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Where once there was inner torment, a love blossoms in the garden of Kent.

Off the north-east coast of Kent, England, lies the Isle of Sheppey. A number of dirt roads form a lattice pattern on the harsh lowland to the north of the island where an assortment of one and two storey houses litter the sides of these potholed roads.

In late November the wind howls through the night sucking up the dead leaves from between the shrubbery and the low, ornate brick walls used as dividing boundaries, blasting them into the cold chill of the night.

AnnaLee Bradley let the curtain fall back in place shutting out the bitter sights and rasping scream of the maelstrom outside.

Although only twenty years old her young, oval face carried a certain heaviness of character as though she held rein on her emotions. This was more than compensated by laughter lines and a dimpled chin but highlighted again by sad, dark brown eyes. Eyes that held you encompassed with reflected imagery. A small uptuned nose, a generous mouth with full lips and long, luxuriant, wavy brown hair born on a five foot seven inch curvaceous frame.

A beauty untainted? No. Life had been cruel to this young woman.

Her father had left her mother before she was born and at eighteen she had been raped and sexually abused by the young priest who had taken her virginity as payment for administering the last rites to her dying mother.

AnnaLee had managed to survive on her mother’s life insurance that provided sufficient money to pay the household bills. She had not left the house since the night of her terrifying ordeal and her days were spent cleaning, cooking and writing. She was a prolific writer, self taught and capable of superb prose. She was capable of producing over two thousand words in a day.

No one knew this except AnnaLee. The novels she wrote were never published, because they were never sent to a publisher. They remained, for now, locked within the large writing bureau in the front room.

Her literary genre encompassed erotica, horror and biblical fact.

A part of her mind had blocked out that horrendous night and so, to those who visited the house, she appeared to be a relatively happy young woman.

There were quite a few ‘social do gooders’ within the towns of Minster and Sheerness but none could release the pain that lay within her.

******

Corrin LeFay lived opposite AnnaLee in the same road. She had watched the priest arrive that night. A little while later she’d heard a scream. She’d listened to hours of silence. She’d seen him come out of the house and take something from the car then return inside. Over the next two or three hours nothing had occurred, then she saw him leaving hurriedly, peering furtively up and down the road. He got into his car and drove off in the direction of the church. She had done nothing, said nothing. She too lived alone.

Two women living alone on the same broken and rutted dirt road.

Corrin was twenty-six years old when her husband had been crushed beneath the wheels of a juggernaut that was travelling too fast and on the wrong side of the road. He’d been walking home from the steel foundary in Sheerness where he’d worked as a crane driver. His head had been bent down into a gale force wind.

At thirty-one she’d learned to live with loneliness. Her oval face was unlined and unblemished. She was a typical country woman growing up in a country town that would have been shocked to discover a woman could change inwardly so much in such a short time.

The ten-inch chrome dildo, bought ‘just for a laugh’ at an ‘Anne Summers’ evening party, now lay beneath her pillow and had become her nightly companion. She saw no shame in using its vibrating coolness to satisfy her sexual needs. Life had changed her. The thought of making love to another man, after being with her husband, did not arouse her. She knew her ultimate sexual satisfaction was to make love to another woman. Not just any woman but one who was very much like her. Her mirror image. She lived opposite and she occupied Corrin’s sexual fantasies as the vibrator hummed each night between her bronzed, open legs. Her full figure tensing as the waves of sexual release washed over her.

After her ‘therapy session’ she slept so much easier.

******

During one of these sessions she became conscious of where her fantasy was leading. It gave her an idea as to how she could achieve three things with almost a single action.

Over the next few weeks she prepared for her visit to AnnaLee.

******

The insistent rapping on her front door startled AnnaLee as she sat writing beside her mother’s bureau. She stood up and walked through into the hallway. Passing the hall mirror she managed to primp her hair, making sure that she looked presentable.

She opened the front door but there was no one there. On the porch lay a pie dish. She bent down and picked it up, sniffing closely at the crusty, golden brown, sugary topping.

“Mmmm, apple pie,” she said.

Looking around she could see no one.

‘Strange,’ she thought.

She took the pie indoors and cut a slice. It tasted delicious. She ate the remaining pie over the next few days. She washed the pie dish and left it on the porch. The next day it had gone but in its place was a small brown envelope.

‘Don’t tell me,’ she thought, ‘they’ve left the bill.’

She took the envelope indoors and sat down beside the bureau where she slit open the end with her index finger. Inside was a single sheet of notepaper and on it was neatly handwritten, ‘A robin redbreast in a cage, puts all Heaven in a rage.’

AnnaLee read and re-read this passage over and over in her mind and wondered who knew she was her own prisoner. Someone seemed to care… Someone… But who and Why?

******

Corrin opened the kitchen cupboard and placed the pie dish safely inside. The next phase of her grand design was slightly more complex and required a degree of timing.

Sunday morning rose cold but cheer, a slight breeze blew from the east. Corrin washed, then dressed herself in warm, dark clothes and made her way across the rutted track to AnnaLee’s house. She carried a freshly baked apple pie that she set down on the porch in roughly the spot that the previous pie had occupied. This time she wanted AnnaLee to see who left the pie but not be able to ask her why.

The porch was old and the weathered wooden boards creaked as she got closer to the furthest window to peek inside. Her heartbeat raced as she caught sight of AnnaLee sitting at the writing bureau. Her long brown, wavy hair gleamed from the low sun slanting through the window on the adjacent wall.

Corrin’s heart skipped a beat. For her, time lay suspended. She gazed fixedly at the young girl’s poise and concentration that seemed to create a void into which she stepped. How long she remained in this state she could only imagine.

The rumble from an approaching lorry broke the magical moment she had formed in her mind. She looked into AnnaLee’s eyes.

“Oh, my god,” she said, turning and running from the porch across the street to the sanctitude of her home. She heard AnnaLee open her front door and cry out, then she was inside with the door closed; her breathing laboured from exhileration, success and lack of fitness.

Somehow she knew that AnnaLee would not follow her. She was right.

AnnaLee went back indoors with the second apple pie rather than go across to Corrin and ask her to explain her actions.

******

Once again the clean pie dish was placed on the porch to await its owner, however, this time an envelope was taped to the underside. When Corrin returned home she opened it and read from the single sheet of paper, ‘Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.’

They were communicating. The first step towards her goal had been fairly straightforward. Now came the hard part; the time for reason.

The next morning, dull and drear, saw Corrin standing pensively at AnnaLee’s front door. She took a deep breath and rapped three times. She heard movement from the front room, then footsteps on the wooden flooring drawing ever closer.

The door unlocked and opened.

Corrin spoke first, “I feel that I owe you an explanation. Apologies may come later but I need you to understand that whatever you feel about my intrusion into your life I will leave now and we can forget the incident the other day.”

AnnaLee spoke tersely, “Explain, please.”

“Two years ago, when your mother passed away… I saw the preacher that night. I heard things and did nothing. I am ashamed of my inaction and want to make amends in whatever way I can. Call it guilt… whatever, but would you allow me to talk to you ocassionally. I… I know you enjoy writing but do you like to read as well. I have a small library…”

“Mrs…?”

“LeFay. Corrin LeFay… Call me Corrin.”

“Mrs LeFay… Corrin, I want to thank you for the apple pies but I don’t know what you believe you saw on the night of my mother’s death. Please… I…”

“Don’t shut me out AnnaLee. Whatever you say to me will remain between us. I’m not a social do-gooder. We can help one another. It just needs a step in that direction. I have something to offer… it’s called friendship and I’d like you to take it. Don’t make a decision today. I’ll call again in a few days, ‘bye AnnaLee.”

Corrin smiled and turned to walk away. A hand reached out and held her arm.

“Stay… Please… I’m sorry. I’m not used to visitors and we seem to have… I seem to have… well…”

“Please… It’s me who should apologise.”

“Would you like to come in for a coffee? It’s bitterly cold out here.”

“That would be wonderful, yes.”

AnnaLee stepped back and held the door open for her. As she drew close, Corrin caught the faintest hint of apple blossom fragrance.

“That’s a nice fragrance you’re wearing.”

“It was… my mother’s. Can I take your coat?”

Corrin took off her coat and handed it to AnnaLee who hung it on a coatstand that stood beside the hall mirror.

Corrin had taken great pains over her appearance that morning and wore a light green cardigan over a pale green high necked, cotton dress that fell to just above the knee.

Entering the kitchen Corrin felt she was back at her home. The oil fired boiler beside the back door radiated heat into the room. The warmth created a cosy feeling that pleasantly combined with the other pine kitchen furniture.

Corrin took a seat at the kitchen table while AnnaLee filled the kettle.

“Do you mind if I ask how you spend your day, besides the obvious cooking and cleaning that’s the bane of my life as well?” asked Corrin.

“I listen to the radio a good deal… and do some reading from mother’s collection of classic books.”

“And…?” prompted Corrin.

“Not a lot more really.”

“So writing doesn’t take up any of your time?”

“Oh, I forgot; the startled face at the window watching me.” Smiling, she looked over her shoulder. “Well… yes, I do write the occassional story… for my own amusement, you understand.”

“What do you write about… when the mood takes you?” asked Corrin, still probing.

The ululating shrill from the kettle interrupted their conversation and as she busied herself AnnaLee said, “General fiction… you know… romance. I write about people and their everyday lives and loves. What about you, Corrin, what do you do all day in that big house opposite, besides baking such delicious apple pies…”

“Well, like you, time can hang heavily… sometimes. As you know I lost my husband five years ago. Since then I’ve not really needed anyone else’s help or company. So, I only go out when it’s absolutely essential. Solitude brings it’s own routine in my life. It’s generally one that some might describe as boring. But I’ve found that rituals can be a way of holding onto one’s sanity… or stability. When nothing else was there to take it’s place I seemed to drift from one day to the next, not knowing in what direction to go or what to do next.” Corrin picked up the mug that had been placed before her and sipped the hot coffee. “Mmmm,” she said, “that’s nice.”

“When you say you have a daily routine, what does that generally involve?” asked AnnaLee, nonchalantly, sitting down and sipping her own drink.

“Each morning around six o’clock I get up and shower. I like to linger in the shower. To feel really clean. I’m usually dressed and have made the bed by six-thirty. I have a plain breakfast made up of cereal, toast and coffee. Housework and some decorating usually take up the rest of the morning. Some days it’s cooking that takes my time. Jack, my husband, used to say that he only lived for my cooking… Like you, I listen to the radio. Oh, and occassionally I’ll sit crocheting just listening to the music. By ten o’clock it’s time for bed, though I don’t usually fall asleep till ten-thirty.”

“How come?”

