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There were few sorts of spaceship that Arky Del didn’t know like the back of her hand, but it turned out that she had over-estimated her knowledge of the M’na long-range starships. The ship had only been in flight a few hours when the pilot detected her presence and discovered her hiding place.

The M’na pilot was an imposing figure, a tall semi-reptilian figure whose skin shone like oiled metal under the ship’s lights. Humans had never been able to master his language, but apart from the occasional hissing sound the M’na spoke almost perfect English.

He looked down at Arky, who stood about 5’1″ in her socks, and said formally: “You are unauthorized on this (hiss) space craft. My rule book states I can leave you at any port of call I visit.”

“But…”

“You have no rights in this (hiss) matter.”

Arky bit her lip and said nothing. It was obviously no use going into the long involved story of how she had become separated from her ship out past the Semayan system boundaries. But she suspected that there was a “but” coming at the end of the alien pilot’s speech.

“But I have discretionary powers. It is possible that I could allow you to accompany me to our final destination on Turl Prime when we reach the Boldan system.”

Yes! Arky’s heart leapt. It would be easy to pick up a freighter from that system heading earthwards. She tried not to show any emotion, since she wasn’t sure how well individual aliens could read human faces. Instead she said in a calm voice “That would be a good thing for me. If it is not an inconvenience for you, I would be happy to travel with you.”

The pilot – his name was either Nelf or Nelth, she wasn’t sure which – looked at her, blinked once and said apparently as a matter of intellectual interest “The M’na always have two pilots on their ships. I am alone on this run.”

Arky looked at him suspiciously. “Yes, and…?”

“It would be useful to have another pair of hands. But also I am in need of companionship.”

“Oho!” thought Arky to herself. Now it all started to make sense. She just wasn’t used to being hit on by a horny truck-driver who looked like one of the lizard men in Flash Gordon.

Aloud she said, “I guess we’re not talking about tiddlywinks here, captain, are we?”

“Pardon?”

“Disregard. A cultural reference. I meant that I was inferring a more intimate relationship would exist between us.”

“Yes. This (hiss) would mean you would take the place of my mate for the three weeks it will take us to reach Turl Prime.”

“That’s ‘mate’ in a biological sense rather than a nautical one?”

“Correct.” He blinked at her again.

Arky sighed to herself. Her choice was either to be abandoned on some backwater planet or to submit to the attentions of a being that looked like the first Komodo Dragon to graduate from West Point. She didn’t have a lot of options here – she knew of too many people who’d strayed off the shipping lanes and had simply disappeared forever.

It wasn’t as though she’d never traded sex for an advantage before. When she’d first been marooned, she’d even taken a job in a Zalang brothel for a week. The Zalangs were like morose teddy bears and her sexual availability had been nothing more than a novelty – the local males had all visited her once, then gone back to their more compatible lady friends. But she suspected that mating with a M’na officer would have little in common with the frantic fumblings of a curious Zalang.

“All right,” she said at last. “You take me safely to Turl where I can get passage home, and I’ll be — accommodating. So long as you don’t want anything that harms me physically, I’ll do my best to play along. OK?”

He nodded, a gesture he had obviously learned from human space travelers. “You may (hiss) assist me on the flight deck by day. Our other business will be reserved for later.” He blinked for a moment, and then added, “On the flight deck I shall treat you as a I would a fellow M’na.”

Arky could see that the M’na were as proper and correct as she had heard they were. She almost expected an engraved invitation saying “The Captain requests the pleasure of your company in his bed at 1900 hours.”

By ship’s time it was still midday, regardless of what the clocks said on the planet they had just left. Nelth gave her some routine jobs to do on the flight deck, watching to make sure she was as competent as she claimed to be. Arky found the M’na way of doing things strange at first, but the basics of interstellar travel were fairly standard. Soon she and Nelth were working side by side at the control desk, although the co-pilot’s seat was hardly comfortable for human buttocks.

Nelth’s face was unreadable for a human, but he seemed to be happy enough with Arky’s work. The last couple of hours soon went round, and she heard with some surprise that the day’s work was completed. They ate in a small alcove off the habitat ring, Arky trying not to look at some of the ingredients in Nelth’s dinner while she munched her way through some bayan escort beşiktaş long-life human foodstuffs. When they finished eating, there was silence for a moment.

Finally Nelth rose and showed her to one of the vacant cabins in the habitat ring, which was equipped to handle travelers of all species. At least there’s a bed I can sleep on, thought Arky.

Bed. The word echoed in her head.

“I shall join you in thirty minutes,” said Nelth and discreetly withdrew while she stowed away the few possessions she had brought with her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands steepled under her chin. “Arky, Arky, how did you get yourself into this mess?” she muttered to herself. “I just hope I can go through with it, or he’ll probably throw me out of the air-lock.” She had no illusions about the male sex, and a frustrated male from another species wasn’t something she was eager to encounter.

She had changed into a light almost gossamer-thin robe that she’d found in the drawer next to the bed; back on Earth it would have sold for a small fortune, she suspected. Her small breasts and large nipples were visible through it, but she had no idea whether this would be a turn-on for a non-mammalian race. She looked up as she heard his even tread nearing her cabin.

