. She was wearing her regulation uniform, a crisp white shirt, a plaid skirt just above the knee, knee high socks and black mary janes.

    “I’ll talk to you later, Something has just come up, or rather just come into my office” Coach Jacobs said into the phone, then seemed to be listening to the reply. Coach Jacobs laughed, a short unpleasant laugh Amanda thought, then said into the phone “Well if things work out more than one and that’s the plan. Goodbye.” The coach hung up the phone and sat back , then just stared at Amanda without saying a word. This went on for a few minutes and Amanda started to feel uneasy. She nervously shifted her feet while standing there. This silence continued for another minute and Amanda didn’t no how long she could take it, when Coach Jacobs’ cleared her throat. “Amanda, I’ve been going over your file” Coach Jacobs said, while indicating a folder on her desk. “Except for that little prank that a few of you freshmen committed last year with the sneezing powder and a small number of times being late you have been a model student. You get good grades, you’re a member of the track team, all in all no issues. Until now. Can you tell me why you’re here?”

    “Well Coach Jacobs, I figured you would tell me” Amanda replied quietly, trying to act natural. The chair the coach was in made a screeching sound as it was pushed backwards. Coach Jacobs rose to her feet and walked around the desk, stopping a couple of feet from Amanda. “Surely you can do better than that Amanda . You’re a smart girl.” Amanda swallowed hard, then said “Well I can’t be sure what it’s about. I know I’ve been written up for a few infractions this month , but-” “Stop your nonsense girl ”Coach Jacobs ordered “if you really don’t know you’re about to find out.” Coach Jacobs walked to the door and closed it. The door had a large glass window in it, but it was covered under a blind. Coach Jacobs then opened up a large armoire that contained a large tv and some fancy video equipment that helped with studying game film. She then pulled a chair in front of the screen. “Sit down Amanda” she said firmly. With her heart in her throat Amanda sat down, while the coach stood behind the chair. Coach Jacobs must have used a remote control as the tv turned on, though the screen was blank. Then the coach hit another button and the screen came to life. The picture was well lit and of decent quality. There on the big screen, no more than three feet in front of her , Amanda watched the flickering image of herself on her knees sucking Chad. “No” she cried out, trying to rise from her seat.

    Coach Jacobs placed her large hand on Amanda’s shoulder and held her in place. “Don’t move, sit and watch” she was ordered. Amanda choked back a sob as she watched the humiliating spectacle replay itself. Obviously Chad had set her up. Not only had he used her, he had someone secretly film it. Tears rolled down her cheeks. On more than one occasion Chad had looked at the direction of the camera and made faces imitating a blowjob, and once while pushing Amanda’s head down hard on his dick had given a thumb’s up. The whole time the video played Coach Jacobs had kept her hand on Amanda, gently squeezing her neck/ shoulder area. Right when Chad pulled out of her mouth the screen went blank. “I think we’ve seen enough, don’t you Amanda?’ the coach said in her deep voice. Amanda couldn’t answer she was so distraught. “I came upon a male student loitering outside a classroom today” Coach Jacobs began “ and it seemed he was filming something with his cellphone. I confiscated his phone and discovered this smut. You, a supposedly decent girl, on your knees sucking a boy’s filthy penis, in a classroom no less. I think now it’s time to call your parents.”

    Amanda felt her world collapsing around her. She would be expelled in disgrace and the whole school would find out. Even worse is what it would do to her parents. Her mother was a good respectable Catholic, and a member of the altar society. It would be even worse for her father. Not only had she always been the apple of his eye, last year he had a heart attack. He had recovered somewhat, but his heart was damaged and something like this could do further damage. Amanda found herself on the verge of hysterics. Great sobs racked her chest and she felt lightheaded. Realizing Amanda was about to lose control, Coach Jacobs dug her left hand hard into Amanda’s shoulder, swiveled the chair around and lightly slapped her in the face. “Stay calm Amanda” the coach hissed. Amanda regained a modicum of control, then began to plead her case.
    “Please Coach Jacobs, don’t tell my parents. My father has a weak heart, this could be bad for him. I don’t care about myself, but it wouldn’t be good for him. Please I beg you.”
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    In her mind, Coach Jacobs was pleased. After this situation had presented itself, she had acted decisively. The student who had filmed it, Mike, as well as Chad, had already been to her office. She had informed them that for now they could remain in school, but any future exploitation of female students, especially younger ones, would be met with the most severe repercussions. “I don’t know if you BOYS realize it, but you committed a federal felony by filming Amanda. She’s only 16. It might be legal to have sex with her, but to film that would be considered child pornography.” Both boys turned white as a sheet hearing that. “In fact , since I have the evidence, what with your fingerprints on your phone with the film in it” she said looking at Mike, “and you obviously knowing you were being filmed with a 16 year old” while addressing Chad “I think you better be on your best behavior, both of you. I wouldn’t tell anyone about this, even a priest in confession, or an envelope might make it to law enforcement. Mike, you may leave.” Mike was out of the room in a shot. Coach Jacobs stood right in front of Chad and stared him down. Even though Chad was normally cocky, he felt intimidated. Though he was 6’2” and an athlete, Coach Jacobs scared him. Everyone called her a dyke, though never to her face. She was almost as tall as he was, but wider. Though she had a decent amount of fat, she had a lot of muscle. Coach Jacobs was wearing a short sleeved athletic department shirt and her arms were muscular. Chad had heard stories that the coach could squat over three hundred pounds. Her hair was black, short and spiky in front and longer in the back- a perfect mullet. He couldn’t meet her stare and looked down. “What’s the matter Chad, intimidated by a female” the coach said. She then quickly reached out and grabbed his balls with one hand through his pants and squeezed so hard he whimpered. “Remember Chad to leave the girls in this school alone or it will be your new cellmate holding these. Now get out.” Coach Jacobs released him and he practically ran out.
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    “Well Amanda “ Coach Jacobs said “your concern for your family is admirable, but you should have thought of that before performing perversions with a boy. However I do sympathize with your situation and perhaps there is a solution.” “Oh thank you Coach Jacobs” Amanda began when she was cut off. “Don’t thank me yet, nothing is decided yet. In the past this school has used some special discipline for difficult cases. However that always included parental approval, which under the circumstances is impossible. Therefore you will have to sign the approval slip for now, with an unbiased witness observing. In the future you will need to get a parent’s signature. How you accomplish that is up to you. And understand this, the punishment is severe, but you must submit to it, no questions asked, no refusals allowed. Do you agree?”

    Though she couldn’t imagine what the punishment could be, Amanda felt it had to be better than breaking her parents’ hearts at the least , as well as ruining her reputation. “I agree Coach Jacobs” she said softly. “Fine Amanda. I’ll be right back” the coach said. She then opened the door and walked out. While waiting, Amanda wondered if she was doing the right thing. Coach Jacobs was making her even more nervous. All the girls said she was a lezzy dyke and Amanda could believe it. She had never had her as her gym teacher, but in freshmen year she had taught health class. Many times girls had felt that she ogled them and Amanda had noticed the coach staring at her more than once. Still for the health of her father if for no other reason Amanda had to do this. She couldn’t live with herself if she damaged his heart due to her immoral behavior.
    At that moment Coach Jacobs reentered the room with a student. Coach Jacobs then closed the door, and unknown to Amanda, locked it as well.

    “Amanda, this is Ellen DeWitt, a fellow student. She has kindly given up some of her time to help with this.” Amanda recognized Ellen in a general way. She knew she was a player on the softball team, she thought Ellen was the catcher. In fact Ellen was an All- American ranked catcher, in the top 20 of the country for high school athletes. It was the perfect position for her . She was 5’6”, but seemed shorter due to her squat build. She had short brown hair, that was kept out of her eyes by a headband, and brown eyes. She had a few freckles by her nose and a mouth with thin lips. She must have come from gym class because she was wearing the regulation uniform – a pair of green shorts with a yellow t-shirt with the school insignia.
    Amanda met her gaze and said “Thanks for helping with this, my name is Amanda and I appreciate you sacrificing your time.” Ellen looked uncomfortable and just nodded. “Well Amanda “ Coach Jacobs said “I suppose you acting properly is better late than never.” The coach then opened a desk drawer and took out some pieces of paper. “Ellen, would you sign this form stating that you are a willing witness to Amanda signing her form voluntarily “ Coach Jacobs said while handing Ellen the paper. Ellen took the paper and signed it. “Now Amanda will you sign this agreement that states you are, of your own free will agreeing to submit to whatever punishment that the Dean of Discipline will set out for you, to punish you for extreme misconduct and to prevent further relapses of your sins.” Amanda signed the paper and handed it to the coach. Coach Jacobs took the forms and placed them in the desk drawer and locked it.

    “Now Amanda it’s time for your punishment to begin. Stand up.” she ordered, her voice stern. Amanda rose to her feet. She had heard the iron in the coach’s voice and began to regret what she had done. The coach had picked up a metal edged ruler from the desk and smacked her hand with it lightly. “In previous years, St. Adalbert’s had maintained a strong corporal punishment component. Due to mollycoddling we have not done so for years, except in special cases. Your case is one. I would use the old formula to determine punishment, except we never considered a proper girl would do such a foul deed. Therefore I must determine it as I see best. I would have given you 30 strokes for your deviancy, but since you are an athlete, no doubt your lower body is developed enough to handle 40.”

