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This is the first in an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

Parry! – lunge! – parry! – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Then I over-committed myself in an attack and left an opening, which Miss Champney was quick to exploit. With lightning speed, the tip of her foil flicked against the padded collar of my protective tunic, and our practice bout was over. I wasn’t disappointed that she had won – she is my coach, and had been testing me on some new feints that she had demonstrated earlier in the training session.

My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me ‘Becky’ for short. I am nearly sixteen and a half years old and a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the south of England – what we in Britain call a ‘public school’, but which in the USA would be called a private school. As we live at the school during the term, it has many facilities to fill our leisure hours and occupy our energies, although quite a few of us engage in our own very unofficial activities … energetic ones, too … well, what do you expect with three hundred teenage girls all cooped up together? I’ve heard that the school was quite a lesbian hotbed in the past, back in the 1960s and 1970s; I don’t know about that, but there’s certainly plenty of girl-on-girl action available now, if you are inclined that way. I am – I’m so inclined that I’m not leaning, I’m horizontal; preferably in my second-most-favourite position, which is on my back with my legs spread wide apart, ready for a female fuck-fest.

Anyway, one of the additional sports offered at the school is fencing, which I took up with enthusiasm about a year ago, and I’ve made good progress. The fencing tuition is given by Miss Champney, one of the science teachers; she is very skilled at the sport, and when at university was a member of the national team. Being single and living here in the school buildings (she is one of the teachers who also supervises the residential side), she is able to give individual coaching lessons in the early evening to the older girls such as myself. She takes over the smallest of the school’s three gymnasiums for this, and always locks the door on the inside – she says it could be dangerous if someone came rushing in by mistake, not wearing a helmet or anything, and also that great concentration is needed and it is essential that there won’t be any distracting interruptions.

On this spring evening, I was having one of my twice-weekly individual coaching sessions with Miss Champney (I also attend the team practice with the other girls). We had been working energetically for over thirty minutes, and it was time to move on to the other part of the programme. I froze when Miss Champney’s blade scored its touch on my neck, and then moved only my right arm to point my own foil down and away to my side.

‘I submit’, I said, looking directly at her. Saying this, rather than the usual term ‘I yield’, was my signal that I felt had practised enough and – with her approval, and if she was satisfied with my efforts – we could now have a rather different type of workout. I held my breath, as for a long moment she stood as still as a statue, appraising me, and then she took a step backwards into the ‘at rest’ position, brought her foil to the front of her helmet in formal salute, and nodded once in silent permission. With a pleased sigh, I removed my fencing helmet and placed it and my foil carefully on the floor beside me. Then I took up the position of submission: I sank down onto one knee, the other on the wooden floor, and looked demurely downwards.

I know very well that I am an attractive girl, and I don’t try to minimise it. I am quite tall at five foot ten inches (and still growing, I will probably reach six feet), and this gives me a long reach that is an advantage in fencing – Miss Champney is an inch taller than me. Like her, I am quite slender with arms and legs that are slim but strong; as well as the gymnasiums, the school has a well-equipped exercise room with rowing machines, bicycles, weights, presses and so on – it’s quite a busy and popular place. We differ in other ways: I’m a brunette, with almost black hair, quite wavy and shoulder length – for fencing, I pin it up under my helmet – and I’m actually more curvy than she is! Miss Champney has quite thin hips and small breasts, whereas mine have filled out in the last year – not large, just nicely average or even a little less, pyramidal and pointy C cups. Miss Champney says rather disapprovingly that their weight on my chest will slow me down just that tiny bit which will prevent me from getting to the highest level in the sport, even though my eye, my reflexes and my instincts are all very sharp. However, I don’t mind – I enjoy fencing and can beat most opponents (not her, of course), but I’m not ambitious to make the Olympic team, as she did in 2000 when she was twenty.

As I knelt, looking downwards at my teacher’s white shoes, I felt the touch of her fencing foil once again. Its blunt tip moved across my padded body-tunic and came to rest with unerring precision over the nipple of my right breast, which instantly hardened in response to the firm pressure. Miss Champney moved the tip of her foil in a tracery around the tip of that breast and then across to stimulate its neighbour in the same way, making me give a slight moan of sweet arousal. Then she withdrew it, stepping back a pace into her previous position, and still without speaking a word. There was no need, for I knew exactly what to do – this was very far from being our first time. Even then, about eight months ago (Miss Champney had a little anticipated the understood, of course unwritten, rule at the school that teachers did not have sexual relationships with girls under the age of seventeen), I had been far from a lesbian novice. I have had affairs with my classmates since a week after arriving as a new girl, aged fourteen, when I found plenty of willing takers for mutual masturbation and wet sloppy cunnilingus, and I lost my virginity not long before I was fifteen to the strap-on dildo of one of the Sixth Form prefects – again, my height and growing figure, making me look older, led her also to sidestep another convention, which was that the seventeen and eighteen year-old Sixth Formers didn’t screw the under-sixteens. However, I was making no complaints either in that case or when Miss Champney first fucked me, after about two months of lessons – in fact, I deliberately enticed the prefect, who I had quite a crush on. The truth is that I have an unquenchable appetite for lesbian sex, and a wide and catholic taste in lovers: anyone from puberty to fifty, any race or colour, with only two total turn-offs – I can’t do the overweight, or those with bad breath (and I’m sorry, but that includes you smokers out there; I mean, seriously, would you want to kiss or lick an ashtray?).

So, still kneeling, I quickly unfastened the protective tunic that covers from the crotch to the neck, tossing it away to the side, and then I peeled away the sports bra which had kept my jutting breasts confined during the fencing lesson. Now that I was naked from the waist up, I resumed my pose of demure obedience. The fencing foil came into view again, and repeated its circling of my stiff pink nipples, the touch of the cool steel having an incredibly arousing effect. Miss Champney then moved it a little lower, running the tip along under each of my breasts, slightly lifting them as she did so. My nostrils flared, my breathing became a little ragged, but I made no other sound. Then the foil moved down my chest, circled twice around my navel, and stopped at the waistband of my three-quarter length white fencing trousers.

I held my breath. Would she, would she … oh, would she?

YES!!

My silent prayer was answered, as Miss Champney snapped the blade of her foil smartly up between my legs, giving an imperative double rap against the crotch of the trousers. They are padded slightly too, so again there was no discomfort – in fact, it turned me on that she had to deliver quite some force to get an appreciable feeling and sound. I bounded eagerly to my feet, and quickly discarded all of my remaining garments: shoes, socks, trousers and the already damp panties that had been underneath. Miss Champney handed me her foil, which I carefully put next to mine, out of our way, and then like a squire in some medieval tournament, I removed her helmet and unbuckled her tunic. When she was free from the helmet she tossed her head once, shaking her short blonde bobbed hair back into place, but otherwise she stood as still and silent as a statue.

Miss Champney’s breasts are nice but quite small, I rather think just A-cups, and she did not need to bother with sports bras – indeed, she had no bra on at all under the fencing jacket, so when I removed it she was naked from the waist upwards. As she stood quietly, but with a slight smile playing around her mouth and a gleam of desire in her eyes, I came back around to her front and bent forwards. I cupped her right breast in my hand, kissed her nipple, and then began quite vigorously to lick and suck it. After a few moments, as I heard her breathing quicken, she gave me a slight tap on the top of my head, which was the signal to transfer my attentions to her other breast. This I did, but still keeping one hand massaging her right breast with occasional tweaks of its tit.

The next signal came a few moments later – a firm downwards pressure on both my shoulders, quite unmistakeable in meaning. I relinquished her left breast with some reluctance – they may be smallish, but her tits really turn me on – and dropped to squat on my haunches in front of my lithe and attractive teacher. I undid the buttons and zip at the side of her trousers, and drew them down her legs; with a flick of her fingers, she indicated that her panties (a small bikini pair, just in plain white cotton) were to go now as well, and so they followed the trousers over her ankles as she lifted first one foot and then the other to allow me to remove them. Miss Champney was now entirely naked except for her shoes and short white ankle socks.

My squatting position meant that my face was just at the right level for her cunt, and I took a second to admire her lean flanks, trim hips and the curve of her pelvis – she had quite a wide gap between her legs at the top, and her mound jutted forwards, neatly shaven as always. Leaning forwards, I brought my lips up to it, giving first a soft kiss on her puckered and extended outer labia – a kiss of greeting and of reverence. Then I became more purposeful and energetic, and took a grip behind on her ass to steady and brace myself. I thrust my tongue into her vagina, tasting her slightly bitter juices, delving into her hole and then pulling out in order to sweep upwards, like a cavalry charge, seeking the treasure trove of her clit. My lips fastened around her pussy with limpet-like determination, sucking vigorously one second and then in the next plunging my tongue into her, penetrating her as firmly and far as I could reach.

Miss Champney began to lose a little of her poise and cool – which was what I loved about this part, because driving this very experienced dyke to climax gave me an amazing sense of sexual power. My teacher’s hips began to jerk in a rhythmic counter-response to my oral thrusts, and her breath broke up into ragged gasps. She reached for my shoulders again – not to send any signal to desist, but purely to steady herself. Then, quite suddenly, Miss Champney gave a harsh barking sound, grabbing my head and pulling my face almost suffocatingly into her cunt. This had the effect of rubbing my nose into the top of her vaginal cleft and under the clitoral hood, and I feverishly nuzzled her swollen nub. At the same time, my tongue – curled up for greater penetrative impact – never ceased to bore into her hole. After her broken cry, I felt all of my teacher’s muscles lock into rigidity during the powerful burst of her orgasm, and my tongue tasted the flow of fresh sharp pussy juice that almost squirted onto my tongue and cheeks.

Miss Champney spoke her first wards to me since the end of our fencing bout:

‘Thank you, Becky, that was very nice … very nice indeed. Now – take up your position!’

I obeyed with alacrity, lying down on my back on the thin rubber mat we used for the practice matches, and spreading my legs apart – I don’t shave my pussy (we schoolgirls aren’t allowed to, lest we injure ourselves with the naked blades), but I keep it carefully trimmed, with just a ring of short black hair drawing the eye to the pink cleft in between.

As soon as I was in place, Miss Champney straddled me, taking up the classic 69 position with her mouth going down onto my cunt and her ass above my face, her legs arched apart and giving me a full view of her gaping slit. I was eager to taste her again, and was stimulated near to frenzy by what she was doing between my legs – she was using both her fingers and her mouth to stimulate my vagina and clit, and to expert effect. I reached up to wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her pussy downwards to press against my mouth, and I began my second session of cunnilingus.

I was the first to come – that woman has such a deft touch, she can play me like a piano! I gave a kind of scream, and then spasmodically my butt jerked upwards and then thumped back on the mat three or four times in rapid alternation, and as I came my legs flopped sideways, even further apart. Miss Champney gave a final flick of her fingers on my clit, sending further orgasmic shivers through me, and then she reared upwards, squatting her cunt on my face. Her hands went to her own small breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, and she rocked backwards and forwards, her eyes closed and her vagina grinding down against me. I managed to squirrel a hand in under her as well, and shoved two fingers into her pussy – in response, she shifted slightly further back, so that my mouth could devour her clit whilst I pistoned the fingers roughly and rapidly in and out of her sex-hole. Before long, she climaxed as well – her second orgasm, and I thought it seemed at least as powerful as the first.

My teacher climbed off my naked prone form, and then bent to give me a soft kiss, one of her hands gently tracing down my body to caress first my breasts and then tenderly to stroke my pussy. I stretched and purred like a cat … well, I am such a pussy-cat, it just seems right! Also, I was pretty sure that I would be getting my full reward tonight – it doesn’t always happen by any means, sometimes because there is not enough time left and sometimes, though not often, because I have not tried hard enough or concentrated properly during the actual fencing lesson.

Miss Champney looked down at me, and then her slightly sharp features melted into the attractive smile which I love, but which she rarely shows in class. She gave me a nod, and I scrambled round onto my hands and knees, my legs braced apart and my ass up in the air. After a moment, I sensed Miss Champney standing behind me, and then I felt the cold steel nub of her fencing foil. She drew it across my back, and then with tantalising slowness – but wonderful effect – scraped it down my spine to rub against the small of my back. Then, as I waggled my ass in the air as eagerly as a young puppy wagging its tail, the flattened tip of the foil moved on, down the cleavage between my ass-cheeks, around my anus, and so reached its prize – the base of my pudenda: soft, wet and hanging open. Miss Champney changed tactic; up to now, she had exclusively used the tip of the sword, but now she slid its long flexible length along my cleft, coaxing the blade into the jut of my vagina, and then pressing more firmly, easing the foil from side to side to open me up further and then slowly sliding the side of the blade back and forth. I was quivering, nearly fainting from stimulus and desire, when she paused and withdrew the foil – with unerring instinct, she knew that I was close to coming, and that was not on the agenda just yet.

The fencing mistress put down her foil, and reached for another kind of weapon – one which was familiar to me, and I greeted it like a long-lost friend (it had been too long – a week! – since the last time). She buckled on the harness of a long, thick and curved strap-on, and then knelt behind me, bumping the end of the fake phallus against my distended labia. I arched my back in response, and at once she plunged the dildo in, nearly to its full-length; I was delighted that I had the capacity to take it, to take it all the way.

Miss Champney kept up a steady stroke – indeed, her smooth rhythm reminded me of the rowing machines in the exercise-room, as she grasped my hips and pivoted backwards and forwards behind me. This is my most-favourite position: I just love being taken with a strap-on from behind, doggy-style, especially by an older woman. I’m not usually the submissive sexual partner – in fact, I believe in the principle that it is better to give than to receive, and I particularly get off on fucking other girls this way, but with a good-looking experienced dyke like Miss Champney, I love to surrender myself and get really shafted, really drilled – the harder, almost the rougher, the better. Miss Champney knows this well; it’s one reason why I’m more or less her favourite piece of ass amongst the pupils (of course she has sex with other girls – and teachers too, I’m sure; I’m not at all jealous, after all I’m in the bed of another teacher regularly, plus two prefects and about five girls in my own class and the ones both immediately above and below!).

So, within a few seconds of giving me the first few strokes, Miss Champney upped the tempo and began really slamming the rod of the dildo into my pussy, the faceplate of the harness slapping against my outer labia as it was thrust home. I was giving squeals of delight, accompanied by pleading imprecations for her to do it more, do it deeper, do it harder – basically, just to fuck me to bits. Miss Champney is very fit, and she barely broke sweat as she adjusted her angle of attack, took a firm grip on my hips, and began to batter the plastic cock in and out of me with almost savage intensity. I felt like I was being torpedoed, and that very soon there would be an explosion inside me.

Without pausing in her faster and more frenetic impalements of my cunt, Miss Champney removed one hand from my waist and used it to pull out the clip and comb which had kept my hair fixed up in a tight bun during the fencing practice. I know that my glossy and wavy black hair is one of the things which Miss Champney finds most attractive about me, and she let my long locks cascade across my shoulders and fall down my front, dangling in front of my wildly jerking breasts. Then she grasped a great clump of my hair on the back of my head, and used it as leverage – both to steady herself, and to pull the front of my torso upright, bracing my body against the thrusts of her bucking hips.

Tears were starting to form in the corners of my eyes – not of pain, certainly not of fear; they were the tears that you get when your sensory system is overloaded, as mine surely was then. My mouth gaped open, my eyes were glazed and staring forwards, and all of my slim form was trembling and shaking in that starburst second that comes before a climax. I gave a rapid series of grunts, each one forced out of my guts by an even deeper merciless penetration from Miss Champney’s strap-on phallus, and then almost without warning all my joints turned to water and I collapsed face-down, simultaneously with climaxing. I gave a gasping and ululating moan as I came – it was the orgasm, as always a bone-shaker when Miss Champney fucks me like this; it was a most intense, out-of-this-world experience and I wanted to acknowledge it somehow.

It took me a few seconds to recover my breath, and during this Miss Champney leaned forwards and kissed me softly in the middle of the back, before flexing her hips and withdrawing the dildo – it was an extraordinary sensation as it was extracted from my cunt, making a wet popping sound as it emerged from my love-tunnel. My teacher massaged my back for a moment, giving me a lovely feeling as her fingers and nails stroked down my spine and out across my hips. Then, as Miss Champney rose to her feet, she gave me a playful but quite forceful slap on my ass.

‘Good girl – you’re improving!’ she declared.

She unlocked the door that connected to the pupils’ changing room and showers, and as I gathered up my gear and scuttled through, I wondered whether she meant the fencing or the fucking? Perhaps she meant both? Mmm – I do hope she meant both!

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This is a story I am still in the process of finishing. I have realised that it is very long so I have decided to break it up into parts. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box.

Alice and I had holidayed together for several years, twice a year we would go to Europe somewhere for a week to catch the sun as neither of our partners enjoyed the heat. We both had hectic jobs and appreciated the relaxation that a girlie holiday could offer.

I was a tall brunette, good bones, large bust, I guess you’d call me Amazonian in body structure. Alice was petite, very fair, with a lovely set of boobs but very fine and dainty. We always had a laugh together, relaxed in our own skins and comfortable to be together, often sleeping in the same room sharing the bathroom, we were both in our mid thirties been around in the world long enough to be comfortable with ourselves. We normally sought a European style self-catering apartment, the usual lounge area, combined toilet/bathroom with a large bedroom with twin beds. Holidaying, particularly favouring Greece, the apartments were basic and clean, our normal routine was breakfast, topless sunbathing on the beach all day, an evening meal at a local eatery, back to the apartment to read our books and then to bed to start the routine the next day as before.

This year we decided to try a different island, this one seemed less commercial, I had read somewhere that it was renowned for its nudist beaches, at the time I had mused to myself that that might be fun to try. I picked her up from her home and we chatted and babbled together all the way to the airport, the flight and the taxi to the resort. We had a very easy friendship and enjoyed each other’s company.The heat hit us as we came off the plane, that wonderful balmy temperature which was a refreshing change from the early damp summer of the England we had left behind. We arrived at our apartment late in the evening, a nice clean apartment with a large open plan wetroom/bathroom and a large bedroom complete with two double beds.

We unpacked our suitcases, ventured out to the nearest restaurant to eat a quick meal and then back to the apartment to strip off and lay under the cover of cool cotton sheets looking forward to our full first day of our holiday and soon dropped off to sleep.The next morning I was raring to go and as Alice still seemed to be asleep, I dived into the bathroom to shower and shave all my bits as I hadn’t had time to have the full wax treatment prior to leaving due to work commitments. I was busy in the shower area shaving the small amount of hair stubble which had grown over my pussy when Alice walked in chattering away. I continued to slide the razor up, over my high inner thighs, labia and pubic bone area with my leg alternately up on the shower stool to get better access to those hard to reach places.

Alice’s banter I noticed seemed to come to a sliding stop so I looked up to see why and found her staring intently at my pussy which was now stubble free. She suddenly realised I had caught her looking, blushed and then quietly asked me,

‘Why do you shave down there?’

I explained, ‘Normally I wax but I hadn’t had time so was shaving.’

‘I don’t mean that, I wondered why you actually liked to be bald down there.’

I had always been a direct kind of girl so told her,

‘I like it hairless and it is more sensitive.’

She cast her eyes back down to my pussy and I couldn’t resist asking or perhaps I meant to dare her,

‘Do you wanted to feel it?’

She stepped forward and softly touched my pubic area with her fingertips, it took all my concentration not to gasp at the electric shock that went through me when her fingers came in contact with my skin. With my leg still up on the stool, she shocked me further by sliding her finger tips between my legs touching the skin on the outside of my labia. Crikey I nearly came on the spot with the delicious feelings her actions created!nShe drew her hand away then said in a whisper,

‘I’d like to shave mine.’

Straightaway I laughed wanting to steer away from the intensity of the situation and said,

‘Why not? Help yourself to my razor and gel, I’m happy to share.’

Biting her bottom lip she told me.

‘I want you to do it.’

My skin instantly prickled into goose bumps. Although happily married, I had had many girl on girl fantasies, found myself easily turned on by lesbian porn and could not deny that I had masturbated on more than one occasion imagining Alice being the one to bring me to orgasm. Well every girl needs some off the wall fantasies sometimes don’t they? I nodded that I would do it for her, not wanting to frighten her by appearing too keen,

‘Strip off your robe.’

She stripped off, placing her robe on the vanity unit and came to stand about a foot in front of me. Oh god, she was so close, I flexed my fingers by my sides nearly overcome with the need to stroke her tits, my own boobs tightened and pebbled into hard knots screaming at me to pinch and twist them in my fingers. Quickly dropping to one knee as I said,

‘Let’s have a look.’

Desperately avoiding eye contact, I was then faced with her pussy covered in a light dusting of fair hair, I couldn’t resist stroking it with the back of my fingers and softly murmuring,

‘You don’t have much to shave off but if it’s what you want…..’

I reached for the shave gel and explained,

‘This is a clear non foaming gel I prefer to use, as it enables me to see where I am shaving but allows the razor to glide over such sensitive areas without any aggravation to the skin.’

Squirting some into my hand, I smoothed it first onto her pubic area then applied some more between her legs letting my fingers slide between her pussy lips. Although I had always had girlie fantasies, I had never actually felt another woman’s pussy, it was so soft, the gel letting my fingers slide backwards and forwards over her folds. Even though I had been caressing her for a short time, my fingers felt her clit tighten up in response to my fingers, I looked up briefly and Alice had her eyes closed biting her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths.

I so wanted to continue stroking her but I still wasn’t sure if I dare go further with her, she was such a good friend, I didn’t want to lose that friendship. So I stopped and grabbed the razor and started to shave, using my other hand to manoeuvre her folds to remove the hair. Once finished I turned the shower head on and using my hands rather than a wash-cloth (any excuse I know!) I washed the gel and shaved hair her off of her pussy relishing in the opportunity to touch her again.

I needed to be sure none of the gel had got pushed up into her cunt, so I explained to her as I opened her folds with one hand and directed the shower head directly to her pussy what I was doing. At one point I couldn’t help myself and slipped one finger a little way into her cunt. She was certainly slippery up there and I am certain the shave gel didn’t get in that far and I was sure I heard a soft moan from her, excitedly I wondered to myself whether my fantasies could become realities.

I had to stop myself before I got carried away, my own pussy was thrumming away and screaming to be stroked, talk about feeling like a sex starved woman! I turned off the water and brightly said

‘All finished!’

I reached for a towel for myself and passed one to Alice, escaping the bathroom before I went too far. I hastily rubbed myself dry and couldn’t resist giving my pussy a vigorous rub with the towel in a feeble attempt to satisfy its silent shouts for my fingers to bring myself to a quick orgasm. I couldn’t even slip into the bathroom with my vibrator which was stashed in my bag, I always brought it with me and used to slip away in the night when she was asleep and bring myself off biting a towel to silence my moans of satisfaction, I would have to wait until that night.

We had breakfast and went to the beach, oiled up and sunbathed and slept for the rest of the day not saying much to one another. This was not beyond the norm anyway, as the first few days of our holidays we both slept virtually all the time, occasionally waking up to apply more sunscreen or to drink, we always took a while to wind down from our jobs.

That evening we had an enjoyable meal, chatting away to ourselves and the waiting staff, fortunately nothing seemed to be any different despite what had happened in the bathroom, so I began to think my fantasy was one sided and tried to put it to the back of my mind. We walked back to our apartment and retired to our beds to read and eventually fall to sleep.

I awoke early in the morning in a frazzled state. I had had a very erotic dream about Alice and had awoken just as she was about to suck and finger me to what would have been a mind blowing climax I am certain. The sheets had been kicked off, my skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and my fingers were stroking my very wet pussy. Desperately in need to bring myself off, hoping Alice was still asleep, I quickly glanced over to find her facing me propped up on one arm watching me. Mortified I hastily removed my hand and scrabbled to cover myself with the sheet. I mumbled,

‘Sorry.’

and said no more. She then asked,

‘Were you having a good dream?’

I sighed and said.

‘Yes.’

There was no point denying it. She then went on to explain,

‘It’s clear to me you were talking in your sleep, that it was very erotic and I watched you pull and squeeze on your nipples and then move one of your hands down to your pussy to stroke you clit. You were moaning in ecstasy and I found it very arousing. What were you dreaming about?’

By this time she was sitting on the side of the bed, naked and facing me. She again asked me,

‘What were you dreaming about?’

I figured shit or bust by this time, so I told her,

‘I was dreaming I was in bed with another woman, that she kissed, licked and sucked her way down my body, drawing each of my nipples into her mouth, licking them with her tongue and raking her teeth over the flesh. Moving down to lay between my legs and suck my clit, fingering me with two fingers curling up and massaging my g spot and I had been about to explode as I frustratingly woke up.’

She didn’t say anything in response, so I looked over at her and what a sight I saw. She sat with her legs apart, one foot on the floor the other propped up on the mattress, completely exposing her pink pussy to me, stroking herself with her fingers, her pink lips and fingers covered in her juices. She opened her eyes and looking at me directly, asking me,

‘Who was the dream about?’

So I told her,

‘It was about you and since I shaved your pussy for you yesterday morning, I haven’t been able to think about anything else! I’ve been left in a constant state of arousal and not had the opportunity to do anything about it.’

She mumbled something, I was sure she said along the lines of, well do something about it now, but I guess because I didn’t expect her to say such a thing. I claimed,

‘I didn’t hear you, what did you say?’

To which she said exactly what I thought she did which was,

‘Well do something about it now…..’

I was in such a state, I didn’t know what to do, how to react, should I just lay there and masturbate stroking my swollen clit to orgasm in front of her while she watched or should I tell her to come lay beside me and make my fantasy a reality. Needless to say I bottled out on the latter and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed to copy her pose, exposing my wet aroused self to her. She continued to touch herself but gazed at my wet core, her breaths becoming faster and faster. So turned on was I by our confrontation and the sexy sight of her wetness, that I moved my hand to the top of my thighs and slid my fingers over my pussy, mirroring what she was doing to herself.