“Well… you know. Things to do… A woman’s needs. Just because there’s no man about doesn’t mean that we have to go short. Surely you have needs too?”

” I… I don’t… well I’ve never thought to… My writing usually fulfills me…”

“Sure, I can understand your writing fulfilling your spiritual needs but physical needs are entirely different?”

“It’s getting rather hot in here,” said AnnaLee, taking off her dark blue woollen jumper. “Let’s go through into the lounge.” They stood up and walked through the kitchen door into the hallway then through another doorway, into the lounge. They sat together on a large, comfortable, fawn fabric sofa that had seen better days.

AnnaLee’s curiosity had been aroused and when she asked Corrin how many times a week she satisfied her needs, then Corrin knew she had a subject that she could talk about for hours.

“Every night,” she divulged.

“Every night? Wow, that must take a lot of stamina? How do you get aroused? Do you play with anything or just use your fingers?” she questioned, like an excited teenager. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. Too many personal questions. We hardly know one another and here I am asking you how you make love to yourself.”

“Asking me or finding out for yourself, AnnaLee?”

“I… I don’t understand…” she sounded nonplussed.

“Well, you can only be, what, twenty years old and as far as I’m aware you’ve not had a lover for the past two years which would make you around eighteen when you…” her voice trailed off as she realised her mistake. AnnaLee’s face crumpled, her tears came easily.

“Go,” she sobbed, “please go.”

“No, AnnaLee, I’ll not go. I’m sorry for my clumsiness. When you said nothing happened that night I believed you. But something terrible did happen to you and not talking about it will only increase the pain. Talk to me, please,” she coaxed. “Telling me will halve your burden. Trust me. I’ve told you about my most personal life. I trust you not to tell anyone else. Put your trust in me. What happened that night your mother died?”

She wept, “I… I can’t. It’s too horrible… to put… into words.”

Corrin leant across clasping AnnaLee’s hands. She got up, drawing AnnaLee with her. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds then Corrin hugged her closely whispering, “It’s okay to cry AnnaLee.” Tears came into Corrin’s eyes. “Let it out, honey. I’m here for you. I think I understand. No one was there for me either when Jack died.”

For the next few minutes Corrin was aware only of her own tears, her own breasts rising and falling against AnnaLee’s. The apple blossom scent filled her nostrils, comforting her. They clung together.

Soon the tears subsided and they regained some of their composure.

In a very dispassionate tone and still clinging onto Corrin as if she needed her strength, AnnaLee recounted the events of that evening. As the story became sexual so too did the anger and vulgarity with which she described what took place.

“I knew when the time had come for my mother to receive the priest. I telephoned him and he said he would be right over. The church was only a few minutes drive away and it was not long before I heard a knock on the front door. It was dark ouside and as he too wore dark clergyman’s clothing the hall light lit up his face like a beacon. It was a face that reminded me of an actor I had seen in a film a few month’s previously… A young, wild looking Jack Nicholson, if you can remember ‘The Shining.’

“After the priest had administered the last rites to my mother he came up behind me. The first I knew of his intentions came as he lifted the hem of my velvet dress. His soft hands travelled quickly up the backs of my bare legs onto my thighs. “No,” I cried, twisting around. That’s when he hit me across my face. I screamed out in terror and fell on my stomach onto the bed where my dead mother lay. He grabbed at my legs and my dress was thrown up over my face. My legs were forced apart. My thin cotton panties ripped away. He pulled me towards him. I knew what would happen and braced myself for his hardness to force it’s way into me but as I felt the tip of his cock touch my sensitive lips it was wet. He had used his saliva to lubricate access to my virginity. There was a slight hesitation as his cock came up against my hymen, then he was rampant against my warm backside. His balls slapped against me as he enjoyed his power over me.

“I held onto my dead mother’s hand for comfort and cried in anger and in anguish. My sobbing muffled beneath the heavy, velvet dress over my head.

“I felt his cock swell up and his urgent pounding increase in tempo as his seed exploded into me. I heard him cry out in relief as his throbbing manhood pulsed into my tortured body. He continued thrusting, using his strong hands around my narrow waist to pull me against him. Once his sexual urge had eventually subsided he withdrew and bound my hands in front of me using my torn panties, then slowly he stripped away my remaining clothing. My bra he used to tie my ankles together and tore a strip of fabric from my dress with which to gag me.

“I remained on my stomach where he’d raped me, his seed oozing from my vagina. He picked me up and carried me across his shoulders into my bedroom where he flung me onto the bed face down, tying my wrists to the forged steel and brass headboard, then he left the room. I heard a stream of urine hitting the pan in the toilet. Silence. The toilet flushed. Silence, deafening silence.

“He came back into the bedroom and I heard the rustling of fabric as though he was undressing. When he came up behind me he raised me up and pushed me towards the headboard so that I was forced head down onto my pillow with my buttocks pointing up to the ceiling. He used his rigid member to wipe the oozing semen from my vagina around my tiny anus and plunge forcefully deep into my arse. I grunted and groaned with the pain and indignity of this violation to my body but what could I do? I was helpless.

“Each groan from me seemed to incite his movements into me more forcefully. At sometime during my bodies defilement my mind slipped into a stupor, a trance-like state that seemed to separate my body and mind from what each was experiencing. I didn’t feel his white fluid flow into my bowels, neither did I realise that he had untied my hands from the headboard or released my gag and been lifted into the bathroom. It was the warm stinging spray from the shower that brought me to my senses. His hands moved over my soft skin as he washed away the sweat and body fluids. He flung a towel at me and I slowly dried myself as best I could with my hands and feet still tied. On my knees, I watched wide-eyed as he played with his flaccid erection close to my face. Slowly it came erect. He grasped my wet hair and drew my head backwards saying vehemently, “Suck on it, whore. Suck on it till I come, then swallow all of my seed. If you bite it I’ll kill you.”

“He released my hands so that I was able to use them and my mouth to bring him to ejaculation. It took awhile and my mouth became sore from the constant rubbing from his hardness. As the time passed and he still hadn’t come my mouth became dry through a mixture of fear and loathing. He used some baby lotion from the medicine cabinet and soon after applying this to his prick he came in my mouth, grasping and twisting my breasts, pulling harshly on my nipples.

“I almost gagged as the salty sweetness foamed into my mouth but, holding back my fear, I swallowed quickly and it was gone. This time there was only a dribble of spunk. A blessing to my jaded mind.

“He retied my hands and dragged me back into the bedroom where I lay on my back, tied to the headboard. He freed my ankles and found pantihose with which to tie each ankle to the lower part of the bed, keeping my legs apart.

“He left the room for over ten minutes and when he returned I saw that he’d brought with him two identically long ribbed, black dildo’s. He must have got them from his car. He moved me onto my side then used the baby lotion to lubricate one dildo that was slowly manipulated into my bruised anus. Once it had been fully inserted he did the same with the other dildo pushing and twisting it in and out until he was satisfied with the result. A feeling of fullness engulfed my senses.

“‘What next?’ an anguished thought stamped itself on my mind, ‘What have I done to deserve such torture?’

“For a while he left me blindfold in that anxious state. I sensed his body lying naked beside me, just gazing at my nudity, unmoved by my plight, slowly masturbating, then I felt his body shift position. Each dildo was twisted slightly. It felt like an electric current had coursed through my lower abdomen. Time passed and again he made the same adjustment. After each dildo had been manipulated my breasts were gently carressed. The soft palms of his hands were coated with baby lotion as they moved slowly over and around my soft, large mounds, then his fingers suddenly tweaked my nipples or he nipped at them with his teeth. At first I thought, ‘Exquisite torture,’ but as time passed I became aware more of the pleasure that was being inflicted and the realization dawned that he was forcing me to climax. With this awareness in my mind the full horror of my predicament came home to me. It was then that he stopped what he was doing and he got off the bed. He removed my blindfold and used it as a gag. He placed a pillow next to my stomach and eased my weight onto it, ensuring that both dildo’s were still in place. My bottom stuck up into the air.

“I heard the swish of the bamboo cane, felt the slap, as it struck my bare bottom, followed by the sharp stinging pain. My cry was muffled by the gag. The warm aftermath flowed across my bottom. Soft hands massaged my buttocks. I felt him kissing the dark pink welt left by the cane and the feeling of a cool liquid poured onto the inflamed area, his fingers manipulated the baby lotion along the length of the ridged welt.”

AnnaLee whispered close to Corrin’s ear, “It felt wonderful,” as though she was enjoying the moment. “The pain easing with each carress. Then he struck again and the pain… The pain forced its way back into my mind.

“The agony and the ecstacy were inflicted a further three times, then, blindfolding me, he rolled me onto my back. My breasts seemed larger, my nipples too, and much more tender as he carressed their ovalness. As he moved, to touch the dark, cold ivory protruding from my vagina, I felt a warm flush across my chest and the first flutterings within my abdomen. The dildo was twisted and turned rhythmically in and out, in and out of my tight vagina. A feeling of utter helplessness entered my mind and I allowed my body the orgasmic convulsion that swept over me, through me, around me. It was everywhere and still it continued. The dildo’s rhythmic pumping. The carresses to my breasts. His teeth delicately nipping at my hard nipples.

“My body was in Heaven, Corrin, but my mind was in Hell.”

Corrin said nothing, her mind stunned by the sadistic pleasure spoken by such a sweet innocent girl.

“My climax eventually subsided and he left the room for twenty minutes or so to allow me rest. Then it started all over again.

“My second climax lasted almost twice as long as the first.

“As I lay gasping and crying tears of shame he whispered into my ear, ‘I’ll call again. You’ll let me in.’ He cut my bonds, removed the blindfold and holding a kitchen knife to my throat he continued, ‘I’ll know if you tell anyone and that includes the police. If you do I’ll come back.’ He removed the dildo’s.

“Then he was gone. Physically he’d left my home but he was still there with me. He was in my head. In my vagina. In my arse. I dragged my aching, brutalised body into the shower and remained there under the warm water for what seemed an eternity. I created an enema that would remove all traces of him from my body, and it worked. I watched his whiteness disappear down the shower waste. I swallowed two of my mother’s Valium tablets, relaced my own bedding with clean sheets and fell asleep.”

“AnnaLee, I had no idea…” Corrin spoke softly, “I should not have pressed you into reliving this… this… nightmare.” She released her clasping companion and holding her hands she spoke slowly and concisely, “I meant what I said. Your… hurt remains here. I’ll never repeat a word.”

“I know, but I haven’t finished. The nightmare continued. The following week… I answered a knock at the door…” she choked back the horror, “It was around seven in the evening,” tears flowed down AnnaLee’s reddened cheeks, “It was him, Corrin,” her shoulders shook, her soft chin vibrated under tense emotional anguish, she grimaced from the pain of recollection.