    “You can’t mean you’re going to hit me with that ruler Coach Jacobs. I couldn’t take that” Amanda said with horror. “You agreed to the conditions Amanda, now already you are trying to escape the punishment. For that I will add 5 more strokes. Now remove your garments or I will remove them for you, with Ellen’s help.” Realizing that Coach Jacobs meant what she said and that there would be no leniency, Amanda preferred to keep what little dignity she could. Her hand trembling she reached back and unzipped her plaid skirt. She slid it down and stepped out of it. Coach Jacobs took it from her and placed it on the chair. “Now remove your blouse Amanda” Coach Jacobs said, seeming to enjoy the situation. Amanda reached up to her top button, unbuttoned it and worked her way down. When she finished , she removed her blouse and put it down. “Finally take off your panties and brassiere. Though they are thin, they’re still a barrier to punishment.” Amanda knew that arguing wouldn’t help, but only make things worse. Reluctantly Amanda slid her white cotton panties down her legs and removed them. The coach took them from her and placed them on the desk. Though almost naked, Amanda tried to maintain a shred of dignity. She kept her back ramrod straight and held her chin up high with her eyes staring straight ahead. Coach Jacobs noticed Amanda’s posture and made a mental note to humiliate her beyond what she had planned. She would break her, as a filly would be broken. The thought of this caused a cruel smile to the coach. Amanda then reached back and unclasped her brassiere and put it on the desk. Ellen gasped when she saw Amanda’s small, white breasts and their contrasting pink nipples.

    “Now Amanda, stand here behind the desk facing the door.” Amanda moved to where the coach indicated. She stood at the right hand edge of the desk, in front of the drawers. “Now I need you to bend over the desk so that your punishment can begin.” Amanda reluctantly complied, bending at the waist at a ninety degree angle. “Extend your arms out past the edge of the desk. Good. Now Ellen would you be so kind as to take Amanda’s wrists in your hands. Hold them tightly and don’t let her move, even involuntarily. That could ruin my aim and I could hit the wrong spot.” Ellen had taken her wrists firmly and pulled Amanda’s arms taut. Coach Jacobs stood still for a minute savoring the view. Amanda bent at the waist, her arms pulled before her, her thin toned legs with a beautiful treat between them. Her pussy was very pink and neat with just a few wisps of hair showing in this position. Her skin was milky white and seemed flawless. Even bent over, Amanda had kept her chin up defiantly. Well let’s see how long that lasts the coach thought to herself.
    “One more thing Amanda. It would be rude and upsetting to others to hear you cry out in pain. Let me know if you think you need to be gagged.”

    Trying to sound more confident than she felt Amanda replied “I should be okay.” “You should be okay WHO” the coach barked out. “I should be okay Coach Jacobs” Amanda said clearly. The coach smiled as she lined up for her first blow. She had decided to start with Amanda’s legs, feeling she would cope with that best. Coach Jacobs raised her arm and brought the ruler down firmly on Amanda’s right hamstring. Amanda felt a stinging pain, but she managed to stifle a cry. “Oh yes Ellen, would you do me a favor and keep a count aloud so we don’t lose track” the coach said. “Yes Coach Jacobs. That’s one.” Ellen said, her voice sounding hoarse. Amanda looked up at Ellen’s face and saw anticipation and desire, as well as a hint of cruelty. “Two” Ellen said as the ruler smacked Amanda’s left hamstring. Coach Jacobs alternated blows to each leg, giving each ten. She then brought the ruler down ten times on Amanda’s lower back. She was quietly sobbing now, though she had not cried out. She had been unable to keep her head up however and it hung down from her delicate pale neck. Noticing this Coach Jacobs grasped Amanda’s pony tail, and yanked hard bringing Amanda’s head back up. “Keep your head up “ she said “maintain eye contact with Ellen.”

    Amanda looked at Ellen, who now had a smirk on her plain face. So far Amanda had handled the discipline well, but she also knew that Coach Jacobs had been using just a light motion, putting hardly any of her strength into it. In spite of that her legs and back ached from the beating and her calves felt stretched tight from the position she was held in. “You’ve done well so far Amanda. Now let’s continue” the coach said, desire for the young woman creeping into her voice. The coach moved closer to Amanda and placed a hand on her lower back, pushing her torso flush onto the desk. The desk was metal and cold and Amanda felt a chill on her skin. Her small, pink nipples came to life as they were forced against the cold metal. The ruler smacked Amanda’s supple right butt cheek, much harder than any of the previous blows forcing a grunt from her. “I’ve been too gentle” Coach Jacobs said “you can take it. We haven’t come close to your limits yet. But this is just the beginning.”

    “Ellen, what is the count at please?” the coach asked. “That was 31. Sorry Coach Jacobs” Ellen replied having forgotten to speak aloud. She had so been enjoying the spectacle of this stuck up, pretty underclassmen getting hers that for a minute she slacked off. “That’s quite all right Ellen, after all you are volunteering your time. I must think of a proper way to thank you” the coach said. She met the catcher’s eyes and gave a wink. With that Coach Jacobs smacked Amanda’s left cheek as Ellen called out 32. “Look at that Amanda, with your fair skin your posterior is really showing crimson” the coach said. She then put the ruler down and with both hands grabbed then kneaded the flush cheeks. Tears of shame rolled down Amanda’s face as she suffered this new humiliation. Coach Jacobs continued to squeeze the girl’s firm buttocks for another minute, feeling the softness of her skin.

    “Well, let us get back to the job at hand. I believe the count is at 32 Ellen” the coach said, releasing Amanda’s ass and picking up the ruler. “Yes Coach Jacobs, that’s correct” Ellen answered. While the coach had fondled Amanda’s ass, Ellen had moved the position of Amanda’s hands. They were now at a lower height and Ellen then placed them between her meaty thighs right below her groin. She then brought her legs closer trapping Amanda’s hands. Ellen kept her left hand on Amanda’s wrists, and with her right hand reached out and yanked Amanda’s ponytail up hard causing Amanda’s head up higher. “Keep your eyes on mine bitch” she hissed as she began to grind her mound on Amanda’s trapped hands. It was pretty obvious what Ellen was doing, though the coach didn’t acknowledge it. Thwack the ruler sounded as it again connected with Amanda’s pert ass. Coach Jacobs continued to administer punishment. Each blow was becoming harder, though the coach did pause after each to admire her handiwork. She attempted to not hit the same exact spot more than once although due to the size of Amanda’s ass that wasn’t entirely possible. When Ellen’s count reached 40, Coach Jacobs paused longer than before. Ellen however continued her grinding, actually increasing the speed, her breath becoming rapid and uneven.

    The coach then pushed Amanda down hard on the desk again and began to deliver the final blows. Ellen had difficulty speaking as her orgasm neared. She managed to gasp out the count, but after number 44, Ellen let out a moan as she came. Amanda had been looking in her eyes the whole time and she saw Ellen’s face get red as a beet. She then scrunched up her face and closed her eyes, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over her. Amanda could feel the moisture on her hands through the shorts of Ellen, who was sopping by this time.

    “Ellen, if you don’t mind, can you restrain Amanda a bit longer. I would like to rub some balm on her to help the skin heal. She has such lovely skin” Coach Jacobs said.

    Ellen just nodded her head, as she was still catching her breath from her orgasm. The coach had gone to a supply cabinet and removed a container and took off the lid. Amanda noticed that Ellen was staring at her with a strange, almost longing look. When she saw Amanda studying her, Ellen began to lick her lips sensuously, causing Amanda to cast her eyes down. To this, Amanda heard a quiet chuckle from Ellen.

    Coach Jacobs began to rub the balm deep into the reddened skin of Amanda’s sore hamstrings. She worked each leg slowly and firmly, applying a generous amount to her damaged flesh. The coach had a skilled touch and in spite of herself Amanda was soon making little noises of pleasure. When the coach finished her legs she began to apply balm to Amanda’s back. There were a few red crisscross welts on Amanda’s pale flesh where the tough love of Coach Jacobs had landed. She now delivered a healing hand over the marks. “Ok, now I’ve saved the best for last” the coach said to herself as she began to massage Amanda’s tight, toned butt. Coach Jacobs had big hands for a woman and she used that to the best advantage she could. She rubbed each cheek with one hand, squeezing and caressing the youthful chubbies.

    Coach Jacobs then brought her hands to Amanda’s crack and started running her thumbs deep into the cleft. As she did she started grazing Amanda’s asshole which almost caused her to jump. Coach Jacobs continued to tease Amanda’s asshole with one thumb while the other thumb slid lower towards her pussy. When the coach touched her virgin pussy Amanda bucked and squirmed.

    “No please not there. Don’t touch me there please Coach Jacobs, I beg you.” Amanda pleaded. The coach kept tracing Amanda’s slit with her thumb actually increasing her speed.

    “You don’t want me to play with your pretty pussy Amanda. You should have thought about that before acting like a slut with that boy. Now I’m going to do what I want with your sweet young body” the coach said. Coach Jacobs then crouched behind Amanda getting a perfect view of her sex framed by her white legs. The coach used her hands to spread Amanda’s cheeks and thighs. Amanda had a neat narrow pussy. The lips were very pink, with the inner lips recessed inside the outer and all was contained in her mound.

    Amanda could feel the coach blowing on her pussy lightly, her face inches from her sex. Breathing in the fragrant odor of Amanda’s pussy excited Coach Jacobs’ lust more than she thought possible. With a strangled moan Coach Jacobs buried her mouth into Amanda’s pussy. She began kissing Amanda’s pussy lips hard while thrusting her tongue inside her. When Amanda felt the coach begin to kiss her lower lips she began a keening wail. Coach Jacobs reacted swiftly. Her mouth broke contact with Amanda’s pussy as she swiftly stood up. Then her muscular arm reached out and her hand clamped over Amanda’s mouth stifling her wail. Her other hand gripped Amanda’s neck and squeezed just hard enough to give Amanda the message. “I don’t want to choke you Amanda, but stop that. No noise or other resistance is allowed. Either you behave or you have two choices. One- more severe punishment. Two- we call your parents NOW and show them everything. Shake your head yes or no.”