By now I was positively panting myself, as she started to rub herself harder, her fingers stroking her wet lips less and less and starting to massage her clit in small circular strokes. I mimicked her, starting to feel the pressure build, the tingling more intense and my toes started to curl. Watching Alice, her cunt secreting oozing white cream, I could smell her sex and desperately wanted to taste her but I so didn’t want to ruin the moment and frighten her off.
Her moans became louder and louder, she clutched each of her nipples in her fingers, twisting and pulling at each of them harder as her fingers danced over her tight button of sensitive flesh. I realised she was getting close too and increased the friction and pressure on my clit desperate to come as the same time. She closed her eyes as she came and threw her head back, groaning as her orgasm coursed through her, copious juices pushing out of her and ran down between her arse cheeks.

My own orgasm shocked me, I had orgasms aplenty with my partner but not like this, my vision clouded and the spasms wracked my body over and over again, leaving me woozy and sated. I got up on wobbly legs and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then ducked into the bathroom to wash my hands, by the time I returned Alice had covered herself over and gone back to sleep. I wanted to hold her and caress her body but wistfully I realised that that wasn’t to be. I so hoped our interlude had not been a one off, only time would tell.

We slept through a little late into the morning, Alice seemed to be fine with me and we breakfasted and went off to the beach to laze the day away. As per our normal routine in the afternoon we returned to the apartment, showered, changed and ventured out into the balmy evening for something to eat. Alice continued to be her normal bubbly self, no mention was made of the early morning incident and I began to feel like I had dreamed the whole thing, even though I so wanted more!

During the night, I was dreaming again about Alice, she was in my bed laying beside me, leaning over me sucking my breasts alternately. It was divine, drawing my aching tight nipples of flesh into her mouth, sucking and raking her teeth making me moan. Her lips left my tits leaving me bereft until she proceeded to lick and nibble down my ribs, across my belly and over my pubic bone. She licked the start of my slit, her tongue probing the groove of my lips, I automatically opened my legs craving her tongue to venture further. Still leaning across my hips, she pushed her tongue against my clit, lapping at it, the sensation was so mind blowing that I subconsciously must have moved my hand down to touch myself to mimic the visions in my dream.

I nearly wet myself as my subconscious turned into reality as I realised that my hand was not touching my pussy but a head of very soft hair, Alice’s hair! Not wanting to disturb her or stop the glorious electric shocks of feelings radiating out from my pussy, I started to gently run my fingers through her hair, putting gentle pressure on the back of her head as my hips pushed up to greet her exploring mouth. I kept my moans very soft, wanting to scream my head off though, my breaths increased as I felt her hand creep across my thigh and start to probe my opening further.

I could not control the loudness of my moan as she slid one of her slim fingers into my cunt, it slid in with no resistance but that was no surprise as I was so wet. Not satisfied with one finger feeling my silky depths, she pushed a second digit in and then a third, starting to pump and circle her wrist, whilst sucking my clit harder. By now I was panting erratically and pushing her head into my clit as hard as I could, bucking my hips into her mouth as I edged closer and closer to climax.

Another mind blowing orgasm stuttered through my body, judders of shocks radiating out to my toes and my head, it seemed to go on and on. I screeched as she continued to draw my clit into her mouth even after the orgasm subsided, my clit became so sensitive and I tried to push her head away, finding the pressure unbearable. She refused to budge and continued to suck and pump her fingers into me, as the unbearable sensitivity seemed to subside, I felt myself building to a second orgasm, something which I had experienced only once before using my trusty vibrator.

As the next climax hit me, she continued her onslaught, still drawing my clit between her teeth and pushed her fingers into my cunt, again I attempted to pull away but I was so drained, I struggled to find the strength. She teased me higher then backed off, then higher again until my body started to tighten up for a further orgasm, I was seeing stars and panting through the sensations. Again I orgasmed but this time I felt fluid squirt from me, not thick cum but water textured liquid, I could see it splashing onto her face, Alice gulped hungrily and mopped it up, slurping her mouth over me sucking up every trace.
At last her voracious sucking of my clit ceased and she softly lapped at my pussy soothing my extremely sensitive flesh. Once my breathing had calmed down, she crept up the bed and lay on her back beside me saying,

‘My God! You have no idea what a turn on it is to find someone who could squirt during orgasm!’

I replied,

‘I didn’t know I could! But it was awesome all the same.’

I rolled onto my side facing her, leant on her shoulder and kissed her softly, then more confidently probing my tongue into her mouth as she opened her lips. She seemed to welcome my tongue, duelling her own with mine, exploring my mouth with more and more urgency, allowing me to taste myself. I placed my hand on her belly, softly rubbing in circles, higher and higher until I stroked the underside of her breasts, lightly caressing my fingers until I felt her nipple. It tightened under my ministrations, so I pinched it between my finger and thumb, rubbing the tight flesh back and forth. She moaned into my mouth, so feeling encouraged I transferred to the other one, pinching and screwing the flesh giving her pleasure with a little pain. She again moaned, arching her back, pushing her breast into my hand.

I broke away from our kiss, nibbling and licking down her neck, to her collarbone, tasting her flesh over the mound of her breast until I reached her nipple. Drawing the tight knot into my mouth, raking my teeth over the puckered flesh, distending the nipple before releasing it as it popped from my mouth. I repeated the process several times before moving to the other one, making the flesh red and shiny with my saliva.Drifting further down her petite body, licking over her rib cage, taking small bites at the tight skin over her hips, moving across towards her now bare and smooth mound. I teased the crease of her pussy, sucking each outer lip of flesh into my mouth, she placed her hand on the back of my neck, applying pressure and pushing her hips up to me, moaning,

‘Please……please.’

Feeling emboldened, I asked her,

‘What do you want?’

Continuing to lightly tease her pussy lips with my mouth and tongue, she again replied,

‘Please.’

I moved my mouth away and firmly asked her,

‘Alice, tell me, what do you want?’

‘Please do me!’

Was her desperate reply,

‘Do what?’

I asked her forcefully,

‘Spell it out to me!’

‘Please make me come!’

She wailed,

‘How do you want me to make you come?’

I pushed again,

‘Tell me, spell it out to me and demand what you want!’

I pushed her further.

‘I-I-I-I need you to suck my clit, h-h-hard, f-f-f-fuck my aching cunt with your long fingers, hard, I need you to make me come soooo badly!’

At last she had managed to cry out what she needed. I moved between her legs, pushed them wide apart, shoving her knees towards her chest, lifting her bottom higher and grabbing a pillow and placing it under her arse so she was fully exposed. Her pussy was so wet, white juices oozing from her cunt. I crouched over her opening and flattened my tongue, licking from the bottom all the way up to her clit in long, sweeping movements, tasting her cream and realising an unbelievable fantasy. I pushed her labia further apart and inserted my longest finger into her, her cunt walls felt so soft and velvety, clamping against my finger as I twisted it round to enable my finger tip to find her g spot.

‘Oh fuck!’

She breathed,

‘More……more, push more fingers into me!’

I inserted my index finger, pushing the two fingers apart inside her stretching her wider. Adding a further finger I started to slide in and out, feeling no resistance from her silky wetness, pumping my fist and screwing my fingers left and right as hard as I could as she bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts.
I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked the little nub as far into my mouth as I could, clamping my front teeth over the extended flesh and flicking my tongue over the bud. As my fingers pumped faster and faster into her cunt, my tongue rubbed over her clit harder and harder until I felt her moans turn to quick pants, her hips curled up to my mouth and her muscles tightened. The pants turned to cries as her cunt muscles clamped down on my fingers over and over again as she spasmed into her climax.

Once her vaginal walls stopped grabbing at my fingers, I slowed down my finger fucking and gently released her clit from my teeth. Looking up at her, her face was a picture of satisfied bliss and both hands were clutching her nipples and pulling on them as she lay in sated repose. I laid back up beside her and we both drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I woke to find myself spooned behind her, one arm under the crook of her neck and my other hand holding her breast. I tried not to disturb her as I eased my arm free and left the bed to go to the bathroom. I sat on the loo, deep in thought recalling the early morning’s events. I wiped myself and flushed, washing my hands and splashing water over my face, leaning over the basin staring into the mirror, the memories again distracting me. Alice walked into the bathroom, naked, leaned over my back, kissing my back and shoulders as her hands snaked round and cupped my breasts.

Her nipples pebbled against my back as she gently rubbed her soft skin against mine causing my pussy to instantly tingle in response. I straightened up and turned to face her, placing my hands on her shoulders, caressing her neck until my hands held her face and I kissed her lovingly on her lips. She pushed up on her toes to meet me, her hard nipples rubbing against mine as she pushed the gentle kiss into a more urgent one. We eventually broke apart and ventured under the shower together, washing one another’s hair, massaging soap and slippery fingers into all our intimate places, bringing each other off to brief but satisfying orgasms.

During breakfast, Alice suggested we try one of the nudist beaches, I had no idea where her new found confidence had come from but did not hesitate and we agreed to go and explore.

Part 2 to follow……

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Bree and Trina at it again.

Beep beep beep…

Bree woke to the sound of her alarm clock beeping its god awful sound from across the room. It read 7:05. She had actually woke up right at the start. I guess an earth shattering orgasm is just the ticket for a good night’s sleep she thought. She walked across the room and although her mood was surprisingly bright she still slammed her fist down on the hated alarm clock.

She then heard a soft knock at her door. Bree threw on a robe and went over to open it. Trina stood there all made up and ready for school. She couldn’t help but notice the way Trina’s eyes explored the folds of her robe. Bree wished suddenly that her robe wasn’t such an old, dirty looking thing. Then again it didn’t appear to bother Trina at this moment so she let the thought go.

“So. How did you sleep last night?” Trina asked with a small smile.

Bree felt slightly embarrassed. It had been funny last night when her sister had made the “bitch” joke. She had known then and Bree had known she’d known. Now though as she stood there talking with her about it she couldn’t help but redden at the thought of basically being caught masturbating. “It was fine. I guess” Bree said looking at the floor.

“Oh come on. Don’t be embarrassed. How can you be embarrassed around me of all people? I’m the one who should be standing here looking at the floor all shy like.” She poked Bree playfully in the shoulder. That was something she did often and something Bree had always hated. “Anyway I brought you a little gift. Don’t open it till you get to school or when you get home ok.”

“Sure Trina” Bree said still feeling strangely shy.

Trina sighed and rolled her eyes “you better snap out of this girl. Its cute but I miss wise ass Bree” she smiled and gave a little wink before turning and heading down the stairs.

Bree picked up the little present that sat in front of her door. Damn Trina had wrapped it perfectly and had even slapped a little red bow on top. It was thin and weighed next to nothing. Bree wondered if the pink wrapping paper and bow weighed more than whatever was inside. She picked at one of the corners of the paper but stopped herself while she still could. Trina wanted her to wait and knowing her she probably had it bugged in someway so she’d know if it had been opened early. Bree put the package in her backpack then slung it over her shoulder before heading downstairs.

Bree couldn’t help but think about what could be in the package as she made her way to school. Her bag felt like it was being weighed down but knew it was just her curiosity playing games with her mind. She could see the school a few blocks ahead and had to stop herself from sprinting to get there. Part of her was worried that this was all some well planned out trick by her sister. That maybe she would open the gift and it would be a little letter saying “I knew you were a freak”…

Bree entered through the big double doors at the front of the building. She walked to her locker and frowned when she saw Mike standing in front of it. He was a nice kid and his love for online games made sure they always had something to talk about. Normally she was happy to have any kind of companionship she could get. Not today though. Today she just wanted to sit with her back to her locker and open the damn package that was driving her insane.

Bree stopped infront of Mike and smiled thinly hoping he would take the hint that she really wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. He didn’t however and she was stuck hearing all about his latest accomplishments in their online world. He talked excitedly about slaying a level 37 dragon. He talked about an online chess tournament he wanted to join. He talked and talked and talked… until the damn bell rang for first period.

Bree had never killed anyone before. She had no weapons on her. She was not a big fan of violence of any kind to be honest. At that moment though she wondered if Mike could withstand a firm beating from her math book. It was quite heavy and he was quite small. He walked beside her to her first class not knowing of his imaginary death by math book.

The first two classes of the day went by so slow that Bree thought she may soon pull her hair out. Twice she caught herself tugging on it in fact. The second hand on the clock seemed to tease her every time it made its move and even when it had finally made its full rotation she swore the minute hand didn’t move. When the second bell finally rang she sprung from her seat and made her way quickly to the door.

Normally she hated art class. She had no real artistic skill to speak of and she normally used the class to catch up on homework that she had refused to do at home. Today however it would be her best chance to finally open the package that Trina had given her that morning. If she had to wait till she got home to open this damn package… well she feared for her sanity.

She sat down at her table and waited for everyone to start working on their projects. She had a big block of clay infront of her that she poked and prodded from time to time hoping it would give the illusion that she was hard at work. After five excruciating minutes the chatter in the class quieted down and it looked as though her classmates were busy doing work of some sort.

Bree reached into her bag and undid the wrapping paper as quietly as she could. There were three pieces of lined paper inside with her sister’s handwriting on them. She pulled the first one out with a shaking hand. Her heart was pounding when she finally looked down to see what it said.

Bree

I thought since I interrupted your reading last night that I would make up for it by letting you see what else I had written in my diary concerning you and my feelings toward you. I know that this is all confusing for you believe me. I don’t want you to feel rushed to make any kind of decision but I would like you to see more of the big picture and know that I’m not just attracted to you physically. There’s more to it than that now and its something you need to know as you weigh your options. Anyway I’ll let you figure it out for yourself.

Love you
Trina

Bree could feel a blush spreading from head to toe on her body. She kept her head down hoping nobody would notice and then reached in to grab the next sheet of paper.

October 20th

It’s been awhile since I last wrote anything in here I know. Normally I wrote in here at night but now my nightly schedule is filled with my strange obsession for Bree. I find myself spending hours watching her as she plays games, watches TV, or just lays in bed doing school work. That last part happens very rarely… I know that this isn’t normal and I’m willing to admit that. This whole situation is crazy and wrong on so many levels. I’m probably a therapist’s wet dream at this stage. I’ve only had two other times where we’ve masturbated together and I’ve gotten to the point where I know when she’ll be naked and when she’ll touch herself. Yet even though my initial feelings appeared to be strictly sexual I’m beginning to wonder if there is something more to it. I find myself sticking up for her more often to my friends and the other day I even slapped Brad for saying she was a stuck up bitch. I can’t help but wonder… am I falling for her?

Trina

Bree’s heart lept at the thought. Sure she knew that there was a sexual attraction that they shared for each other. Could it be possible that Trina had the ability to really, truly love someone and could that person actually be her? She reached in and grabbed the last piece of paper from her bag.

November 4th

I love her. I can finally admit it and writing that down to actually see before me is such a liberating feeling. I know that its a doomed relationship. Not to mention a one sided relationship but it still feels great to know what these feelings really are. I’m in love with my twin sister. It feels so good to say that. I’m afraid I may write it a hundred times. I sing it in my head from time to time. Its amazing really. I used to see her as this weird girl that could be so much more if she was willing to put the kind of effort into it that I do. Now I realize how strong she is for being herself and not giving a shit what other people think. All along I’ve been the weaker one. She’s brilliant. She’s her own person. She’s the one person I truly love. She’s my sister Bree.

Trina

Bree could feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she read the last note again while making her way home from school. When she had read it the first time in art class she had to leave the room before she burst into tears right there. She would have never thought her opinion of her sister could change in the matter of a single day… but it had. All of these feelings. These thoughts. This hidden side of her sister made her heart ache. Had it just been sex she may not have went through with it but now as she made her way up the front steps of her parent’s house she knew there was no turning back. She just needed to tell Trina that her answer was… yes.

Bree entered the house and did a quick walk through of the main level. She was sure nobody would be home as usual but under the circumstances she wanted to be absolutely sure. She poked her head into the kitchen. Empty. The library and living room were empty as well. She let out a small sigh of relief. No matter what happened next they would not be disturbed.

Bree made her way up the stairs taking two at a time as she went. Once upstairs she went to Trina’s door and knocked gently… no answer. She turned the knob and looked inside. Her room was dark except for the light coming through the windows. She had doubted Trina would be home yet since she had cheer practice after school but she couldn’t help but feel disappointment.

She went over and lay down on Trina’s bed staring up at the ceiling above. Little glow in the dark stars were pasted above her bed. They had been there since Trina was little and had been scared of the dark. She had grown out of that years ago but for some reason had never taken them down.

Bree lay there and let her mind wander. She realized that despite her disappointment at her sister’s absence there was also a slight feeling of relief. She let her mind explore the feeling as she tried to find the answer to why she was relieved. It wasn’t that hard to figure out really. She was nervous about what could possibly happen next between them. She had almost no experience with any of this.

She had only kissed two people in her life. Once when she had been nine she kissed a boy from school on the playground. That had been because of a dare from a dumb friend of her’s. She remembered his face as the memory came rushing back. He looked a bit like a Chucky doll. He had grinned at her like an idiot after that and for the reminder of the school year had followed her around like a love sick puppy. She later learned that her friend had dared her to do it in hopes that he would leave her alone and pay attention to Bree. It had worked… at least until his family had moved away.

The only other kiss had been last night in the cave with Trina. Her heart quickened as every detail of it replayed in her mind. Then the nerves came back as she wondered what was in store for her next. Would Trina be content on just kissing now? If she wanted more did Bree have it in her to go through with it? What the hell would she do if she did go though with it?

Bree felt her stomach clench as she realized she had no idea how to pleasure another person. She was only ok with doing it to herself. What if Trina didn’t respond the same way to it as Bree did and even if she did would that be enough? She felt like she was going to be sick all of a sudden and was just starting to think that maybe she should wait a little longer after all when her phone buzzed.

Bree opened it and saw it was from Trina. The fist that seemed to have an iron grip on her stomach tightened. She opened it and read “You home”?

A simple question but it still had Bree’s head pounding as she wondered what to do. Maybe she could go to her room a pretend to be sleeping so she could buy herself a little more time. She looked again at the phone’s screen glowing back at her and the two simple little words that seemed to hold her fate.

Finally she typed “yes” and quickly hit the send button before she could change her mind. Her heart was racing as she waited for a response. Her mind bounced between the thrill of her excitement which had been building between her thighs for some time now and her fear of the unknown.

Her phone buzzed again and she nearly dropped it. She opened the message and felt another spike in her emotions. “Cool just coming up to the house now”.

Oh god oh god what the hell was she going to do? Should she get naked? No that would be ridiculous… right? Should she try to pose herself in some seductive manner? Dammit she had no idea how to look seductive.

Bree heard the front door close downstairs and jumped. She didn’t even have time to put on something sexy… fuck she hadn’t showered. Feet on the stairs now. Oh no… what am I going to do? What is she going to do? The doorknob started to turn and Bree had to force herself to breathe. The door began to open and Trina took a step into the room.

“Hey” Bree said a bit to loudly.

Trina jumped and her books fell from her hands. Her gaze fell to Bree sitting on her bed. “Jesus tap dancing Christ Bree! You scared the shit out of me”.

“You scared me too” Bree said back quietly.

“I scared you? You knew I was coming home and this is my room. I’m sure you could hear me running up the stairs and could see me coming through the door. I however did not know you’d be in here and could not hear you…” Trina stopped with a strange look on her face. “What are you doing in here Bree?”

Bree sat still for a moment looking into her sister’s blue eyes. This is it she thought. If I don’t have the courage now I may never have it. She stood and crossed the room to where Trina was standing. She watched as Trina’s expression began changing from slightly ticked off to excited. They both started to reach out for one another even before Bree had made it to her.

Bree wrapped her arms around Trina and her lips soon found her sister’s expectant mouth. Her hands ran up Trina’s back as she felt Trina’s running down her’s. Bree was still nervous but as their kiss continued she felt it begin to melt away from her mind. Her only focus was on Trina’s lips pressed against her’s. Trina’s tongue as it swirled against her own.

Bree moaned as Trina’s hands finished their decent down her back and she felt them slip down inside her jeans to firmly cup her ass. Then Trina pulled her hips forward and Bree could feel Trina’s leg slide in between her own. Bree felt the pressure of Trina’s thigh against her pussy and she was soon rubbing herself against Trina’s leg desperate to find any friction she could.

Trina broke the kiss and took Bree’s hand in her own guiding her towards her bed. Bree felt her previously quieted nerves start to climb back into her belly and she froze suddenly.

“Bree what are you doing” Trina asked.

Bree felt a shameful blush color her cheeks as she answered “I’ve never done this… anything before.”

Trina reached out and pulled Bree’s shirt up over her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll go first. Just try to relax. Ok?”

Bree nodded and reached behind herself to undo her bra as Trina began unbuttoning Bree’s jeans. Bree’s heart thundered in her chest as with Trina’s help she wiggled out of her pants. She stood before her sister in nothing but her pain white panties and wished she had changed them to something a little more seductive. From the look in Trina’s eyes though seduction was entirely unnecessary.

Bree let her sister lay her back slowly on the bed. She closed her eyes and focused solely on the feeling of her sister climbing slowly up her body. She could feel Trina’s hands on each side of her hips. Then a soft brush of Trina’s nipples against her thighs and realized that Trina had removed her top at some point. Bree’s body shuddered slightly as she felt her sister’s tongue start a path from the top of her panties, up her tummy till her tongue came in contact with her breast.

Bree finally opened her eyes and looked down to watch as her sister nibbled her way around each breast. Taking her time to pay close attention to her excitedly hard nipples. Trina’s tongue flicked and teased each one and Bree felt her hips starting to rise with each warm touch.

Then Trina stopped and began kissing her way up her chest to her neck. Bree gasped as she felt Trina bite down softly while she worked her way up. Then their mouths met again and Bree felt Trina’s weight as she collapsed on top of her. The kiss was intense and Bree moved her hands to the back of Trina’s head, her fingers entwined in Trina’s hair.

Trina finally pulled back and Bree watched as she slowly crawled backwards down the length of the bed. Her eyes closed again as she felt Trina’s fingers slip into the sides of panties. Then in one excruciatingly slow motion Bree felt her sister pull them down her legs. Her heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness. This was really it she thought.

Bree could feel Trina’s movements as she climbed back over her. Then Trina’s hand was on her thigh gently urging her to spread her legs open. She obliged and was rewarded with soft kisses between her thighs. Teasing kisses that ran up her thighs accompanied by soft licks. Then she felt Trina’s hand firmly cup her pussy and a moan escaped Bree’s lips. Her hips again raised as she tried desperately to get as much pressure against her as she could.

Bree felt Trina’s fingers gently spread her pussy and then she felt her sister’s warm breath against her wet flesh. She opened her eyes in time to watch as her sister’s tongue peeked out and gave her a soft lick over her aching clit. The feeling was electrifying and caused her hand to grab the bedspread tightly.

She watched as Trina’s head moved down and she soon felt her tongue slip inside her. Bree could feel her moving it in and out of her. Bree began rocking her hips trying to force her sister’s tongue deeper inside her. The feeling was driving her mad. The heat of her sister’s tongue as it moved inside her seemed so foreign and new that it had her thoughts melting. All she could do was focus on the feeling and try her best to hold her growing orgasm back so she could enjoy this as long as possible.

Trina’s head pulled back and her tongue was soon replaced with a finger. Bree watched as she moved her face back over her and soon felt Trina’s tongue on her clit once again. Bree could feel her orgasm building as little shock waves ran through her body with each flick of her sister’s tongue. All of her prior nerves were washed away as she focused only on what her sister was doing to her. Each soft flick of her tongue was like a bolt of electric pleasure going up her spine.

Bree could hear herself panting as her sister’s tongue picked up speed. Her legs began shaking and her grip on the bedspread was tight enough to leave marks in the material. She dug her feet into the mattress, arching her back and raising her hips higher forcing her sister’s tongue to press down harder on her aching clit.

Bree felt a scream escape her lips as the first waves of her orgasm washed down over her. Trina’s tongue did not let up as she felt herself starting to let go and her finger was joined by a second and then a third. Bree could feel her pussy tighten around Trina’s fingers as extacy continued to course through her veins. Shivers ran up and down spine and her screams got louder.

Bree watched as Trina sat back and watched her writhe in pleasure. She could see the excitement and desire in Trina’s eyes at knowing she had just made her sister cum for her. Then Trina took her fingers and one by one licked and sucked Bree’s wetness from them. The sight was so erotic that it sent another small tremor of pleasure through her. Good god Trina was a dirty girl she thought… and Bree liked it.

Trina layed down on Bree and pressed her lips tightly to Bree’s. Bree could taste herself as Trina’s warm tongue worked its way inside her mouth and the mixture of the two was intoxicating. Her head swam as the last of her orgasm began to dwindle down and soon her breathing returned to normal.

“So?” Trina asked smiling as she rolled to her side looking at Bree.

“I… I don’t think I can move… I had no idea anything could feel like that” Bree said closing her eyes a contented smile played on her lips.

“Want me to do it again? I will. Gladly.” Trina said laughing.

“No. I mean yes. Just not right now. I think if you did it right now my head might spin off” Bree said giggling.

“You enjoyed that then?” Trina asked clearly knowing the answer but wanting a little stroke to her ego.

Bree looked at her and rolled her eyes. “You really need me to tell you? The screaming and thrashing about wasn’t enough?” for you

Trina smiled and shrugged. “Fine fine. Enjoyed would probably be the worlds biggest understatement of what I just felt. I can’t even think of a good word to describe it. I mean I’ve had an orgasm before.” She gave Trina a wry smile “as you of course already know… but nothing anywhere near that.”