Grasping Corrin’s hands, she uttered her next words in a wail of emotion, “I let him in.”

******

The priest had called twice a week for the next three months when, for no apparent reason on her part, he stopped calling.

The time came when she had to know if he was ever coming back and so she telephoned the Bishop to ask what had happened to her local priest who had comforted her after her mother’s death. She was told that he’d been offered another parish in the north of england and he’d accepted the post.

She was free of him. Free at last to determine her own future. Free to… to what? Her life had no meaning. She had been his puppet to do with as he pleased. Now who would pull the strings? Did she yearn for freedom or become someone else’s puppet in order to survive?

For some reason she found herself sitting at her mother’s writing bureau making notes of her ordeal, then over the course of time her notes became a story that became a novel. Her first novel. Her stories cleansed the hurt but they also became addictive. “As though by putting my thoughts and experiences onto paper I could erase him from my mind. But it doesn’t work that way. I realise that now.”

“I’d like to read what you’ve written… If you wouldn’t mind?”

“No, I don’t mind. I’ll get you my first novel,” said AnnaLee, and left the room.

Corrin sat down on the large sofa, kicking off her shoes and drawing up her legs. From the kitchen she heard the clatter of mugs and AnnaLee calling out, “Would you like another coffee?”

“Yes, please,” said Corrin, deep in thought.

A few minutes later AnnaLee came back with a large sheaf of papers under one arm and two steaming mugs of coffee. Corrin spoke first. “AnnaLee, how do you feel now that at last you’ve told somebody about that dreadful night?”

“Better… A whole lot better…” she said, taking her place next to Corrin on the sofa. “And relieved that I don’t have to feel quite so guilty about what happened. You were right when you said that a problem shared is a problem halved.”

“AnnaLee, I’ve had time to think while you were in the kitchen… What are your feelings about getting the police involved now that he’s left the parish or do you just want to put all this down to experience and to try and rebuild your life.”

“No, no police. I’ve come to terms with what happened… in my own way perhaps but… What could they do now anyway? There’s no evidence. It would just be my word against his.”

“But suppose he’s out there now, doing the same thing to another innocent girl or woman. Surely, by speaking out something you say may trigger other women to come forward and then the police would have to take you seriously.”

“And if they don’t come forward? Suppose I was the first and he hasn’t done anything since. I’m going to look pretty silly aren’t I?”

“Okay, suppose you were his first victim; after what you described he did to you I’m pretty confident that he’s got a taste for this and after two years away from you there just have to be other women victims like you.”

“I don’t know. Let me think about it for a while. Don’t push me too fast too hard.”

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll understand if you don’t want to pursue this any further but… it just riles me that he’s going to get away with this… to someone who I’ve really grown quite fond of in a very short while…”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in…”

“A long time,” they chorused and laughter filled the room.

******

The remainder of their day was taken up with talking, listening, eating food and drinking. By early evening Corrin felt that she should go, not wishing to outstay her welcome.

“Come over to me tomorrow,” asked Corrin, hugging AnnaLee close to her, as they stood on the porch saying goodbye. “It’s not far and I would really give you a warm welcome.”

“We’ll see,” said AnnaLee.

“‘Far’ and ‘fear’ are two worlds apart,” quipped Corrin, as she walked down the porch steps clutching AnnaLee’s manuscript against the biting wind.

******

It was just before ten o’clock that same evening, as Corrin was preparing for bed, that she heard a knock at the front door. She hurriedly put on her long cotton dressing gown, then went downstairs. Through the spyhole she was surprised to see AnnaLee dressed only in a light, white terry robe over a long cotton nightdress. She unbolted the door and AnnaLee threw her arms around her, hugging her close whispering, “Teach me to love. I don’t want to go through life wondering if all men are the same… Wanting the same things that he did to me and never knowing if there was a different way to love.”

With both hands Corrin held AnnaLee away from her and in a hushed voice she said, “All men aren’t like him, AnnaLee.” She released her hold on AnnaLee, then closed and locked the front door. “But,” she continued, “if you want us to learn to love together then you’ve come to the right house.”

Corrin led her upstairs into her darkened bedroom.

“I’m… I’m…” whispered AnnaLee.

“I’m as excited and terrified as well,” Corrin whispered, not wishing to break the spell by talking aloud. “Get undressed and get into bed. I’ll get some more pillows from the other room.”

Corrin found some pillows and handed them to AnnaLee, then took off her dressing gown. She snuggled under the covers into the warmth created by a nude body that reached out and wrapped two lithe arms around her drawing them closer together. Their bodies melted where they touched, their faces met and lips brushed over moist lips. Then they were kissing; deep responsive kisses that required their utmost concentration. Corrin broke free and threw off the bed clothes. “It’s so hot,” she complained.

“That’s what passion produces, excess body heat,” replied AnnaLee huskily.

“It’s even affected your voice,” Corrin quipped.

“Then kiss me again, Corrin, and I’ll see if I can make your voice drop down an octave or two.”

Corrin moved on top of AnnaLee and they kissed as only lovers do. Long, hard and with their tongues invading each other’s mouth. As their fear of the unknown evaporated so their hands and tongues explored each other’s silky body.

Tentative carresses on exposed thighs, lingering kisses to the underside of firm breasts, then the moment each woman had yearned for throughout their exploration. Their fingertips carressed the outer lips to the other’s warmest channel.

Together they moaned, “Mmmm.”

Their arousal heightened as they probed deeper and a wetness enveloped their fingers. They used this wetness to push aside their partners outer vaginal lips and to moisten the bud that bloomed at the top of their slippery, hairy furrow.

Again they moaned, “Mmmm.” The sounds of love hung in the evening air.

Minutes passed. The air musky with the scent of love.

AnnaLee whispered, “Taste me,” and Corrin turned her body round and over the supine AnnaLee. Kneeling down she tentatively flicked her moist tongue over the young girls clitoris that stood proudly erect, glistening in the monlight now streaming through the bedroom window.

“Aghh,” gasped AnnaLee, her body shuddering. “That’s wonderful… More. More. Don’t stop.”

“Me too,” whispered Corrin, hoping to provoke a reaction from AnnaLee.

AnnaLee wrapped her arms around Corrin’s lower torso and lifted herself up to bury her mouth into the deliciously tasting nectar that seeped so sweetly from between Corrin’s engorged groove.

As each tongue lapped indolently at each succulent font their actions quickened as they felt their orgasm building. Each wanted the other to be the first to feel the release of sweet sensation that bubbled up then broke with a rush like water over rapids in a stretch of icy white water; of wanting that sensation to go on and on and never stop. The emotional tears burst free from eyes seeking happiness within their partners eyes. Then the tidal flow ebbed; a calmness enveloped them.

Deep inside them the spark of love lay smouldering, to be ignited later when their partner would touch them in a certain way and their sexual release would begin again.

Their’s remained bright all through that night.

As dawn broke the morning light captured a glint in their eyes. A gleam that remained there forever.

End

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The Master rises and revenge is so sweet.

*Author’s notes-Again this is mine. Do not copy, characters and events are mine. This story get gory, if you don’t like blood and guts, then I wouldn’t read past part 8. I don’t like murder, so don’t do it ladies and gents. This contains 3 different POV’s, it will tell when it changes. I hope you enjoy. There isn’t much sex in this part. This is more for your blood & guts thrill. There is a bit of sex, just not a lot. I hope you enjoy. This also gives more details about Daemon’s and Hunter’s. I’d recommend reading Chapters 1 & 2 if you haven’t already.
I originally posted this on my account, xxxArtemisDawnxxx, on Literotica.com.*

‘…’ =thoughts

**…POV** = Point of View change.

Chapter 3

*Part 7*

“So this is how you deal with break up’s Shell? Killing things?” I say mockingly as I pull my dagger out of the last of the Daemons we were tracking, brushing the blood off onto my jeans. The reason we kill Daemon’s is because they consume human’s souls. Innocent human souls, at least the bad Daemon’s do. The good ones can survive by drinking the blood of other Daemon’s which is how I get by. Once we kill a Daemon, the souls they’ve consumed get freed, so it’s a win-win, bad guys die and you get to go to Heaven and party with your “God.”

“Oh shut up Damien.” I look at Shell and see her glaring at me. “You said you haven’t seen her at all in over a month right?” She nods sullenly. “What exactly happened Shell? Maybe I can help.” I see her eyes glaze over, and she puts a block around her mind so I can’t see her thoughts. “I don’t want to talk about it Damien.” She turns her back on me. “C’mon, there was still clan down by the wharf you said we’d check out.” I sigh and follow after her.

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“She won’t talk to you at all?”

I shake my head at Selene. “She absolutely refuses to, and I haven’t been able to get ahold of Val either.” I say sullenly as me and Selene lounge on the bed after a night of kinky fuckery. ‘The things I’ve learned about this girl…Damn.’

I’ve introduced her to my apartment. Something I’ve never done. I swallowed my pride and let her after she pestered me about it. All I could think of was her place and how crappy mine is. She took it gracefully. In fact, she seems to like it here better than there.

I trace patterns on her bare spine, enjoying the satin like feel of her skin. “Damien?”

I look down at Selene, concerned by the tone of her voice. She smiles at me. “I love you Damien.” I look at her shocked, and her smile fades slightly. All I can think of is the dream, I’ve had it multiple times since that night, its haunting me. ‘She…she loves me? How can she…?’

“Damien?” I feel her hand stroke my face. I focus on her face and smile. She gets on top of me, straddling my waist. She leans down and kisses me passionately. My hands go to her waist, while I feel my erection starting to grow again. I roll on top of her. She giggles as I plant kisses down her chest and belly. I look up at her wide violet eyes. “I love you too Selene.” I say surprising myself but knowing I mean the words. Her face lights up and she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

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*Part 8*

**Selene’s POV**

I walk out of Damien’s apartment building with a stupid smile plastered to my face. ‘He loves me.’ My mind keeps chanting it over and over. I just can’t believe it.

‘You think he loves you, he barely knows you…and your secrets.’ I sigh at my subconscious, of course she’s right, doesn’t mean I like it. But I don’t want to drag Damien into the dark world I inhabit. Being a Daemon hunter is dangerous, and I wouldn’t want to see him hurt.

I come from a long line of Hunter’s. The name Tuteur is a sign of that. It means “Guardian.” There are two different types of Daemon Hunters, those who just join to help the cause, being human’s who’ve learned about the existence of Daemons or Daemon’s who hate their natures. Some Daemon’s can retain their humanity when they’re turned, other than being born one, and only originals can give birth, the other way is to exchange blood with a Daemon. Some who turn resent it and they kill their creators, we normally step in then. The next are Bloodline Hunter’s. All Bloodline Hunter’s have a name to symbolize such. We’re also much more experienced, and have certain powers against Daemon’s or to help other Hunter’s. Me being a “Guardian” my affinity is for healing.