    Amanda nodded her head yes, and felt the reward of Coach Jacobs releasing her neck, although the coach kept her hand firmly on her soft lips. “Ellen, would you release her arms please” the coach asked. When the catcher let her go, Coach Jacobs pulled Amanda erect so that she was standing with her back pressed into the front of the coach. Coach Jacobs kept her right hand over Amanda’s mouth but her left hand roamed over Amanda’s torso until she reached a pink nipple. The coach trapped it between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it rough and hard. After a minute of this the coach moved to Amanda’s other nipple, which she twisted even harder causing an involuntary shudder to Amanda. The nerve endings in Amanda’s nipples seemed to have a direct link to her little puss, as Coach Jacobs’ treatment was making Amanda wet.

    Amanda began to cry as her body started to betray her. The more the coach played with her, the wetter and more turned on she became. Then to Amanda’s horror, the coach began to move her hand lower. First she grazed along Amanda’s ribs with just her fingertips, then down over her tight midsection, pausing at Amanda’s navel when she contacted Amanda’s piercing. It was just a little metal loop ring. When Amanda had turned sixteen, she convinced her skeptical mother to allow the piercing as a reward for her good grades
    Coach Jacobs’ pulled lightly on the ring before her hand continued further.

    Coach Jacobs’ hand brushed along Amanda’s pubic bone on its way to its final destination. When the coach encountered her silky hair, she paused a moment and then let her fingers pull and twist the golden ringlets. Then the coach reached further, her fingertips grazing the top of Amanda’s pussy. As her fingers traveled down the student’s slit the coach felt the girl’s wetness and smiled. Coach Jacobs started to rub the girl’s mound, with her palm against the silky pubic hair and her long fingers gently caressing Amanda’s lips. After a moment the coach inserted the tip of her middle finger into Amanda’s opening while continuing her hand motions. This caused Amanda to start bucking her hips in response.

    “Look at you, you love me playing with your little pussy, don’t you? You are so wet” the coach whispered in Amanda’s ear. The coach then began to kiss and bite Amanda’s tender throat, causing the student to squirm wildly from desire. While this was happening Amanda had kept her eyes tightly shut, as if not seeing what was happening would change things. Her eyes shot open as she felt her A-cup breast engulfed in a warm, wet mouth and teeth gently clamp on her sensitive pink nipple.

    Amanda was horrified to see the top of Ellen’s head beneath her chin, Ellen’s mouth feasting on her breast. Ellen then reached and began to pinch Amanda’s free nipple. Meanwhile the coach continued stroking Amanda’s pink little pussy, sliding her long finger deep until encountering Amanda’s virginal shield. Coach Jacobs pulled her finger back a little, and began to use shorter strokes with her finger to prevent any accidental breakage of Amanda’s hymen. The coach then maneuvered her hand so she could continue finger fucking Amanda while her thumb began to rub against the girl’s swollen clit at the same time. At this time Ellen switched her mouth from Amanda’s left breast to her right, then using her hand to pinch Amanda’s left nipple.

    Amanda’s senses were overloaded from all the sexual pleasure her nerve endings were sending between her pussy and her nipples to her brain, as well as the coach continuing to give her neck love bites. Amanda felt an orgasm coming on and wanted to prevent it, but she was helpless to stop it. Her body began to tremble and shake, starting in her legs and moving upwards until her face was flushed and red. Coach Jacobs’ hand prevented Amanda’s cries of passion from being too loud, but still the pretty student couldn’t control herself. If Coach Jacobs hadn’t been holding her up Amanda would have slid to the floor from the intensity of her orgasm.

    “Hmm Ellen, help me put Amanda on my desk. She seems to be weak in the knees from pleasure” Coach Jacobs said. Together they easily lifted Amanda’s limp body and placed her lying on her back. The coach positioned the sophomore so that her toned tush was at the edge of the desk with her legs hanging down. Coach Jacobs then positioned her chair facing Amanda and sat down.

    “Ellen would you mind helping me” the coach said “when I lift her legs up, can you hold them in the air. This way I can give her wet, little pussy the attention it deserves.” Ellen eagerly seized Amanda’s legs and brought them back near the girl’s small but shapely breasts. This had the added effect of lifting Amanda’s pelvis slightly. Both Ellen and the coach enjoyed the view of Amanda in this position with her legs spread and her wet, pink pussy exposed and defenseless. Her pinkness was framed by her blond pubic hair, which was a lighter shade than the hair on her head.

    Coach Jacobs savored the situation a little longer but her lust won out. She put her face right up to Amanda’s juice covered lips and began to trace their outline with her strong tongue. Amanda reacted as if an electric charge was entering her body. She writhed on the desk while moaning lowly. The coach then reached onto the desk and picked up Amanda’s discarded panties. She stood up and reached out and touched the girl’s cheek.

    “Open your mouth Amanda” she said firmly. When the girl complied, Coach Jacobs stuffed the girl’s own panties in her mouth to muffle her sounds. When Ellen saw this she removed her headband and put it around Amanda’s face over her mouth to secure the panties in place.

    “Good thinking Ellen, that was quite clever of you “ Coach Jacobs said. Ellen basked in the compliment she had received. Ellen positioned Amanda’s feet close to each other so that she could hold them in one strong hand. She then used her free hand to begin tugging her gym shorts and boxers down. When they reached Ellen’ knees, she began to wiggle her legs until they fell to the floor.

    Meanwhile Coach Jacobs had sat back down and resumed her feast of Amanda’s virgin pussy. After running her tongue over her lips for a few minutes, Coach Jacobs moved her tongue to near the top of Amanda’s pussy. Coach Jacobs then began to trace a circle pattern around Amanda’s engorged clit. The coach continued her circling, teasing Amanda but not actually touching her nub. Every so often Coach Jacobs would stop circling and instead deliver a few licks to Amanda’s tasty lips before resuming her teasing of the girl’s clit. During this Ellen continued holding Amanda with one hand while her other hand was buried between her legs, stroking herself.

    After tormenting Amanda’s clit a little longer Coach Jacobs then put her lips over Amanda’s clit and began to suck it. Immediately Amanda began to moan behind her panty gag. Coach Jacobs then began to flick the clit with the tip of her tongue while continuing to suck on it. This caused Amanda to have another massive orgasm. Seeing Amanda cum was enough to push Ellen to her own orgasm, as her fingers stroked her pussy.
    Ellen bit her lip to prevent her own cry.

    Coach Jacobs stood and began to reposition Amanda’s body. While keeping her pelvis at the edge of the desk, the coach slid Amanda’s body so that her neck was at a corner of the desk with no support under her head. This caused her head to hang down, at which time Amanda opened her eyes in alarm. Coach Jacobs cradled Amanda’s head in one hand and first removed the headband and panty gag. She then leaned down and kissed the girl passionately. Amanda found herself responding to the older woman’s kiss and parted her lips allowing Coach Jacobs’ tongue access.

    “Well Amanda, do you like the taste of your pussy on my mouth?” the coach asked breaking the kiss, “because you seem to. Now answer me.” Ashamed of her response Amanda could only nod yes.

    “No Amanda, you have to say it aloud so that we all can hear it” the coach said, enjoying the humiliation she was inflicting on the pretty blond student.

    In a quiet but clear voice Amanda said “I enjoyed the taste of my pussy on your lips Coach Jacobs.” The coach smiled on hearing this.

    “Amanda tell us, did you like when I ate you out, making you cum. Tell me how much you liked it” the coach said.

    “I liked it a lot Coach Jacobs, it felt really good. I never felt anything like that before” Amanda replied choking back a sob as she was forced to admit this.

    “I think you would like it if Ellen would lick your pussy now. I believe Ellen would enjoy that as well” the coach said smiling. Ellen eagerly assented and moved into position between Amanda’s toned legs. She remained standing but bent at the waist to bring her mouth to Amanda’s sex. Ellen buried her tongue in the opening of Amanda while using her knuckle to stimulate the girl’s clit.

    “Now Ellen, you are only to bring Amanda close to orgasm not to give her one. Do you understand?” Coach Jacobs asked. Ellen’s response was muffled due to her tongue remaining inside Amanda. Coach Jacobs then picked up Ellen’s headband. She then lifted Amanda to a sitting position and placed the girl’s hands behind her body. Coach Jacobs looped the headband over Amanda’s wrists until there was no more slack left. She then lowered Amanda down onto her back again. Through all this Ellen had continued eating Amanda, just shifting enough to keep her mouth on Amanda’s treasure. Now with Amanda secured and in place, Coach Jacobs opened a desk drawer and removed a tube of lubricant. She then began to unbutton the fly to her tracksuit pants. The coach moved around the desk until she was behind Ellen.

    “Ellen how does the idea of straddling yourself on Amanda’s face sound. She could then thank you properly for you eating her out” the coach suggested. Ellen very much liked the idea and wasted no time in positioning her wet cunt over Amanda’s mouth. Ellen gripped Amanda’s pony tail and pulled the cute teen’s face to her. Amanda wasn’t happy about this. She had enjoyed having both Coach Jacobs and Ellen lick her pussy, but she so wasn’t a lesbian . She had to admit to herself however that she had never been so turned on in her short life and the orgasms she had experienced had been incredible.

    “Now listen here sophomore” Ellen began “ I just want you to lick my clit. I don’t want you to put your tongue inside me. If you do I’ll squeeze your head with my thighs, understand?” Amanda whispered “Yes”
    Ellen was straddling Amanda, while facing the girl’s head. All Amanda could see from her position was Ellen towering over her. Amanda tentatively stuck out her tongue and gently grazed Ellen’s flesh.