“So… do you think you’ll be able to do the same to me? Did I give you enough tips during that or were you too caught up in the moment?” Trina asked playfully.

“Sorry I forgot to write down any notes durning all of that. My hands were a bit preoccupied with squeezing the bedspread.” Bree said laughing “but I’m very excited to try.”

Bree watched as Trina lay her head down on her shoulder. Together they lay there knowing that this was just the beginning. There was so much more Bree wanted to try and so much she wanted to do to her sister.

End of Part 3

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This story involves my Daughter and our Family Dog, following my Daughter asking me to check her breasts for “lumps”.

My name is Amy, wife of Simon, daughter of Kate. I have been sexually starved for many years, mainly my fault, until the last few weeks.

About a month or so ago I came downstairs late at night to get a drink from the kitchen when I saw Kate at the laptop with her night shirt off and her large tits fully exposed. I said “Kate, what do you think you are doing?” , and she replied by saying “I am checking my breasts for any lumps”. Being sexually naive for many years I didn’t think anymore of this, especially when she asked me to help her to check for any lumps. I did this, I hadn’t felt any tits for many years, more of this later, but I did notice Kate’s nipples starting to get erect which slightly excited me but I did not say anything. Kate thanked me for helping her and I went to get my drink and back to bed. To say that Kate and I had a difficult relationship was an understatement, she is definitely closer to her Dad.

A couple of weeks later Kate was in her bedroom when I went in to her room to take some clean clothes. She said “Mum, can you show me how to feel properly for any lumps in my breasts”. It seemed a strange request as she had only checked them a couple of weeks ago, but I felt that it is better to be safe so I said “ok, take off your top and bra”. I gave Kate a good feel, all over her breasts. She seemed to be enjoying it rather than checking what I was doing. I hate to say it but I started to get some dampness in my knickers, this hadn’t happened for many years. After I finished Kate said that she should check mine. I said I suppose that it is best to check as well, so I took off my blouse and bra. Looking back now I was extremely quick to do this. I hadn’t exposed my breasts to anyone for many years, not even my husband.

Kate was extremely keen with her hands, rather too keen I felt but I was enjoying it. My dampness was increasing, then all of a sudden I felt a cold feeling on my thigh. It couldn’t have been my sex juices because I was damp but not leaking. The feeling moved further up my thigh then on to my knickers. What was it? I looked down and Patch, our German Shepherd dog, had poked his nose under my skirt and was now licking my knickers. It felt so good and brought back many happy memories of when I was a teenager. This will all be explained in my next story. Despite my enjoyment I was feeling embarrassment especially with Kate feeling my tits, what must she think. I pulled up my skirt so that I could open my legs wider to give Patch better access to my knickers which were now sopping wet through his tongue and my sex juices. I started to orgasm and my body started to shake. Patch was going harder and harder on my pussy and I noticed myself slipping down the bed. Kate had removed her hands, not that I needed anything else to help me cum. I could feel Patch’s rough tongue through my wet knickers they were so wet. By now I was flat out on the floor, my whole body convulsing, something that hasn’t happened to me for nearly 40 years. I started to scream “get him off me, stop him”. I didn’t want it to happen but I thought that I might die as my body was doing things it hadn’t for many years. Kate dragged Patch off me and out of the room.

I was flat out on the bedroom floor looking totally disheveled, tits out, skirt revealing totally soaked knickers. How do I explain to Kate what just happened. I looked over to her, and said sorry, I don’t know what happened there. She had a big smile on her face. She said “it’s ok Mum, come here and put your hand in my knickers”. I said “I can’t do that, I am your Mum”. She persisted, and eventually I thought the only thing that would keep her quiet would be to do it. I went and sat next to her, and put my hand in her knickers. Her pussy was soaking. She told me that it was so hot watching what had just happened she had cum in her pants. I not only felt her pussy I inserted two fingers inside. She felt so hot, her nipples erect, my pussy was on fire. She took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. That felt so slutty, but I was loving every minute of it. We then heard keys in the front door, Simon had returned from having his Coronavirus jab. We quickly put our clothes on, and told him that I was in Kate’s room having just brought the washing up. Fortunately he did not come upstairs otherwise he may have been asking why we both looked so flustered.

For the next week Kate and I were quiet with each other, probably feeling awkward with each other. As I have said previously we did not have the strongest of Mother/Daughter relationships. Then one morning after her Dad had gone to work early Kate came in to my room and got in to bed. She snuggled up closely to me and I really enjoyed the feeling as she started to stroke me. She started to kiss me and play with my tits and I didn’t stop her. I then said “Kate, I have something to tell you”. I decided to tell her about my past which would come as a big shock to her.

” Kate, when Patch licked me last week it wasn’t the first time I have been licked by a dog, in fact it has happened many times when I was younger. We lived on a farm, and one day I went out in to an outhouse and I saw your Aunty (my sister is 2 years older than me) having sex with our dog Fido. She was 17, I was 15. I was in shock, said it was gross and I was going to tell Mum and Dad. She said it is not, it is great, dogs have massive dicks and they can’t get you pregnant. She said sit down and watch. I did as she said and it was very sexy. I started getting aroused and began to play with myself. Sis said “” do you want me to help? “” , and she went down on me to start licking my vagina, so now not only was I watching my sister having sex with our dog I was having incest sex with her. Over the next few weeks the same thing happened many times. Your Aunty then got me to enjoy Fido licking my vagina before progressing to me having sex with a dog. All of this time your Aunty and I were having sex together. I am ashamed to say it but it was the hottest and sexiest time of my life “.

I could see that Kate was shocked but had also enjoyed what I said because her nipples were very big. She took off her night shirt and I could see that her knickers were very wet. I was very aroused and also took my night shirt off, then without thinking my knickers. I told Kate that even though I was happy when I had married her Dad, over the past few years my feelings were back more towards girls even though I had never done anything about it but she had rekindled passion in me that I thought had gone forever. Kate gave me a massive kiss, not a Mother/Daughter kiss but a girlfriend kiss. We held each other tight, our near naked bodies caressing each other, when I shocked even myself. I said “Kate, I want to have sex with Patch, see if it is still as good as ever with a dog”. I couldn’t believe what I had just said and there is no way that I would have even thought about it a couple of weeks ago, but Patch licking my vagina and feeling Kate’s sexy body had made me ache for sex again, and besides, I had many years of catching up to do. I asked Kate if she thought that Patch would know what to do. She said that I am sure he will and she will assist him.

Kate went to fetch Patch whilst I laid on the bed on my back with my legs wider open. I thought that if Patch licked my vagina first he would get erect and be ready to have sex with me. Patch didn’t need much encouragement to lick me, his big rough tongue licking all the way from my anus to the top of my vagina. I started to have my first orgasm when Kate said “I think he is ready, get in to the doggy position”. I moved towards the end of the bed, got on to all fours and waited. Kate guided him in to my wet vagina, and he started to pound me hard. The way he went about it he obviously knew what he was doing. I looked over at Kate and she was sitting on the chair fingering herself. She had a massive smile on her face whilst mine felt contorted as Patch’s knot entered my vagina. He felt so big it felt as if he was going to come out of my stomach. Then it happened, his first burst of cum exploded in to my womb as I screamed. It kept cumming, torrents of the stuff filling up my womb until I felt as if I was pregnant again. Eventually he finished but he had to wait for his knot to go down before he could get out of my vagina. Spunk was oozing out of my vagina when Kate came over and started licking my vagina. Wow she was good, bringing me to orgasm again very quickly. Her tongue lapped up all of mine and Patch’s juices. Her face was covered in my sex juices as she came up to kiss me. At that moment I forgot about her being my Daughter, just an amazing sexy lover.

A week later late at night I went downstairs and Kate was on the computer with her tits out of her bra and no knickers on. Without even thinking about it or the consequences I went down on her and licked her wet vagina. She tasted so sweet but different, almost a doggy taste, but I didn’t say anything to her. I asked her who she was talking to and she said it was a lovely middle aged guy who she enjoyed getting naughty with. She told me to take my night shirt off which I did, so all I was wearing was a pair of white cotton knickers which were getting wetter by the minute. Kate then said that the guy wanted her to lick me, but she said that the only way it was possible was if we swapped positions which would mean me going on the forum. I had never been on a Sex Forum before so was very nervous of what to expect. I noticed that there was no “history chat” so I don’t know what Kate had been talking about but I didn’t care. I introduced myself and said that Kate was licking my wet vagina. The guy “Robertbi” said that “vagina” was a very old word. I had never used bad language even during sex but without thinking I typed “she is licking my wet cunt”. Another taboo broken, and it got better as I said to Kate “fuck my cunt”. My pussy juices exploded as I said it and Kate looked up at me and smiled. “Fuck me Kate, fuck my cunt” I continued as I typed with one hand and played with my small nipples with the other. I orgasmed again all over Kate’s face, and this time I licked my juices off her face. We both then came to senses and decided we should go to our beds before we got caught and would have a lot of explaining to do.

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After a divorce, she needs consoling.

Mmm, I was so horny. I was in my pool, naked, sitting in the shallow end the night before my flight, fingering myself. With my free hand, I grabbed a breast, easily bringing it to my own mouth to suck. It’d been months since I got any action.

I was fine with that. I didn’t feel like dating. I didn’t care to meet up for drinks, to wait by the phone, to come up with crap to talk about; everything that went along with dating. I was fine being alone, having sex to, well, myself. I had my toys, my fingers, everything I needed to orgasm. I also enjoyed spending time with my son.

There was desire to have a person in me, yes. I got so horny sometimes, the lust and desire to touch another human, I had to masturbate in the bathroom at work. However, I stayed strong. I would have no drama in my life.

After I climaxed, I climbed out of the pool, the cool night air sending tingles over my body. I grabbed my towel, went inside and called Kristen. I couldn’t wait to see her to tomorrow. I was flying to Atlanta to visit her for my vacation. My son would stay with his Aunt, and it’d be a trip I’d make alone.

Unfortunately, the circumstances weren’t happy. Her soon-to-be ex-husband, Trent, betrayed her. He cheated on her with another woman. I was shocked and saddened by this. My friend, Kristen, someone I met back in my sophomore year of college, 14 years ago, was so hurt she moved away from LA, away from everyone. She said she needed time to adjust and try to move on. I thought she might’ve been embarrassed by the whole ordeal. The only thing I could do to comfort her was hold her.

When I arrive in Atlanta for my visit, I’ll do just that – hold her, let her cry, for as long as needed.

I gave her a call, unwrapping the towel from my body, sitting on the bed.

*

I wiped a few tears, unable to sleep, as usual. Wendy called me. I knew she’d know I was wide awake. I sniffed, collected myself and answered.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound like I was asleep.

“Hi there. Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be there with you. We’ll be drinking, talking, laughing,” Wendy told me.

“Yes, I can’t wait.”

“You sound so excited,” Wendy joked.

“I’m sorry, Wendy. I just –“ I had no words, other than I was miserable.

“It’s fine, it really is. You don’t have to wear a happy face for me. I’m here for you, and tomorrow, I’ll be there for you.”

“I know and I am looking forward to it. I could use your hugs,” I told her. It was true. Being held by my old friend, takes me back to my freshman year of college. I was so scared, but she was the RA of our dorm, and helped me get through it. We became best friends – sort of like sisters.

She was my maid of honor. Ugh, why’d I have to think of my wedding? I have no idea how I’ll ever get through this, how I’ll ever stop thinking of Trent and how he hurt me.

We finalized our plans, when I’d pick her up from the airport and so on. I ended the call and walked around my new apartment. There were still boxes strewn about. I haven’t had the energy to unpack or do anything really.

One box in the corner had a lot of memorabilia from the wedding, from the marriage; gifts, photos, stuff like that. I stared at it, contemplating throwing it all away, chucking it in the dumpster. Then I thought about dating.

I can’t do it. I can’t go out and try to meet men. The one man who I thought was perfect, broke my heart, ruined our marriage. I have to be alone for a while.

I sat on the edge of my bed and cried again. All the plans I had, children, a nice house together, were ruined. I thought about Wendy. She’s been my best friend since college. I couldn’t wait to see her. I imagined myself becoming like jelly in her arms at the airport. I needed her hugs so bad.

*

“Kristen!” I exclaimed, running to my friend, throwing my arms her. She was already tearing up. We stood there in the airport, holding each other. She was crying. I was expecting that. I just held her.

She gained her composure, I grabbed her hand, and off to baggage claim we went. Kristen reminded of that scared, nervous freshman, whose parents pushed her out of the nest. I was there for her then, and now in her greatest heartbreak, I’m here for her again.

“You look gorgeous,” I told her.

“Please don’t,” she wiped her eyes.

“You do. Crying face and all,” I smiled at her. I put my arm around her, her head resting against my shoulder. “We’re going to have a great week. I’ll be like your medicine!”

“Ha, sure,” she laughed weakly.

I wished she hadn’t moved away. I wished hadn’t run from everything. But, I suppose I can empathize.

Grabbing my luggage with one hand, her hand with my other, off we went. I followed her to her car and got in.

We arrived at her apartment a little later. I set my bag in her room, used the bathroom, and headed out to the living room. There Kristen was, crying on the couch. I immediately went to her side.

*

I knew when Wendy got here, everything would come out. I guess having her around enabled me to really let loose and cry. I almost regret leaving LA, but I had to get away from him, from everything that reminded me of him.

Wendy was so warm. I guess those big boobs of hers act as pillows. I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers through my blonde hair, pulling me against her chest. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked me.

I sat up, wiping my eyes, “Pillows.”

“Oh, these?” she looked to her chest. “Feel free to use them!”

I smiled, collapsing against her again. I could hear her heart beat.

“Maybe we could go out tonight,” she suggested. “Get some drinks, maybe go dancing.”

“Oh, no, no way. I’m not going to some club with a bunch of guys trying to pick up ladies. I don’t even want to be around guys right now.”

“Then we can go to a gay bar,” Wendy said. “You wouldn’t have to deal with guys hitting on you. I mean, look at you, I can totally see how that’d be a problem.”

I couldn’t help but blush. “Sorry, I’m not a lesbian though.”

“We’ll just have to pretend then,” Wendy winked at me. I know she was trying to cheer me up, to get me out of the apartment, to take my mind off things. I guess if I were to ever pretend to be with a woman, she’d be the woman I’d pretend to be with. If we went to a gay club, I wouldn’t have to deal with guys coming up to me – not that they would, in my opinion.

I smiled, took a deep breath. “Sure. Why not.”

*
Kristin looked so beautiful. Seeing her in her dress, makeup, in the low lit lighting of the club, made me angry to think Trent gave this up – gave her up.

We drank, we danced; it was her and I, lost in our world together.

I saw her smile. Her beautiful, full lips, were so incredibly kissable. I almost did. I suppose I could’ve blamed it on the alcohol.

A woman approached her when we were chatting at the bar. I shrugged, nodding to Kristen, saying she should dance and shooed her away.

I watched from afar. The woman was behind Kristen, her hands on her hips. Kristen was grinding against her, laughing at herself, having a good time.

When the song ended, the women led Kristen back over to me. She thanked me for letting her dance with my partner. We didn’t correct the woman. We simply smiled, grabbed each other’s hands and left.

“So you have fun dancing with that woman?” I asked on the way to Kristin’s apartment.

“Yep. You know? She was kinda hot.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Yes, but there was a much hotter woman there. She had long dark hair, big boobs, her name was Wendy I think,” Kristen joked.

“Oh yeah? You should’ve got her number, maybe gone home with her,” I said.

“Or I could’ve brought her home with me. You wouldn’t have minded, would you?” she asked me.

“Not at all! But I would’ve brought home a girl too. She was the hottest one there. A blonde named Kristen. Mmm,” I smiled at her.

“Ah, looks like we missed out then. Guess we’ll settle for each other. Maybe Trent ruining my marriage has made me become a lesbian!”

“Well, baby,” I laughed, “I’ll be gay with you!”

*

We got home, changed into pajamas, grabbed some wine and went to bed. I was using Wendy’s boobs as a pillow again.

“Thank you for being here, again,” I told Wendy.

I couldn’t help but smile. Her arm draped over me, rubbing my back

“I’m glad to be here. I missed you. I know it wasn’t that long since you moved here, but it felt like a long time. I thought about driving by Trent’s and egging his house,” Wendy said.

“You should have!” I sat up, grabbing my wine, gulping it down. “Ah. Back to my titty pillow.”

“You can use them for that if you want,” Wendy extended her arm, smiling as I snuggled against her.

Running my hand over her tummy, her warm tit-pillow against the side of my head, I told Wendy I loved her. It had to have been the alcohol mixed with my gratitude of her flying out to spend time with me during a sad time of my life.

“I love you too,” she kissed the top of my head.

In her arms, warm, cozy, at peace, I fell asleep with a smile on my face – something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

*

I got up early, cooking breakfast for Kristen. I drove to a grocery store nearby and got bacon and eggs. I was standing there in the kitchen, turning bacon, when I felt her warm body against my back. I set the fork down, turned around, and hugged her.

“I’m taking you shopping today,” I said, kissing her head. “Then tonight, we’re going out to dinner.”

“Wendy, you don’t have to do this,” she said.

“I want to. Now go shower, save me some water. Unless you want me to get in there with you. These big boobs would take up a lot of room though,” I joked.

Kristen eyed my chest, “Yes, yes they would.” She playfully licked her lips.

“Mmm, naughty girl,” I grinned, tending to the bacon.

A few hours later, we found ourselves holding hands again, as we walked from store to store. I didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to either. I thought it was sweet – whatever brought her happiness.

I bought her several things, much to her protest. New shoes, a dress, were among the items.

I drove back to her apartment, my hand resting on her thigh. “We’re going to eat some place night tonight. It’ll be very romantic.”

I rubbed her thigh. “Ooh, I could use that,” Kristen said, caressing my hand.

“Good. You’re my woman, tonight,” I grinned, thinking how stupid Trent was to hurt her.

*

We sat in a nice, secluded booth. Wendy was right, it was very romantic. For some reason, maybe loneliness, or joy that she was there was with me, I held her hand the entire dinner. We spoon fed each other dessert too.

She told me I was beautiful. I blushed, but let it roll off me. I figured she was telling me this, being sweet to me, hoping to cheer me up. It was working.

Wendy drove back to my place afterward. I held her arm, and she led me to my apartment.

I stopped her at the door, giving her a big hug. “Thank you for a wonderful, uh, date,” I smiled.

“No, thank you. I love spending time with you,” Wendy said.

I leaned in, reflexively, and gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek. “Would you, uh, care to come in?” I joked.

“Mmm, absolutely,” Wendy grinned, grabbing my hand, as I led us inside.

I set my purse down, making my way to the kitchen. Wendy sat on the couch, playing with her long, dark hair. I grabbed two wine glasses, filling them up. If this was a date, it was a great one. I was so happy my old college friend was there with me.

I sat next to her, turned to face her. Wendy facing me. We were mostly quiet, sipping our wine, giving simple caresses to a hand, forearm, knee, trading smiles.

*

Kristen was so gorgeous. I was in awe of her. Her heart was broken, she moved away, destroyed, yet there she was, on the couch next to me, radiating beauty.

Her lips, I couldn’t help but stare at them. They’re so big, full, beautiful.

“You need to be kissed,” I spoke up.

“Huh?”

“I said you need to be kissed. With lips like yours, those beauties need to be kissed every day. It’d be stupid for anyone to not want to,” I told her.

“Wendy,” she blushed again, looking away. “I know you’re just trying to –“

I lunged at Kristen, grabbing her face, planting a big kiss on her mouth. She was shocked and moved away. “Sorry,” I said. “I, uh –“

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s ok,” She smiled awkwardly.

“I thought maybe I could, I mean, you would’ve liked –“

“No, yeah, I did. I liked it. I just didn’t think you would. I guess maybe I could use a kiss. Or two,” Kristen said.

“Or two?” I smiled.

“Well, maybe more. It’s just you. My friend,” she looked away again.

“Hey,” I placed my hand on hers.

*

I kissed Wendy. When she put her hand on mine, I lost it. I went for it, I kissed her hard. I didn’t care that she was a woman. Then and there she was my friend, someone who was there for me when I needed her – possibly in every way.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Sorry,” I said.

“No, don’t be,” she smiled back. We kissed again, this time much slower. Our hands went to each other’s hair, our lips caressed each other’s, our tongues very subtly met in the middle.

We couldn’t stop. I didn’t want her to.

Wendy pushed me away, climbing on top of me, straddling me on my couch. We kept kissing and kissing – it was so soft and sweet.

Wendy ended the kiss. “I um, not normally like this.”

“Me neither. But, I think I need it,” I looked to her eyes.

“Then I’m here. All for you,” Wendy said. She then did something that made my eyes widen and mouth drop. She pulled her dress aside and exposed her bare breasts to me.

“Suck them,” she told me. She brought her hand to one, holding it for me to take.

“I, uh,” I stammered.

“It’s ok, it’s just us. Take it, You need it,” she said.

I nodded, flicked my tongue across her erect nipple, gave her one last look, then grabbed that big tit and sucked on it as hard as I could.

*

Oh shit! I almost climaxed just watching another woman, Kristen, suck from me, nurse from me, wrap those big, beautiful lips around my nipple. Trent was one lucky man to have her. I can imagine those same lips wrapped around his cock. He was a fool to throw it all away.

“Kri-Kristen!” I whimpered. She stopped sucking my breast, licking her lips, looking up to me.

“Yes?”

“Are, are we gonna, you know?” I asked.

“I need this. I need you. Yes, we are,” she said. “Kiss me again.”

I did as she requested, planting my mouth on hers. Both of them opened, both tongues slithered out, both mouths were joined and closed on top of the other.

I was grinding against her, riding her, through one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had.

I nibbled and pulled at her bottom lip, smiled, and reentered her mouth with my tongue. I could’ve done it all night – kissing her, sucking her lips and tongue.

Eventually, she ended the kiss, both of us panting for air. Kristen looked to my other breast, then back at me.

“Yes,” I smiled. “I’m your medicine, remember?”

She licked those big lips of hers and nodded slowly.

*

“Mmm, delicious,” I thought, sucking on Wendy’s other breast. I wished there was milk in them. This felt so good, like all my troubles and heartache were washing away by my best friend giving her body to me.

She orgasmed in my arms. I couldn’t believe it. I gave a woman an orgasm. I kept sucking and sucking on her tit, wondering if I was a lesbian now.

Smiling up at her, releasing her nipple from my mouth, I said the word “lesbian” in my head again.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Wendy got off me, I stood, we held hands and headed to bed.

“You made me cum,” She said as we walked, pushing a long lock of hair behind her ear. Her massive breasts were still hanging out.

“I know,” we arrived at the foot of my bed.

“I’d like to return the favor,” she said.

“How so?” I asked, not putting two-and-two together.

Wendy said nothing, only removing the rest of her dress. She stood nude before me, smiling softly. I looked over her hour glass body.

I undressed next while maintaining eye contact. We stood in front of one another for a moment. I imagined she was thinking the same thing I was.

“I’m about to have my first lesbian experience,” I thought. I inched closer, we grabbed each other’s faces, and once again, invaded each other’s mouths with our tongues.

*

Not taking my mouth off Kristen’s, I guided her to the bed, gently onto her back. On top of her, I kissed her neck, in between her breasts, over her sexy tummy, and on down to her pussy.

I scooted her up a bit, grabbed her legs, her knees on my shoulders, and I got to work. I drove my tongue into her, tasting something familiar, something I’ve tasted on my own fingers – wet, juicy, pussy.

My hands traveled all over her body, her stomach, breasts. My thumbs caressed the lips of her mouth, while my tongued parted the lips of her pussy.

I wanted her to cum so badly, to forget about Trent, to forget about the heartache he caused. With my tongue coated in her delicious nectar, I licked at and sucked her clit. Seeing her arch her back, grab her own breasts, and moan loudly was incredible. It’s what she needed, and I was going to give it to her.

As she moaned, her mouth opened. I slid my fingers in for her to suck. Continuously flicking my tongue against her clit, I drove those saliva drenched fingers into her pussy.

“Come on, baby. Come on,” I whispered to my friend, watching her face, her body, looking for signs while fingering her.

I continued my care of her clit. I licked everywhere, I nibbled it and her pussy lips; I forgot to breath. I’d kiss all over her inner thigh while catching my breath.

“Come on, Kristen,” I whispered again, urging her to let go.

She arched her back once more, I saw her core muscles tense up, and her thighs slightly trembling against the side of my head. “Yes,” I thought, “cum for me, baby. Please!”

“W-Wendy!” Kristen cried out, her hands gripping my head, holding me in place, my mouth covering her clit and my fingers going in and out of her.

“Yes!” she cried out. It was so great watching her climax, watching her shake, watching her let go of all the pain

*

It was incredible. Trent never ate me out like that. He’d occasionally play with my clit, but nothing like Wendy. Plus her fingers, mmm, so good.

She climbed on top of me, our mouths melted together again. I tasted myself in her mouth, moaning as I swirled my tongue all around the inside of hers.

We were moaning, kissing so much, I didn’t immediately notice her thigh against my pussy – mine against hers.

I was pinned down. Her big breasts mashing against mine, her hands propping herself up above me, and our mouths joined – we fucked each other. Our grinding wasn’t fast. Our pussies, our clits, slowly banged against each other’s. Sex, this lesbian sex, with my old college friend had me cumming far quicker than sex with my Trent.

Wendy was cumming too. She broke our kiss, sucking my tongue as her mouth left mine. She peered into my eyes, “Kristen.”