I smile to myself. ‘I won’t have to worry about telling him. I’ll figure out a way he’ll be safe.’ I turn down an alley taking the short way home when I hear Damien calling for me. I turn smiling towards him and see his face full of panic for a split second before I get hit from behind.

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**Damien’s POV**

I had to go after Selene. I noticed as she left my place she forgot her keys. I caught up with her as she went and turned down an alley. I noticed him before she did. A Daemon stalking her from above. It was too late when I finally get her attention, it bashes her skull. I sense, somehow, she’s still alive, and she’s still semi-conscious. I feel anger boil inside me, and I start to change into my half and half form. I pull the dagger from its sheath hidden on my person. If you wonder why I use a dagger, its lightweight, it’s good for hand to hand, and it’s made of silver. Daemons are allergic and it kills them if it pierces their heart and they take a while to heal when cut.

I run at the Daemon about to slash his throat with my dagger, planning to inflict as much pain as I can on him when he’s suddenly gone. I’m thrown off balance and fall forward. I roll over on my back and leap up, baring my fangs and keeping my dagger at the ready. A growl escapes from my throat.

“Good to see you again Damien.” The mystery man laughs.

“James.” I growl. “What the hell are you doing?” James is a Hunter like me, although sometimes unethical but doesn’t normally cause too much trouble, which is why I generally leave him alone.

“I thought I’d stop to see an old friend.” He says clapping his hands together. “And here you are, running right to me, like a lamb…to slaughter.” “What are you talking about James?” I ask at his cryptic message.

“I’ve been asked to bring you to the Master, so here I am.” He says while walking around to my right. “Master?” James smiles at me and shakes his head. “You’ll find out who he is soon enough Damien, no hard feelings, but you need to come with me.” He extends his hand to me. “Like hell I will.”

I lunge for his hand and he’s gone, I fall but roll back to my feet, keeping my weight center. I listen for him and get a split second warning before he attacks me, hitting my jaw, he grabs the front of my shirt, hanging me in the air. I see Selene and another Daemon holding her, his claws at her throat. ‘How didn’t I sense him?’

“That was easier than I thought.” He says. He places his other palm flat against my chest. I feel the energy start to leave me. I turn back into my human guise unwillingly “What…the hell?” I ask gasping as I feel a heat radiating from his hand. “Like it? The Powers are being woken back up, and you would know that if you weren’t a fucking pussy, trying to live as human, when you know you wanna release it, to feel yourself bathing in the blood of humans, consuming their souls. Being ruler of those little parasites. After all, Demkian. That’s how you used to live. Remember your dreams?”

‘ Demkian? Whose…And does he know about my dreams?’ He smiles at me, then seems to recede in himself slightly. “I must not speak of this, the Master must, to unlock…”

He looks up at me smiling. “You’ll know, all in good time.”

All too soon, my world goes dark.

*Part 9*

**Shelley’s POV**

I hurry to Damien’s apartment. I’ve had a weird feeling about him all day and it suddenly spiked around noon. I’m intuitive, you can call it being psychic. I’m not all seeing, but I get general feelings about things and right now I have a bad feeling concerning Damien…and Selene. I shudder even thinking her name. Damien asked me to keep an eye on her with my gift whenever he wasn’t with her, but even before he did I was watching for her. I feel guilty as hell, but I’m just so attracted to her.

Its night now. Calm and still. It adds to my unease as I come upon the building Damien lives in. I repeatedly call him getting no answer. Its unearthly quiet as I run up the stairs of his apartment and find his door unlocked. I cautiously enter grabbing my crossbow slung across my back, and load it with a silver arrow. “Damien?” I call but get no answer. I walk through the door and it slams behind me. I spin around, aiming my bow and the intruder’s heart and receive a shock.

It’s Val.

I drop my guard, the crossbow clatters to the ground. “Va-Val, what are you doing here?” I stammer. “I’ve been waiting for you here ever since Master took Demkian, I thought you’d try to look for him here.” She smiles at me maliciously and I notice fangs. My mind goes blank as I register her aura. ‘She’s…’

Val walks towards me and I can’t move. “Surprised?” I stare at her. “What, what have you done Val?”

“I was so hurt when you called out that’s slut’s name when I was eating you, I wanted to teach you a lesson. Master heard my pleas and took pity on me. He turned me and explained everything to me. That Damien is a traitorous filthy half breed, and that you hunt our kind with him.” I shake my head in denial. ‘No, no it can’t be possible.’ I feel a tingling sensation around my wrists and ankles and I’m suddenly spread eagled in mid-air. “Now, I’m goin to hunt you. He’s giving me my revenge, while also getting rid of a nuisance for him. I’m going to show you how well I can eat you out now baby.”

She walks over to me and grabs my jaw, her claws digging into my face causing me to bleed. She crushes her mouth against mine, biting my lip, her fangs going through my flesh. I cry out in pain, I feel the blood running into my mouth and down, soaking into my shirt. “Are you going to take my soul?” I slur at her. She smiles at me. “Not until your about to die, and I plan to cause as much pain as possible first.”

She drags her left hand down my blouse ripping it off me in tatters. My bra goes with it. “I always did like your boobs. So firm but so soft.” She places her mouth against my right nipple grabbing it between her teeth and lightly nipping. I can’t suppress my moan of pleasure as she sucks it into her mouth and runs her tongue in slow torturous circles. I arch my back, getting more of my breast into her mouth. She pulls back and smiles. “Thinking about Selene.” I stare at her. “N-no.”

“Liar! You’re nothing but a fucking slut!” She screams and slashes at my breasts. I scream and I look down at my chest horrified. My right breast is mangled, my left is still intact but splattered with blood. My bleeding is slow and I look at her and see her smiling. “The things Daemon saliva can do. Did you know it can act like a coagulant? It would take forever for you to bleed out, but you still feel all the pain, and you’ll be very weak.” She runs her tongue around my mangled breast, lapping up the blood. She pulls away slightly, letting me see her face, its covered in my blood.

A hysterical scream bursts through. She just laughs at me. “Scream all you want baby, no one will hear you.” She starts to lick around my left nipple. I struggle to get away but fail. Her hand shoots up and grabs my right boob and rakes her nails down it, ruining it more, making me scream louder. I feel her teeth sink into my left. I feel her jerk her head side to side. Her hand digging into my right even more, I feel her claws touching my ribs. Then with a hard wrench she pulls her head back with half of my breast in her mouth.

My screams become hoarse as she spits it onto the ground licking the blood from her lips. “Oh baby, you’ve always tasted good, but damn, now you taste fucking fantastic. I think I’m getting addicted. ” I groan as she pulls my pants off me. “No panties like always I see.” She gets on her knees in front of me and brings her bloody mouth to my pussy. I have no strength to fight anymore, but I try to call for help.

Her tongue draws circles around my clit, then dips into my pussy. Her tongue goes in farther then in ever did before, touching my cervix. I dont know how, but somehow im getting so turned on. even through the torture I was getting wet.

She goes back to suckling my clit. I moan and start to thrust against her face. She digs her claws into my pussy lips, somehow enticing me even more. She starts to get rough with my clit.

All of a sudden she bites down on my clit, one of her fangs piercing it. I scream in pain, as loud as I can muster. “Oh baby, I thought you always liked that. And when I used to do this.” She jams her clawed finger into my cunt. I feel it slicing away at everything it comes in contact with, I feel more fingers enter me, cutting me to ribbons as she does. She’s so far in, she starts to tug on my womb with her nails.

I feel blood running down my legs, creating a pool onto the floor. She yanks her hand out of me as she rips out my womb. “Never had much use for this did you?” she taunts me. She brings her mouth back to my pussy, drinking in my blood.

“Please…stop, Valerie. Please.” I know it won’t help, but I can’t help it. “I love you.” She shoots to her feet and glares at me, her eyes blazing. “Love me? You don’t fucking love me? You’re nothing but a damn whore. And you’re going to die like a dog!” She rips her claws across my belly. I see my intestines and blood spilling out from the large gash, but I have this out of body feeling. I know it’s me, but it seems like it’s happening to someone else. I feel her dragging her nails and biting at every inch of my body now, I know nothing but pain. I hear a loud snap and a ripping sound and I can no longer feel my right arm. The same thing happens below me to both my legs.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I keep repeating it as she rips me apart. “SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She shouts maniacally. I continue apologizing over and over. Not hearing what she says, it’s no longer Valerie, just a demon in her place. I’m mourning for Val. ‘This is my fault, I did this to her. ‘

Her fangs start to tear at my throat, I feel my lungs slowly filling with blood, my “sorry’s” getting incoherent and gurgling off but I still mouth them. She looks at me, she’s completely lost her mind. She looks wild. I notice a strange ring of red around her flaming blue Daemon eyes. ‘What is that?’ A disjointed, coherent part if my mind wonders, although I ignore it and I keep mouthing sorry.

She notices my mouthed apologies and takes her nails and runs them on either side of my face splitting my cheeks. My jaw flops down useless as she cuts the tendons. I see her need to finish this growing. I won’t be alive much longer. I’m in pieces now. Gutted and my limbs are strewn throughout the living room, my blood splatters the walls and floor. Val is covered in it.

She comes close to me, her eyes blazing blue, the red ring getting thicker, and I feel my consciousness start to leave me. I start to merge with her. ‘My soul, she’s taking my soul.’ I’ve no strength to fight, and everything turns black.

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I wake up after what seems like hours my mind sluggish. I feel my arms moving, and feels like I’m holding something. I feel strong again, stronger then I’ve ever felt. I try to open my eyes and realize they’re already open. I focus on what in looking at and receive a shock. It’s me, my face, emaciated and covered in blood. The I remember Val, I’m inside Val. How can I still be aware, I sense no other souls within her that are conscious. I look back through her eyes. She’s holding my head, sobbing uncontrollably. I hear her apologies. I feel sadness. ‘Val.’

She stops suddenly. “Shell?” I feel my/Val’s mouth move. ‘Did she hear me?’ I feel excitement. “I-I hear you. Shell. I can hear you.”

**Feedback is appreciated, I hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 4 & 5 are already released.**

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I wrote this sbout something which would have made my 14th more enjoyable.