    “Hmm, not so soft, it won’t shatter girl” Ellen ordered “do it harder and faster.” Amanda complied with Ellen’s order and began licking as fast as she could This was obviously more to Ellen’s liking and the stocky catcher began grunting her approval. While this was going on Coach Jacobs positioned her body between Amanda’s creamy white thighs. From her fly she removed her “cock”. It was a purple colored silicon dildo connected to a harness. It was 6” long with a 1 ½” diameter. It was Coach Jacobs’ everyday dildo, as she had been packing since she was 15. The coach applied a generous amount of lube to it and worked it around. Knowing Amanda couldn’t see what she planned gave the coach an adrenaline rush though she remained in control. She began to rub Amanda’s clit with a thumb while inserting the tip of her finger between her lips. After a minute she worked another finger at the opening. With the lube from her fingers as well as Amanda’s considerable juices , Coach Jacobs knew all she had to do was wait for the right moment.

    She continued to rub Amanda’s clit, leading her towards cumming again. Amanda could feel the now familiar feeling starting to build once again and redoubled her efforts to please Ellen. The pressure on her clit continued, taking her to the edge of the precipice. When Ellen yanked her ponytail harder, while also grinding her pussy to her mouth caused Amanda to cum hard. The teen again began thrashing about as the violence of her orgasm also brought Ellen past the point of no return.

    Coach Jacobs had been waiting for this moment. In one swift motion Coach Jacobs drove her purple dildo between Amanda’s pussy lips, through the barrier of her hymen and to the depths of Amanda’s no longer virginal pink pussy. Amanda’s cry of surprise and pain was smothered by the meaty pussy and thighs of Ellen. At that moment Coach Jacobs felt on top of the world. She had “made a woman” of Amanda and nothing could change that she was her first. The coach waited a few minutes allowing the girl to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

    “Ellen please stay as you are for a while, it will help to keep Amanda’s noise to a minimum” the coach said.
    The catcher was enjoying herself and didn’t need to be asked twice. Amanda realized right away that the coach must have used an object to take her virginity. As she felt the blood trickling from her violated pussy, tears rolled from her eyes down her face. The pain had been sharp a minute ago but was already fading to a dull ache. The greater pain was in her heart and mind. The feeling of no control over these actions, that she had no say in this bothered her more. When she had agreed to Coach Jacobs’ terms, she had no idea where it would lead.

    Amanda then felt the coach begin to play with her clit again, arousing Amanda against her will. When Coach Jacobs realized that Amanda’s pussy was again flowing she began to slowly move her hips back and forth. After a few minutes of this Coach Jacobs began to thrust upwards doing her best to connect with the girl’s g-spot. When Amanda’s reaction told the coach she had found the mark the coach began to stimulate the spot. Coach Jacobs began connecting with every thrust, driving her silicon shaft into Amanda’s wet folds.

    “Ellen would you please move, I wish to see Amanda’s face” Coach Jacobs said in a tone that meant it wasn’t a request. The stocky athlete reluctantly disentangled herself from Amanda. Coach Jacobs placed Amanda’s legs on her shoulders and grabbed Amanda’s neck, forcing the girl to look her in the face. The coach continued sliding in and out of the girl’s pinkness, making the girl take all six inches in her tight box.
    Coach Jacobs’ other hand gripped Amanda’s hip, squeezing it hard. The coach saw from Amanda’s breathing she was approaching yet another orgasm so she began making shorter, harder thrusts. As Amanda began to cum, Coach Jacobs withdrew her purple dildo which was slick from Amanda’s juice and Amanda’s pussy started to squirt liquid out in a gush. Coach Jacobs leaned down and forced her mouth onto the girl’s mouth for a long deep kiss.

    Coach Jacobs broke the kiss and pushed the shaft back into Amanda’s trembling pussy and began pounding the girl hard. Amanda was just recovering from cumming when the hard fucking forced a series of orgasms to her battered young pussy. Coach Jacobs pulled out and moved by Amanda’s face. She stuck the purple dildo by Amanda’s mouth.

    “Suck my “cock” clean girl. Lick off all your juice” the coach ordered Amanda, pulling her head up. Amanda reluctantly complied taking the dildo in her mouth and sucking off her juices. She then licked up and down and all around the shaft to clean it. When Coach Jacobs was satisfied with the job, she put her “cock” back in her pants. She helped Amanda sit up and removed the headband, freeing the girls wrists.

    “My look at the time” the coach said “the school day is over. You girls better get dressed and get going.” Ellen dressed quickly, though it took Amanda more time. When she tried to pick up her panties Coach Jacobs stopped her and took them herself. The coach brought them to her face and inhaled the scent of Amanda on them, before putting them in her pocket.

    “Amanda, a little slut like you doesn’t need to wear panties. In fact I forbid it. Just remember today was your first lesson. You have many more to come” Coach Jacobs said with a wicked grin.

    End of Chapter 1


  • Kate and Jo

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    My name is Katherine, Katie to my friends. I’m a PA to a senior director of a large corporation, and have been for many years now. I began as a humble secretary after finishing secretarial college when I was twenty.

    There was a fateful day in my life when everything seemed to change. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was shopping for a new pair of shoes for a party. I stepped backwards away from a rack in a shoe store, and I quite literally bumped into another shopper, doing exactly the same. We both turned around to apologise, the way you do, and I noticed that the other shopper was an attractive girl in her mid to late teens. You often can’t tell how old a teenage girl is; due to the effect make-up has on her facial features. I was buying alcohol and getting into eighteen rated films by the time I was fifteen.

    Unusually for me I got talking to the girl in the store, and we talked about fashions, make-ups, and other ‘girlie’ things. The store was crowded so it took us a while to get served, and I suggested that the two of us get some lunch, simply because I was feeling hungry; I wasn’t trying to pick the girl up; girls weren’t my thing. I was no cheap slapper, unlike some of my friends from secretarial college who would shag anything in a pair of trousers, but I liked to think that I was a red-blooded man eater.

    During the conversation, we introduced ourselves to the other. Her name was Joanna, and she worked in the fast-food bar that was just along the corridor, but she wasn’t particularly happy with the job. She was a little over sixteen and a half, and quite talkative. Although I don’t usually give away my phone numbers to strangers, there was something about Joanna that made me trust her, so we traded phone numbers and arranged to meet up the following weekend, for lunch, after Joanna finished her shift. We duly met up, and we got on like a house on fire, despite the age difference between us.

    One evening, a couple of weeks later, my phone rang, at home, as I was getting all dolled up to go out, and it was Joanna. She’d had a bust-up at work with a colleague, and had been suspended. She was upset and wanted someone to talk to. I was scheduled to go out with a few friends from secretarial college in less than an hour, so I invited Joanna to join us for a drink. I didn’t know why she’d picked me to talk to; perhaps because I was many years older than she was, and I seemed worldly wise by comparison, which I suppose I was. However, if anyone had said that to me, I’d probably have taken it quite badly. It would have made me sound as if I was getting old, and at twenty-five, nearly twenty-six, I didn’t class myself as getting old.

    I directed my taxi driver to Joanna’s place and picked her up, then I took her to the bar where I always met up with the girls, and during the evening, she seemed to cheer up. A work colleague had tried to hit on her, and she had hit him, with a dustpan. A week’s suspension had followed for him for his behaviour, and a two week suspension for her, for what amounted basically to common assault, although she was lucky and he hadn’t wanted to press charges the way he could have. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have been inclined to stand up in front of a magistrate and say, “That little sixteen-year old girl hit me because I tried to get her into my bed and wouldn’t take ‘Piss off, you arrogant shit,’ for an answer!” That was exactly the response that Joanna had given him, word for word, causing a ripple of laughter. She may have had the body of a young lady, and the face of an angel, but Joanna didn’t have the vocabulary to go with either of those; her vocabulary was far closer to vulgar ladette, than to any sort of lady.

    Joanna went back to my place with me after the bar, and we sat, drank what little white wine I had left in my fridge, and talked, into the small hours of the morning. When we walked out to the taxi that Joanna had ordered, I felt as if I’d known her since she was just a little girl. I wasn’t sure why, at the time, but I gave Joanna a twenty pound note to pay for the taxi. She hadn’t asked me for it, but I could spare it on my salary, far easier than I figured she could on hers, which wasn’t very good really. Twenty-six to thirty hours a week on minimum wage, (at the lower rate due to her age,) wasn’t exactly great, was it? Her eyes lit up at the casual way I just gave away a twenty like that.

    After that, we met up a couple of nights a week; sometimes going out for a drink with my friends, going to the cinema, or just sitting in front of my TV with a small bottle of wine and a big pizza. Sometimes we’d go out with what few friends Joanna had, but I didn’t seem to be well received by them; perhaps because of my age, or perhaps because I was monopolising Joanna’s time; we weren’t sure, so we agreed not to do that, and to be honest, Joanna didn’t really seem to miss her friends anyway. Before too long, she wasn’t going home in a taxi on a night; she was staying in my guest bedroom, and I was driving her home in the morning; always after I made her breakfast.

    For the first time in my life, I was starting to develop feelings for another woman; just a slip of a girl really, and at first, I was scared of what it might mean for me. Had I always been a bit bi-sexual, just not realising, or refusing to admit it? Had it taken me that long to find a woman I could love, hoping that she just might love me in return? I’d had very little luck with boyfriends in the previous couple of years, so what did I really have to lose in trying to date a woman? There was little I was willing to do at first, not even try to kiss the shy, yet gorgeous little thing. I was twenty-five and Joanna was still only sixteen, clearly too young for me to try anything on with, and that was only if she returned the feelings I was developing for her, and to fair, I doubted that. She hadn’t given me any indication of having any feelings for me.

    One Monday night, quite late, I was sitting in front of the TV, watching whatever crap was on it, bored half out of my skull, and suddenly there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, so I walked to the door and peered through the peep-hole, rather than open it. Standing on the other side of the front door was Joanna, without so much as a coat, in the pelting rain.