I moaned into her face, “Ah! Wendy!”

“Let’s, let’s, c-cum,” she tried to speak.

“Together!” I managed to eek out as we grinded our thighs against the other’s pussy.

Staring into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily on each other’s face, Wendy and I climaxed together – and it was beautiful.

Our thighs were soaking wet with our juices. Our hearts were racing. Our bodies were going numb. Wendy fell on top of me, then rolled off, taking me with her. I rubbed her stomach, using a breast as a pillow.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed, my eyes closed, a smile on my face.

“Kristen? Do you want to keep going?” Wendy asked me.

I raised up, kissing her lips tenderly, “Absolutely.”

*

We rolled around, kissing, grinding, making love through all hours of the night. I loved hearing her cry out in my arms. I loved it when she returned the favor on my pussy until I came.

I lost track of time. Kristen and I were in a 69-position, eating, licking each other’s pussies for hours. We practically sprayed each other with our juices. Her room echoed with our cries of pleasure.

On top of her again, I dangled my breast over her open mouth. I watched that tongue of hers slide out of her mouth, flicking my nipple, just like she did to my clit earlier. She sucked from me so very much.

We kept going and going, until we fell asleep, hot, sweaty, covered in each other’s essence.

We woke up a few hours later. It was after nine. I led Kristen to the shower. We immediately resumed kissing. We somehow found time to lather each other up with soap, shampoo our hair, and rinse off.

After our shower, we were right back in her bed, pussies grinding.

For lunch, we made sandwiches, finished off some wine, and kept going.

Dinner was the same. Near midnight, we were in her tub. I was kissing and licking Kristen’s feet, massaging them and her calves. I loved hearing her moan.

She straddled me in the tub, her tongue finding my mouth again. Our kissing led to us standing in the tub, leaving it, not bothering to dry off, and finding the bed.

Our pussies we practically attached for so long, so hard, all the bathwater left on our skin turned into sweat. We were exhausted, but kept going, kept fucking.

Sweat dripping from her chin, Kristen spoke up, “I think we should stay in bed the rest of your visit!”

“Yes!” I said, my hips, my pussy grinding away against hers.

*

Wendy, my old college friend, and now, my medicine.

Our bodies slithered together, covered in sweat and pussy juices. Shaking, moaning, climaxing over and over again, throughout her entire visit.

In brief moments of rest, I thought about Trent, how he hurt me and ended our marriage. I forgot about him when I tasted Wendy’s pussy, when I sucked her breasts, when I licked her everywhere. I forgot about him when she did all those things to me.

On her last day, we had sex until I took her to the airport. At the airport, we found a bathroom stall and went at it again. We didn’t care who came in there and heard us.

I held her hand as long as I could before reaching the security line.

Looking into her face, our smiles long since faded, we knew how much we’ll miss each other.

“So is this a one-time thing?” Wendy asked me.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I need this again,” I told her.

“Maybe I could visit again soon.”

“Or I could visit you. We can drivr by Trent’s house and have sex on the front lawn,” I said.

Wendy smiled, fighting back tears.

We hugged and kissed goodbye. I told her I loved her, she said the same.

I watched her leave, making her way through the security checkpoint. I felt better, much better. She gave her body to me to use as medicine and it worked. I had no idea how long. But for now, I felt fine.

When I got home to my empty apartment, Wendy and I having sex in my bed flashed in my mind. I smiled, looking at the empty bed.

I undressed and fingered myself to orgasm in the bathtub.

Just before going to bed, I looked up plane tickets to LA. I booked one to go see Wendy the next month. I had a feeling I’d need more medicine.

The end.

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Lisa and i are happy together.

Part 2 takes place a few weeks after Lisa and I move in with each other.

It’s mid February and cold outside which is normal for a northern climate that we live in.
Lisa is working at a convince store and I’m looking for work in my field. Computer repair.
I graduated from a local university five years ago. I got work right out of school, but lost my job just before Sandy and I divorced.
It’s a tough field to find work in. I guess it’s a good thing I graduated top in my class.
My highschool buddy Ted was second and remembering the fact that he owed me a big favor, I went to see him when the company he works for had a job fair.
I’m still not totally comfortable with myself yet. But Lisa is helping with that and I am more and more comfortable as time goes by.
Ted as I found out was in charge of hiring at a local computer repair shop.
I prepared my resume the week before. I was confident I would get the job without using my favor.
I arrived 20 minutes early and sat in the waiting room patiently as two other people went in and left.
Finally I was called.
I entered and was asked to sit which I did. He was reading my resume, then looked up and said I was in this same class, but you claim to have graduated top of the class!? I happen to know the guy that aculay graduated at the top and it wasn’t you. Can you explain please.
Looking straight at him and realizing he didn’t recognize me, I say Ted I know this is going to sound unbelievable but it’s me. Jim!!! I’ve been through a lot in the last year or so. But I can explain.
Ted being the sarcastic Ted I know starts to say something, but I cut him off and finished his sentence.
He just sits there and looks at me and says, you must have known Jim in order to know what I was gonna say.
Ted, it’s me. Remember that trip that you and your girlfriend and I made to long lake. My girlfriend at the time got sick and couldn’t go so it was the three of us.
Ted sits back and thinks a little and says ya I remember. What did you find in the lake the second day there.
Without hesitation I say a sword but it wasn’t in the lake it was in the forest leaning against a rock.
Ted now has a stunned look on his face and says Jim, wha what the hell happened to you. His eyes squinting with a curious look on his face.
It’s a long story Ted, one I promise I’ll tell you another time. I’m here because I really need a job Ted. Can you help me.
Of course, are you kidding. Welcome aboard Jim. Then looking down he corrects himself and says Jill!?!? ( I changed my name to suit my female look ).
Ted says when can you start.
As soon as possible if that’s ok.
How about Monday morning 8 am sharp. A whole week away I think to myself but agree.
I was wondering if you’d like to catch up, I haven’t heard from you since school. I’d like for you to meet my wife.
Sure, can I bring a friend?
Ted looks at me puzzled and says in a bit if a broken voice, boyfriend.
Laughing at him, no. Lisa from grade school.
Ted smiles, ah yes, Lisa. Sure. How about tomorrow night at 6.
Sounds good.
On my way home I called Lisa to tell her the good news but she didn’t sound to happy about it, expecially after I mentioned Ted’s name but wouldn’t talk about it either.
I got home and started super and awaited Lisa’s arrival. She works from 7-3pm and should have been home be 3:30 at the latest but at 5 o’clock I tried calling her. No answer. I was getting worried by the second when she walked in at 6:30 saying sorry I’m late. I had no choice but to work. My replacement didn’t show up and the boss had to come in early. I was mad because she could have called but I guess she was to busy to bother. We ate dinner and talked a bit.
I got a job today. I start Monday morning at 8. I’ll be working with Ted.
Ya, okay. Good for you she says, not looking up from her plate.
Something wrong Lisa?
No, everything’s fine. Monday, that’s good.
Ted wants to catch up. He wants to meet us for dinner at 6 tomorrow night… is that okay?
I don’t… I mean I can’t… I might have to work late again.
Are you okay, you don’t sound to happy?
I’m fine. She says but I know something’s not right.
The next day and she’s not home by 5. So I tried calling her and got no answer. I left her a message telling her where to meet us and headed to the restaurant.
I got there and Ted and his wife were already there. Ted introduced me to his wife Jan.
Ted and Jan meet almost 4 years ago and we’re married two years now. They are expecting their first child in another four months.
The evening was fun, reminiscing about old times but at 9 o’clock and no word from Lisa I told my company I needed to go but wanted to do this again.
I got home at 9:30 to find Lisa in the living room. She didn’t look to happy.
What’s wrong Lisa. I know something’s wrong.
Ted and I used to see each other years ago. When we broke up it wasn’t nice.
I didn’t know you and Ted were an item. We didn’t see each other that long. He wanted sex and I wasn’t ready she replies.
Well he didn’t mention anything about the two of you. Just watch yourself around him okay Jill. She says.
It was 11:15 am Thursday. The phone rings. It’s Ted. Hay Jill, can you meet me for lunch, I’m at the old mill restaurant on the east side.
Sure, I’ll see you there I told him.
A short while later and I’m at the place but wondering why he wants to meet at an old abandoned place but I wait for him to show up. Ted arrives in a BMW. Nice car I think to myself.
Hi Jill, let’s take a walk.
You know I always liked you he starts out saying. And you look really good. Not what I expected but you do something to me and I was wondering if you feel the spark between us that I feel.
I wasn’t paying attention but we were inside this old building and Ted is rambling on about nonsense.
Suddenly he grabs me by the arms and kisses me.
Now I’m getting scared. I pushed Ted off me, that’s when he slapped my hard across the face and pushing me to the ground. I lifted my right knee just as he came down on top of me, I hit him in the groin, he rolls off me moaning in pain. I got to my feet and yelled what the fuck do you think your doing Ted?
I’m sorry Jim, I mean Jill but all I can do is think about you and what sex with you would feel like. Ever since the lake when you and I did Shawna, I wanted you. Isn’t that why you got a sex change, because you’re into guys?
No Ted. That’s not it at all. I told him angrily!!!
Ted just looks at me. Not sure what to say.
But if I was into guys it sure as fuck wasn’t to get raped by a so called friend, what the fuck is your problem Ted?
Please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what…
Shut the fuck up Ted. This is bull shit. Fuck this shit. I’m outa here.
I got into my car and started to drive. I needed to cool off.
What the hell was he thinking. What am I gonna do now.
Shit, I gotta start work on Monday with him.
I finally cooled off enough to go home.
Lisa was waiting for me.
Where where you. I’ve been worried. It’s after ten Jill!
Oh well I was out just driving around thinking and stuff.
If I’d told her what happened, I’m sure Ted would need medical attention.
Lisa told me she worked until eight o’clock and when she got home and I wasn’t there, she got scared and called my mom.
I’ll call her in the morning… no you better call tonight Lisa says.
Hi mom, I’m okay, I just needed time to think so I went for a drive. My mom was sobbing as she replied, my god, your alright, thank goodness. You can’t just do whatever you want you know.
I know mom, sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise. I gotta go mom, I’ll call you tomorrow.
Lisa and I got ready for bed. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind.
Lisa reaches over to me and touching my cheek. She pulls me to her and we kiss.
Lisa always knows how to get me aroused and in the mood. Our hands are all over each other in milliseconds.
Suddenly there’s two fingers in my pussy. I gasp for air and tense up. Wow, that was fassttt I whisper into the air as she fucks me hard with two digits, kissing me hard now she slips a third finger in. I’m shaking now as I’m in sensory overload. I spread my legs wider to allow her more access. Lisa looks me in the eyes and pulled her fingers out of me. She has a devilish look on her face. She’s fumbling with something down between my legs. I can feel something pushing into my pussy. It’s big and warm. It’s a… OMG. It’s a dildo.
Before I can protest she has it inside me about three inches or so. Suddenly it starts vibrating. It’s a vibrator.
My eyes roll back into my head and I’m really shaking now. I’m almost lost in my own body. I manage a low grown. A sound that couldn’t have come from me but I know it did. Lisa worked my pussy with the vibrator for a few more moments. The groan slowly built up inside me. I closed my eyes and let out a shaking vibrating sound I’ve never heard before. Lisa just kept going. Suddenly I exploded all over the vibrator and Lisa’s hand as she shoves the toy all the way in and holds it there. God I’ve never felt so full in my life.
Smiling at me, lisa says I know you’ve never done this before but I’m pretty sure you liked it and she kisses me as she slowly pulled out of me leaving me with an empty feeling.
I just smile at her and reply with wow. I had no idea that would feel that good.
Lisa gets up and straddles my face planting her pussy on my lips she says you might like the real thing one day. I immediately go to work licking and lapping at her hungrily. God dose she tasted good. She grinds her pelvis over my mouth and nose. I reach up and stick a finger in her ass. She slows down and starts to moan lightly. I decided I’m going to go right for it. I stick my tongue as far as I can up her delicious cunt. And shove three fingers in her ass at one time.
She squeals loud and starts to squeeze he thighs together, I just kept lapping at her sex. She’s squeezing her breasts and arching her back while she’s grinding her pussy on my face. I stop suddenly and she slowly orgasms on my face.
I reached down and grabbed the vibrator and touched it to her ass. She jerks up and moans loudly.
I flipped the switch and pushed it up to her ass opening and she sits down and grinds her hips on my face and the toy. Lisa cums hard as she shakes. I lap at her sex. She grabs my head and screams. She slides off me after she calms down a little and snuggles up to me as we drift off to sleep.
The next morning I got Lisa up and off to work. I kissed her good bye and went back into the living room, sitting down I started to think about last night and the fact the the vibrator felt so dame good. Before I knew it I was in the bedroom playing with Lisa’s toys.
She has quite a few toys in her toy box. The one that caught my eye was the biggest one there. It felt so real. It was at least 10 inches long and about 3 inches thick. It had a large head and was quite veiny. It had a large suction cup on the bottom and it was flesh colored.
I decided to take a shower and play with this toy.
I got undressed and noticed I was wet down there. I fingered myself for a bit before I got in the shower. I was really wet now. I stuck the toy to the wall and placed the head to my opening and slowly tried to get it in but it wouldn’t go in.
I took it off the wall and stuck in on the floor. I got down on my knee’s with the toy between my legs. The hot water running down over me. I touched it to my pussy opening. Momentarily thinking back to the days when I was a man. Remembering when the girls I was with were over me, about to sit down on my cock. I close my eyes and slowly sit down on the dildo.
Snapping back to reality as I suddenly realized this thing is huge and the pain I feel is so intense but it feels so good at the same time.
I can’t move as I hold the toys head just inside my cunt. It starts to feel better so I slowly slide another inch inside.
The pain returned more intense. My eyes are closed tight as the pain turns to pleasure so I slid down another inch.
The toy is stretching my box to the max. I’m shaking a little now but I want more so I slide down another inch.
I feel so full but I know there’s more there. After a little rest I slide down more. This time there’s no pain just pleasure. So I kept sliding down until I couldn’t get anymore inside. It felt like I hit something inside that wouldn’t let me go any further.
I pulled up and sat back down again. Over and over again. Grabbing my tits and tweaking the nipples. Up and down feeling every inch as it filled me to the brim.
I’m really shaky as I grind the prosthetic cock into my cunt.
I can feel my orgasm building deep inside as I ride my new friend. I’m feeling really hot. I’m breathing heavily as I start to cum. I can’t hold myself up any longer, I’m shaking, feeling week I slid all the way down past what ever was stopping me before. Screaming loudly as I cum hard. Shaking and screaming, pulling on my tits, impaled on Lisa’s toy I finally collapse on the floor in the shower.
Suddenly there’s a banging on the door and someone is yelling are you okay in there
In as strong of a voice as I can muster witch was quite shaky I reply yes, I’m fine. Sorry I slipped but I’m fine.
Pulling myself up and turning the water off I got out of the shower and put a white robe on and went to the door.
There stood the building superintendent with a worried look on his face.
Sorry Berry I respond in a much more stable voice as I smile at him. I slipped in the shower.

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Marion starts her life as a ruler.

CHAPTER XXXV

Luke had just planted his explosive when he felt the first arrow find its way through his armor and hit his leg, but he had no time to think about it for the explosive would be going off in fifteen seconds. He made sure that it was planted right and turned to run. That’s when he felt the second hit. This one was serious for it was in his abdomen. Before he could get out, he was hit once more in his leg. He fought through the pain to make sure that he was out of there in time. He ran out and dove into the open door of a nearby building. As he was passing through the door the charge went off. Normally he should have been far enough away to be safe, but where he took cover at was right in line with the entryway and the thick stone of the castle wall directed part of the blast back at him. The blast was powerful enough to shake the stone of the building loose. Before long Luke had been pinned under a large piece of rubble. Slowly more rubble came down and Luke admitted to himself that he wasn’t going to make it through the day. He was pinned and bleeding. He couldn’t even reach his wounds to bind them so instead of struggling he decided to send the rest of his life thinking about his beautiful wife and adorable child. He prayed that he had taught enough people enough; so that Marion could led them to a much better future.

Slowly he felt his life drain out of him. He was becoming delirious. He had to be for he could hear Marion calling for him and she sounded frantic and panicked. ‘That can’t be her’ he thought. Marion had been so pissed at him the last time he saw her that she cursed him out and ordered him not to touch her ever again. He began to see more light reaching his eyes and he finished preparing himself to finally leave this cruel world. He felt himself getting lighter and he was amazed by the sensation for it felt like he was being lifted up to heaven, but he had to admit that he would much more likely end up in hell. ‘Oh well, I am a devil dog after all’ and he smiled weakly at that thought. He felt a pair of warm, soft hands on his face and heard Marion’s voice again. As his face turned toward the light, he fought to open his eyes. There was an angel looking down at him with a warm smile on her face and tears streaming down her face. It had to be an angel for she was beautiful, timeless, and had a halo.

It was Luke’s eyes that had moved for Marion could now see the blue of his eyes. Those eyes that she loved so much; more than land, or power, or money. He was alive but barely. She wanted to do nothing more then pull him out of there and take him to bed, but the medical training that Luke had pounded into her head ever since they met; stopped her. She knew that he might have a broken back or other injuries. One of her men found part of a door that they could slip under Luke to lift him out. As they lifted Luke’s massive body out Marion knew that he most likely would die for nobody survived those kinds of injuries. As she was holding his hand, she felt it go slack. She was finding that it was increasingly hard to hide her tears and so when she seen one of the men that had helped her get Luke out of the rubble break down in tears, Marion could no longer hold it back. She cried and cried. She didn’t care who seen her and didn’t know for how long she cried. She didn’t even know when she finally stopped, but the next conscious thought that she recognized was that she was back in her old room in the castle. She was still in her uniform and still had Luke’s blood on her.

As she swung her feet off the bed, she realized that she felt like shit, she was thirsty, hungry, her hands were killing her, and she was worried about Mackenzie. By now she had admitted to herself that she wouldn’t see Luke until she made it to heaven. She stubbled to the door and opened it. The two guards by the door came to attention and presented arms. She saluted and asked them:

“Where Gabriel was at?”

“She was in the great hall the last time I seen her ma’am”

“Ok” as Marion began to walk that way another thought came to her. “One more thing, what day is it?”

“10 March ma’am”

“I was out for three days?!?!”

“Yes ma’am. The Coronal gave orders that you were not to be disturbed unless your life was at risk ma’am”

“I see. Thank you”

With that Marion was off the find Gabriel. Every soldier she passed came to attention and saluted her with military precision. As annoying as it was Marion was starting to feel a growing pride in her army. They were becoming professionals and had now won two battles against forces of superior numbers. Question was could that trend continue with Luke gone. When Marion got to the great hall, Gabriel wasn’t there, but one of Marion’s female bodyguards was. The guard snapped to attention. Marion actually heard the guards boot heels clicking together. The guard was as stiff as a board, her breast pointed straight forward and her dirty blond hair in a French braid that was barely visible under her helmet.

“Do you know where Gabriel is at?”

“Yes ma’am. The Coronal just stepped out to get some news. I believe she is probably still in the telegraph room ma’am”

“Telegraph room?”

“Yes ma’am. It’s in the small room through that door other there with the two guards on it.”

Marion turned to see Gabriel coming through the door. Her uniform was clean and crisp. Her steps were even and she carried herself with pride. Gabriel hadn’t seen Marion because she was busy giving orders to a courier. As soon as Gabriel sighted Marion, she stopped, snapped to attention, and saluted. Marion returned the salute and walked up to Gabriel.

“Come Gabriel, we need to talk.” They walked into a small room nearby and closed the door.

“So, what all has been going on the last three days?”

“I gave orders to bring the prisoners, from the first battle, to town right after the battle here ended. I figured that they would be much easier to guard here plus we need as much manpower as we can get our hands on so we can get the large number of chores done. I also requested that Alice send every person that she could spare but instead she brought the entire unit. Pollyanna came through the battle without a scratch so she has gone out with a strong escort to map the rest of your lands. We found Cecilia’s treasure hoard and I have been using it to pay the civilians in town to help clean up the town and clean away rubble. I also have been looking into installing plumbing into the castle and eventually through the entire town.”

“What about causalities?”

“Not as bad as it could have been. So far, we suffered eighty dead and a further one hundred wounded. Almost all of them came during the storming of the town. I think that it would have been far worse if we hadn’t gotten here so quickly. So far, we have counted twenty-three hundred dead or wounded out of Cecilia’s army and the rest are prisoners. Seems to be that most of the ones taken prisoner were ones that she had forced into the army. Speaking of her, Alice told me a little while ago that she expected Cecilia to recover.”

“Can you send word that my daughter is to stay where she is at. I don’t want to risk her health by bringing her to this filth hole until we can get sewers installed. Next, set up watch post on our borders for I suspect that the other local nobles will be wanting to take away everything we have won. Then we need to see to the army’s refit and they will of course need some rest, for I expect to be attacked within a week or so.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Gabriel, you’re my lover. There’s no need to call me anything other than Marion when we are alone or with our close friends.” Gabriel gave Marion a warm smile and a quick hug.

“I suspect that you’re right about the surrounding nobles attacking us, Marion. I do know that several of them have had representatives here over the last couple of days asking about you. They remind me of vultures. You know what has truly surprised me, Marion?”

“No, what?”

“That you haven’t asked about Luke yet.”

“Why should I concern myself with the dead?”

“Oh Marion, my darling, you need to follow me, and as your lover I order you to follow me so I can show you something.” Marion smiled and giggled as she followed Gabriel. As they walked, Marion’s eyes were pulled down to Gabriel’s swinging hips Marion was sure that she was exaggerating her hip swing on purpose. Marion checked to make sure that they were alone before she reached down and grabbed a handful of Gabriel’s ass. Gabriel jumped and giggled for Marion had quickly pinned her to the wall. Their lips quickly interlocked as they moaned into each other’s mouths. Gabriel was able to break off, she still had to show Marion something. Taking Marion’s hand Gabriel told her:

“Come on you naughty girl. I really do have something that you need to see.”

“Yes, you do” purred Marion as she rubbed Gabriel’s mound.

“Want am I going to do with you?” laughed Gabriel. “I know. You deserve to have your hot, bare ass spanked!”

“You promise?” asked Marion with a hopeful look on her face. After seeing Gabriel’s ass swinging in front of her had reminded Marion that she hadn’t had a good lay in almost two weeks and that was after she had gotten used to getting fucked several times a day. She just hoped that Gabriel could keep up with her.

“Come on Marion.” Marion and Gabriel walked down the hall, hand in hand. Marion was confused when they stopped in front of the old infirmary.

“It took Alice commanding almost a hundred workers a day and a half to clean these rooms to her standards when she got here.” Gabriel said as they were acknowledged by the guard and let in.

Inside Marion was amazed at how clean the room was. Not only that but there was bed after bed all down the length of the room. Each one had someone laying in it and each one had a chart at the foot of the bed facing the isle. Not only that but each bed had clean sheets on them.

“There’s beds for one hundred in here and they have round-the-clock care from two nurses and a doctor.” Explained Gabriel. “The person you need to meet though is through here.”

Marion followed Gabriel through several rooms of wounded men and woman. Finally, they came to a door. Gabriel flashed Marion a smile as she opened the door and stepped through. When Marion stepped through, she froze. She noticed in passing that she was in an old storage room that had been cleaned, but that wasn’t what had her attention. There in front of her was a single bed with a very large person laying on it and resting comfortably.

“NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE!!” Marion cried “I FELT HIM DIE!! Gabriel if this is a joke, I swear to God that I will fucking kill you with my bare hands!” screamed Marion.

“No joke my dear. Luke survived. What you felt was just him passing out. Alice guesses that it was from pain or blood loss. He will be confined to a bed for at least a month and will be weak for a while afterwards but Alice is confident that he will recover.”

Marion collapsed to the floor and sobbed. She cried harder than she had ever cried before, because she was so happy. Even when she had gotten married, she wasn’t this happy. Gabriel helped her up and into a chair that was next to Luke’s bed. Once Gabriel was sure that Marion was ok; she quietly left the room and made sure that the door was shut.

Marion sat quietly next to the man that she loved more than anything. The man that had saved her life numerous times before and had given her something that she had never had before, hope. Hope in the present, hope in the future, and hope for her people. As she sat there, unconsciously grabbed Luke’s hand and held it tight. She could feel his heart beat and his warmth. She didn’t know how long she sat there but she did remember a nurse coming and going a few times to check on Luke. Eventually, Alice came in. She was wearing her uniform of course, but over it she wore a white overcoat. She looked just what she was, a military doctor. Alice gently patted a sleeping Marion on the shoulder and she stirred. Marion’s eyes were bloodshot from her crying and her constant dozing off.

“Come on Marion. You need to get some real sleep.”

“NO! I can’t leave him again.” Alice gave her a warm but tired smile.

“Marion. Look at me. Look into my eyes” Marion turned to look into Alice’s bright green eyes “I promise that he will be here when you return. His vitals are good and there’s no signs of infection so far. He might develop an infection later, but for now he needs rest and so do you. Oh, before I forget, your sister has been asking for you.”

“Where’s she at?”

“Down the hall, although you might want to clean up before you go see her. You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.” The ladies shared a laugh. “I guess I should clean myself up. I do kind of smell.”

“Aye. I’ll say you do and “kind of smell” is an understatement.”

Marion stood with a small smile on her face. She kissed Luke on the forehead and left to return to her chamber. When she got there, her bed had been changed and all her extra clothes were hung up. Additionally, Gabriel’s and Luke’s clothes were there as well, and Marion smiled to herself. Suddenly she heard a voice coming from one of the other rooms. She drew her sword and advanced. She burst through the door and found a naked Gabriel bent over a tub with hot water. She stood up and turned when she heard Marion come in. As always, Marion was struck by her beauty. Gabriel’s eyes were shimmering and her long hair was loose, but Gabriel had it draped over one of her shoulders and covering her left breast.