I woke up on the morning of my 14th, I was naked, I always slept naked. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, my 34b breasts were perfect, small but round and they turned me on. My pussy which i’d only started shaving recently was slightly wet, I fingered my clit before getting dressed.
I couldn’t wait for my party tonight, I was sharing it with a girl from school, our birthdays only a day apart, i didnt know her well, my mother knew her mother well and they thought we would be great friends, I saw her at school alot, she was very sexy looking, tanned with large firm breasts and smokey seductive eyes, Ok maybe I knew her better than I was letting on,
The day passed quickly and at 8:00pm, I was changing into my sexiest outfit, tight jeans that showed off my cute ass and a crop top that was white, i chose a sexy red bra to wear under it, i looked so damm good, I had to pinch myself to stop me ripping them off and mastrubating on the spot. The party was being held at her house, her name was Mary. She answered the door her underwear! I was in shock, she saw my face and said:
“Dont worry, the party doesn’t start for another hour now, I was about to slip a towel over myself but then i saw who it was”
Still nervous, i went inside her large house, it seemed empty, She led me up to her bedroom, I recognised the smell. Wet pussy. Fuck, I never been so horny in my life. I saw on her bed there was a large dildo, it was wet and Mary was picking it up.
“I saw you staring, want a shot?”
I ripped off my tight jeans and Mary helped me take off my silky panties.
“To use it, you must be completely naked”
I saw that she was removing her bra as she said it, she came over and unclipped me from behind. There we were, two naked wet schoolgirls about to mastrubate togethor it was like something out of a porno. I lay down on her bed with her hot body next to me and she helped me push the dong in, when i got a rythym up by myself, she started to carress my breasts with silky fingers, my nipples were going hard. I was about to cum, she saw me and told me to leave some of my tasty cum for her, i removed the dong and she began to eat me out, i came all over her face, we moved in to a 69 and I ate her tight hairy cunt, We were moaning loudly and she had just given me my very first taste of salty cum. I rolled over and she began to finger my ass hole and started to lick it out with gusto.
“ommmmmmmmmmm”
I was about to have my second screaming orgasam of the night.
“Maaaaaaaary, fuuuck my asssss”
She got the dildo and inserted it in to my asre that was dripping with cum that’d transfered from her fingers.
“oooouuuw”
It hurt but yet it felt so fucking good, forget mastrubation, girl on girl sex rocks! She finished after 15 mins we were both exhausted but Mary wasnt finished yet, she was looking n her cupboard and when she reapered she was carrying a disposable cam
“mind, If i take a few shots, we’ll hsve to clean up soon?”
Of course i didnt mind,I opened my legs up to show the camera my wet pussy, she took a whole film worth of me, There was lots of shots, millions of them with me using that dildo and other of my soaking ass hole, I asked her for copies when she had them developed. I saw that she was getting changed but she didnt put her bra on, her erect nipples were making me drool,
“c’mon, i wat you to meet someone”
Baffled, I got changed and followed her down stairs as i stepped onto the landing, the doorbell rang, standing at the door was, this beuatuful red head.
“Did I tell you, it was a private party?”

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I work in aperversion resort

I saw an ad on the internet and decided to apply for the job. It sounded quite nice. This resort was seeking girls of pleasure with no inhibitions for 1 year on a tropical island.

The only way in was by ferry from the mainland, but as soon as we arrived at the island we were greeted by two lovely young girls in short dresses and a boy who took our luggage and led us to the resort. They were about four foot tall, weighing only about thirty to forty pounds, slender, long black hair and eyes just as dark.

I registered and was shown to my room.

“My name is Julia; I am your pantygirl. Would you like to take a shower?” I nodded. To my surprise she helped me undress, undoing the buttons of my shirt, and unzipping my fly of my pants. I removed them. I was rock hard.

She pulled her short dress down revealing a pair of nice white thong panties.
“Would you like to touch my panties?” She asked
With out even thinking I reached down and slipped my finger up against her gusset. I’ll be damned if it wasn’t wet with her own fluids. My finger slipped right between
those little petals. She gasped and told me that it felt really good.
I couldn’t make myself stop. I slipped my finger up and down her little panty clad slit between those petals even slipping it up to touch her little clitoris that was surprisingly stiff and very sensitive. She gasped as my finger tickled that little clit.
She went away from me and led me by my cock to the shower .In the shower she turned on the taps and after the water had soaked both of us she took the soap and rubbed it all over my naked body, especially around my cock and balls and into the crack of my anus. Then she handed me the soap. I ran it over her breasts, chest and between her legs spending quite a bit of time down there sliding the cake into her pussy until I slipped my finger down until I could feel her little entrance. She spread her little legs even further
apart. My finger slipped up inside of that little body. She was so tight. I pushed my finger up inside of her as far as I could. I didn’t feel any obstruction and she didn’t pull away or cry with pain
She leaned over and kissed my cock right on the head and when she did, she also licked her tongue around the end of my sensitive cock head.
“Oh my god.” I thought. I couldn’t move to even push her away.
It didn’t end there. When I didn’t move, she suddenly opened her mouth and slipped it over my big cock head and wrapped her little lips around my cock shaft.
All I could do was stand there letting her do it. It was like I was frozen in time. Believe me it seemed like only a second and I couldn’t stop myself from filling her little mouth with a mouth full of my hot sperm. It seemed like I would never stop cumming.
I’ll be damned if she didn’t swallow almost every drop of my hot baby making sperm. When she had it all out of me and my cock head cleaned with her mouth and tongue, she pulled her mouth off of my cock and gave me a big smile.”
“I bet you feel a lot better now?”
She smiled and dried me off and led me to the room where she explained about the resort.
“On this island there are no laws so you can indulge in any type of sex you like, but obviously panty fetishism is the specialty here”. She switched on the TV and showed me how it worked. Each channel took me to different parts of the resort. To the pool where men and women were sunbathing in underwear and being massaged by panty clad young girls and boys. To the dungeon, where a young boy in tight briefs was whipping a woman on the back. To the public toilet where a young girl was pissing over an older woman through her panties. She showed me the cabinet where videos were and other titles unobtainable in most parts of the world where.

“Remember you need never masturbate here. Whenever you want sex you consult this book. In it is a list of all girls and boys, ages and photos and what they are best at. In the evenings there are shows!” She showed me the wardrobe full of female clothing and the sheet of paper I had to fill.

I wrapped a towel around my naked body and headed for the beach to a sunlounger where I lay down. It wasn’t long before a girl asked me if I wanted her to rub some suntan lotion into my skin. She was a honey wearing just a tiny black bikini bottom. I nodded and she asked me to turn onto my stomach.

She poured some lotion onto my back and to my surprise she climbed on top of my back and used her breasts to rub the lotion in. My cock hardened again as she finished massaging it in on my back and moved down to my buttocks where she climbed off me and used her hands to massage the lotion into my buttocks and between my thighs. She asked me to turn over, when I turned over she smiled and poured some more lotion over my stomach and chest and again used her breasts to massage it in. Finally, she poured a copious amount over my cock and balls and climbed onto me again in a reverse slide position; making a tube of her tits she slid my cock between them. I ran my hands over her buttocks and inside the bikini bottoms, but I did not get far as I shot my load over her face. She continued milking me dry, climbed off me and left me to go into the sea to get rid of the excess of cum still dribbling out of my cock.

In the water I got talking to a 40 year old woman, Irena who had seen me being massaged.

“I saw that girl work you over. That was a very sexy thing she did”. She was from Italy and her name was Irena and she was over with her husband.

“You like young girls?” I asked

“And boys too. You?” I nodded.

“Why don’t you come to my room for pre-dinner sex?” She asked with a mischievous smile. “And don’t go to the toilet before!” She gave me her room number.

At 5pm I knocked on her door. “The door is open”. She announced. I walked in and was confronted with a guy whom I assumed was her husband tied, kneeling at the foot of the bed, wearing panties, stockings and suspenders with a girl fucking him with a large strap-on dildo over a tiny skirt and Irena lying on the bed beside him with 2 boys masturbating themselves beside her, shooting their loads over her face and breasts. I put my hand under the girl’s skirt and started fondling her pussy through the gusset of the material, feeling them moisten. She pressed her self against my fingers so that they penetrated deeper through the panties inside her.

Irena came over to me and asked me to pee onto the girl’s body. I was rock hard. She took my cock in her hands and pointed it at the young nymph. I could still piss over the girl’s body. Irena guided my cock to where she wanted me to pee and soon I had covered the girl’s body with my pee. Her husband climbed on top of the girl and licked all my pee from her body.

Her husband climbed off her and the girl was told to taker a shower. When she came back she was wearing a pair of thong panties which barely covered her bald pussy, her tiny micro skirt and spaghetti straps on a tight white singlet. Irene had the 2 boys-one with his cock in her mouth and the other in her pussy. I watched them fuck her and it did not take them long to ejaculate in her mouth.

“You don’t mind if Giovani takes the 2 boys to your room, do you? So we can play with this gorgous girl

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This is my first story so please tell me what you think. Good and bad replies are always welcome. This is a made up story. Characters in this story belong to Riot games. I only own the storyline