    I opened the door, and she stepped through, looked considerably distraught. I got her into the living room, and, as she was soaked to the skin and shivering, I gave her the glass of cognac I’d only just poured for myself. Joanna knocked that back, coughing as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. Not really being sure of what to do after that, I offered her one of my bathrobes, and suggested that she go into the shower while I got her some clean, dry, clothes out of my wardrobe, which I left on the floor outside the bathroom.

    A few minutes later, Joanna appeared downstairs in my clothes, and I made her a cup of tea. She apologised for being a nuisance, and for arriving at such a late hour. Then she explained why. The previous weekend had been a birthday party for a friend of Joanna’s from work, which had been a pretty good party. Joanna had headed home in a taxi afterwards, having enjoyed herself. The idiot at work who had hit on her a few months earlier was telling everyone how she’d left with him, and boasting that he’d gotten her into bed and popped her cherry. That very morning at work, she’d heard what he’d been saying, and there had been an almighty bust-up, because he was clearly lying. She was quite sober when she left the party and got into her taxi to go home, and she knew that she’d gone home alone, and with her cherry intact.

    That was sexual harassment, and Joanna complained about it to her boss, who didn’t really seem to be concerned about it. Truth be told, Joanna knew that she didn’t get the job due to her qualifications; she hadn’t many of them after all. She got the job because she was eye-candy for the public; she was there simply to draw attention. Joanna knew that she was there to persuade teenage boys and young men to eat at the place she worked, to stare at her, and for no other reason.

    If her boss wasn’t going to take her complaint seriously, then, quite understandably, she didn’t want to keep the job, so she stormed off home, and was intending to quit. Her adopted parents were insisting that she couldn’t just quit, because she clearly couldn’t afford that. She was too young to claim any benefits, so she’d have no wages and therefore she’d have no money, and they couldn’t afford to support her. Lying bastards that they were; they had plenty of money and could easily give her financial support for the following few weeks or months; I would have in their place. My parents had for me in a similar situation. They’d even suggested that I chuck the job if I wasn’t happy in it. I wasn’t happy in it, but I was too proud to quit; too proud to let that bitch beat me. So I stuck at the job, and she quit!

    She started to cry on my shoulder, so I simply held her and let her cry. When she’d finished crying, and I’d dried her tears, I succumbed to the temptation to kiss her, right on those full, shapely, red lips. There was a little gasp of surprise from Joanna and she recoiled slightly from me. Panicked, I released her from my grasp, leaned back, and I can clearly remember sitting there, thinking, “Oh shit! My reputation is going to go right down the…” That was as far as I got before Joanna leaned forward again and planted her lips onto mine.

    I relaxed into the kiss, although it was instantly clear to me that Joanna didn’t have any real idea of how to kiss, and I was genuinely surprised that a beautiful girl like Joanna clearly hadn’t been kissed before. By the time I got to her age, I was on the pill and had been sleeping with my first serious boyfriend for the best part of six months.

    Joanna, on the other hand, was unmistakeably innocent. Clearly, as she was still only sixteen, we couldn’t take it much further, without me breaking the law, so when I found myself reaching for her tits, I pulled my hands back, not expecting that she would have realised what I was doing. However Joanna had noticed and she grabbed my wrists, placing both hands where I had intended to put them. Her tits were quite warm, through the thin cotton blouse she was wearing, firm and full, and they felt nice in my hands; especially as she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel her nipples pressing into the palms of my hands. As one of my ex-boyfriends had said about my own tits, “A nice firm handful to play with.” That was the first time I’d fondled another girl’s tits, but it took me one step closer to understanding men. I realised why blokes enjoy fondling girls’ tits; it feels nice to have a large pair, like Joanna’s in my hands. It’s also nice to know that the owner of them is quite happy letting you feel them. It is a sign that she thinks enough of you, and trusts you enough to permit it.

    Her hands found my tits and began to gently knead them, just the way men had done before, and the way I quite enjoyed. We broke the embrace, and neither of us really wanted to look into the other’s eyes for a while. “I can’t believe I just did that,” said Joanna, with a shy smile, “but I quite enjoyed it.”
    “I’m having much the same thoughts,” I confessed. “I can’t believe that I just did it either, but I also enjoyed it. Does that make us lesbians?”
    “I’ve wondered that for a while, Katie. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way…but…I know that I’m attracted to you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, so I’m not really sure what it means. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, so perhaps I am a lesbian. You’ve had boyfriends, so clearly you can’t be strictly a lesbian. Perhaps you’re a closet bi-sexual, just coming out, for the first time.”
    “I’ve being trying to deny it to myself, but I feel the same way about you.”

    Joanna looked much happier at the confession and said, “That makes me feel a whole lot better, Katie. Can I stay the night, please, because I don’t want to face my parents at the moment?”
    “You can stay as long as you like,” I assured her. “I won’t worry about my home while you’re here, and I’ll give you the spare set of keys, and the alarm code. You won’t steal anything will you?” I asked with a smile on my face, to show that I wasn’t serious.

    She just smiled right back at me and said, “If you thought that I might be a thief, you wouldn’t have made the offer. You know that you can trust me, and you know that I won’t do anything to upset you; don’t you? Besides which, you know where I live! You know where to send the police to have me arrested if anything goes missing. What time will you be home from work tomorrow? I’ll have tea ready for you.”
    “About half past five, but you needn’t make a meal for me.”
    “I want to, to repay you for your kindness.”

    The following evening, after tea, and after we’d washed up, we were standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil in the kettle, and I said to Joanna, “If you don’t want to go back to work, then don’t. My spare room is yours for as long as you want it.”
    “I can’t afford to rent your spare room if I’m not working.”
    “I’m not offering to rent it to you. I know you won’t be able to pay, so I’m offering to give it to you for as long as you need it, while you’re looking for a new job.”
    “No Katie, I couldn’t. I couldn’t sponge off you like that.”
    “Sponge?” I laughed. “You’ve told me that you’re attracted to me, and I’ve told you that I feel the same about you. You’ve grabbed my tits and stuck your tongue into my mouth, and I’ve done the same to you. Obviously we can’t take it any further than that, without me risking arrest and imprisonment for unlawful sex with a minor; assuming that was what you wanted. I feel like a stupid schoolgirl again for the first time in years.” Not really being sure of what to do, I stepped close to Joanna, stared into her lovely green eyes, and wrapped my arms around her. “Girlfriends?” I asked.
    “Yes!” was the emphatic reply, as she put her arms around my waist, and got a firm grip on my arse. “If I’m still your girlfriend when I reach eighteen, I will want you to fuck me. In fact, if you want to fuck me before then, I won’t have you arrested. I’ll share your bed tonight if you’ll let me; I’m willing enough to let you have my cherry.”

    I felt tears in my eyes at that moment; she was offering to sleep with me if I wanted, despite her age. “In that case, I’ll become the provider for myself and my partner. I have no debts,” I told her. “I inherited the house from an uncle, so I own it outright. I traded his car in for something more manageable, and still had some spare cash left. I have a good salary from my employer, and I will willingly support my first girlfriend, quite happily. I had already realised that I’m at my happiest when you are around me, so if you want to stay permanently, then I want you to stay, but no fucking until you’re eighteen; my conscience wouldn’t let me sleep with you until then.”

    She looked into my eyes, whispered, “Thank you Katie; you won’t regret it. I promise you that you won’t,” and just burst into tears again. As she did that, I held her to me, aware of the firm grip she still had on my arse, and I wondered how the fuck I was going to explain to the girls, how, at just turned twenty-six, I had ended up with a sixteen year old girlfriend, who was moving in with me!
    “I know that I won’t regret it, honey,” I all but whispered into her ear as she cried onto the front of my blouse.

    Later that day, I drove her to her parents’ house and we told them a partial truth. We told them that I was going to put her up until she could find a new job. They didn’t like it, and tried to convince her to go back to work, and stay with them. That attempt ended when I put them in their places. “Just because you are too tight to maintain your adopted daughter, don’t tar everyone with the same brush. She’s a good friend to me, and I, at least, will look after her. Do you know why she wants to quit that dead end job? Some twat is claiming to have gotten her drunk and screwed her after a party and a bunch of twats are taking the piss, and you don’t appear to care in the slightest, about the slur on Joanna’s reputation, only being worried about your bloody bank balance!

    You want to make her go back to that job, and you call yourselves parents? If I had parents like you. I’d disown the inconsiderate bastards! I’ll take your daughter in to my home and I’ll and support her if you won’t. She can have my spare room until she’s working again, and can afford to rent herself a flat nearby. I have the money, and I’m willing to spend it on a friend in need. I’ll buy her everything she needs because I can. I’ll pay for her to learn to drive, and I’ll get her a car to drive to interviews, if she hasn’t found work by then. She’ll need a good suit to wear, and I’ll supply her with that too. Why am I going to do this? Because her own bloody parents won’t! Despite her youth, she’s a good friend to me and she’s good company.”

    As Joanna’s adoptive father tried to interrupt me, I sort of ‘stomped’ on him. “I’m not finished yet, you tight fisted bastard! No doubt you’re wondering what I’m going to get out of the arrangement? Jo’s offered to keep house for me; wash, iron, cook and clean. She’s going to be the most expensive house-keeper I can imagine, but I don’t care! She’ll be good company for me, and I’m looking forward to that. I’m single at the moment, after my last boyfriend dumped me for some dirty little trollop with king-sized knockers and knickers like a yo-yo. I wouldn’t get into his bed so he waved bye-bye to me, in favour of some cheap slag he picked up in a bar. She gave him the pox too, and it served him right. In fact, he reminds me of you!”

    We just walked out of the living room and packed all of what Joanna owned, although it took three trips in the car to carry it all. The last thing I did was to give Joanna’s parents my address and landline telephone number, before we left, in case they could be bothered to either ‘phone or visit.