“Well, you going to join me sweetie?”

That was all the encouragement that Marion needed. She had to have Gabriel help her with her uniform for Marion was stiff from sleeping in the chair by Luke’s side. In addition, all the blood on her uniform was hard and crusted. After Marion was naked, she climbed into the tub with Gabriel. The warm water was making her dizzy. They used some soap that Gabriel had brought with her to wash each other. They took turns holding the bar of soap and tracing each other’s bodies. They washed each other’s hair and made sure to comb each other’s hair so they didn’t get tangles and to make sure that all the dirt was out of it. Eventually the water was cold, so they helped each other to stand up and get out. Gabriel went and got some extra water that she had sitting nearby to rinse off with. They made sure that every square centimeter was clean of dirt and soap. After they had dried each other off, Gabriel got a pair of scissors and had Marion lay back on their bed. She then proceeded to trim Marion’s pubic hair. Gabriel then went and got some more hot water and soap. Marion was confused but things were cleared up when she seen the straight razor in Gabriel’s hand. She shaved not only Marion’s pussy, but her legs and underarms as well. After she was done, Marion felt cleaner than she had felt in a very long time. She then returned the favor to Gabriel. Marion had more work to do for Gabriel had a thicker bush than Marion; had but all this meant was that Marion got the stare at Gabriel’s pussy longer. As Marion shaved Gabriel’s pussy, she could see the moisture forming on her pussy lips and Gabriel’s inner lips were getting red and swelling up. Marion was sure that hers were doing the same thing. When they were done, they cleaned up all the loose hair; which wasn’t hard because they had put a towel down first.

Their time together, in bed, that night unleased a whirlwind. Marion and Gabriel poured all their passions into each other. Since they were in no hurry, they could take their time with each other. They started with light kissing that slowly became more and more passionate. As their kisses became more involved, so did their hands. They both really loved the feeling of their partner’s bare cunts. As they were getting more into things, Marion suddenly had an idea. She moved to where she could lick Gabriel’s cunt and Gabriel could lick hers at the same time. As soon as Gabriel asked what she was doing; she figured it out. Soon they were licking and kissing each other’s pussies and driving each other wild. All too soon they exploded in mutual orgasms that left both of them exhausted. It had really been too long since they had been together. As they recovered, Marion started to think. Their clits were like tiny penises so Marion wondered what it would feel like to rub them together. When she explained this to Gabriel, they both agreed that they just had to try it. It took them a few minutes to find the right positions but when they did; the sparks started flying. They got the new heights that neither of them knew existed. Together they climbed higher and higher. Neither of them wanted to be the first one to cum so they both fought off their own as best they could while trying their hardest to make the other cum first. After almost ten minutes of sheer pleasure, they exploded. They both sprayed all over the other which caused them to cum yet again. Eventually they stopped cumming and they were now beyond exhausted. They couldn’t even untangle their bodies and fell asleep with their legs still wrapped around the other and their pussies still pressed up against the other.

CHAPTER XXXVI

The next morning came way too soon for either Marion or Gabriel for a bugle call woke them up at sunrise and they both felt like they had drunk an entire bottle of strong wine. They had to take a few minutes just to untangle their bodies and unstick their skin for their juices had crusted overnight and they woke up stuck together. When they finally managed to get up, Marion skipped into the bathroom and brought back a wet towel. She kneeled in front of Gabriel and thoroughly cleaned her pussy. After Marion was done, she planted a kiss on Gabriel’s pussy and jumped back up to her feet. Gabriel then signaled Marion to spread her legs and she returned the favor. After they were both squeaky clean; they both got dressed for the day. Marion of course carried her pair of short swords and Gabriel carried her pair of revolvers, a K-Bar knife, and two throwing knives that Luke had made her. She carried one pistol on each hip, and her overcoat hide them very well but left them easy for her to get to in a hurry.

Marion had a huge amount of business to take care of today, but her first stop was the hospital of course. She stopped in and seen Luke. He was still sleeping, but Marion could tell that he looked just a little better today than he had yesterday. Marion’s next stop was to see Cecilia. She was awake of course and as she always did, had a frown on.

“Well good morning dear sister.” Chirped Marion. She was really in a good mood.

“Aye fuck off bitch” was the response.

“Aww is that any way to greet your favorite sister?”

“Favorite sister is it? I would rather be Satan’s sister then yours’s. You usurper!”

“Well, if you were actually capable of being a proper ruler then the people wouldn’t have rebelled and threw your ass out. Now would they?”

“The people didn’t rebel bitch; you did!” snarled Cecilia. Marion gave her a warm smile that pissed Cecilia off even more.

“Well, I’m afraid that I must be off for I have a lot of land to administer. Oh, by the way, we seized all the money that you made by making others suffer and we’re using it to rebuild with so you are now broke but at least the people are getting paid for their labor now.”

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! I SWARE TO GOD AND SATAN AND ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN BETWEEN THAT I WILL KILL YOU BEFORE I DIE!!” Cecilia screamed at the top of her lungs. When she finished her face was blood red and she was breathing very hard.

“I love you too sis. I have to be off but I’ll try to stop back in before I turn in tonight.” With that she patted Cecilia on her shoulder, got up, and left.

Marion had a very hard and long day ahead of her. She had to basically rebuild the entire province for Cecilia had sucked almost all the wealth out of it. She spent almost the entire day at her desk reading reports and issuing orders. It seemed like everything needed tending to at this very moment. At least Gabriel had done a damn good job at running things until Marion recovered from her meltdown or she might have had another one. Gabriel went back to her familiar role of head guard and in a pinch, Marion’s enforcer. In her first day on the job, Marion heard complaints from everyone it seemed: from noblemen asking her for her hand in marriage while they were whining about all the things that Cecilia had stolen from them, to clergymen complaining about church lands and money that Cecilia had seized, to commoners begging for food and seed to plant for Cecilia had taken everything in taxes from them. It was these people who Marion helped first. She had one of her guards make a list of farmers and what they needed so they could plant their crops. A different guard took the complaints of the nobles and clergy. Marion would check to see if anything that Cecilia had illegally taken from them could be tracked down. Marion also made sure that the church would at the very least get back the land that their churches and cemeteries set on. She doubted that the church would get back any of their commercial interest and in fact she would make sure that they didn’t. In between hearing complaints, Marion worked on laying the groundwork for setting up schools and improving the sanitation system. She would have to wait until Pollyanna got back to start serious work on the road network. Thinking about roads, she sent a message to Bard, asking him to come in for a meeting with Marion.

Bard had always been somewhat of the oddball of the group for he was a mediocre fighter at best. While he could fight, he would go out of his way to avoid it. When Luke put him in charge of the metalworks however, Bard found his calling for he was a natural at business. While Luke built Marion’s army; Bard built the metalworks up to the point that within three months of him being put in charge, York Metalworks were the best known in the Isles. They were known for innovative farming equipment and really fancy swords mostly. On the armory side is where the real innovation was at; however Marion had banned from selling to anyone but her for the time being anyway. Marion’s army created enough demand anyway that the armory could barely keep up anyway.

Gabriel had made sure that Marion had half an hour to eat the lunch that she brought her. It was just a sandwich with some fruit and a pint but Marion was thankful none the less. After dealing the huge mess that Cecilia had left, Marion was famished. After lunch, Marion was back at it until after dinner. Finally, it was time to call it a night. Everyone that was still waiting were put on a list for the first thing in the morning and offered a room for the night. Everyone was taken back for this was unheard of. Marion told them to get used to it for this was how things would be from now on. Everyone would have to wait their turn and nobody would get special treatment because of who they were.

After Marion had ate, she went down to see Cecilia just like she had promised. Cecilia was still in a terrible mood and Marion’s cheerful but tired mood made it worse. She just couldn’t stand seeing Marion happy. It really pissed her to think that Marion was doing a better job than she did. When Marion went into Luke’s room, she got the surprise of a lifetime for Luke was awake and looked right at her with a smile when she walked in. She ran to his bedside and kissed his so fiercely that he thought that she might rip his lips off. Luke didn’t know how long his wife kissed him but he didn’t care for he was so glad just to be alive and with her again. When they broke their kiss, Marion had tears streaming down her face.

“Oh my god Marion! Did I hurt you? I’m so sor…” That was as far as he got before Marion put her finger over his lips.

“Luke as much as you’re different from any other man that I’ve ever met, in one regard you are like all the others for no man that I have ever met can properly read a woman. I’m crying because I’m beyond happy Luke. I thought that I had lost you forever and that thought was crushing me. I actually lost it for three days. The last thing I remember is lifting you out of the rubble of that house. The next thing I know, I’m back in my old chambers here in the castle; still wearing my old soaked uniform. I had accepted that you had died and went to heaven. That was the only thing that enabled me to climb out of bed and not jump from a window. Then I find out that you’re still alive, and now despite your wounds are awake. Seriously I think that I’m one of the luckiest women ever to live. I love you with all my heart; Luke and I always will. I am so sorry about what I said back…”

That was as far as she got before Luke pulled her down to him and started kissing her. They kept kissing until they heard someone clear their throat behind them. They found both Alice and Gabriel standing there wearing cat ate the bird smiles.

“Marion, seriously don’t kill my patient by putting too much strain on his heart.” Said Alice trying her best to be serious. Marion started to turn red, then Gabriel just had to pile on.

“I for one, thought that there was only one person in that bed until Marion turned around.”

Everyone in the room laughed and Marion’s face got redder. She swiped Luke’s pillow and threw it at Gabriel. It hit Gabriel, only because she was laughing so hard at Marion’s embarrassment that she couldn’t really move without risking peeing her pants. After a couple of minutes of laughing, Alice was able to get down to the business that had brought her in here in the first place. It was time for her to check Luke’s wounds and change his dressings. She allowed Marion to stay as long as she promised not to get sick. She quickly promised and watched with interest as Alice changed Luke’s bandages. His wounds had started to heal but he still had a long way to go. Alice explained that the arrow that hit his abdomen hadn’t pierced any internal organs and that the dust and rubble from the house probably saved his life for the dust had partially sealed his wounds plus the rubble acted as a tourniquet, slowing down his bleeding. Alice didn’t see any infection and didn’t smell any either. By now she had developed quite a sense of smell when it came to infections. After putting on fresh dressings on Luke’s wounds, Alice left and had a nurse bring Luke some soup. Marion despite being tired refused to leave and in fact insisted on feeding Luke herself. It took him a while but he got the soup down. Marion gave him another kiss and Luke was back to sleep before she was out the door. Just before she closed the door though she and Gabriel stopped and looked at him once more with warm smiles. After all it was Luke who had brought them together and it was Luke who had built the army from the ground up. When they got back to their rooms, Marion was too exhausted to do much other than to curl up in Gabriel’s arms. Within minutes Marion was passed out and snoring lightly.

Gabriel looked over slightly so that she could see Marion’s face. She looked much like an angel now then she usually did. Gabriel was moved to tears for she knew just how damn lucky she was. First Luke had kept her from being raped by Richard. Then Marion had taken her under her wing and both Marion and Luke had taught her how to fight. Luke not only taught her to shoot, but had made two handguns, a repeating rifle, and some knives for her. But most of all she had found someone with an open enough mind to accept her for her and not criticize her for loving another woman. Although truth be told, if Marion hadn’t been in the picture, Gabriel could have easily have fallen head over heels for Luke, and she suspected that she loved Luke almost as much as she loved Marion. She also knew that Marion’s first and greatest love was for Luke and she gladly accepted that fact. Eventually Gabriel pulled Marion a little tighter to her and fell asleep as well.

CHAPTER XXXVII

This had set the general pattern for Marion, for the next week. Wake up in Gabriel’s arms. Get dressed and grab some breakfast. Go see Luke and Cecilia in the hospital then spend the rest of the morning dealing with a multitude of problems. Gabriel would bring her some lunch and make sure that Marion ate. Sometimes, while Marion ate her lunch, Gabriel would eat her. This bit of naughty fun always made Marion cum quickly and helped relieve some of her stress. Then Marion would be back at problem solving until dinnertime. Anyone still there at dinner would have their names put on a list in the order that they arrived for the first thing next morning. After dinner, Marion and Gabriel would go spend some time with Luke and talk about their day. Luke always asked about how Mackenzie was doing. Before the big battle Luke would always make sure to take the time to play with Kenzie as he was prone to calling her. As feared as Luke was by the adults he met, he was loved by the kids for Luke would always take time to play with them or answer any questions that they might have. All the kids knew about Luke’s big rule; anything they discussed with him would stop at him unless they told Luke it was ok for Luke to talk about what the children talked about.

It was now Friday and a week and a half after Marion took York. Her work load today was lighter than it had been and she had actually able to get some serious work done in regards to rebuilding York. Pollyanna had been sending back regular reports. Her escorts had eliminated the rest of Cecilia’s troops and they had released a large number of captives that Cecilia had working in the mines. She had included in the reports where all the captives had come from and had sent all of them back to York for medical treatment. Some of them were down to skin and bones.

Today at lunch Marion was feeling horny and decided to give Gabriel one hell of a surprise. When she walked in with Marion’s lunch; Marion was buck naked and spread eagle on her desk. Gabriel almost dropped everything that she was carrying; she was so surprised.

“See anything you like?” Marion asked in a sultry tone that almost made Gabriel cum from the sound of it.

“That depends, anything for sale and can I try before I buy?” Gabriel asked matching Marion’s sultry tone.

“As long as you don’t damage the merchandise. If you break it you buy it.”

Gabriel smiled as she locked the door and started unbuttoning her shirt. “Well in that case, I guess that I should be gentle.” Gabriel finished unbuttoning her shirt as she reached Marion. She started kissing Marion’s feet and worked her way up. Gabriel just loved Marion’s now baby smooth legs and so did Marion for that matter. Gabriel continued to work her way up Marion’s extremely toned legs. When she got to Marion’s honeypot, Gabriel went around it much to Marion’s aggravation. Gabriel made sure to speed time around Marion’s belly button, the only place that Marion was ticklish. As Marion started laughing and rolling around Gabriel pinned her down by laying across her. Gabriel then continued to work her way up. Coming to Marion’s still perky breast, Gabriel made sure to spend extra time here. She knew that Marion could have orgasms from have her tits sucked and Gabriel was determined to give one or two to Marion before playing in Marion’s erotic zone. It took a few minutes of sucking, licking, flicking, and twisting but Marion had cum and she cum hard. It was a good thing that Marion had cleaned all the papers off the desk first because they would be ruined now. After Marion recovered slightly, Gabriel worked her way up until her and Marion’s tongues were wrestling for space and their lungs were fighting for air.

Without warning, Marion flipped Gabriel over and pinned her down to the desk. It was time to return the favor and tease Gabriel. While she had been working that morning, Marion had herself an idea and now was a good time to try it out. Marion started out with Gabriel’s neck. This was her ticklish spot and just like she had done to Marion, Gabriel was now pinned while Marion was nibbling. Gabriel was laughing and wiggling but Marion wouldn’t let up. Eventually Gabriel was crying and only then did Marion let up on her neck for before Gabriel could even that a breath, Marion was working her breast. As soon as Marion touched her breast, Gabriel started cumming. This produced one hell of a wet spot in Gabriel’s pants for she hadn’t a chance yet to take them off. This was quickly followed by another one as Marion worked Gabriel’s breast like a fine violin. As Gabriel was busy cumming and trying to keep her voice down, Marion had unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand down into Gabriel’s pants. When Marion’s fingers made contact with Gabriel’s clit, Gabriel sucked in her breath. Marion had caught her by surprise and just by touching her clit, Marion made Gabriel cum yet again.

As Marion continued to work her way down, she worked Gabriel’s pants off her hips and down her shapely legs. Marion kept her one hand in Gabriel’s cunt while she worked her way down with her other hand and mouth. Gabriel was now having almost non-stop mini orgasms as Marion continued to work her. As Marion neared Gabriel’s flower with her mouth, Gabriel stuck back by spinning around so that her mouth was buried in Marion’s cunt and Marion’s mouth in hers. They both began to tongue one another. Higher and higher they climbed and then just as Gabriel was about to have the mother or orgasms, Marion stopped. At first Gabriel was confused and she whimpered when Marion got up and opened a desk drawer. When Marion stood back though Gabriel was stunned for Marion had a piece of wood shaped like a giant cock in her hand. The thing had some leather straps on it that confused Gabriel, but not for long as Marion used the straps to attach the cock to her.

Marion was climbing up between Gabriel’s legs when Gabriel opened her mouth to ask what the hell was that. Marion silenced her with a finger over Gabriel’s lips and using some of her saliva as lubricant slipped the wooden cock very slowly into Gabriel. The stars that were usually going off in Gabriel’s eyes when she and Marion were together had been replaced with supernovas. Gabriel felt this new tool stretch her out and she had never felt so full. Gabriel grunted as Marion finally bottomed out. Marion held still for about half a minute and during that time they stared into each other’s eyes. As Marion started to shift her hips, Gabriel did as well. This was simply too intense for Gabriel not to participate. She tried talking but all that came out of her mouth was ohhs and ahhs and moans and groans. Gabriel’s hips sped up even as Marion didn’t and before long Gabriel was fucking herself on

Marion’s strap-on. Marion was prepared for this though and just before Gabriel was able to cum, Marion stopped and pulled out until Gabriel was able to calm down some. As Gabriel was calming down, Marion pulled her off the desk and spun her around. Marion then pushed Gabriel until she was bent over the edge of Marion’s desk. She didn’t even give Gabriel a chance to speak before she rammed her wooden cock back into Gabriel’s soaking cunt. Using her hands, Marion pinned Gabriel down to her desk as she sawed her cock in and out of Gabriel. Sometimes as Marion would thrust in, their clits would come into contact and sent electric shocks through both of them. As they went, Marion made sure to move so their clits would continue kissing. This was driving both of them to the brink and Marion got there moments before Gabriel. It was now Marion’s turn for supernovas. Just as Gabriel started to cum, Marion pulled out too far and, in her haste, to get back in; accidentally drove her cock into Gabriel’s virgin ass. Thankfully Marion couldn’t thrust too far into Gabriel for that could have led to Gabriel getting seriously hurt. As it was, Marion’s mistake was painful enough and Gabriel went from singing like an opera singer to crying like a baby. Marion had the strap-on off of her in a second and had Gabriel wrapped up in her arms. Marion stayed there and cradled Gabriel until she was cried out and then it was Marion’s turn to cry for, she could have hurt her lover and she couldn’t stand the thought of ever hurting her.

“You know Marion” started Gabriel “that thing is almost as amazing as the woman wheedling it.” This made Marion smile a little “Next time you want to plow that thing up my ass though we might want to look into using something like lard for lube. I think that once I get though the pain that might be really, really good.” Marion was now amazed for here was her lover talking about willingly taking it in the ass. “What, I think that it might be fun to experiment; after all, just think about what would have happened if we had been prudes like everyone else when Luke introduced us.”

“Aye you’re right sweetie.” Marion said after thinking for a second.

As the woman were getting ready to resume their gentle kissing, someone knocked on the door

“Yes, what is it?” asked Marion

“Message from Coronal Pollyanna marked urgent.” Said the voice

“Just a minute” Marion and Gabriel quickly put their clothes on, made sure that they were decent and definitely made sure that their new toy was put away.

“Enter” Marion said after quietly unlocking the door.

The messenger was obviously in a hurry and Marion recognized him as one of Pollyanna’s most trusted lieutenants. He handed the message to Marion who read it:

“Have spotted possible enemy troops entering from the northwest. Forces consist of approximately one thousand infantry and five hundred cavalrymen mostly man-at-arms but also fifty or so knights. Wearing colors consistent with the lake district. Keeping forces hid and unknowns under observation.

Coronal Pollyanna, Corp of Engineers”

Gabriel read the message over Marion’s shoulder.

“What do you think ma’am?” asked Gabriel. When it was business, Gabriel always called Marion ma’am

“What I think is irrelevant. Just having those troops so close is a serious threat.” Turning to the messenger:

“Take this order back to the Coronal. Keep under observation as long as you can do so without being spotted. Will need updates as you can give them. Under absolutely no circumstances are you to engage but do everything in your power to slow them down. Will need a day or two to mobilize the rest of the army.

Marion of York”

Marion gave the messenger the orders and told him to get a fresh horse and a quick bit to eat before leaving. The man left and Marion called her orderly.

“Gather the regimental commanders in the war room. I will be holding a briefing in thirty minutes.”

“Yes ma’am” and the orderly sped off like a gazelle.

“Sounds like you’re going to be earning your pay again sweetie. I want you at the briefing as well so you better get going. I’m going to see if Luke is well enough to join us.”

Gabriel snapped to attention and giving her salute, turned on her heel and shot out of the room. Marion left moments later, closing the door behind her. Moments later she was in Luke’s room. To her surprise, he was up and getting dressed. He hadn’t got his shirt on when Marion came in so she could easily see the arrow wound on his abdomen and his arm was in a sling. Before she could even speak Luke asked her:

“How bad?” Marion was surprised at first but with Luke she half expected that.

“About fifteen to eighteen hundred men headed this way. Possible they came from the lake district.”

“Probably heard about Cecilia being crushed.”

“Honey you keep forgetting that armies in this day and age can’t mobilize that fast. I bet they started mobilizing when they first heard that Richard had been killed and with winter thrown in there that would make perfect sense.”

“Ya, guess so. Also, I bet that they were waiting a bit for the grass to grow and to see what happened between you and Cecilia.” Marion nodded “When is the briefing? I’m assuming that’s why you’re here in the middle of the day.”

“In about twenty minutes.”

“Can you help me with my shirt then please. I’m still a little sore.” As Marion was helping with his shirt Luke said “You also might want to wash yourself up some, you smell of hot girl sex; and you might want to hurry and tell Gabriel as well.”

Now Marion blushed fiercely for she didn’t realize that she smelled of sex. Luke didn’t help her any either when he came in for a kiss. Marion thought that he was going for her lips, but at the last second, he swerved and got her neck. His whiskers tickled Marion to no end and she loved it. He then whispered in her ear:

“So how do I compare?”

“There’s no comparison between the two of you and you know it Luke. There’s no way that I’m getting rid of you, after all you are my world.”

Luke smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. Come on we need to get to your meeting. At the door, Luke had to stop and tie a shoe. He was finding that he was still having problems doing most things for himself. He waved to Marion that she should go on and he would catch up so Marion walked through the door to her war room. Inside all her regimental commanders were already there.

“Why did you call this meeting?” asked one of them. It was obvious that he was annoyed. The door behind Marion opened and he sounded like he had swallowed a shoe sideways when he seen Luke enter in uniform. ‘Oh, fuck this is serious’ was the thought that was going through everyone’s minds.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t be keeping you long but we have been invaded. I got a message from Coronal Pollyanna about half an hour ago. She has sighted just short of two thousand troops entering our lands from the northwest. Current evidence suggest that they hail from the lake district.”

All the commanders swallowed for they knew what would happen should those fuckheads got into York. Marion then continued.

“So far we don’t have too much intel but I have already ordered Coronal Pollyanna to keep them under observation and to do everything she can do to slow them down without engaging. You all have until this time tomorrow to get your troop mobilized and ready to march. I want to be headed out of town before dawn Sunday morning. Now if there are no questions…” Marion looked around and nobody said anything. “Then dismissed.”

The amount of noise increased drastically as everyone got up and headed for the door. Soon Marion, Gabriel, and Luke were alone.

“Sounds like you’re going to be earning your pay again Gabriel.”

“You know your wife was just saying the same thing.”

“Well, you know they say evil minds like alike.”

“Hey, I’m not evil; I’m the good one. Don’t you see my halo?” protested Marion

“Aye being held up by horns.” Snickered Gabriel

“Gabriel!!!” shouted Marion as she punched Gabriel in the shoulder. Luke laughed then cleared his throat

“I should be getting going to so I can get the artillery ready.”

“You’re not going anywhere but back to bed mister.” Growled Marion. Normally with anyone else that would have been the end of the discussion, but Luke was the exception because he wasn’t afraid of Marion. Luke just gave her a look. “Gabriel, help your boss out will you please?”

“Nope. I might be brave and crazy but I’m not stupid. One; there is no way that I’m getting involved in anything between you and Luke. Two; I think that you’re going to be needing his help anyway and he does know the artillery better than anyone and we haven’t replenished all of the powder yet. Hopefully in a month or so we will be able to keep up.” Marion knew when she was beat.

“OK Luke. Get going. Just make sure to save some energy for me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.” Luke snapped to attention every centimeter looking like the marine he was and saluted as best he could. Marion returned the salute and Luke was off. Marion actually shed a tear watching Luke turn and leave.

The rest of the day flew by for Marion. She had so much to do and not much time to do it in. She did make time to go and try to talk to Cecilia to see what she might know.

“It’s God’s will. They have the best army in the north and they will crush you like the bug you fucking are” snapped Cecilia.

“Somehow I doubt that.” Knowing that anymore was a waste of time, Marion went to find Alice to give the news.

“Fuck!” was Alice’s response and she started mobilizing all of her resources so that they could deal with more casualties.

By the time that Marion had got back to her rooms for the night, she was exhausted. Gabriel was already there and lightly snoring. Marion smiled to herself as she undressed and climbed in behind Gabriel. They snuggled against each other and Marion passed out.

CHAPTER XXXVIII

The next morning, Luke still hadn’t come to bed and Marion was a little concerned so she got out of bed before Gabriel and while she was getting dressed, Gabriel woke up.