It was another day at league of legends in well known map called sumoners rift. At mid lane there were two arch nemesis- Katarina, the sinisters blade and Lux, the light of Demacia.
The fight between these two is nearly done. Looks like this fight goes to Katarina, because she has Lux pinned down to the ground, denieing her ability to fight back. And there was Katarina, on top of Lux, holding her in one place. As this fight was about to end, as Katarina was about to secure the kill, something strange happened. All the hate and bloodthirst in her body were surpresed by Lux, Katarina felt the warmness of her body, beat of her heart, the sweat smell of her hair. All that made her think ^why cant i kill her, i know i have to, but my body. It. Feels warm. It feels… good^. Then she looked at Lux’s face. The blode young girl had her eyes closed, afraid of what might come. Katarina couldnt take her vision of cute Lux’s face. Now she knew what she had to do, or what she wanted to do to helpless little Lux.
Katarina moved her face closer to Luxs and kissed her lips. Lux opened her eyes open as she felt something soft and warm on her lips instead of cold metal in her chest. She saw what Katarina was doing and couldnt believed it. She closed her eyes, not wanting to believe that this is happening. She blushed hard. Her hopes of escaping this unexpecting event were lost as she had no mana left. She tried resisting the kiss, but she felt her own strenght being sucked by this kiss. She knew she couldnt brake free so she stoped resisting with force.
Katarina broke the kiss and started slowly kissing Luxs neck. As she did that Lux body started responding to this pleasure with moans. To Lux those moans were embarrasing, but she couldnt stop doing it. Katarina got even more aroused as she saw Lux blushing with embarrasment and pleasure. She became more agressive with her kisses, taking little love bites.
-What are you doing to me?!- Lux screamed this question as she her body was still enjoying the feeling.
-What does it look like?- Katarina responded with a wicked smile.
-You cant do this!*moan* This is wrong!*gasp* Even you arent like this!*shiver* You werent in to this before!
-I guess you didnt knew me well-replied Katarina-you can only know other by mind and body-with that said she moved her head lover to Luxs chest. Her round breasts and tender belly looked like their about to pop out of armor. Since that did not happened, Katarina had to do it by herself. She took one of her dagger and ripped Luxs armor apart. Line that dagger went by revealed larger areas of Luxs chest, cleavage and parts of her breast. Now Lux was complety enjoying this, even if she tried to resist it in her mind, her body was already swiming in pleasure and extasy. The reason of such feeling were because Lux never touched her body and all of this was new to her and it was very pleasent.
Katarina finaly got her prize-the feeling of Luxs round breast in her hands, seeing pale white cleavage, touching hard niples with her fingers. All this was moved aside whe Katarina moved her head to left breast and started sucking the tip of the nipple. Such sensation send shiver thru Luxs spine, she started gasping and moning as she felt the tip of Katarinas tounge flicking around her breast and nipple. This didnt last long because Katarina went lover to belly and from there she went even lover, letting Lux know where she was going. She indeed knew what was about to happen, but she coulnt do a thing since she was pinned down and drained of mana. Not to mention all the pleasure that her body had to feel from Katarina. Now her head licking Luxs belly and moving closer and closer to her crotch. Her armor skirt and thights were quickly removed leaving only panties to cover Luxs pussy that were already wet from all the pleasure. Katarina looked at her panties, soaking with all those juices, feling flatered that all this is happening because of her. She wanted to enjoy this moment, so she didnt removed Luxs panties right away, she started sucking and licking her pussy thru the fabric. The sensation drived Lux crazy, she didnt resisted Katarina, she was completly controled by her. As Katarina was finishing sucking juices of Lux panties, she slowly removed them from her body, exposing Luxs wet pussy with few pub hairs. Now Lux was completly naked on the ground, breaving heavily and shivering from embarassment for letting all this happen to her, but now she couldnt change it for it went far beond point of no return. Katarina waited no more, she dived in between of Luxs legs ans mounted her mouth around her pussy and started licking it. Luxs pussy juices were flowing inside Katarinas mouth.
-Stop, ah! Dont lick me there, ahhh!- screaned Lux, but Katarina continued on what she was doing. Lux tried using her hands to move Katarinas head away, but she was too weak to do that, so she just layed there, letting her body away in to the pleasure. She slowly moved her hands over her own breast and gently started to rub them, increasing the pleasure. She touch her erected nipples with her fingertips, sending small waves of pleasure thru out the body. Katarina saw what she was doing and that made her even hotter. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter in her leather costume. She started massaging her own pussy without taking of her leather armor making her pants even more wetter then it is. Luxs was about to cum, she couldnt control herself no more. Now she had her hands on Katarinas head again, but this time she was pushing it into her pussy instead of moving it away. Katarina felt her her tounge being squezed by Lux pussy. She knew that Lux was close to her climax so she didnt stopped. She wanted to tease her more, but her desire to taste her girl juices was even higher. Climax hitted Lux with such force that she almost fainted. She trew her ass up in air, quickly followed by Katarinas head and upper body. Lux screamed as her pussy exploded on Katarinas face taking every last drop of mana away from her body. Katarina clamped her mouth around Luxs pussy swallowing as much cum as she can, and whit that she jerked herself off to her own climax. And there they were- laying on the, both heavily breaving from climax and both blushing from realising what just happened. With all that excitement Katarina heard a whimpering
-Its not fair!…

End of part 1. If this does well i’ll make a second part soon 😉

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The girls FINALLY learn about the birds and the bees.

Stewardess Cindy Ch 12 – Humour & Satire

Original story by Frankel. Ch 11 has been skipped because it was about a Huge ape with a cock the size of a tree bough; the ape was called King Cock!

Cindy and Sindy had just finished serving meals on their long distance flight from Los Angeles to Sydney. They moved amongst the passengers chatting amiably when Sindy came to the very fat woman she had seen earlier.

“Aren’t really fat people supposed to book two seats?” she whispered to Cindy.

“She isn’t fat, she is pregnant,” said Cindy.

“What is pregnant?” asked Sindy.

“She is going to have a baby,” said Cindy.

“But why is she fat?”

“Because the baby is in her tummy,” said Cindy.

Sindy laughed.

“Cindy you are so funny,” she giggled.

“No, it’s true,” said Cindy. “That is where babies come from. A woman’s belly. They grow inside them. I heard about it on the telly one time.”

“My God you don’t think I have a baby in me, do you? I don’t want to be fat!”

“No,” said Cindy. “There is something you have to do first. I can’t remember what it is.”

“Let’s ask her,” said Sindy. “I would hate to do it by mistake!”

The two stewardesses walked over to the woman and her husband seated in row A.

“Excuse me,” said Cindy. “We couldn’t help but notice you are pregnant. We were wondering, how did it happen?”

The couple looked at the stewardesses blankly.

“Excuse me?” said the man.

“How do you think it happened?” said the woman.

“I’m sorry but we really don’t know,” said Cindy. “I’ve heard of it before, but never understood how the baby got in there. Do you take baby pills?”

The woman laughed at the girls.

“I can’t believe what I am hearing!” she said loudly. “How dare you speak like this to me!”

Stacey, the other stewardess in first class (who had made them not breast feed the passengers) came quickly over.

“Is everything O.K?” Stacey asked.

“No it is not,” said the woman. “These two young women were making the most inappropriate comments I have ever heard! They asked how my baby got inside of me!”

Stacey grimaced.

“Sorry,” she said, whispering to the couple so Cindy and Sindy couldn’t hear. “But I don’t think they were joking. I know these girls. They are not the brightest sparks. I think they probably have no idea how it happens. They have sex a lot but I don’t think they really know what it is, or what it is for.”

The couple looked at each other in amazement. Stacey walked off to serve another passenger, leaving the girls with the couple.

“So you really have no idea how the baby got inside me,” said the woman.

“No,” said Sindy. “I’m sorry I probably should. I just never heard of it before. I know about babies. Just not where they are from.”

“Well,” said the woman. “My husband’s sperm fertilized one of my eggs and it grew into a baby.”

“What is sperm?” asked Sindy.

“What is fertilize?” asked Cindy.

The couple blinked.

“Sperm,” said the man slowly. “Is the white fluid that comes out of a man’s penis during sex. It combines with an egg inside the woman and turns into a baby.”

Cindy and Sindy turned white with fear.

“The white stuff is called sperm!” cried Cindy.

“It makes babies!” cried Sindy. “But we swallowed the pilots’ white stuff before. We swallow it all the time. We must be pregnant!”

The woman could see the fear in the girls’ eyes. She leaned forward and whispered, “Do you mean you swallowed it in your mouths?”

“Yes,” said Sindy and Cindy together.

“Don’t worry, you’re not pregnant. It is only when it goes into your vagina that it makes a baby. Men only like to cum in your mouth for pleasure.”

“For pleasure!” said Sindy. “They like it when we give them a blowjob! We only do it to stop their testicles exploding. You mean they actually like it?”

The man was laughing so hard that tears were running down his face.

“Like it?” said the woman. “If it were up to men you would do nothing else but suck their dicks, trust me.”

“Thank you so much,” said Sindy. “I feel like I’ve learnt so much so quickly.”

The two stewardesses made their way back to the kitchen area where Stacey was having a cup of tea.

“You’ll never guess what we found out,” said Sindy.

“Where babies come from?” said Stacey.

“That too but we found out men actually enjoy blowjobs! Can you believe it!”

“And sperm makes babies but not if you swallow it!”

“You seem excited by this news,” said Stacey.

“Of course we are,” said Sindy. “We know how to make our passengers happy now. We can give them all blowjobs. We’ve become expert at it and it turns out men really like it.”

“The pregnant woman said it gave them pleasure and that if it was up to men we would do nothing else but suck their dicks.”

“Who knew?” said Sindy. “It is like we have the keys to happiness suddenly!”

Stacey was in mid sip when Sindy said this and tea exploded from her mouth as she burst out laughing.

“You really had no idea men liked it?” she managed to say between fits of laughter.

“No,” said Cindy. “Now we can do it all the time. I reckon we should give blowjobs to all the male passengers with every meal. They’ll love it. Management are always telling us to please the passengers.”

“What about the women?” laughed Stacey. “Why not blow them too?”

“You can blow women?” said Sindy amazed.

“Of course,” said Stacey. “I am a lesbian. Women blow me all the time. Would you like me to show you?”

“Of course,” said Cindy.

Stacey closed the curtain to the kitchen and pulled down her panties and raised her skirt.

“Kneel down in front of me,” she said.

The two stewardesses knelt down in front of Stacey and the lesbian stewardess pushed the sisters’ heads towards her pussy. Sindy’s nose pressed into Stacey’s pubic hair.

“Find a small bud and suck it,” said Stacey.

The girls poked around in Stacey’s pussy until they found her clit and Sindy sucked it with her mouth.

Stacey gripped the walls and pushed Sindy’s head into her groin.

“Oh God,” she cried out, too overwhelmed to care that the passengers could hear her.

“Does that feel good?” asked Cindy, but Stacey was screaming in ecstasy as Sindy licked her clit.

Having nothing better to do, Cindy crawled beneath her sister and pulled down Sindy’s panties. She found a small bud in her sister’s pussy and started to lick it. She was surprised to hear Sindy start mosning in pleasure as her pussy grew wet.

Sindy and Cindy flicked their tongues all over the pussies and soon both had faces smeared with pussy juice as Stacey and Sindy screamed in delight as orgasms rocked their bodies.

Hearing the screams the co-pilot came out to find out what was going on.

“Guess what!” said Cindy and Sindy as they saw him. “We found out where babies come from!”

“You did!” said the co-pilot as Stacey pulled her underwear back on and hurried back into first class.

“And we found out your secret,” said Cindy. “You like us giving you blowjobs. It feels good doesn’t it? You do it because you like it, not because your testicles might explode.”

The co-pilot seemed at a loss to know what to say.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” said Sindy. “It’s our job to make people happy. Do all men like blowjobs?”

“I guess so,” said the co-pilot sheepishly.

“Hooray,” said Cindy. “Then we can make men happy all the time.”

“And what is even better,” said Sindy, “is that now we know how to give them to women too!”

“We can give them to each other every day,” said Cindy.

“Are you OK?” Sindy asked the co-pilot. “You look like you might faint.”

“Would a blowjob help?” asked Cindy. “I could give you one right now!”

She seemed so keen that the co-pilot felt he just had to oblige. He led both girls into the cockpit.

“Captain,” he said to the chief pilot. “The girls know the truth about blowjobs. They said they want to give us one right now.”

Before the captain could speak Sindy and Cindy were on their knees in front of the seated pilots rapidly bobbing their heads up and down on their growing dicks.