    Neither of us had any real idea of what we were going to do in our new life as lovers. Obviously we couldn’t sleep together, because that was illegal, but we could be happy together anyway. The following morning I went to work after bunging a load of washing in the machine. When I got home, it was dried, ironed and folded, ready to be put away, and I was quite surprised. I hadn’t expected Joanna to have done all of that, and said so.

    She just smiled at me and said, “It wasn’t as if I had a great else to do, Katie. I can’t pay you board money, or pay a share of the domestic bills; you won’t even let me fuck, so I thought that I may as well earn my keep the only way I can; by doing housework. Let me do these things, please; I’ll feel better if you do.”
    “I’m not going to try to stop you, honey, if that’s how you feel, because I’ve always hated ironing.”
    “Good. I’ll be a good wife to you, Katie, I promise I will.”
    “A good wife? You’re only sixteen, Jo, with a lot ahead of you yet. Just because we are attracted to each other, doesn’t mean we’ll be able to make it work out, but I will try my best, and I’m sure you will too. I’ll try my hardest to be a good husband to you. Not that I have the slightest idea how to be, but I will try.”

    We were visited by Joanna’s parents after a few days. There’d been no contact from her, and they accepted that she wasn’t going to move back in, so they came to see her. I suggested that she give them a tour of the house, to see what they would say. They seemed surprised that Joanna and I were sleeping in separate beds. It was clear that they thought I was sleeping with her already, despite her age, and didn’t make much of an effort to hide that fact. We both knew that if things continued the way they were, then it was only a matter of time until that started to happen.

    It was Joanna who put them in their places that time, and she lied through her teeth! She told them I’d taken her in because I was a good friend despite the short time we’d known each other. I didn’t want to see her upset, and she’d volunteered to be my housekeeper, as I had said a few days earlier, to pay her way, seeing as she had no money. She told them we weren’t lovers, which we really weren’t, back then. She pointed to pictures of my ex boyfriends on the shelves, to convince them that girls weren’t my thing, and they believed her. More fool them then; especially if they couldn’t recognise the fact that the girl they’d raised from the age of fourteen months, was lying to their faces with a smile on her lips.

    Less than ten seconds after they got out of the front door, we were kissing in the hall, and for the first time Joanna put her hands up my top and popped my tits out of my half cups, and began to caress them. She was turning me on, and I wanted to stop her doing that, because she was too young for me to have sex with. Normally when a man did that to me, we used to head for my bed, or his, depending on where we were, and we did it rather quickly. I tried to stop her, but she didn’t want to stop, and said, “Then I’ll keep my knickers on, and cross my legs, so no-one can accuse you of that. Let me play with your boobs for a while, baby, they feel so soft, and nice, under my fingers.” What could I say to that?

    So we stayed where we were, like a couple of school kids, kissing and fondling each others’ tits, getting more and more turned on. I almost laughed when I felt Joanna clearly cross her legs as she stood in front of me. We both knew that we were going to have to stop soon, or who knew where it would end. I ended up breaking the embrace, trying not to hurt Joanna’s feelings, and stepped away from her. She took it quite well, knowing what had to be done, and we returned to the living room, and put some popcorn into the microwave, before putting on a movie. All we did after that was exchange the odd kiss, after agreeing not to grope each other’s tits for the rest of the night, and watch the film.

    As we tidied up and went to bed, Joanna said to me, “Goodnight Katie, I love you.” There; one of us had actually said it, and it was out in the open. “I love you too, Joanna,” I replied. “Can we trust ourselves to share a bed do you think?”
    “No, I don’t. We’ll do something silly, and you know we will.”
    “You’re probably right, honey, good night.” We kissed and went to our respective beds, and I think it was the hardest parting I’d done in quite a while.

    Despite living with me, and doing all my domestic chores, Joanna wasn’t keen on asking me for anything, no matter how little it cost. There was a particular Saturday afternoon we’d gone shopping, and I could see her eying up a particularly nice dress. I offered to buy her the dress, but she wouldn’t let me; objecting to my spending a considerable sum of money on a dress for her, so I let it go. I bought her the dress the following Monday on my lunch break, and presented it to her that evening after we’d had our tea. At first she didn’t want to accept it, but seeing as I wasn’t planning on taking it back, she accepted it eventually, and looked very nice in it too. It took me quite a while to convince Joanna that if she saw something she wanted, then all she had to do was say so, and it was very unlikely that I’d refuse to buy it for her.

    For her seventeenth birthday, I paid the fee to get Joanna her provisional driving license, and booked her first twenty lessons with the instructor I learned from. I also added her onto my own insurance, and let her drive my car when we went out together. At first she was too worried about damaging my car to drive it, but as her confidence increased, she permitted herself to drive us around. Along with those, I also gave her a credit card on my own account, even though it took her months to actually put anything on it.

    About four months after Joanna moved in with me, we were out shopping in the centre where Joanna used to work, and I suggested we go into her old workplace and stir up some trouble. My suggestion was, “If the dickhead who claimed that he fucked you is in there, we’ll demonstrate to all there, how much of liar he is.”
    “How are we gonna do that,” Joanna asked me.
    “Easy honey; you stick your tongue down my throat, and both hands up my t-shirt to grab my tits when one of them is looking at us. Demonstrate your lesbianism, and there’ll be lots of piss-taking going on by the time we leave. It’ll ruin his reputation entirely.”

    It took her most of the meal to find the nerve, but, blushing slightly, she did! She leaned across the bench seat to kiss me, and for the first time in quite a while, I got myself vigorously groped in a public place. It made me feel so dirty, and it was great fun. We got banned from the fast food bar for life, but who the fuck even cared? We could see no reason why we would want to go in there again anyway.

    When we got home, I gave the girl I loved something of a reward for her courage. I stripped myself naked from the waist up, the way she’d been pestering me to do me to for a while, and I let her touch, feel and suck my tits, until they were sticky with her saliva, my sensitive nipples were sticking up, and her own blouse and bra were on the floor, and she was all but begging me to suck on her nipples the same way. She was blushing a little because she’d never bared her tits like that for anyone. Going in the school showers after PE didn’t really count, because the girls didn’t really pay a great deal of attention to each others’ tits. Joanna didn’t worry about her tits back then, or so she’d said.

    Given the size they were, she had nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing that the other girls would have taken the piss about, the way they did with girls with smaller tits. Yet she’d never bared them to a lover, who was going to touch, feel and suck them, which was what I was intending to do. If I’d had even a little less willpower, I’d have had her knickers off, and she wouldn’t have even wanted to stop me; feeling as wanton as I did. It was the first time since childhood that I had sucked on a pair of tits as well, and there was something indescribably sexy about doing so. I’d sucked my mother’s as a baby, seeing as that was what they were intended for. My mother insisted on breast-feeding both my brother and myself, because that was what nature intended.

    After we’d both got dressed again I said to her, “If you blush like that before I’ve even got your bra off honey, what are you going to be like when you drop your knickers for me on your birthday, as you’ve said you want to do?”
    “I’ll probably blush even more, at showing you my fanny, but I will drop them for you, and I will let you make love to me, because it is what I want to do.”

    We got to the turned on stage all too often, but with sufficient willpower Joanna reached her eighteenth birthday with her cherry intact, but we both wanted that to change soon after. There was one night, a few weeks before her birthday, after a night out on the town, we got home and she put a hand up my skirt, and, for the first time, quite unmistakably reached for my fanny through the gusset of my knickers. “You know, Katie, I think I’m going to quite enjoy slipping my tongue into this little honeypot. Will you let me lick your fanny tonight, baby?”
    “You’re too young for that.”
    “No Katie, I’m too young to let you stick a strap-on cock into my fanny, if you owned one. I’m not too young to lick yours, or let you lick mine. Please baby; you know I want to lick you out!”

    Her logic was good, and she was right on that score. I’d let my first real boyfriend see and suck my tits at thirteen, and then he started to poke and lick my fanny when I was fourteen. At the same age I’d first started sucking his cock and swallowing his spunk, so did it really make much difference if I licked Joanna’s fanny when she was still sweet, virginal seventeen?

    As long as it didn’t go further than that, then, no of course it didn’t. “Let’s go into the living room, honey, and then you can pull my knickers down and lick my fanny to your heart’s content,” I told her.
    “Will you teach me what I’m supposed to do, to pleasure you?”
    “I’ve never licked a fanny myself, so I’m not really sure.”
    “You’ve had yours licked before though, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me what to do, won’t you. I’ll do what you say.”
    “Perhaps it might be best if I licked yours first, to show you what to do.”

    I didn’t get the chance to use my tongue; I was quickly but gently pressed up against the living room wall, and Joanna quite roughly yanked my knickers down around my ankles for me to step out of. She seemed quite surprised that I had shaved off all my pubes, so my fanny was bald. I’m not really sure how I looked; holding my skirt up out of the way, while directing my seventeen year old girlfriend in the art of fanny licking.

    When Joanna had given me a climax, and it was time for me to return the favour, she stood up and walked across the living room to the couch and lay back on it. Then visibly blushing with a mix of embarrassment and shyness, she hitched her skirt up and pulled her knickers down for me, exposing a triumphant red bush and a tight virginal fanny.

    She invited me to use my fingers on her fanny, to loosen it up for the dildo we were going to buy later on. Her fanny was wet and warm, and oh so tight around my fingers. Joanna’s sense of humour was great, but sometimes she picked the wrong subject. That day, after I’d stuck two fingers into her fanny, she jokingly asked me how long it had been since a partner had begged me to get my knickers off, just to lick me out; rather than actually have sex with me, which she did want to do, and would do when it was legal. I didn’t like the concept that I’d made her beg for anything. I actually apologised if I’d given her that impression. That wasn’t what I wanted her to think. “With the exception of sex before your birthday, I’ll give you anything you can reasonably want. That, I promise you, with all of my heart,” was what I told her that night.