“What’s up?” asked Gabriel still trying to get the sleep out of her eyes.

“Luke didn’t find his way up here last night and I’m curious as to why.”

“Ok well give me a couple of minutes and I’ll come with you.” True to her word, Gabriel was dressed a couple of minutes later and they were off to find out what happened to Luke. Their first stop was the artillery barracks and they found them a beehive of activity. Every soldier was already up, dressed, and preparing for action even through the sun wasn’t even up yet. When asked they said that Luke had woke everyone up almost an hour ago and gave everyone a list of things that he wanted them to get done before lunch. Marion looked at one of his lists and was amazed at how long it was and how many of the things on that list that she would have never thought of.

The next place they checked was the armory and that too was a beehive of activity. Luke had been there too and left them with list. Only theirs was even longer than the artillery list. The third place on the ladies list was suggested by one of the guys in the armory. He told them that they should check out the powder mill for Luke seemed to be pissed with both the quantity and quality of the new powder. When they were still almost a half a block from the brand-new powder mill, they could hear Luke bellowing and he was beyond pissed. They quickened their steps so they could get there and hopefully defuse Luke’s temper before the whole mill blew up.

When Marion came through the door, she stopped so suddenly that Gabriel ran right into the back of her and fell on her ass. When Gabriel looked up, she could see why Marion had stopped. Luke was white as a sheet in his anger. They watched as his fist went right through a barrel of powder. Neither of them had ever seen Luke this mad, but as they listened, they began to understand why. This powder was almost useless for it had been mixed wrong and Luke had left very exacting instructions on how to make the powder. Apparently, the guy that Marion had put in charge of the mill was some kind of alchemist and thought that he knew better then Luke. Luke was finally slowing down in proving to the idiot that he was indeed an idiot. The guy was trying his best to get away from Luke; and Marion actually wondered if the guy was going to catch on fire given Luke’s full command of several languages.

Eventually, Luke seemed to relax but nobody else in the building did. After all Luke had always seemed like such an easy-going person and now he had just gone thermonuclear on someone. Luke had barely calmed down when he told the idiot to get out of the building and never come back. As the guy was hurrying out of the building, Luke yelled at him once more:

“And don’t even think about taking this or ANY other formula that you might have learned here to anyone else for if I find out you do; I will hunt you down and rip you to pieces with my bare hands.”

The poor man was now so scared that he pissed himself as he ran from the building. Marion was about to vomit for Luke had scared her shitless as well. Gabriel meanwhile was just standing there in absolute shock. Luke however wasn’t wasting any time. He sent a message to the artillery barracks saying that they were all to forget the rest of their list and report immediately to the powder mill. He then started reorganizing the remaining workers. To say that resistance was muted would be an understatement. Luke was so into his work that he didn’t even notice Marion and Gabriel turn and leave, hell he hadn’t even noticed that they were there in the first place.

After the artillery unit got to the mill and Luke had instructed them on what he wanted them to do, he had all the remaining powder gathered up so he could see if any of it could be saved. Thankfully most of it could be saved but it would take some time. Luke worked tirelessly the rest of the day and into the night. It was after midnight before Luke managed to find his way back to Marion’s rooms. There he stripped down and passed out in a comfortable chair. He didn’t want to lay down in bed because he was beyond dirty with gun powder. He had put in a long day but he thought that as long as they were careful, they should have enough powder to get by.

The rest of the day the girls were busy as well. Marion got several updates on the approaching army’s progress. The fact that they were hostile was no longer in doubt when they caught a village unprepared and slaughtered everyone in it except the young women. Pollyanna reported that she was destroying bridges in the army’s path and downing trees across the road to help slow them down but they were moving fast. Marion and Gabriel did make sure that they both took the time to make sure that their personal weapons were clean and ready. By this time, Luke had managed to also make a revolver for Marion and she was actually a somewhat decent shot. All that day Alice had the doctors and nurses and anyone else she could round up making bandages and sulfa powder. She made sure that her alcohol supply was topped off and all the instruments were clean and sharp. That night when Marion and Gabriel were finally able to turn in, they found Luke snoring in a chair, half dressed. It seemed that he was so tired that he couldn’t get any further. Marion finished undressing Luke and covered him with an old blanket for he was filthy and he stunk. By this time, Gabriel had got them some warm water and they cleaned each other off with rags. After they were reasonably clean, they went to bed as well.

The next morning, an orderly woke the three of them up before dawn. It was time to finish marshalling the troops and head out. Marion made sure that she left enough troops in town to protect it and keep the prisoners from Cecilia’s army under control. The fact that Marion had them all moved to more secure areas of the castle helped. She also ordered all the wounded that could be safely moved out of the hospital be moved as soon as possible.

It was just after dawn had broken when the army marched out of town. Everyone that could had turned out to cheer on Marion’s army even through it was a Sunday. Even though she had only been in charge for two weeks, she was extremely popular with the entire population. Most of the people were even starting to slowly gain some weight again. The trip out was uneventful much to Marion’s relief. It seemed that Luke’s forethought was saving the army a great deal of time and many headaches. Luke still cautioned her:

“Remember the great saying my darling, “In war everything is simple, but the simplest thing it difficult”” Karl Von Clausewitz. Luke was full of sayings like that “Amateurs study tactics, Professionals study logistics.” “An Army marches on its stomach.” “War is hell.” And many others. Marion had heard them all before and she tried her best to take them to heart. After all Luke had been a professional soldier for years and he had experienced all of these things firsthand. Thankfully Luke had a couple of books that helped Marion become a general. One was The Art of War and the other was On War. Marion had read and reread both books to the point where she almost had the damn things memorized.

A few times when they were riding, Marion did have to admit to herself that she did led an impressive army. By now it was almost 2200 hundred men and women strong. It had highly advanced weapons All the infantry carried single shot bolt action rifles that shot a prepared cartridge and had an effective range of almost eight hundred meters. Every one of them were also equipped with a bayonet and a K-BAR combat knife. All the cavalry carried two cap and ball six shot revolvers, a saber, and a carbine rifle. The artillery was the most impressive for they were armed with twelve pounder smoothbore cannons and 3-inch ordinance field guns. These guns were light and made of cast iron. The soldier’s training in many ways was even more impressive. Every man and woman had been drilled until they could do their jobs in their sleep. Then they were drilled some more. Luke had also seen to it that they were all cross trained, especially the cavalry. Luke had also seen to the creation of a highly effective supply line that could keep the army well supplied in the field without having to resort to foraging.

One of the first rules that Marion had put in place for her army was that civilians and prisoners were not to be mistreated without orders. Luke convinced her to put that last bit in for he knew what kind of weapon fear was. There would use it when a town wouldn’t surrender. The choice for the town was simple: surrender and allow the army to march in and the town would be protected or if they fought back, the town would be sacked.

Every village and town that Marion’s army came to surrendered without a thought of fighting. In fact, as the army marched through many of the civilians would come out to watch and some would cheer. In many of the larger settlements, Marion would leave a company of infantry and a cavalry squad with orders to keep the peace, ensure the supply line, and finally to start improving the local infrastructure.

After three days of marching, Marion’s army came into contact with the invaders. Marion had known where they were at all times, thanks to Pollyanna’s reports. When Pollyanna and Marion finally met back up, Marion immediately ordered Pollyanna’s engineers back to camp. They were to eat, sleep, and clean up for they had been living on cold food and sleeping on the bare ground for almost a week. Marion was going to give her tent and bed over to Pollyanna but she refused saying that she would stay with her unit. Marion did order that Pollyanna’s troops were to have first dibs on supplies and beds for they were all exhausted.

It was late afternoon when the armies had met sort of. Marion’s army could see the enemy but the enemy had no idea that Marion’s army was in the area for they were not maintaining adequate scouting. As far as Luke was concerned so much the better. Marion’s commanders spend the rest of the day finalizing their plans. The enemy had already bedded down for the evening. Apparently, they were in no hurry for they only moved maybe eight miles a day. Marion’s could move almost twenty miles a day when they wanted to. By dusk the plans had been finalized, the main attack would come from the East as the sun was rising. Before the attack, the cavalry would circle around to prevent anyone from escaping. Now the hard part began, the waiting for the attack.

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This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

When I was just over sixteen years old, I had a piece of bad luck that turned into some very special good luck indeed!

I injured the ligament in my left leg during a school sports match, and – after a spell walking on crutches – was advised to do regular physiotherapy to restore its strength. The physio nurse at the clinic showed me which exercises were best, and recommended that I use the specialist equipment at a gymnasium, but with very light settings at first. So, with my parents’ approval, I decided to try out the health club and gym nearest to where we lived – it was only about fifteen minutes walk away, and that exercise would also do me good.

On my way home from school the next afternoon, I got off the bus a stop earlier than usual and called at the health club to make enquiries. When I explained what I needed, the helpful young man at the reception desk said that it would be best for me to speak to the assistant manager on duty, and showed me through to her office. Sitting there, working at a computer screen, was a fit and attractive young woman in her mid-twenties, who at once rose and greeted me with a warm smile and a firm handshake, introducing herself as Louise. She was quite smartly dressed, not in either gym clothes or a business suit, but in a neat semi-casual combination of a shortish plain brown skirt and a cream cross-over top. Both of these complemented the slightly-wavy light brown hair which fell to just rest on her shoulders, framing her pretty and friendly features. The only recognition of working in a sports environment was that she wore no tights or stockings, revealing well-muscled legs, and that her shoes were simple black slip-ons with flat rubber soles.

Louise looked at me with curious interest, which I assumed was due to my appearance. It was not just that I was younger than their usual adult clientele, but I was also in my school uniform. My school was a good one but had an emphasis on discipline, and that included requiring all students to wear uniform. However, we more senior girls – well, you know what girls are like about clothes – we had our own little stylish variations, always pushing at the boundaries of the rules until something or other was definitely forbidden. So, yes, I was in my school uniform, but the maroon skirt was a size or two smaller than I really should have been wearing, making it tight on my ass and about three inches shorter than regulation length, coming less than half way down my thighs – not quite indecent, but certainly trying to go down that road. My white shirt was also short and tight, and of material thin enough that my bra was visible through it, emphasising what I had in the way of a bust (which was OK, not amazing but not too bad for sixteen, pert little boobs in a soft cotton B-cup – I was very proud of just having moved up to that size). The uniform was completed by my navy-blue tie with its thin diagonal orange and red stripe, my short white ankle socks, and my white trainers – the once concession to modernity which the school allowed, but only so long as they were either plain white or plain black. As usual, as soon as I left the school gates, I had removed my blazer and stuffed it in my bag, and rolled up my shirt sleeves (it was nearly June, after all). The cumulative effect was that I looked both demure and sexy, with a lot of bare girlish leg and thigh on view. I may have seemed a little older than I actually was, due to the combination of my above-average height, my straight dark hair (which I kept hooked behind my ears), and my mature-looking face, which often wore a serious or quizzical expression.

I explained my reasons for coming, holding my leg out in front of me to show the injury in question. Louise looked thoughtful, and came around from behind her desk to take a closer look. She explained that she was completing a course in sports sciences which included physiotherapy, and although not yet fully qualified she had some experience in the area and was sure that she could help me. She knelt on the floor in front of my chair, and asked me to stretch my leg out as straight and horizontally as I could manage. She then supported it in her hands, looking thoughtful as she gave a gentle probing – more like a massage, really – to the injured area. It felt quite nice and relaxing, and I settled back slightly in the chair, not at all realising that from Louise’s position (which she had carefully chosen), she could see directly up my skirt to my panties and crotch. She extended her massage to my lower leg, and I gave a slight sigh. I looked downwards to where she was testing and rubbing my knee, and to my surprise found that I had quite an extensive view down the loose cross-over front of her top, revealing the smooth tops of a pair of neatly attractive breasts, perhaps C cups, the rest of which was covered by a prettily-decorated white bra. I was intrigued, and more interested than I realised – much later, Louise (who was watching in her peripheral vision, having quite deliberately afforded me this perspective) told me that she had seen my lips part and my tongue flit across them as I looked down her front, and that she had detected by sight and faint smell that a small damp patch had appeared on the gusset of my panties.

Satisfied in ways that I had yet to understand, Louise nodded to herself and then rose, smiling cheerfully, and sat behind her desk again. She explained that what would be best would be for me to exercise under her supervision – the club owners would not want to admit me and then be in danger of a lawsuit if I injured myself through ignorance. In addition, she recommended that I make my visits near the end of her evening shift, when it would be quiet – the big pressure was in the early evening, after people left their work, but the last hour that the gym was open, from 9.00 p.m. to 10.00 p.m., was much less busy. This would be good, Louise explained, because she could give me more individual attention then, and also there would be much less likelihood of my being pestered by men. I was a bit uncomfortable hearing that, but she laughed and said that they didn’t normally have such a good-looking young girl in the place, but she would ‘keep the flies away from the honey’. I laughed too, reassured and also very flattered that this smart and experienced woman would think that I was good-looking! We shook hands on the arrangement, and I handed over my mother’s credit card for payment – Louise said they would take only two months’ subscription at first, which was the minimum joining period.

So began the very pleasant routine of the next five or six weeks. Louise worked on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and that pattern suited me too. I would leave home a little before 8.30 p.m., walk slowly to the health club, and change into one of my gym outfits – they were my school ones, consisting of tight form-fitting terrycloth shorts in navy blue, and a singlet top in red, edged in blue and white. I wore trainers, white ankle socks, and supporting sweatbands at my ankles and on my wrists. For underwear, I used a pair of very skimpy thong-style pink panties and their matching bra, as my fairly small breasts didn’t really need a specialist sports bra. I then worked out on various machines for about forty minutes, with Louise advising me and checking regularly how I was doing. On these evening shifts, she was no longer on office duty, and so was dressed quite differently from the first time that I had met her. She always wore a white T-shirt with the gym company’s name and logo on it and trainers, but between these two the rest of her outfit varied: sometimes it was jogging trousers, sometimes a pair of loose exercise shorts, and sometimes – which I realised that I liked best, thinking this was because she looked very stylish in it – she wore a quite short tennis skirt, of which she had several, in navy blue and in white.

On one of the first occasions that I was there, near the end of the time, when there were only two other people still in the large gym room, she walked over to check up on me. We had agreed that I should work on all my muscles evenly, partly to get fully fit, and partly not to strain my injury by working constantly on the legs, so I was using a weight-lift at the time, lying on my back on the flat bench support, a leg splayed out on either side. I was concentrating on this so much that I did not notice her approach, until she was standing almost next to my head. I turned to look at her, and then blushed and turned away – because from my position I had seen straight up her skirt, registering in the split second before looking aside that she was wearing a very nice pair of black panties in a high-hip thong style, decoratively edged with lace trimmings. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry and my pulse quickening – I thought, due to embarrassment at making such a faux pas. It left me feeling a little funny, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind afterwards. In fact, curiousity began to consume me so that I deliberately contrived similar encounters on the days when she was wearing one of her short skirts, and I was rewarded with sights of a range of panties in different cuts and colours, but sharing one things – all were stylishly sexy.

So we went on, sometimes chatting for a while as Louise closed up the building (which was her responsibility as the duty manager on these evening shifts), before going our separate ways. I began to think of her more and more as a friend, and started to confide some of my secrets to her – such as how several of the boys at school were pressing me all the time to go out with them, and that I wasn’t keen because I knew they would just be trying to get my panties down and do whatever they wanted. Louise asked if I had had a boyfriend before, and I shook my head, explaining earnestly that I just did not feel ready for that kind of thing right now, but I supposed it would be different when I was older – at college, maybe. Louise smiled and nodded, and then delicately enquired:

‘So, ah … you’re still a … still … you know … um … not done it, yet, then?’

I blushed scarlet, and nodded confirmation of my unsullied virginity. I though she might laugh or think me childish, but my heart warmed when instead she smiled at me approvingly, patted my shoulder, and said:

‘Quite right, too! – most girls give it up far too soon, to someone who doesn’t deserve it, and then wish they hadn’t!’ For just a moment, I wondered if she was speaking about herself, but it would have been just too rude to ask.

A week or so after this, I was almost fully fit again – and thinking with regret that my visits to the gym (of which seeing Louise had become my special pleasure) might be coming to an end, although I had formed a plan to ask my parents to continue the subscription permanently, perhaps counting it as part of my next Christmas present or something like that. On this particular Monday, I had got stuck on a homework assignment that was due the next day, and so got to the gym rather late, realising as I walked in that the lobby clock showed nearly a quarter past nine. Louise greeted me at once, almost as if she had been keeping an eye on the door, and with a note of pleasure – perhaps even relief – in her voice that touched me. She gave me a playful slap on the ass, and said:

‘Hey, kiddo – I was getting worried, thought you were deserting us, now you’re all better!’

‘Oh, no!’ I said hastily, explaining first about the homework (which got a sympathetic grimace and an acknowledging ‘yeah, that sucks’), and then, more diffidently, my hopes of continuing to attend the gym.

‘That is – if you’ll have me, of course,’ I said, in my innocence not registering the double meaning. She looked at me quizzically, and then said in a softer and huskier tone than usual:

‘Oh, don’t you worry about that – I’ll have you, all right!’

It was if she had taken some final decision, as the slightly-troubled expression which I had noticed on the last few visits cleared away. Louise explained that she had some extra paperwork to catch up on, and was intending to stay in the building and get it done after everyone had left. ‘But’, she said, ‘it’s a pity for you not to get your usual time, especially when I’m not actually leaving.’ With brisk determination, she suggested that I stay on with her – I could get extra time on the machines when the gym was empty and, if she propped the office door open, she would hear me call out if I needed anything. She asked if it would cause any problems if I was to stay later, and I replied that it wouldn’t – I had actually arranged to visit one of my school friends afterwards, and so was not expected home until nearly midnight; I would phone the friend and explain that I had been delayed, and couldn’t make it tonight. Louise smiled, nodded approvingly, and remarked ‘that will give us plenty of time – no need to hurry’.

The few remaining members of the club had left by about 9.45 p.m., and Louise told the other two staff who were on duty – two guys, college students doing this as part-time work – that they could go, and she would close up. When they had departed, she locked the glass front doors and pulled the blinds down on the windows. Then she smiled at me, saying ‘now it’s just us girls, honey, so take your sweet time.’ I settled into my workout routine, realising that my leg was now healed, and that overall I was so much fitter than before, and I determined not to give this up – I had found that my thrice-weekly visits had become the highlights of my week. It was amazingly peaceful and quiet, with Louise visible at her office desk, her attractive profile towards me as she tapped away at her computer keyboard – she was wearing one of her short white tennis skirts and a tighter-than-usual purple singlet, and both showed that she had a good, curvy figure underneath. I watched her for a while, feeling quite serene, until I thought she might notice and I looked away.

At about 10.30 p.m., when I was using one of the upright bench presses, I heard Louise sigh. I looked over to her office again and saw her shuffle the papers on her desk, put a file away in its drawer and switch off her computer. Then she rose and stretched, sighing again. I thought she must have forgotten me, or perhaps had not realised that I was placed where I could see her, because she hefted her breasts in her palms, as if settling them back in their bra cups, and then for a moment slipped one hand under her skirt – I could only assume that her panties must have got twisted. I felt like a spy who had seen a special secret, and flushed and looked away as she started to turn towards her office door. I acted as if I hadn’t seen her until she was standing right next to me – and then from that position I could not avoid an up-skirt view of her firm tanned thighs and today’s panties, a red thong in a satiny material.

Louise said it was time for me to wind down – she had a few routine chores left, but I needed to go and shower soon, and when I came back from that she would let me out by the side door, as the front was locked and the alarm there had been set. She gave me a bright smile, which I returned, saying ‘OK, you’re the boss!’, and I trotted happily off to the ladies’ changing room. After showering and drying off, I stuffed my gym outfit in my carry-bag and put on a clean pair of tight shorts in a rich pink colour and a green T-shirt that went well with them. As I gathered my things, I heard Louise calling out to ask if I was ready, and I went out into the foyer area.

Louise led me along an unfamiliar corridor to the side door of the building, and then hesitated curiously for a moment, putting one hand on my shoulder and regarding me quizzically. However, after a couple of seconds, she gave a slight sigh, and unlocked the door to let me out. As I stepped into the cool sweet twilight of the summer evening, feeling thrilled and excited by my progress, I turned back for a second and – acting on a sudden impulse which came from I know not where – I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on her cheek, saying breathlessly: ‘Thanks so much, thanks for everything!’

I felt suddenly abashed at my girlish enthusiasm and childish action, but Louise took one of my hands in hers, twining our fingers together, and drew me closer to her. A strange smile played for a second about her lips and, in a wry but warm voice, she replied:

‘Oh well, honey, if you want to thank me that way …’

And then – to my astonishment – she kissed me on the mouth, not too firmly or intrusively, but I could feel her tongue flit across my lips. There was no doubting that this was something much more than a friendly farewell gesture – in fact, it was unmistakeably an opening gambit, even someone as naive and inexperienced as me instinctively knew that! Whether it was due to surprise or some deeper need, my lips parted slightly and I found myself returning her kiss. The space between us had suddenly vanished, and I was up against her, held close by the arm which she had slipped round my waist. I was very aware of the pressure of her breasts against my developing chest, and of the sudden hardness of her nipples, poking into me through her singlet. I melted into her embrace, opening my lips wider for the questing entry of her tongue, meeting it with the tentative probing of my own. My head was spinning, and there was a roaring in my ears as if there was a waterfall nearby. My palms felt sweaty, my stomach light and fluttery, and my pelvis as if it had turned to wet concrete.

After nearly a minute of wet smooching, I drew back slightly and broke contact with a gasp, hardly believing what I was doing. Louise searched my face with her gaze, and must have found what she was looking for in my wide eyes, flared nostrils, flushed cheeks and panting breath, and confirmed by my acquiescent stunned silence.

‘So … do you want more, babe?’ she asked, with devastating directness.

My throat had gone dry and I could not manage to speak, so I just nodded a mute but definite assent. Her smile became a wolfish grin, and she drew me back into the building and closed the door.

‘Yeah’, she said in a satisfied tone, ‘I was pretty damn sure you would – you little hottie!’

Swiftly, she pressed my smaller, slighter frame against the corridor wall, resuming her kiss whilst her hands roamed all over my upper body, tugging my T-shirt out of my shorts and up above my small breasts. Her fingers found these in their plain white bra, fondling them and tugging on my suddenly-firm nipples, causing me to moan and – driven by instinct – to spread my hips apart. Her hands ran down my back to seize and squeeze my buttocks, and then one hand swept around my waist and stomach, and reached down to press against where my shorts covered my pussy, stroking up and down on my slit through the thin terrycloth material. I was almost swooning from the sexual rush which overwhelmed me and from the tidal waves of extraordinary, novel and wonderful sensations that were surging through my virgin body. She paused briefly in her swift conquest of any defences that I might have had, and looked at me with sudden seriousness.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ she queried, ‘I’m not gonna force you into anything.’

I found enough strength from somewhere to reply: ‘Yes … please, I want it! … I want you!’

Her eyes gleamed, and she breathed back at me: ‘And I want you – I’ve wanted you for weeks, ever since you walked in here in that sexy schoolgirl getup! And I want to be your first.’

I understood her meaning at once, and was doubly thrilled. Yes, I thought to myself exultantly, yes! Here and now, and with her – nothing could be better than this, nothing! I answered in a choked, husky voice:

‘I want YOU to be my first!’ And then, to make quite sure she knew what I intended and wanted, I added: ‘please, take my virginity – FUCK ME!!’

She looked eager but also slightly scared, and I wondered fleetingly if she had ever taken a virgin girl before – the idea that I might be her first in that way sent another drenching feeling down my pussy, which was already feeling wetter and looser than I had ever thought possible.

Louise still had just a fragment of doubt, saying: ‘You might not be a lesbian, like me, you know – lots of girls, most really, are bisexual.’

But I was having none of this, for I knew with a sudden sweet certainty, like coming home out of the rain, where I really stood and who I really was. So much that had seemed out of kilter to me, so much that had felt like it was somehow not right, suddenly fell into place. Of course this was why I didn’t want a boyfriend, didn’t want boys shoving their paws inside my shirts or up my skirts – and why I felt that strange embarrassed curiosity when we girls were changing for school sports, or the way I liked to watch the cheerleaders practice even though I knew I wasn’t pretty enough to be chosen for the squad, and it explained the burgeoning feelings that were troubling me about a couple of my prettiest school friends and two of the most handsome and charismatic of the younger women teachers. I had not the slightest remaining doubt, and said to Louise with a confidence which afterwards she told me had both amazed and impressed her:

‘Yes, I am. I am a lesbian – I’m glad I know that now, and that’s what I’ll always want to be. You’ve helped me to see and understand – it’s only right for you to take me first, and I’ll remember you for ever. Show me what to do, Louise, take me and fuck me – and not just now, not just tonight!’

She whistled softly through her lips in surprise at my certainty, and at the maturity with which I was offering my body to her, knowing exactly what I wanted to happen. The air of tension left her, but was replaced by a crackling sense of anticipation and excitement which electrified us both, joining us in a harmony of attraction and pure unadulterated desire.

‘OK, hon, if you say so – if fucked you is wanting, then fucked you is surely gonna be getting!’, she said, giving me a totally over-acted evil leer. ‘But not right here – there’s a much better place, c’mon!’

Holding hands, we almost ran back down the corridor, and she took me along to a small private room which I had not really noticed before. It had a ‘Staff Only’ sign on the door, and Louise had to unlock it. There was a row of lockers along the left-hand wall, doors to shower and toilet cubicles in the facing wall, and a couple of benches in the middle of the room. Louise quickly pushed these over against the lockers, and then indicated a large foam rubber exercise mat which was standing upright in one of the corners, rolled up and held closed with straps. It was quite heavy, and it took both of us to drag into the centre of the floor, and unroll it – after a few seconds, its own weight made it rest flat on the floor. Next, Louise took three of the large white cotton towels that the gym provided for its members to use, and she laid these out on top of the mat to make a more comfortable resting place.