Although both girls had sucked the pilots cocks more times than they could count, this felt to them like it was the first time all over again.

Cindy and Sindy felt so free now they knew the pilots actually enjoyed it. Before they were worried the pilots’ balls would blow up and that each time they groaned they were in agony. Now they heard their moans for what they were, cries of pleasure as they licked and sucked the fliers’ big cocks.

“I wish you had told me this was fun for you,” said Cindy, looking up at the captain. “I would have done it all the time.”

“Me too,” said Sindy. “It’s almost like you didn’t want us to make you happy!”

The pilots smiled at the girls and held their bobbing heads in their hands. Sindy savoured the taste of the cock in her mouth and twisted her tongue around it, flicking it rapidly, remembering how delightful her sister’s tongue had felt on her.

Sindy gasped suddenly, but managed to keep the cock in her mouth, as she realised nobody had licked Cindy yet. She was determined to do it for her sister so she sucked so hard on the co-pilots cock that the cum literally rose up out of his balls and into her mouth.

She had a strange image of little babies swimming around on her tongue as the sperm filled her mouth and wondered if it was right to swallow them.

She shrugged her shoulders and swallowed anyway, realising she had done it every other time.

As soon as she had swallowed she ripped off her sister’s panties and began to facefuck Cindy with her tongue. She slid it between her sister’s slit, exploring the inside of her canal, wondering if she pushed it in far enough, whether she would be able to taste the mysterious egg she had been told was inside.

“I wonder if it has a shell or you have to peel it?” she thought as her sister began to buck her pussy against her tongue.

The captain couldn’t control himself as he watched the beautiful blondes going down on him and each other and came in Cindy’s mouth even as Cindy flooded her sister’s face, letting out breathless moans as she came.

Cindy turned around and dove her face between her sister’s legs, the girls lying on each other in a classic 69 pose.

Their groans of pleasure filled the cockpit and both pilots were soon hard again as they watched the sisters’ climax in each other’s faces over and over again.

“Thank God for auto-pilot,” thought the captain. He climbed on top of Cindy and pushed his hard cock into her arse, pushing it into her anal cavity as Sindy flicked her tongue over her clit.

“Oh no, captain,” said Cindy. “I might catch pregnancy.”

“Don’t worry,” laughed the captain. “I’m going up your butt. You can’t catch it that way.”

The captain began fucking Cindy in the arse.

“That hurts me captain,” she said. “That way doesn’t feel as nice.”

“It does for me,” he said. “Christ you are tight. It feels so good!”

Cindy decided the captain feeling good was more important than it hurting her, so she started to lick her sister’s wet pussy again.

Just then the co-pilot appeared in front of her and made Cindy sit up as he pushed his cock into Sindy’s spread pussy.

“But she will catch babies,” said Cindy.

“I won’t cum in her,” said the co-pilot. “Why don’t we play a game and see if you can catch the babies with your mouth before they get inside her.”

“OK, said Cindy as she was rocked back and forth by the captain’s thrusting cock. The co-pilot sucked Cindy’s bouncing tits as he fucked Sindy in the pussy.

Sindy wrapped her legs around the co-pilot as she continued to lick her sister. She could see the captain’s balls as they danced in front of her face as he fucked her sister’s arse so she reached up and tickled them softly with her fingers.

It seemed to set off a chain reaction as the captain suddenly came in Cindy’s arse. As the cum leaked out and fell on Sindy’s face, Cindy also climaxed and squirted on Sindy. This set Sindy off and she came around the co-pilots cock, her pulsing pussy gripping his cock and causing him to cum inside her.

“Oh no,” said Cindy. “You came in her pussy. I didn’t catch the babies.”

“Maybe you can lick them out,” said the co-pilot.

Cindy buried her tongue into her sister’s slit and licked the creamy white babies out of her sister’s slit.

She swallowed them all down.

“That’s weird,” said Cindy. “Your babies taste like fish!”

The girls quickly put their uniforms back on.

“Just tell us when you want another blowjob,” said Cindy. “We should really see if any of the passengers want one as well!”

“Ah, just be careful with that,” said the captain. “Some people might get a bit funny if you offer them one.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Sindy. “It’s our job to serve the passengers. If that’s what they want, we do it.”

“OK,” said the captain. “But don’t offer. Just do it with the ones that ask. And try and be discreet.”

“What’s discreet?” asked Sindy.

“Never mind,” said the captain.

The two girls left the cockpit.

“I can’t wait to get to Sydney,” said Cindy. “Let’s just stay in the hotel and give each other blowjobs. It will be so much fun!”

And both girls jumped for joy.

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I lay there on the beach soaking up the sun. The day just couldn’t get any better. I was thousands of miles from work, rush hour traffic, anyone I knew and I didn’t have a damned thing planned. As I watched the waves roll in and back out again I began to think about the nightlife here. I can’t very well sit on the beach the entire time. I mean I loved it, but I needed to get my blood pumping. Some excitement! I swung by the front desk of the resort I was staying at and asked what they did to pass their time. I didn’t want to go to a tourist spot, I wanted a real place, where they didn’t jack up the prices and have a bunch of rich “to-dos” rubbing in that they are rolling in money. I hate that. It took me three years to save up for this trip. So I wanted to be around people like me, real people. They told me about a club on the other side of the island, a little hole in the wall. I thanked them and headed up to my room.

I went through my clothes and got out my favorite outfit. It screamed fuck me! I loved the attention I got when I wore it. A black leather mini skirt
that barely covered my round ass, and a black off the shoulders blouse that
had an extremely low neck line. Well it was more of a breast line since it showed them off quite nicely. I had to wear a shelf bra when I wore that shirt and it forced my tits up accenting my cleavage. I quickly showered, got dressed and took a look at myself in the mirror. Oh damn I looked good. My breasts looked as though they were going to pop out of my shirt.

I finally found the club. They weren’t kidding, it was a little hole in the wall. Definitely not a place the “richy-rich” would go. I heard the music thumping even before I got inside. I paid my five-dollar cover charge and was in. The place was dimly lit, aside from the flashing lights around the dance floor. I worked my way around to the bar and ordered a drink.

I spun around on my stool and surveyed the place. Lots of people there, it was bigger than it looked from the outside. After a few moments of gathering my nerve I made way to the dance floor. I easily picked up the beat and began to sway my hips. The floor was crowded and I kept bumping into people. No one minded, I guess they were used to it. I was lost in the music, and the drink I had went straight to my head. I felt someone consistently bumping against me from behind, so I thought I’d play along. I took a step back and let my ass rub against them.

As the fast paced song faded into a slow one, I thought for sure the person behind me was going to leave. To my surprise I felt their hands move around my waist and as they leaned in closer I felt her tits against my back. I smiled. A chic! I let down my guard and leaned into her. I could smell her shampoo. I felt tingles travel along my spine and the longer we danced the more turned on I got.

After the song ended she tugged at my hips, letting me know she wanted to go sit down. We got to a table and she ordered two beers. “So where are ya from sexy?” I smiled, “Florida. I’m down here for a month.” She smiled. We made light conversation as we felt each other out. Out of no where she asked if I wanted to get out of there and go some place quiet. I nodded.

We walked a few blocks and were at the beach. “Well I guess I can spend the night on the beach too,” I thought and laughed. She grabbed my hand and looked up at me. “What’s so funny?” “Oh nothing.” She leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked. We walked for a little while long and ended up between a few sand dunes. She turned to me and grabbed my hands, pressing her lips against mine again. I should have been nervous about being with a complete stranger in the middle of night, alone.

She eased us down to the sand and lay on top of me. She quickly popped my tits out from the neckline of my blouse. Her warm breath against my skin sent waves of excitement up my spine. She flicked her tongue like a serpent over my hardening nipples as her hands worked my skirt up past my hips. My panties were no match for her and lay beside me in an instant. The sand pressed into my skin as she moved down my body. She wasn’t playing around, she was getting right to the point.

She pressed her face against my mound, resting her chin right at the top of my slit. With a final look up she plunged her tongue into my wet pussy. My moans were lost in the crashing of the waves. As her tongue circled around my clit, never actually touching, I whimpered and squirmed. I was so horny, I wanted her to tongue fuck me, not tease me. Her flattened tongue finally ran over my clit setting fireworks off in my body. I quickly slipped my fingers into her thick black hair and began to grind my hips against her face. Faster and faster she swirled her tongue over and around my throbbing slit until I exploded. My juices flowed freely into her mouth. She buried her face into my pussy causing my climax to go further, and coat her face in my slick fluids.

I didn’t wait until my orgasm was over before I sat up and rolled her over. I wanted to taste her! It was my turn. I quickly removed her tight shorts. Her mocha skin was covered in sand and glistened in the moonlight. I didn’t care about the sand and went straight for her snatch. My nose was filled with her musky scent. I playfully slicked her lips and watched her squirm before slipping my tongue deep into her pussy. She tightened her thighs around the side of my head as I ate her out. She tasted delicious, sweet and salty at the same time. My tongue wagged wildly over her clit and plunged deep into her wetness like a little cock. After a few moments I slipped my finger deep inside her and I felt her muscles squeeze tightly around it. I continued to lick and suck her clit as I worked my finger in and out of her sweetness.

She writhed in the sand like someone possessed and tightened her grip around my head with her thighs. She was going to cum. I licked harder and faster, her black pubic hair tickling my nose. I felt her hand grab a handful of my hair and push hard. Her pussy began to spasm and her juices covered my finger. She shuddered and then her moans died out. I moved my way up her body and kissed her deeply, our juices mixing in our mouths. We lay there for a while, gathering the strength to stand up. Once we did, I took her back to my place and introduced her to some of my toys. It was the best vacation I’ve ever had.

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A short story based on a fantasy of mine

My first sex story! Enjoy and feel free to leave criticism/message me!

Name: Claire
Age: 21
Description: Around 5 foot 6 inches tall with black short hair and hazel eyes. She has a very athletic frame, 32 C breasts that look smaller then they are due to a very perky shape.

Another day in late spring, she finds herself having a day off from work sprawled out across the sofa. The sun beaming through the bay window of her flat and a failed air conditioning unit made sure she stayed there. Quite frankly, she might as well have been in a fan-assisted oven.

Being utterly lazy, most of the time, today she decided on just a tee shirt and a pair of plain black panties, both of which drench by her sweat and clung to her skin. Somehow she had managed to sleep comfortably through the heat, especially since her hand had fell into a half melted bucket of ice cream by the side of her sofa.