    She asked me for one promise; a nice simple one. “Poke my fanny every night, lover? I’ll lick yours if you do. I want to be ready to be taken on my birthday. I want to be ready for you to enter me that very night, and not get hurt too much.”
    “I’ll do my very best not to hurt you, honey. I’ll be very gentle with you when the time comes; I promise you I will.”

    From then on we did the same virtually every night, yet we didn’t sleep in the same bed. In fact we didn’t do anything in either bedroom together, although we both admitted to poking ourselves during some nights, and imagining that it was the other one doing the poking. We deliberately refused to buy a strap-on dildo until the day of Joanna’s birthday, so there could be no temptation after a night out; or after a night in for that matter. If we had nothing to use to have sex, then we clearly couldn’t have sex.

    Five weeks down the line, after a night out on the town, to celebrate Joanna’s birthday, we arrived home with only one thought on our minds; sex! I was going to claim Joanna’s virginity. We stumbled into my bedroom, literally tearing at each other’s clothes, until we were both entirely naked, and we reached for the double-ended dildo we’d bought especially for the purpose that very afternoon. Joanna had already decided that I was going to be on top; I was going to be the dominant partner, being the one who had a job. The facts that I was nine years older, four inches taller and twenty pounds heavier also had something to do with it. As I looked down at Joanna lying on what had just become our bed, she looked so small and vulnerable. It was a big bed in an equally big bedroom, and it dwarfed her five foot, three inch; size eight, frame.

    I’d never had sex with a woman before and it was a little strange, really burying my face in a hairy fanny and going at it for all I was worth with my tongue. It was also a lot of fun as I listened to Joanna whimpering. She smelled divine, and tasted the same way. I quite quickly realised that I liked the smell of what my first serious boyfriend called, “a dirty little girl.” I suppose he was right about me, too. At the age of fourteen, I was lying on his bed, bra and knickers in my handbag, skirt up around my waist and my blouse open, all of my girlie parts on display, ready to be touched, probed, licked or sucked, and they certainly were.

    I had been a dirty little girl, hadn’t I? Originally, I’d dropped my knickers for him as a Christmas present, and quite enjoyed having my fanny poked, so I continued to let him poke it on a regular basis. I’d been getting my tits out for him for a few months by then already. What would his parents have thought if they’d caught us at it; their sixteen year old son with two fingers in his fourteen year old girlfriend’s fanny on his bed? Let alone what they’d have thought if they’d seen him with his cock in her mouth, never mind actually spunking into her mouth for her to swallow. He wanted to put his cock in my fanny as well, but I wasn’t having that; at fourteen I figured I was too young to screw.

    A few months later I made the mistake of letting him find out that my GP had prescribed me the oral contraceptive pill as a remedy for my headaches, so he figured that it would be safe to have sex me without risk of my becoming pregnant, and began to pester me for sex. I refused, and threatened to dump him if he didn’t stop pestering me.

    I made another mistake by promising him my unprotected fanny on the night of my sixteenth birthday, if we were still together, and on the condition that he gave me a good night out to celebrate. I got plenty of presents and a good night out, and was then taken to his brother’s flat, and shagged over the arm of the settee, because we weren’t allowed to use the bedroom. Not exactly what a teenage virgin should have expected for her first time, but it sufficed for both of us. Inconsiderate twat that he was, he boasted to everyone about what I had agreed to let him do, although if I had known what he was telling people, I may well have reneged on my part of the bargain. I had expected a little discretion, after all! As it was, he got me home a bare five minutes before my midnight deadline, and as everyone found out within a few days, when I got there, I had no knickers on under my short skirt and my fanny was full to overflowing with his spunk. He claimed to be surprised that my parents hadn’t heard the filthy squelching noises from my well-spunked fanny as I walked into the house! He’d had his cock in my mouth as usual, but he wouldn’t spunk there. He said he was saving it all to put in my fanny, and as the boasts said, he spunked in there no less than four times, and apparently I looked so dirty as the spunk trickled out after he’d squirted it into my fanny.

    He’d wanted to me up the arse as well, but with a cock as big as his, I told him that that there was no way in hell he was doing that. I’d been worried enough about its effects on my virginal fanny, and that was designed to have a cock shoved inside it! It didn’t hurt though, and I was thankful for the time and effort he’d lavished on my fanny for the previous eighteen months or so, making sure that I was ready to shag. As I said to him, nature didn’t give me an arsehole to have a cock shoved up it; that was what Mother Nature designed fannies to do! I’d enjoyed my first ever shagging, so as long as I got more pleasure, he could give me a lot more of them.

    Within eight months of that night, I was single again. I went to his little flat to surprise him. I surprised both of them! It was an unpleasant surprise for me too; finding my boyfriend shagging a woman old enough to be his mother, on the living room floor! To make matters worse, he wasn’t wearing a condom, so I had little idea of what he might have given me. I dumped him on the spot, despite his protests of it being the first time, and his pleading and his begging for a second chance. The odds of it being the first time were remote, and I’d have had to have been a fool to believe him. Being a smart girls, I get myself checked out at the local pox-doctor, and and the tender age of sixteen, that was bloody humiliating!

    I liked the unique odour of a wet fanny in front of my nose, and the taste of it on my tongue. She tasted so sweet too! I understood why a fanny was often called a honeypot, because of the sweet taste of fanny-juice. I hadn’t been laid in more than a year and despite having Joanna’s tongue in my fanny every night for the previous few weeks, I was missing the sex. However, seeing as I was living with my girlfriend, I couldn’t cheat on her and go out to get laid. I wouldn’t anyway, because I’ve been cheated on before, and I know how much it hurts. Besides which, I’ve never done a one-night stand, just for the sex. Being licked out was all well and good, but nothing beats a long, hard cock, shoved as far as it will go. Well, I wasn’t going to miss it anymore, even if the cock was made of latex rubber.

    That night, just before we first made love, I promised to be very gentle with the young woman I was about to have sex with. I understood, the way no boy or man ever could, the feelings of anxiety a virgin girl often had. She was wondering about the sensation of having our new rubber cock inserted in her tight, virginal fanny. She saw that it was eight inches in length, and it looked positively huge. She was wondering where it was going to fit within her lower abdomen. Just as I had been many years ago, Joanna was anxious yet excited. She had reached the age where her partner could legally have sex with her, and that was what she wanted. To be fair though, she wasn’t the only anxious one in that bedroom. I was worried that I might unintentionally hurt her, as I pushed the rubber cock inside her.

    After I served Joanna breakfast in bed, I asked her what she wanted for afters. I got what I could only describe as a dirty laugh, and the answer, “I want to suck your boobs and lick your lovely bald fanny of course. Come over here and stick it in my face before you make love to me again.” I was still tired after the last night, but I performed like a good ‘husband’, and gave her another orgasm.

    I knew than, if I didn’t already, that I truly loved that eighteen year old girl. “How are we going to tell your parents,” I asked, later that day.
    “We don’t. I already have.”
    “What did they say?” I wanted to know.
    “They told me that you and I were both little better than perverts, and they disowned me on the spot. That’s why they haven’t been round recently.”

    I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. “I don’t need them anyway, as long as I have you, oh love of my life,” was what Joanna said to me with a lovely smile on her face.

    We discussed how we were going to tell my friends about what we had become. We decided that a demonstration was the order of the day, so the next night out, in our usual club; Joanna planted her mouth onto mine in full view of the entire group, and grabbed a good, double handful of my arse cheeks. There were no shocked gasps, the way I had been expecting. In fact, the only words were, “Right, that’s twenty quid you owe me, Maggie.” Clearly we’d been sussed a while ago, but, much to my surprise, no-one seemed to care that I’d morphed into a muff-diver.

    There was only one question relating to our relationship, and Joanna answered it for me. The question was, “How long have you been shagging this little honey then Katie; six months; a year; or even longer?”
    The answer was, “She’s been, as you put it, ‘shagging me’, morning and night, since my eighteenth birthday, and that was a mere four days ago.”

    Joanna changed her surname by deed poll shortly after her adopted parents disowned her. She didn’t want to keep their name, to remind her of how stupid and hurtful they had been. It took her a while to choose a new name, and I was surprised when she asked my permission to take my surname. We were partners, so we may as well have the same names, even if we couldn’t marry. That brought tears to my eyes, as I realised what it meant. She had promised that she would be a good wife to me, and, like any good wife, she wanted to take my family name. Needless to say, I quite happily gave her my blessing to take my name if she wanted it.

    For her eighteenth birthday, I bought Joanna a convertible Nissan Micra, the glass roofed version, as she’d only just recently passed her test. She liked Micras, seeing as that was what her driving instructor had, and what I owned, and let her drive, so it was what she’d become accustomed to driving. The car wasn’t brand new; an ex-demonstrator, about six months old, but it was still a nice looking car in a metallic dark green, complete with warranty and free servicing. It came out of my inheritance, and when Joanna took the keys from the salesman, the look on her face was worth every penny that car cost me. It was the best birthday present anyone had ever given her, and, as I had come to expect, Joanna cried. When I told her that I wanted to buy her a car, she was expecting something from a corner end used car place; a few hundred quid, maybe a grand at the most. She sure as hell wasn’t expecting what she got! Unfortunately, when she took the keys to the car, she had no insurance. I couldn’t insure it in her name without giving the surprise away. I had to drive it home for her, and then we got her insured to drive it, and I had forgotten just how expensive car insurance could be for the young, inexperienced drivers without any no-claims discount.

    Being adopted, Joanna has no idea about her real family. Had she been taken from them by social services because they couldn’t look after her? Had they given her away voluntarily? Or was she an orphan, with no family? Prior to that day, she told me that I was the only family she needed, and had suggested that in a few years she would like us to adopt a child or two, to create a proper family. She insisted on adopting, rather than fostering, because she wanted us to keep the children for life, rather than just have different children for short times, before they went off to other homes. She wanted to be able to build a proper bond between the two of us and any children we adopted. I quite liked the idea of raising a couple of children the way I would have if I had married and let my husband make me pregnant.