We were both still fully clothed, but I knew with eager certainty that this would change within seconds. For all the passion that she was feeling, Louise did not rush me – we stood for a while, kissing again, and her hands explored my bust and buttocks less feverishly than before, but with a sensuous slowness that I found to be even more arousing. Then she pulled my T-shirt up over my head, caressed my breasts in their soft cotton bra cups, and slid a hand down to my shorts. One dextrous movement undid the front button, a second pulled down the zip, and a third slipped her hand inside – the shorts falling three or four inches down my thighs as she did so. Her fingers cupped my Venus mound through my thin pink cotton panties, and I gasped at the feeling of her hand pressing against me in such an intimate place – down there!! But this was only her overture, and her hand rose slightly to the waistband of the panties before sliding back down again – but now on the inside, her palm smooth and warm against my bare skin, her fingertips seeking the top of my cleft and then teasing and rubbing along it.

I was more than lost by this stage – although a much truer term would be to say that I was found, and had found everything that I was looking for. I slumped slightly backwards against the wall, and she tugged the shorts down my legs until I could easily step out of them. Now all I had on was my bra, panties, socks and trainers, and it didn’t seem right to let this one-sided situation continue. Acting purely on instinct, I reached for her breasts, taking a firm grip and pressing my thumbs against the hard nipples. Louise gave an appreciative gasp, and begged me to give her tits more attention, so I gave her purple singlet the same treatment that my T-shirt had received a few seconds before – up, over, and flung away to land on one of the benches at the side.

Now I could see her bra: it was red, matching the panties which I had glimpsed earlier, but more daring in style than I had expected – an underwired plunge bra in a quite revealing demi-cup design. As I hesitated for a second, Louise quickly reached behind her back, undid the clasp and then let the bra fall away from the front of her breasts. She was now naked above the waist, below which she still had the short white tennis skirt, the red panties underneath it, cotton ankle socks and her trainers. As she let her arms fall to her sides, I took a moment to admire the bust now displayed to me. Louise was a very attractive young woman; her breasts were no more than average size in volume – perhaps even a little less – but they jutted forwards like small pyramids. It seemed as if a homing instinct told my mouth what to do, as I leaned forward to kiss her left breast, taking the right one in my hand to fondle at the same time. Louise murmured her approval, putting her shoulders slightly back in response and so lifting her tits even more outwards for attention.

My kissing was tentative at first, and I think its delicacy – almost next door to tickling – was actually very arousing for her, as certainly was my innocence and her knowledge that she was initiating a virgin into her first lesbian sexual encounter. Realising how much I was turning her on, as she began to give short pants of breath, I grew in confidence and began to suck more boldly, now changing from side to side between each free-swinging mound of glory, sucking hard on her tit and pulling it out with me as I drew my mouth backwards; each time when I finally released one of her nipples in this way, she gave a curious whimper.

After a few moments of this, she gasped that I was going to make her come, and she begged me to finger her pussy. I felt a wicked thrill, as for the first time in my life I lifted a woman’s skirt to gain access to her cunt and take her to the crest of sexual release. My mouth did not falter in its worship of her lovely mounds, but I pulled the front of the tennis skirt up with one hand and pushed the other underneath it. I found my target of the front of her panties and, remembering her example, pressed my fingertips along her slit, feeling with slight shock the large patch of wetness which surrounded it. Louise gave a strangled groan, releasing her hands from their grip on my ass to reach frantically for the sides of her panties and shove them in one firm motion down almost to her knees. At once, my hand was touching her bare cunt, which I found was delightfully soft and giving, smooth and shaven free of all hair. Again, it must have been instinct that helped my fingers slip into her vagina whilst my upturned thumb impacted almost roughly on her clitoral hood, slipping inside it to find the engorged glory spot itself. Louise began to give a mixture of deep, harsh grunts and high, sharp sounds, and I could feel her muscles trembling around my hand. Suddenly her hips thrust forwards and backwards galvanically several times, she gave a loud cry of ‘Oh! Yes! Now!!’, and I felt a wash of wetness around the two fingers that I was pushing in and pulling out of her hole.

I was amazed at what I had done, and felt a euphoric sense of triumph. Here I was, a young, totally inexperienced, virgin teenager – and I had taken an attractive and accomplished woman to the heights of uninhibited, uncontrolled orgasm. In its way, this was another and almost more profound barrier to cross than having my hymen broken and losing what everyone defines as ‘virginity’ – for what I had done to Louise made me far more adult: I was now a lesbian and a lover, someone who did as well someone who was passively done to. Not, of course, that I was not eagerly looking forward to that part … and it seemed that it would be next on the agenda.

After I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, Louise – looking slightly stunned and breathless – stripped off her panties and briefly mopped her sodden pussy with them, before pitching them carelessly aside. She unfastened the tennis skirt, which went in the same general direction, and was now naked apart from the socks and shoes.

‘Christ – I never expected that!’ she gasped; ‘that was amazing – kiddo, you’re a natural, there’s no doubt about it!’ She grinned at me ferociously, and I blushed but felt exultant at her accolade. Then she took my shoulders in her hands, and scrutinised my face again, affectionately but more seriously. ‘I want to be certain that you want this, babe,’ she stated, and then asked: ‘are you sure – really, really sure?’

She need not have worried, though I appreciated the care and concern that was motivating her enquiry – she was not just focusing on getting what she wanted, however desirable it might be. I had become more certain with every second, with every sight of her beautiful womanly body, with every touch of my fingers on her skin and of hers on mine. I looked her straight in the eye, knowing that she needed to know. Not wanting there to be any hesitancy, any holding back, when once she began to take me, I replied with simple, frank sincerity:

‘I have never, ever wanted anything so much in my life – or anyone. I know this is right for me, and you are right for me – just don’t stop, do it all the way, take me!’

The last wrinkle of frowning doubt vanished from her forehead, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation. Slowly, the hands on my shoulders slid under my bra straps and tugged them first sideways off my shoulders and then down to hang by my waist, in the process peeling the white cotton bra cups away from my young breasts. Releasing the straps, her hands rose to cup both of my titties, and as her mouth descended upon them I discovered for the first time how the pleasures which I had given her a few minutes before felt like from the other side. Really, there are no words good enough to capture the sensations that you experience when another woman’s lips, teeth and tongue suck, nibble and lick your own tits – amazing, stupendous, explosive don’t even come close, and erotic is a pale and useless term for the reality.

I was shaking and shivering from hot and cold flushes, feeling almost delirious as she alternated between my breasts with her mouth, whilst using her hand to tweak the nipple of whichever tit was not getting oral service. My eyes were closed so that I could ride the tides of feeling, and so I sensed rather than saw her reach behind me to unclasp my bra and remove it. The next bit, however, had my eyes open wide – as I gasped in even greater pleasure and arousal.

Her tongue left my nipple and traced its way over the lower part of that breast and then downwards, across chest and stomach, to its target of my pussy. As it neared my navel, swooping around it and licking its centre, Louise dropped to her knees and simultaneously pulled my panties down to my ankles; I lifted my left foot an inch off the floor and she slipped the panties over my trainer, leaving them still looped around the other ankle. With tantalising slowness, her tongue then began the next part of its downwards quest, as her hands with gentle pressure eased my legs into a wider and more open stance.

With the simultaneous precision of a D-Day landing, Louise’s tongue reached the top of my pussy cleft as the fingers of one hand reached up to touch and delicately probe the very bottom of the slit, and the other hand spanned the middle, pressing on each side of my labia to encourage them to separate and open.

I had never, ever felt anything like this in all of my tentative explorations of my own body, in all of my crude and childish masturbatory experiments. I was sobbing, tears of ecstasy rolling down my cheeks, the kind that you get from uncontrollable laughter, and someone in the room was making short inarticulate cries – I guessed it must have been me, for Louise’s mouth had slid down to the middle of my vagina and was sucking like a vacuum cleaner! As her agile tongue wormed up and down my pussy, she shifted the grip of her hands to my lower buttocks, squeezing them and pulling them apart, giving her greater and deeper access at the front. Her mouth moved upwards to make my clitoris its prisoner, and I lost all control – if any had been left by this point – as my pelvis shook in orgasm. With a long, low wail, I released myself into the growing orgasm like someone clinging by their fingertips to the cliff edge above a raging torrent – as I, too, was swept under, churned about, bouncing from one rock of sensation to another, and then was flung up again onto the shore in a shower of spray, gasping for breath.

Looking flushed and excited, Louise removed her lips from my labia and rose to her feet, with evident pleasure and satisfaction tasting the juices that had streaked her face.

‘That’s one first for you, honey; the first time you’ve been pussy-eaten by a woman. Now – stage two!’

I had remained standing through all this, my back leaning against the wall. Now, she took me by the hand and laid me down on the soft towels that were covering the exercise mat, as gently as if she were lowering me onto my bridal bed – which, of course, in many ways it was. I was on my back and she spread herself out beside me, lying on her side and with one elbow propping up her head. She ran her other hand gently over my body, almost in wonderment that such a sweet young prize had fallen into her lap. Then, sure that I was comfortably settled in place, she kissed me briefly on the lips before rising and going to one of the lockers. From my angle on the floor I could see that she rummaged in a kit-bag for a moment, before straightening and turning back towards me. In her hand was a vibrator – a smooth silver tube, slightly curved at the point. It looked huge to me, but in fact was no more than average; I learned later that it was a six-inch model of medium diameter.

‘I thought this might come in handy sometime,’ she commented with a mischievous grin, adding that she had been keeping it in her locker for the last two weeks, hoping for a chance to use it on me – and also, when our close proximity had aroused her too much, slipping in to this staff changing-room to use the little silver pleasure-machine on herself.

As I watched in fascination, she switched it on but did not immediately begin to insert it into me. First, she aroused me further – which I would not have thought was possible – by giving my pussy a firmer massage with her fingers and another series of probing kisses and licks from her tongue. Then, as the latter moved upwards to zero in on my breasts, I felt the rubbing pressure of the vibrator’s tip at the puckered open mouth of my vagina. I gave a soft gasp, and wordlessly showed my acquiescence by spreading my legs as wide apart as I could and thrusting my hips upwards against its pressure. The vibrator slid easily into my well-lubricated cunt, until the tip bumped gently against the dark membrane of my hymen. I gulped, tensing my abdominal muscles, and Louise raised her head from her tit-lapping to watch my face. I understood that she needed one last confirmatory signal and so, despite an errant doubt that made my thighs suddenly glisten with sweat, I licked along my lips and then gave a brief but firm nod of assent.

Louise nodded back, and the excitement of taking her first-ever virginity (she confirmed my suspicion on this point afterwards) showed on her face. At first, she cautiously pressed the wonderfully humming tip of the vibrator a little harder against the barrier, which proved less flimsy than either of us expected. She looked more determined, and pushed hard for an instant. My hymen parted to admit the metal rod, making me jerk and yelp – the sensation was curiously similar to banging one’s knee on a door frame: a brief flashing pain which was both disorienting and stimulating in a strange and tingling way. My virginity was no more, and for the first time something from outside penetrated down my vaginal tube, pressing me open, rubbing against nerve ends along its walls which I had not dreamed existed.

Louise withdrew the vibrator, and wiped it quickly on the nearby towel – I could not see this at the time, but later, when I stood up, I noticed the small browning smear of blood, which somehow made the whole thing more real. With barely a pause, she slid the vibrating shiny cylinder back into me, slowly working it in and out, and pressing a little further each time. Meanwhile, her fingers stretched open the top part of my slit, seeking for and finding my clitoris, and alternating between rubbing it and flicking it with her fingertips. This had an effect like the discovery of the combination number of a safe: my legs spread apart, my back arched and my buttocks lifted clear of the towels, and my vaginal muscles relaxed and loosened, admitting her thrusts further and allowing her to up the tempo.

It seemed like no time at all before I was shuddering and trembling in the throes of my second orgasm, which was even stronger than the first. My head lashed from side to side; I was whimpering and uttering broken words of beseechment, all of them entreaties to fuck me more, harder, deeper; my nipples were so stiffly erect and hyper-sensitive that I thought they would explode from my chest like fireworks; sweat gleamed on my face, stomach and thighs, and my hips were pushing spasmodically back against the intrusions of the metal dildo. Then, the coup de grace: Louise deftly removed the vibrator from my hole and thrust its throbbing tip against my clit, whilst the hand that had been stimulating me there drove two fingers deep into my vagina. I think I screamed as this stimulus blew me over the edge, but if I did it was a scream of exhilaration, of discovery and of joy. It was as if a tempest had raged through me, tossing everything up in the air, and I knew that I would never feel or think the same ever again – a threshold had been crossed that was much more than just losing a small scrap of skin, however much it was prized by society. As the tidal wave receded, I lay sprawled on my back across the rumpled white towels, and gazed up at the jutting breasts of my instructor in lesbian love.

Rather shyly, I asked her: ‘Was I OK?’

Louise looked surprised at the question. ‘You were amazing, sweetheart, truly – truly amazing. I never expected you to be so open for it, so free and so wild. You’re a knockout, d’y’know?’ Then she added, with a rueful laugh: ‘I should be asking that – was it OK for you, honey?’

Her words made me feel happier than I could express, and so I just emphatically nodded my positive response to her question. Then, trusting myself to speak despite a slight quaver in my voice, I asked her if she would want me again, if maybe we could do it more often, especially if I got my parents to continue my membership of the club.

Louise rolled over from her side to lie mainly on top of me, settling her thighs between my still-spread ones, her breasts resting almost tit to tit on mine. Her mouth found my lips, and she kissed me slowly and lovingly. Then, breaking mouth contact for a moment, she stroked my cheek with her fingers whilst assuring me that she would want to fuck me any time that I would have her, and that it did not need to be here – in fact, it could only be here if it was just us in the building – but that I was welcome to come to her flat. She told me that she shared with another, slightly older woman who was also a lesbian, but that they were good friends only and not attracted to each other as lovers. They had separate bedrooms, and one or the other often brought a girlfriend home for a night or a weekend.

I said at once that this sounded delightful, and so it has proven – during the six months since I lost my virginity, I have been Louise’s most-frequent lover (though not her only one, and neither of us would ask that exclusivity of the other, there are just far too many hot babes out there), sometimes at the gym on nights when she closes up, and other times on weekend afternoons and evenings (when my parents think I am at a friend’s house or a party), in the comfort of her bedroom. There has also been one unexpected bonus – her flatmate and I had an instant attraction to each other from the moment that we met on my third visit there, and Louise has no objection to my fucking with her sometimes as well. Her name is Nadia, a trim 29-year-old brunette with a great ass and a taste for tight skirts and black boots which show it to best advantage. She became my first for the last part of the trilogy of my lesbian initiation – taking me doggy-style with a strap-on cock. This was also a mind-blowing experience, and in the four months since she first impaled me with it, my cunt has opened wider and deeper. That first time, I only took five inches, and needed lube and careful coaxing to manage that; last Sunday, she fucked me without restraint with her wide eight-incher, and I took it all, hard and deep, with relish, gasping for her to shaft it deeper, grind down on me harder. She has a taste for dominance, and I knew such talk would send her into over-drive, and so it proved – she was shrieking almost louder than me as she slammed it home for the last convulsive thrusts, her orgasm taking her just seconds before mine.

My parents quite readily agreed to continue my membership of the gym, pleased that I was adopting a regime of regular exercise. Of course, they had no idea what my favourite method of burning off those extra calories had now become – they were just pleased that I looked so trim and had such a healthy glow, and I smiled quietly to myself and ran memories of my recent fucks with Louise or Nadia through my mind’s eye.

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This is my first attempt at writing lesbian erotica

I was very excited because I was going to get my very first tattoo. I waited until I was twenty four before I decided to get inked for the first time. Mainly because I was a daughter of a minister and had a job as a professional swimsuit model and both of them frowned on tattoos. But I had reached a point in life where I wasn’t going to be ruled by others and a tattoo is something I had always wanted.

It was late as I walked into the tattoo parlor in the center of town, away from my suburban home, so no one I knew would see me.

The only person that was working that night was a cute girl with pink hair and dark horned glasses. Her eyes were deep and piercing and she smiled at me with her red painted lips.

As I reached the counter she was behind, she stood up to meet me. She was about five foot four, wearing a pink tank top that barely held her huge breasts in, and a black pleated mini-skirt that was so short it didn’t cover the tops of her black and pink stripe stockings.

“Can I help you?” She asked me with a smile on her face.

“Yes I would like to get my first tattoo. My friend Susan told me that an artist named Christine is who I wanted to work on me.” I replied.

“Well girl, you found her.” She said as she halved bowed.

“Great, is it too late to get a tattoo?” I asked.

She looked up at the clock and saw that it was fifteen minutes before ten, then turned back to me and said, “Well normally I close a ten, but since you are a friend of Susan and this is your first tattoo, I will make an exception for you.”

She locked the door so no other customers would come into the store and asked if I knew what I wanted. I handed her a piece of paper with a drawing of a Celtic cross to her that I drew myself.

“Nice work, you should come work for me!” She said studying the picture. “So where on your body should I put this on?” She asked.

For a moment I drew a blank. I told her that I was a swimwear model and I couldn’t just have the tattoo put on me anywhere.

“I know a perfect place to put your ink on!” She said excitedly. “I can put it on your pubic mound! That way the only people that would know you had a tattoo is me, you and anyone that past third base with you!”
I laughed at her corny joke but thought that would be a great place because she was right about who would be able to see the tattoo.

She had me come around the counter and took me to one of the private rooms she had in the shop. Once we got in the room she shut the door and set her work station up. A few minutes had past, she finished setting her tattoo gun up, put different colored ink into small thimble sized containers and was ready to start working on me.

“Okay sweetie, I will need you to remove your pants and panties, and then lie on your back on the table there,” She said as she pointed to a padded table in the middle of the room.

Being a little nervous I hesitated.

Sensing how nervous I was, Christine smiled and assured me that everything was going to be fine and tattoos don’t hurt as bad as people let on.

“It isn’t the pain I’m worried about… It’s just that I have never had a woman being so close to my…. Well you know?” I explain to her.

She laughed and said, “Sweetie do you know how many, ‘you knows’, I have worked around?” She asked me. She followed up with, “Just relax and everything will be fine.”

I felt a lot easier and took off my pants and panties. Then I lied on the table and excitedly waited to get my tattoo.

Christine put on a pair of rubber gloves and began to work on me. She explained everything that she was doing and why it had to me done. First she used soap to clean the area she was going to work on, which was an odd but kind of pleasant feeling, which sent shivers to race through my body and my pussy to become a little wet.

After she cleaned the spot she pulled out a razor and shaved my already smooth mound and placed a stencil on the site she was going to tattoo, so she knew where to put the ink in me. Again I felt shivers race from my pussy and throughout my body.

“Okay sweetie, I need you to slide to the edge of the table and spread your legs for me.” She instructed me.

I did what was told of me while she sat on a small stool in between my legs.

“Okay you are going to feel a little pin pricks.” She said as the buzzing of her tattoo gun began.

At first it stung like hell, but that I began to kind of like the mixture of pain and the vibrations of her gun. The combine feelings made my clit tingle with excitement.

While Christine worked on my tattoo, we chatted about all sorts of things. We talked about what got her started in the tattoo field, how I got into modeling and just overall casual conversation. She even took off her blouse to show me her Japanese style tattoo that covered her whole left arm. After showing me her tattoo, she asked me if it would be alright to leave her top off while she worked on me, saying something about being hot and didn’t want to get ink on her shirt.

While she worked further on my tattoo in her white laced bra she asked, “So are you seeing anyone?”
“No, a matter of fact it has been awhile since I had a date.” I replied.

“Really? A sexy girl like you? I would have thought that some guy would want to be with you!” She said in disbelief.

“Ugh, most guys I meet are models and total pigs. They either just want a quick fuck, or they are so stuck on themselves that I think they would rather have sex with themselves, let alone know how to please a woman.” I told Christine.

“Okay we are all done here.” She said as she put the tattoo gun onto the table beside her, and handed me a small mirror so I could see the finished tat.

“Wow it looks great!” I said excitedly.

“Good, I’m glad you like it. Let me get you cleaned up.” She said as she reached for a towel.

She sprayed a cool mist of rubbing alcohol over the mound of my pussy and began to wipe it clean. She softly used the towel to remove the ink from my mound and pussy, pay a lot of attention to make sure none of the ink was still in the folds of my lips. I could feel Christine’s hot breath washing over my swelling clit and her fingers parted my pussy lips while she cleaned me up.

With her cleaning me, small chills raced through my body causing my nipples to grow stiff as I became very excited from her touch. My aching pussy began to leak, and I had a feeling that Christine knew what she was doing to me.

“Well from the looks of the mess you are making down here, I can tell it has been a long time since anyone pleased you.” She said while she put the towel on the table but still traced the outline of my begging hole.

More turned on than embarrassed, I looked into her eyes and said, “It has been awhile….”

Christine smiled back at me and slid her fingers to my clit. “Maybe I should give you the manager’s special.” She said.

“What would that be?” I asked as a small gasp escaped from my lips as she used her fingers to flick at my clit.

“It’s hard to explain, I would just have to show you.” She said coyly.

Then I watch her head lower in between my legs and towards my soaking pussy. Her hot breath was the first thing I felt, and then her soft full lips brushing against my sensitive pussy lips. She softly kissed me, taking time to tease my clit. And then, without warning, the tip of her firm, hot tongue ran from the bottom of my slit to the top, where my swollen clit was.

“Oh Fuck!” I moaned out while my legs spread out more for her hot mouth.

While Christine’s licked and nibbled on my throbbing clit, she pushed a finger inside of me and moved it in a “come hither” motion, stroking my G-spot. This caused my pussy to pour and cover Christine’s face.

“Fuck yes!!! Eat my pussy!” I screamed out from Christine’s talented fingers and tongue.

Christine moans were muffled by my burning slit as she face fucked me. Her moans caused vibrations to tickle my clit and sent chills to cover my body. I was so turned on by Christine at this time I wouldn’t have cared if I was being watched, not even by my friends and co-workers.

I sat up from the table, wrapped my legs around her back drawing her in closer to me, and grabbed the back of Christine’s head to help guide her to the spots I wanted her to lick.

“Jesus fucking Christ!!” I yelled while my body began to shake, as I felt my pussy begin to cum on Christine’s tongue. As I came, my pussy gush a river of cum and sprayed everywhere, nearly drowning poor Christine.

Her face was covered in my sticky, sweet cum. I watched my hot nectar drip off her chin and onto her huge chest. She stood up from the stool she was sitting on and removed her skirt and black panties that she wore. Then she kissed her way up my body pushing me up the padded table.

Once she had me where she wanted, she turned her body while on top of me so her completely bare pussy was just a breath away from my hot mouth.

My tongue stretched out and spread the wet folds of her tight slit. Her pussy was musky and sweet as I licked and drank her juices that poured out of her.
She had begun to finger my ass hole with her slender finger while she tongued my dirty, cum soaked clit. Having her fingering me as she ate my pussy was too much for me to handle as I came for a second time that night. I cummed so hard from her mouth and anal probing finger, that I flooded the table we were on and my juices spilled onto the floor.

“Holy shit! I’m going to cum!” Christine screamed out as I ate her pussy faster.

She pressed her hips down on my lips and began to grind herself hard against them. I felt her pussy grow wetter on my chin as she began to shake from her growing orgasm. She cried out one more time as she began to cream my face with her sweet, gooey cum.

We both came and shook for several minutes, until Christine turned herself around so we were face to face and kissed me deeply.

While we kissed, she placed one of her legs between my legs so our hot pussies were touching each other’s and she began to rock her hips against my still dripping gash.

She pushed hard against my clit with hers and our combined cum made them slide together easily. The softness of the folds of her smooth pussy, with the hardness of her swollen clit rubbing against my clit caused me to be a filthy whore that night.

I grabbed onto her tight ass and helped her fuck me harder as I met her thrusts with my own. Her hot gooey pussy grew wetter with each stroke of her hips, as so did my own soaking fuck hole.

“That’s it, fuck me hard bitch!” I cried out as I grew close to cumming again.

I think me talking dirty to her really turned her on, because her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned out loudly from another orgasm building inside of her.

With her on top of me, rubbing our clits together, Christine had pushed me over the edge. My pussy quivered as I began to spray my hot, wet cum all over Christine’s hungry hole and down the crack of my ass.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…fuck…” Where the only words Christine could say as she began to cum on top of me. While she came she kissed me, bit at my neck and shook uncontrollably.

She slid off my body and fell onto the floor still shaking. I crawled off of the table and held her close to me, softly caressing her body.

Christine gathered herself and kissed me softly on the lips and then asked me, “I hope you liked the special?”

I smiled. “So much so, I want to see what other specials you have.” I said then chuckled at my own bad joke.

Christine was good for her word and gave me all sorts of “specials” that night.

Six months since that night I quit my job as a swimsuit model and started a new career as a fetish model, specializing in erotic tattoos. I found out I could make more money and I got to see Christine two to three times a week to get either a new tattoo or one of the older tats freshen up. She still gives me the manager’s special every time I see her and even some times has a friend help her with the ‘job’.

The End

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A down-home country gal returns to her childhood home after a stint in college. Given the drought for dicking out in the middle of nowhere, she turns to other means to get her fill.

“Yes, mother, I know how to get there, still.”