Waking up in the early afternoon she looked round with a rather contented gaze, bolting upright when she felt the lukewarm liquid on her hand, which used to be ice cream.
“Shit!” Quickly waking up she picked up the bucket and rushed to the fridge, frowning as she threw it into the freezer she quickly went to wash her hands, and flopped back onto the sofa, and simply sat there looking out the bay window into the empty flat across the road from hers.
She actually knew the girl who lived there; she waved to her every morning from her flat, and usually talked to her at the convenience store where the girl worked. Cindy, she’s called, she was closer to 6 foot tall and had long auburn hair and green eyes, and her figure! Claire felt almost instantly aroused from thinking about it.

Her full breasts, those perfect curves and an ass she just wanted to reach and squeeze every time she saw her. It’s no secret that Claire is a lesbian, if anything she’s quite open about it, stopping short of bragging about it. She’d often tried to flirt with Cindy but never found it appropriate at her work place, and despite being flirty and rather out going, she found herself too shy to go round.

She closes her eyes and lets herself drift off into a daydream, her hands tugging at the hem of her tee shirt; still clingy to her skin she found it very uncomfortable for her new thoughts. Biting her bottom lip, her fingers gently prize the shirt off her stomach, rolling it up to just under neath her breasts. She let her fingers wander up and down her stomach, tickling and stroking herself while straying nearer and nearer towards the edge of her panties.
Her thoughts now filled with nothing but Cindy, she lets out a soft moan and runs her fingers back up her stomach, her breath getting shorter and shorter as her hands gently cup her breasts through her T-Shirt, in her mind she could only wish that it was Cindy’s hands and not her own. She gently tweaks her nipples through the cloth of her shirt; her nipples quickly become erect, clearly showing through her top.
Sitting up right she pulls her top off, letting out a sigh of relief she flops back on the sofa, resting one foot up on the sofa and sprawling the other across the floor, she slips back into her day dream legs wide apart. She runs her hands up to her neck and brings them back down slowly, her sweat making her skin glow and stick slightly. She needed to cool down, and she had just the idea.

Again she darts to the fridge, nearly tripping over one of the few discarded pizza boxes lying around she flings the freezer open and grabs the ice cream bucket, slamming the freezer door she races half naked back to the sofa. She sits there, staring at the still melted, if not much cooler, ice cream. The idea races through her head, squirming she rests back against the sofa, pulling the existing spoon from the bucket she eats a scoop, before finally deciding, her breathing returns to being short and sharp as she takes another scoop of the ice cream, and holds it over her nipple.
Biting her lip she shakily tips the spoon, pouring the ice cream onto her nipple. It sent jolts through her, the cold liquid causing her nipple to stiffen more, she gasps and smiles to herself, dropping the bucket to the floor and sucking the spoon clean, she rubs the ice cream over her nipple, twisting, teasing and flicking at it, moaning deeply, then a second thought comes to her.

Lifting her legs up into the air she grabs her panties and slips them off, the crotch sticking to the moist lips of her pussy she throws them across the room, grabbing the ice cream bucket again, she gets another spoon full, opening her legs wide, bearing all to see, she tips the liquid over her hooded clit. The sensation causes her to cry out in pleasure. Her hips bucking madly and arching her back, she closes her eyes and returns to her fantasy, dropping the bucket and the spoon, diving her fingers straight down in the mess of pubic hair and ice cream, rubbing furiously at her clit.
Her other hand reaching down further, gathering what she can of the ice scream she leans back into the sofa, her fingers now slick, she slips a finger immediately into her anus. Her fingers rapidly increasing in speed, circling her erect clit rapidly she slips a second finger into her ass. Her mind racing with thoughts of Cindy, imaging what she’d look like naked, whether she’d like anal and whether she’d like even dirtier things…

All the while she was furiously masturbating she had forgotten two crucial things, One, her curtains were open, two, her sofa was in the right place, so that she could see out of her window, but that means Cindy could she exactly what she was doing. And she did see.

“Cindy! Cindy! Oh god Cindy!” Claire had moved up to three fingers. Although it was quite dry she loved anal sex, and had moved herself into a doggy style position on the sofa. Her fingers moving in and out of her ass, twisting and pushing deeper. Her mind racing with thoughts of Cindy shoving her hand into her ass. Oh she wanted her. All of her.

She was now panting for breath, trying to force a fourth finger in.

Cindy crossed the road quickly, what she had seen had actually quite disturbed her. What had compelled Claire to do that? She had seen her half naked a few times glancing across the street and thought nothing of it, but this was too much for her, and she wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.
She quickly jumped up the stairs towards the third floor and headed towards what she thought was Claire’s flat the next thing she heard just made her stand still and blush.

“Cindy! Cindy! Oh god Cindy!” The muffled sound of Claire’s voice could still be heard in the corridor. All Cindy could do was feel a bit dumbstruck, she wanted to just go and hope it doesn’t happen again, but she also wanted to find out what was going on.
The edged nervously towards the door, the thought of ‘this is wrong’ kept flashing across her mind, but as she kept hearing her name being called out in ecstasy, her heart’s pace quickened and she reached out for the door knock, but she stopped.
She just wanted to go home and ignore it, she had a boyfriend, and she’s not exactly timid. And yet the sound of this girl screaming her name just made her so curious, she wanted to see, she wanted to know.

Her hand moved from the door knock and moved towards the door handle. She decided, she’d just go home and talk to her about it later. Then she realised what she was doing, her mind saying one thing her body another. The image of Claire’s half naked body flashing suddenly into her mind, the image of her pouring ice cream on herself just a few minutes ago, and now she couldn’t help but barge in.

So there she was, dumb struck and blushing like crazy, her heart thumping away at the sight of Claire, bent over her sofa, fisting herself, looking just as confused as she was.

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I started this job at the beginning of summer. I admit I only got the job so I could be near the beach all day and wear those tight little uniforms. Ok so maybe not the last bit. I’m a housekeeper for one of the many condos that line Perdido Beach. My family says I’m in a dead end job and I need to do better for myself. The fact is, they don’t know all the services I provide for the patrons of the Seagull. I hadn’t always done the extras. And I don’t do them for all the folks there. Just the women.

It was a day like any other, the sun was shinning and the water sparkled. I got my list of rooms to be cleaned and grabbed my cart. The first room of the day took me up to the 17th floor. I’d never been up there, and was excited cause I knew the view was going to be awesome. I knocked lightly against the door and said loudly “Room service.” I didn’t hear anyone so I let myself in.

As I entered the room and closed the door behind me, I heard the shower running. This room was huge! I turned towards the bathroom at the other end of the place and hollered “Room Service.” I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I headed over to the kitchen and started cleaning up around the bar. As I moved onto the living room and pulled out my vacuum I looked around. She was definitely rolling in the money. The décor was definitely not bought at Sears. I shook my head. As I vacuumed I danced along with the song in my head as I stared out the sliding glass door. It must have taken me a good ten minutes to vacuum that carpet. I turned it off and turned around to get the glass cleaner for the doors. That’s when I saw her.

“Hello Ma’am.” I said obviously startled. She smiled, “I’m sorry if I scared you. I saw your dance and just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I didn’t want you to stop.” She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and I saw no pictures of family on the walls. I felt myself blush. “Oh come now, there’s no need for that. God gave you a gorgeous body, and why should you be bashful about it. Honey, I’ve got a saying, if you got it, flaunt it!” With that she dropped her bathrobe to the floor. I about fell over. She was HOT!!! Her curves were all in the right spots, her legs went on forever, and her breasts were perfect.

I wasn’t sure what to do or say so I stood there with my mouth wide open. She didn’t leave me much time to figure out anything. She quickly pressed her body to mine and ran her hands up my body. “And this tight little number you have on is sexy, but I want to see your natural beauty.” For some reason that didn’t feel awkward and I removed my outfit.

As I stood there naked, she looked me over and nodded her head in approval. She pressed her body against mine again, this time our nipples rubbed together. Her soft skin sent shivers down my spine as her hands began to explore my body again. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. She pulled back and asked me if I wanted to see the rest of the place. I simply nodded. She took me on a little tour, which of course ended in the bedroom.

She kissed me again and slowly pushed me back onto the bed. Her body rested on top of mine, our bush meshing together. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and lightly licked my lips. I moaned lightly and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hands worked their way up to my breasts, lightly cupping them in her hand as she rolled my nipples between her fingers. I began to squirm underneath her. I couldn’t believe how good this felt, let alone I was doing this with a complete stranger. She let one of her hands slide from my breasts down my body to my hips. She slid her body off to the side of mine and let her fingers trace my moistening lips. And as quickly as all this started her finger found my clit.

Her finger finding my clit made me jerk. I immediately spread my legs for her. She smiled seductively and began to kiss her way down my neck to my breasts. Her tongue flicked around my nipples, making sure they were hard and sucking them into her mouth to make sure they were standing as high as they could. As she continued her trek down my body her hair passed over my extremely sensitive nipples causing ripples of pleasure flow over my body. Her kisses made their way to my mound.

As her mouth got closer to my pussy the higher I tried to raise my hips, hoping that she’d reach my clit sooner. The anticipation was killing me. She was moving so slowly. Her soft giggle told me she knew what she was doing to me. I finally felt her mouth against my lips. She knelt between my dangling legs. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled until my ass was at the edge of the bed. She rested my thighs on her shoulders as she blew lightly across my wetness.

She slowly pressed her face against my pussy, her nose lightly grazing against my throbbing clit, her hands holding onto my hips firmly. She let her tongue slip from between her full lips and began to stroke my clit lengthwise. My hands immediately went to the back of her head and laced my fingers into her still damp hair. She worked her tongue up and down, side to side over and around my clit.

My hips tried to rock against her face but her firm grip held me still. My moans filled the large bedroom as she worked my clit. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of that. I felt her slip one of her fingers into my hole and began to wiggle it inside me. I grunted as I arched my back and squeezed tightly around her finger. I felt the familiar stirring as my orgasm began to build. She increased her speed around my clit, letting her tongue dart in and out of her mouth, randomly hitting my clit.

My body tensed as my climax washed over me. My moans were loud and desperate as I pushed against the back of her head, forcing her face deeper into my pussy, my thighs squeezing tightly around her head. My hips rocked against her firm grip and I spasmed around her finger. As my moans began to die down so did her stroking. She eased me down from my peak and made her way back up my body.

Her kiss was as firm as her grip was on my hips. Her tongue entered my mouth and I could taste my sweetness. We both moaned as the kiss deepened. After a few moments she sat up and smiled down at me. “You should get dressed and get your other rooms done. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” I lay there astonished and speechless, but got up and found my way back to my clothes. As I dressed she told me not to worry about finishing her place, and that I’d done more for her than I’ll ever know. With that she handed me a one hundred dollar bill and told me that she was going to make sure I was the one to ‘clean’ her place.

Since then, twice a week we would give each other the time of our lives. And people wonder why I keep my job.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!