    We classed the name change as our wedding day, and went off on honeymoon to Quebec, in Canada. While we were there, we underwent the Canadian wedding ceremony, even though it isn’t legally binding in this country. I made the hotel reservation at the hotel where I had been a couple of times for a girls’ holiday, and as usual, I had to spell my family name.

    My paternal grandfather was foreign you see. He’d arrived in Britain in 1942, a badly wounded P.O.W. from North Africa. His home was Hamburg, but when the war was over, he had nothing to go home to, seeing as his entire family had been killed by the Royal Air Force. When the war was over, he initiated a search for the nurse who saved his life, intending to thank her properly. A year or so later, they were married, and that is why my family name is Von Falkenhausen. My paternal grandfather had two sons, and taught them both their heritage.

    My father taught me my heritage and his language. My brother wasn’t really interested, thinking it was all old hat. That was why when our uncle died, single and childless, I got everything; the house, the car and all the money, and my dip-shit brother got diddly-squat, and it served him right too! My German is extremely good, I just have an accent. If it wasn’t for that, I could pass for a native. I’m teaching Joanna, too, so that she can participate in the family debates. My father spent a short while in the army, and on his return from a tour of duty in Germany, of all places, he brought a pregnant, disabled wife home with him. That pregnancy was me, and was the death-knell of my father’s army career.

    The meeting between my parents was extremely unusual. My mother stepped onto a road without looking, and my father ran her over in an army-issue Land Rover. Even now, my mother jokes that my father could only get a wife by breaking her legs and knocking her out first. She was paralysed in the accident, and only had good use of one arm, so clearly she couldn’t raise a child too well from her wheelchair. Father got a special reasons discharge from the army, although he was quite happy there, to look after his wife and infant daughter. My parents never denied that both myself and my brother were accidents. Mother wasn’t really able to look after children, so they had decided not to have any. However, when mother fell pregnant, they were left with little choice.

    We haven’t seen hide nor hair of Joanna’s adoptive parents since she told them that we were lovers, and by now it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. It did at the start, but she decided that if they didn’t want anything to do with her, she didn’t want anything to do with them either. She is not any kind of pervert; she is a beautiful, caring young woman, and I love her.

    My own parents are quite understanding about the situation, and make Joanna feel quite welcome whenever we visit them, and they’re always friendly towards her when they visit us.

    It was going to be awkward when I explained things to them, so we went around to see them when we knew my brother would be absent from the family home. When we told them what was happening, my mother propelled her wheelchair over to Joanna, wrapped her up in her embrace and simply said, “Welcome to the family.”

    Joanna cried at that and my mother looked at me for an explanation. “When she told her adopted parents that we were an item, they told her that she was no better than a pervert, and wanted nothing to do with her.”
    “The monsters!” my mother announced. “You’ll always be welcome here young lady, if Katie’s out of the area on business.” That did happen on occasion, unfortunately, due to the job. When my boss went away on business, I often had to go with him, which was the downside of being a highly paid PA. There were times I’d rather not have gone, but I didn’t really have much choice. I’ve been to many foreign lands; America, Japan, Germany, France, and even Russia.

    I was lucky in a way, and my partners never distrusted me while I was away with my boss. I wasn’t going to get up to any infidelity, for two reasons. My boss, at that time, was in his late fifties, (way too old for my tastes), and had a rather attractive boyfriend of his own, many years younger than he was. As I said to Joanna, “I don’t do boys any more, and he’s never done girls, so that reduces the chances of adultery to just about zero,” although she never doubted my commitment to her. Joanna always trusted me to be faithful to her, and I always have been.

    I guess that my parents are just broader minded people, content to accept whoever I love and whoever makes me happy. They’ve even started to jokingly refer to Joanna as my wife. I was a little surprised to hear them invite me to a family meal and instruct me to “bring the wife with you.”

    Joanna was over the moon with that, because it meant that she’d been accepted by my family, in a way that her own either wouldn’t, or couldn’t, accept her. My parents can’t understand Joanna’s parents’ inability to accept her for what she is, because there’s no point in trying to change her. If being in a relationship with another woman is what makes her happy, then let her be happy.

    My brother, who had been making ‘lemon’ jokes, for a few weeks beforehand, was staring daggers at me all night, because he was jealous of the young beauty that was quite willing to share my bed, when the time was right. Then again, considering some of the dogs he’s pulled in his time, it wasn’t exactly any surprise. Some of them were so ugly, the only reason he could possibly want anything to do with them, was that they were dirty slags after casual sex. That was often what I told him he was as well; ‘a dirty little blonde slapper,’ and he is too. He’s always been the sort to chase anything in a skirt, and probably always will. The old joke ‘A fanny and a pulse; and the pulse is entirely optional,’ certainly applies to him, because he will screw literally anything in a skirt, between the ages of sixteen and sixty.

    I hope for his sake that he stays away from Scotland! Even the blokes up there wear skirts more than I do. Whenever I’m in a relationship, I always wear trousers to work, to hide my legs. Joanna has always said that I have the most gorgeous legs she’s ever seen, and she asked me why I hide them from blokes’ eyes. I’ve never really figured out why I do that, but it’s become a way for guys at work to tell that I’m not available, and it’s also an old habit.

    My brother often used the family name as a tool in trying to pull; seeing as it is an old aristocratic name, indicative of breeding, money and influence. Most of the time, it didn’t work. I used other methods. A pretty face, long blonde hair, a nice, shapely arse in a short skirt, and a pair of thirty eight inch tits in a short, tight top, and no bra, were far more effective at grabbing the attentions of the opposite sex, although I never fooled around on the first date. Blokes had to work to get me into bed, but sooner or later, I went, and I had my fun with them. None of them ever complained that I was a poor lay, and neither did my only girlfriend.

    I was never unattractive, but I’m not up to Joanna’s standards of beauty; not that it bothers her. In fact, she doesn’t like the attention she gets because of her looks, and her petite, hourglass figure, but she’s just going to have to accept the fact that she is going to get the attention, whether she likes it or not; what with her forty inch tits in their DD cups, twenty-four inch waist and thirty-eight inch hips; and the fact that she is simply downright, drop-dead, gorgeous. Blokes are going to be attracted to her looks and that is all there is to it, as are a few women as well. Such is the downside to being truly beautiful.

    When Joanna turned twenty-one, I took her shopping for a present suitable for her birthday. I also took her to the local office of social services and we registered ourselves as volunteering to adopt a child. As we’d only been together for three years, they were reluctant, but Joanna gave them a little more to go on. “We’ve actually been together a year and a half longer than that, but we had to sleep in separate beds due to my age. Isn’t four and a half years enough to develop a loving relationship, to raise an abandoned, neglected, or abused child in? I was adopted myself, so I know how it feels to be raised by people who aren’t your own family. When I told them that I was a lesbian, they disowned me, and I intend to do better than that!”

    After almost nineteen months, our names came to the top of the adoption list, and we adopted a little baby girl, Daniela, only a few weeks old. She’d been abandoned by her mother in a hospital car park on a summer’s night, with a note explaining things. Seeing as her mother wasn’t traced, she went into the adoption program, and came to us. Now we are parents, and it still feels a little funny to me. We vowed to ourselves that we would be good parents.

    Danni grew up with us and started to address Joanna as “mummy,” and that was wonderful to hear. Yet again, little Miss. Sensitive Soul broke down into tears when that happened. Obviously, Danni will have to be told the truth at some point, and that’ll be rather hard for us to do, I think, but we’ll have to do it. It’ll only be fair to her after all to tell her the truth; that mummy isn’t mummy.

    Joanna is a first class mother; no doubt about that. She took to the role like a duck to water. Whenever Danni woke up in the middle of the night in need of changing, or wanting feeding, Joanna was there; no complaints, or curses. She wouldn’t let me do anything at times like that; “Get some sleep baby, you’re the worker. I’m the mother of the two of us, and this is my responsibility,” was the sort of thing she’d say to me if I volunteered to help, or take over from her, so I stopped volunteering.

    One day I remember in particular. Joanna was in the shower and Danni started to cry. I did all that I could think of but I couldn’t get her to settle. She didn’t need changing, and she didn’t want feeding, so I was unable to figure out what to do. After a few minutes, Joanna walked into the room and said, “It’s ok baby-kins, mummy’s here now.” By the time she picked Danni out of my arms, and rested her in the crook of her right arm, the screaming baby was silent!

    When little Danni started school, Joanna went back to college and retook the exams she didn’t seem particularly bothered about at school, and didn’t do particularly well at. With motivation and encouragement, her results at the end of the year were substantially better than they were at school, and in between the start and finish of the college year, Joanna broke a couple of hearts because she was spoken for.

    Her A-levels followed, she did well on those too. She wants to go to university soon, and get more qualifications, and meet more people. She didn’t have many friends when I met her, but now she’s doing far better at being outgoing, even if most of her friends from college are noticeably younger than she is. She is the group’s matriarch due to her age, and even she finds that to be funny.


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    anonymous readerReport 

    2011-07-15 00:54:47
    loveeeeeeeeeee it plz write morre

    Anonymous readerReport 

    2010-03-27 03:03:46
    continue with your story

    BackSeat GuyReport 

    2009-02-23 16:07:20
    i see tricky hasnt made a comment yet,but it is stunning, however it is kind of short assuming that you could add a-lot more to it later on,you are just great at these things lol

    fuckinghorny^w^Report 

    2008-12-03 01:16:07
    lol…first coment…….no offence….but to lovely duby in the beggining….i wants harcore pussy eating action >w

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