“No, mother, I’m not goin’ to need an allowance– you realize I’m a grown woman now, right?”

“What?! No, I ain’t ‘gonna drink any of dad’s booze. What is the matt– I’m hangin’ up the phone now, okay? Bye.”

Kristen huffed, rolled her eyes for nobody’s benefit other than her own, and did her best to recreate a ‘slamming the phone onto the receiver’ gesture that modern life could afford her: she jammed her thumb into the glass touch screen of her phone to hang up the call. Who did her mother think she was these days? It’s not like she knew what went on at college. She didn’t know that by the second week of her stint in the dorms, she had spent four or five nights passed out on a musty sofa while a party raged on around her until well into the evening. She didn’t know that on the first night Kristen tried a jello shot, she also had her first thirteenth jello shot. Most importantly, her mother definitely didn’t know that same infamous jello shot night, she had also hooked up with not one, but two guys that she didn’t even bother to collect phone numbers for after the sun came up. She stowed her smartphone in the cupholder and grasped the steering wheel of her Jeep with her freed hand.

The aging, rusting Jeep Wrangler bounced down the gravel-and-dirt pathway that subdivided swaths of bending, swaying grasses that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The swards surrounding her parent’s ranch were vast, and mostly unbroken, save for the occasional interrupting vein of a river’s offshoot that had, over time, tattooed themselves onto the swells of green that terminated into a horizon-grasping expanse of prairie. Trouble was, Kristen had spent the last four years of her life navigating the creaking old Jeep through the tight, concrete-lined pathways of the faraway urban center of New York. She was a country girl turned cityslicker who was now about to spend the first summer post-degree doing her best ‘country girl’ impression. As the axles of the rapidly deteriorating vehicle whined and strained while they trundled up what, to her, was barely a road compared to the asphalt she had grown accustomed to, she felt like she wasn’t exactly doing a knock-up job. She had never quite rid herself of that ‘cowgirl’ accent, though.

She careened the complaining vehicle into a hard left as the gravel inexplicably shot off in a random direction. At this point, she could see the farm house sitting pretty at the crest of a hill. Within walking distance of the sprawling, two-story house was the tall-sided cliché of a ‘big red barn,’ which stood next to the paddock that kept the horses. As she rounded the vehicle off into what was, mercifully, the final hook of the winding driveway across the fields and up to the house, she studied the horse paddock off in the distance. She had spent the last four years thinking about everything except horses. Somehow, they represented to her everything that was ‘life on the farm.’ Horses were everywhere when she was a child. They grazed the fields alongside the roads. People rode them to her high school. Being a girl fortunate enough to be raised out under the open, blue sky of the rural countryside, Kristen had spent her fair share of time on horseback. However, the amount of dressage-obsessed teen girls that she had grown up with was enough for Kristen to assign everything equestrian as the primary target of her teen rebellion. When she turned fourteen, she threw out all of her horse-print notebooks and stationary and swore to never again saddle up another one of the equine beasts.

Of course, she was a twenty-two year old woman at this point, and that maligned teen angst had overstayed its welcome. She laughed to herself, smirking at the thought of how stupid the whole feud between her and those muscled, powerful creatures had been. The summer out here was going to be long, and she figured she might as well go pay a visit to the paddock at least once while she was home. Maybe she’d even take one of the big boys out for a ride. Her pitiful Jeep would thank her for the reprieve. Kristen piloted the Jeep up to the front of the house and cranked down the brake pedal. The juddering vehicle slid to a halt, kicking up some pebbles and stones in its wake as the Jeep’s rear wheels locked up. After killing the engine, she gave the steel steed a reassuring pat on the dashboard.

“Thanks for getting me here, ‘lil buddy,” she whispered to her companion as the overheated motor muttered its tick-tock panting from underneath the hood.

Kristen twisted around, reached into the back of the her chariot, and eased the strap of her duffel bag up over her shoulder. The toll of spending the entirety of the three-day journey in the saddle of her Jeep kicked in the moment she slid her rear end off of the cracked, yellowing leather of the front seat and her feet hit the dirt. She groaned, leaned back into the vehicle, and stretched her legs. Lamenting the decision to use the trip back from college as an opportunity for a road trip, stopping in cheap motels and for fast food where necessary, Kristen began the trudge up the steps to the front door of the ranch house.

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“Mom, dad, I’m home!” Kristen called out just as the pleated curtains of the front door’s window flapped in the breeze caught up in the door’s swing back on its hinges. The rickety front door closing behind her, Kristen slipped a thumb up under her duffel bag strap and crept forward across the squeaking floorboards that sounded like they had passed their centenary while she was off partying at college. She turned through a nearby threshold and into the kitchen to be immediately treated to the sight of the back of her kid sister’s brown-haired head. She was hunched over her laptop at the kitchen table, tapping away at the keyboard.

“Hey, kiddo. Aren’t you glad to see your big sister?” she inquired.

She watched as Cara wiggled one of her hands back over her shoulder in a dismissal, then extend a finger towards her ear to point repeatedly.

“.. yeah, sorry, no, that was just my sister. She’s back from college– no, it’s fine, I can talk still.” Kristen listened as Cara reassured whomever she was speaking to on the phone through earbuds that she wasn’t busy in the slightest.

Kristen rolled her eyes, pushed a lock of her own chestnut brown hair out of her face and decided to make for the stairs. She needed to check out her room. She hadn’t been there in years, but was comforted by seasonal status checks provided by her mother that it was being treated with dignity. Her space had been converted into a craft room for a time, spent time as an office for dad while he was out of work, and was finally rehauled back into Kristen’s temporary living quarters in the weeks before she arrived back home. It just wasn’t economical for her to come back to her home state of Nebraska every holiday, so her parents had assured her that it would be fine for her to save her money for grad school instead and that they would mind the fort. She turned the familiar corner at the top of the splintered, old wood of the stair set and arrived just before the door to her childhood domain. With a delicate push, she opened the door and walked inside.

The room was nothing like she had remembered it, and she attributed that to the fact that her mother appeared to have put the room back together using memories of Kristen from when she was about thirteen years old. Framed posters of old stallions kicking up dust as they reared up lined the walls. Some of them were saddled up by gleeful-looking girls grinning from cheek to cheek as they posed for the camera. American Girl dolls sat on the bookshelves, sporting the leather cap and riding crop of equestrian of the starlets that they were.

“Holy shit, what the fuck, Karen..” Kristen whispered, looking around at the overwhelming decor that screamed ‘I’m a horse girl and I’m proud of it.’ Determined to solve this problem later, she slung the shoulder bag off and down onto the handmade quilted duvet on top of her bed – at least that was the way she had left it, she sighed.

She made her way back down the rickety staircase to the first-floor landing and resolved to seek out her parents who had yet to acknowledge that Kristen had, in fact, not gotten lost. Kristen moved surreptitiously through the house, hoping to get the drop on her folks as they hadn’t exactly gotten the red carpet out for her upon her triumphant return to the homestead. Her efforts to be stealthy were continuously undermined by the overt floorboard whines with every one of her footfalls, but she maintained her measured tip-toeing all the same. After five whole minutes of hide-and-seek, Kristen straightened up and huffed with frustration. They must be outside, she thought to herself, and walked briskly toward the back door of the building.

After pushing her way through the spring-loaded screen door on the back of the house and out onto the opposite side of the wrap-around porch on the back side of the house, Kristen leaned forward onto the railing and scanned the land surrounding her childhood home. The grassy fields had been bathed in amber light as the sun continued its procession towards the horizon. She didn’t see her parents, so she started a lap around the porch. She looked out at the outbuildings that dotted her parent’s property, including the old barn and horse paddock.

“Maybe they’re in there..” Kristen thought to herself before skipping down the nearest set of stairs and into the dirt. She set off towards the barn first, but was able to rule that out within moments of pulling the antique doors open. With only one option remaining, she started for the horse stables. She hadn’t been in her room in four years, but she hadn’t been in the company of the dozen-or-so equine beasts that her parents kept on the land for nearly seven. As she approached, she felt the toe of her sneaker hit the raised concrete slab that the building was built on. She stepped up onto it, crossed over to the front doors, and employed a mighty yank to pull them open along the upper rail. Her parents weren’t inside here, either, but she was not alone. As the light from the outside world pierced the dimness of the space inside, she saw about a dozen pair of enormous black eyes turn to stare at her. She smiled softly, all of the sudden remembering how much she used to love the feeling of being greeted that way when she was a girl. Soft nickering echoed throughout the structure as Kristen proceeded through the double-wide doorway.

“Hey, guys and girls..” Kristen mouthed as she looked around at all of the faces. Some were old, and some were new, but they all looked pleased to see her. She reached to the side of the door and flicked the switch to trigger a cascade of incandescent tube lights to flicker into life, one after the other, from one side of the paddock to the other. Kristen walked down the row of individual stalls that comprised each animal’s apartment until she felt slippery, wet and warm nose press into her exposed shoulder. She turned to face the adventurous beast and giggled.

“Hello to you, too,” she murmured, running a hand up one side of the gigantic Clydesdale’s nose, scratching him gently. The horse was kept on the right-hand side of the paddock, which she remembered from her equine aficionado days as meaning the horse was a ‘he’ – a stallion. The beast trotted forward toward the front of his enclosure, leaned out over the gate, and pressed his enormous muzzle into the side of Kristen’s neck.

“H– hey!” she giggled, pushing the curious beast away from her. The horse neighed playfully before trotting around, pirouetting about in the stall with a swish of his tail. That was when she saw something that made her gasp.

If you’re someone who grew up around horses, there are a couple things that you eventually just go sort of blind to. Horses are beautiful, immaculate creatures, but they’re farm animals all the same. Something that Kristen was blind to, up until this frozen, pregnant pause, was that the horse in front of her was packing a cock that drooped nearly all the way down to the hay on the bottom of his spacious enclosure. The horse cock was about as thick around as Kristen’s forearm and terminated in a bulbous tip that was thick and shaped like an overgrown flat-cap mushroom. She couldn’t bring herself to not look at it. She tried to tear her gaze away, but felt her tongue dribbling a trail of saliva that ran down off of her bottom lip and over her chin. Blushing, she rubbed the back of her hand along her chin to clear away the betraying drool before reminding herself to keep her mouth closed.

“Holy fuck.. It’s so big..” Kristen said to herself with her wide-eyed gaze still needing surgical intervention to be detached from the gargantuan horsedong that was dangling just feet from her.

“How have I never seen that before..” she internally monologued, “I was upstairs shoving sharpies in my ass and this fucking monster was here the whole time.. ?”

Kristen felt her hand reaching for the latch on the stall door, and watched her fingers act of their own accord. The iron rod of the door bolt came open smoothly, untethering the swinging gate from the post that kept it in place. She had stepped around the door and was about to cross into the personal space – and, most importantly, that fat horsey cock that the ebony stallion was dangling – when she heard the front doors to the paddock open wider.

Kristen spun on a heel to face the door she had came in and saw the beaming face of her mother half-sprinting towards her.

“Kristy!” her mother wailed, already sobbing into her daughter’s shoulder.

Kristen hugged her mother back, wrapping both of her arms around her tightly. She couldn’t resist craning her head around, though, to continue studying the intoxicating pipe that the muscle-bound beast was rocking. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do once she had gotten into the stall with the hung horse, but she knew, deep down, that she wasn’t going to be able to cap off this summer visit without finding out.

***

Pleasantries were made over dinner that evening. She filled in her parents and her little sister of all she had gotten up to over the last four years. Some info was new, some of it was old, but she spared them the details of her ‘party girl’ side. Her sister poked and prodded throughout the entirety of dinner trying to jab holes in Kristen’s veil that she held over the raunchier side of college – the side that Kristen knew all too well. She knew that girl was going to be up to no good when she packed off for the bright city lights, herself. Hopefully she’s smart enough to use protection, Kristen mused. One invading thought nagged at her the entire time around the family dinner table, however. She spent minutes at a time gazing down into her plate thinking about that juicy, thick, unbelievably massive horsecock that was penned up across the yard from her. She sat there at the table and hoped that her parents couldn’t read minds; if they had, they would see Kristen’s imagination dominated by images of their daughter getting filled to the breaking point by stallion schlong.

After the plates were cleared and the sun had sank below the horizon, it was time to head to bed for the evening. Like a well-mannered daughter, Kristen helped with the dishes before saying her ‘good nights’ and finding her way back up to the thirteen-year-old-Kristen time capsule that was her bedroom. She shut the door behind her, flicked the overhead light on, flopped onto the bed, and sighed. Her mind was still overwhelmed by thirty-second fragmented loops of the different positions she would take a pounding from that enthralling, 18-inch marebreaker. The wanna-be bitch-in-heat felt the heat between her legs precipitating the wetness underneath her panties. In spite of her instinct, she knew she was getting wet at the thought of being the breeding mare for that stallion waiting for her in the paddock.

After stripping her clothes off and wriggling her plump booty out of her dampened underwear, she changed into a slouchy pair of sweatpants and a loose-fitting tank top. She was going to stave off the intrusive thoughts by calling it a night. If she gave into the temptation of seeing ‘what could be,’ who knows what sort of path she was going to start down? Were all of those ‘horse girls’ she knew in high school addicted to the flavor of horsey spunk? She slipped under the handmade down-feather duvet comforter and curled up inside. After she studied the inside of her eyelids for a while, she would wake up the next morning and forever put to bed the thoughts of sneaking down the stairs, across the yard, and into the stables to see where her curiosity led her.

.. except, that’s not at all what was happening. Shutting her eyes let her imagination run rampant. She lusted after the thought of letting her curiosity get the better of her. Kristen knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stay in bed for another second. In fact, the only way she was going to get any sleep this summer would be to put her slippers on, cross the yard, and indulge whatever dark temptation she was harboring.

Halfway across the moonlit lawn to the horse paddock, Kristen felt her heartbeat quicken. The doors to the building grew closer with every step, and with every step did her heart rate jump up a couple beats per second.

“Holy shit, am I actually doin’ this?” Kristen thought to herself. “What is wrong with me..” she chided, but didn’t for a second consider deviating from her current course of action. Her mind was made up; she was going to sate her curious lust. She was going to feel that throbbing baseball bat of a horse cock using her gaping pussy like she were any of the other mares on the other side of the stables. She wasn’t going to fight the urge any longer – though, after about six hours of continuous fantasizing, she wasn’t sure she could describe that as “fighting it” per-say.

Just as she had earlier that day, Kristen guided the tracked paddock door along the rails and out of her way. She crossed over the threshold and made sure to shut the door tightly behind her. There was no to speak of on the inside, but it was late enough that everyone else would be asleep. Nothing to interrupt her this time. Kristen snapped on the lights inside of the paddock and was greeted with the familiar knickering and neighing that she was used to. She smiled, and approached the gated entrance to the stall where her curiosity had been stoked in the first place. The black-eyed stallion looked down at her and grunted something she couldn’t shake the feeling was a sort of lust-fueled horniness of his own.

Just like before, she undid the latch on the gate and pulled it open. Cautiously, Kristen stepped into the stall with the massive beast. She ran a hand up the side of his face and scratched through his coarse hair.

“Hey there..” she spoke softly, resting her cheek against his. She had heard stories of horses being able to tell when a heated partner was in the vicinity – something to do with pheromones in the air. Or maybe the animal could sense the arousal between her legs. Either way, when she knelt down to get closer than she had ever gotten before to the object of her day-long fantasy, she noticed that the equine stud had apparently ‘grown’ in anticipation of her as well. Instead of the flaccid, soft horse cock that had prompted off this debaucherous indulgence of a visit earlier that day, she was treated to the sight of a rock-hard, foot-and-a-half long and pulsating stallion shaft.

“Oh m’gawd..” Kristen murmured from on her knees underneath the heft of the beast’s belly. She inched up closer to it, close enough to feel the heat of the gargantuan horse dick radiate onto her face. She brought a trembling hand up underneath it and was only barely able to close her hand around the shaft. She gave the engorged member a playful stroke back and forth and heard the object of her horsefucking fantasies whinny softly. She reached up with the hand not grasping his swollen cock and stroked his side.

“Whoa there, guy.. whoa..” she breathed, calming the horse as best she could and calling upon her days as an amateur country girl jockey. “This is ‘gonna be good for both of us.” Kristen stroked her hand back and forth on the girthy meat that barely fit in her hand, and to her surprise, she felt it get somehow even harder than it was previously. Where the horsey member had been soft before, it was completely firm. Kristen blushed at the thought of getting the equine monster’s jollies off, but scooted closer to the monster cock he was packing. With her hand gently stroking him, she brought her mouth up next to the grapefruit-sized balls at the base of his pole and ran her tongue up along one of side of the dangling pair. She planted a messy kiss onto the stallion’s mighty nuts, swirling her tongue round and round on the sensitive skin while she was there. Parting her lips, Kristen was only barely able to suckle one of them into her mouth. With that horse cumfactory in between her lips, she knew she had made the right decision coming down here tonight. But there was something else she wanted even more than that, and that was going to mean she needed to spitshine the beast dangling underneath the beast she was underneath.

She slopped her mouth off of the nut in her gullet, and ran her slobbery tongue up along the slightly fuzzy folds of the equine nuts she was pleasuring. She guided her mouth along the base of the stallion’s pole, slid her tongue until the sheath of his cock ended and the fleshy mouthfeel of the dick she was spitshining began. Then, she was in familiar territory. Truth be told, she had been far from a ‘good girl’ in college. The notches on her belt for cock conquests were extensive. In the beginning, bringing a guy back to her dorm room for a romp under the covers was an exciting exercise in sluttiness. By the twelfth jock cock, it the ‘hunt’ had sort of lost its luster. This dick, though, brought all of that lewd pulse-quickening back to her. What she was doing felt wrong, but she was going to do it all the same. Maybe by the end of her summer stopover at home, she would think horse dick was passé.

Right now, though, as she neared the head of the horse’s cock that rivaled the width of an apple, horse dick was her addiction.

She slipped her parted lips around the head of the horse’s cock and did her best to apply the skillful sucking she had practiced in her college days. She bobbed her head back and forth and coped with the gentle stamping and thrusting of her horsey partner that came every so often. The addictive musk of horse schlong filling her nostrils, Kristen pushed a hand under the waistband of her sweats and began massaging slowly at her quivering snatch. She had to ‘pop!’ her mouth off from around the throbbing horse meat in order to let out an unrepressed moan after she plunged a pair of fingers into her aching pussy.

“Mm-fh!” she groaned, “.. you and me are ‘gonna be best friends this summer, fella..” she said while cradling the horse’s nutsack with both hands and painting on another layer of slobber onto the side of his intoxicating cock. If the ‘horse girls’ of her youth were the ones doing this, she hated them even more – they weren’t sharing. She felt her curiosity once again getting the better of her – though, this time, she didn’t have to hesitate in sating its appetite. She travelled up underneath the horse’s hind legs and up underneath his tail. She gingerly lifted it with one hand and drove her tongue up from behind the speckled pair of nuts she had been busy slobbering on. In college, she had grown addicted to the reactions she would get if she went for the rimjob – most guys loved them once they got them, but needed a little encouragement to try it. Curiosity rearing its head, Kristen wondered if her horsey play partner was any different. She didn’t waste a second – she dove in.

Kristen pushed her tongue into his warm asshole and back out, slathering his O-ring in a coating of her spit. Closing her eyes, she felt her tongue cross onto the wrinkled folds of her partner’s puckered butthole. Swirling her tongue the wrinkled brown eye, she quietly lapped away at the beast’s back door. She could hear him tap his feet against the ground, the faint ‘click, click’ of his hooves touching the hay-lined floor of the stall echoing throughout the building.

“That good, buddy?” she giggled as she heard the gentle beast neigh softly.

Kristen couldn’t stave it off any further. It was time for her to indulge the darkest of those fantasies she had spent the afternoon and early evening turning over in her mind: she wanted this nearly two-foot horsey dong plunged inside of her. Kristen moved with the quickness of a country girl eager to have her pussy pounded. She retrieved the crate from the corner of the stall, overturned it, and guided it up underneath the bulk of her new friend-with-benefits. Kristen wriggled out of her loose-fitting pajamas and lowered her back down onto the surface of the box. With hips straddling the strategically-placed horsey fuck aide, Kristen inched closed toward the horse dick that wiggled back-and-forth with every impatient stamp of the beast’s hooves.

“Almost there, pal.. your bitch in heat is almost there..” she said. She flushed red after she finished her horse-flavored dirty talk. “Am I really about to fuck a fucking horse? Oh my god..” Kristen mulled over. Once she felt the tip of the horse dick line up with the slippery entrance to her cunt, she knew the answer. Apparently, her fuckbuddy did too. The good thing about college boys was that they would do anything to please you – you were fucking them, after all. Horses, though? Kristen learned in an instant that horses are always the ones doing the fucking.

With one, mighty, hole-gaping thrust forward from the beast’s powerful hips, Kristen felt her pussy slam-packed with more cock than she even dared imagine. She felt her chest tighten up, like the wind had been knocked out of her. All she could do was raise her ankles up, dig them into the side of the beast, grasp at the rickety crate she was laying on, and bear it.

“H-HOLY– H- Holy fuck.. Oh my god, oh my god.. “ Kristen screamed as the meaty equivalent of a Louisville slugger impaled her. Not wasting a second, the great animal started pounding away at Kristen just like she were one of the mares on the other side of the building. For all intents and purposes, she was. Her pussy needed a lot of stretching to accommodate the same sheer mass of horse schlong that the average mare took, and it was going to get gaped that way whether or not Kristen was ready for it to, or not.

Those first few thrusts hurt. She wanted to scramble off the makeshift riser and never come back. By the sixth spine-shattering hump, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Okay.. “ Kristen breathed out in a stuttery exhale, getting used to the rhythm of the animalistic farmyard pounding she was getting. “Okay.. I can handle this.. Mmh..” The stallion was doing his best to bury himself all the way up in her guts, and was content on hollowing out her insides to get there. Every thrust shot up into her like his cock was going to supplant her backbone if she let him do it. The pain of the first few thrusts gave way into lightning strikes of pleasure with every one of the animal’s brisk rutting.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.. fucking pound me, pound this little horse-slut..” Kristen moaned while reaching up and grasping at the toned sides of the powerful beast’s body. She clung to the underside of the horny beast’s body and let her head relax back over the edge of the box. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her tongue dangled down out of her mouth in an incessant outpouring of ‘horse girl’ moans and shrieks as the beast used her.

Back and forth, she felt the equine monstercock ream out her pussy. The walls of her well-fucked hole quivered once he drew back from her and tensed up when he plunged back into her with the rampant onslaught of his dicking. Then, she felt him go for the gold. Using his entire hulking mass to drive his cock into her, her horsey friend buried his dick as deep as he could muster in his mare.

Kristen couldn’t even draw up a moan – her mouth was locked open in a silent expression of ecstasy while she felt the horse pump an unimaginable load of verile spunk into her gaped cunt. Gooey, gushing horse sperm flooded her insides, splattering the enough of his brand into her womb that she looked back later on and counted her lucky stars that she wouldn’t get a bun in her oven from a different species. She felt a rushing torrent of horse spunk flood out of what little gap there could be between his cock and her horsecock-sized hole. The fresh load that was pouring down into her from his balls ran down the side of the crate, oozing out over her otherwise untapped asshole and over her asscheeks.

“Mmh..” Kristen moaned, “.. that’s it.. fill your breeding bitch right up, big ‘fella..”

That was when she heard a soft ‘tap-tap-tap’ on a piece of wood near to her. She froze for a moment – though it’s not like she was going anywhere in her fresh-fucked state anyway – and listened. Another ‘tap-tap’ again, and now Kristen was unable to rule it out as a regular part of the barnyard soundscape.

“Don’t mind me, honey..” spoke the voice of Kristen’s mother.

Kristen’s eyes went wide, and a gasp escaped her mouth.

“No, it’s okay. Trust me, sweetie. In fact, you put on quite the show,” Karen said down to her obscured daughter still clinging to the underbelly of her mount. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, young lady, but I can’t blame you – in your circumstances.”

Kristen stayed quiet, listening intently to her mother’s words while the stallion’s rapidly softening cock finally shrunk enough to slide out of her gaped pussy. Uncorked, the stallion’s milky cum flooded out of her beaten-up snatch that was too stretched to prevent the warm gunk from leaking out of her.

“.. maybe you should’ve come home over the holidays after all, huh?” Karen intoned wryly.

“I’ve– “ Kristen began, catching her breath back, “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for, then.” She heard her mother laugh from her vantage point on the horse show.

“Good timing, too..” from her prone position, Kristen listened to her mother’s voice taper off into nothingness, then heard the gate latch lift once more. Pussy still oozing with a fresh deposit of horse babybatter, she layed there without moving a muscle – for that matter, she wasn’t certain she even could after the dicking she had gotten.

“You know, honey, it’s breeding season around here..” Karen murmured softly, and Kristen saw her drop into view, crouching down behind the sexually satisfied stallion. With a devilish intent playing behind her eyes, Kristen watched as her mother sunk two fingers into her gaped-open fuckhole without much resistance. Her bottom lip quivered momentarily before Kristen moaned softly and felt her mother’s fingers slide back out from her well-used pussy. Karen’s hand was slathered in second-hand horse cum, which, to Kristen’s surprise, her mother began lapping off of her gooey fingers and knuckles with a lustful stare right into her daughter’s eyes.

“.. so we’ll be able to use an extra pair of hands,” Karen finished, finally, while simultaneously polishing off the last dribble of horse cum-flavored paste from her hand and shooting a telling wink up at her new farmhand.

Kristen nibbled on her lip for a moment, and stroked the side of the beast who had just given her the ride of her life. She was going to have a lot of work to do this summer.

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