“Come in,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Nelth sat on the bed next to her and nodded in a familiar way, as though they were old friends. “You are comfortable in these (hiss) quarters?” he asked and she grunted something. One of his large sleek hands was on her shoulder and she steeled herself for his embrace.

Then, quicker than it takes to tell, Nelth had pushed her over backwards and grabbed both her wrists. Before she realized what was on his mind, he had forced each wrists into a restraint point she had not noticed on the wall above the bed. She was effectively helpless.

“Stop it!” she screamed. “What are you doing? I told you I’d co-operate. Why are you doing this to me?”

His dark inhuman eyes looked down at her. “I have not done this (hiss) before, but I am told that some females injure themselves trying to resist. It is for your own safety.”

“Shit!” she screamed. “That’s all crap, you slimy bastard. Get off me!” She wrenched at the restraints, but they were as secure as they would have been in the mental ward of a human institution. “Let me go — NOW.”

Nelth waited patiently till she had finished abusing him, as though out of politeness, then he had straddled her and pushed the robe up around her waist. Arky muttered a stream of invective that probably went over his head, trying not to look at the truncheon-like male member that was now protruding from between his thighs.

He began to move forward against her. Arky had just time for one last emphatic remark about his parents’ sexual habits, then he pried her legs apart and began to enter her.

“You bastard – aaaaaaah!” groaned Arky. She could feel the large smooth head of his maleness pushing into her, then he pushed forward slowly but purposefully, trying to bury himself in her yielding flesh.

Arky felt as though it was going to come out the top of her head as he buried himself in her to his full length. The texture was strange, not like a human penis at all, and as he began to thrust in and out of her, she could feel something at the base of his maleness moving against her with each piston-like movement. It hurt. Oh, god did it hurt. She screamed for a couple of minutes, then as he started to pick up speed she passed out.

She woke alone, uncertain how much time had passed. Her arms were free, and the robe had been pulled down over her thighs again. She made her way hesitantly to the tiny bathroom, threw up violently and examined herself in the mirror. She was as white as a sheet and there were bruises on her thighs and wrists, but the only other sign of her ordeal was some dried lubricant around her genitals. Nelth either didn’t ejaculate like humans or he considered her unworthy of his sperm.

She ran a hand through her short regulation-cut blonde hair and gave a heartfelt sigh. “Girl, it’s going to be a long long three weeks.” She went to bed and finally fell into a restless sleep, troubled by half-remembered dreams and starts.

The next day Nelth greeted her with his usual cool formality. “You are not injured?” he asked and she shook her head. She was stiff and bruised, and her pussy felt like a virgin on her wedding night, but she had sustained no injuries. That was his only reference to the night before. They ate together, spent the afternoon balancing the flow of the Space Drive reactor, then shared another meal at the end of the shift.

Arky returned to her room without saying anything. It was useless to resist from a physical point of view, so she had no option but to honor her bargain despite her feelings on the matter. She changed and waited. Time passed and eventually she began to nod.

She awoke with a start and looked at her timepiece. The night eskort istanbul was half over and Nelth had not made an appearance. Had the experience so repulsed him that he could not bear to repeat it? Arky wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing – without the need to slake his alien lusts, did he really need her? She slept lightly, half-expecting to hear his steps outside her room. But there was nothing.

The next day he did not mention the matter. Nor the next. They worked together as colleagues during the day, then at night they parted. Arky was unsure of what this meant. Obviously she was of such a different species that to him she wasn’t “cute” or “gaminesque” or any of the other names that her boyfriends had used about her. But most males would have sex with a female of any sort, even if they had to put a bag over her head – at least that was what she had thought in her pessimistic moments.

The following day, their flight was interrupted by a call at an unmanned fuel station. The ship thundered down onto a dry planet whose sun was much too close for comfort, and Nelth hooked the vessel up to a galaxy-standard fuelling installation. “Want me to adjust the fuel valves?” she said, squinting in the bright sun. He nodded, but added as she turned to leave “Do not leave the path. It is unsafe.”

The fuel valves were perfectly adjusted already. She suspected they always would be on a M’na vessel. As she turned to walk back, her foot came down on a shiny stone and she lost her footing. There was a slope next to the path and she found herself rolling down it, helpless to stop. She started to cry for help, then saw what looked like a pond of stagnant water approaching and shut her mouth tightly. There was a muffled splash as though somebody had thrown a sack of grain into a giant vat of oatmeal, then silence.

A few minutes later, there were footsteps on the path. Nelth appeared, a handgun of some sort cradled in one enormous hand. “Arky?” he called. “Is everything in order?” (She would realize later that that was the first time he had spoken her name.) His head turned back and forth, his tongue flickering out questingly.

“Oh yeah, yeaaaah!” said Arky, her eyes glazed over. She could see Nelth from where she lay, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter very much. He stepped off the path and approached her with caution.

She was lying in the pond, with only her head and shoulders above the… Well, it wasn’t actually water, it was more like a very thick soup. She rocked back and forth gently as though in an ocean swell, and there was a strange smile on her face.

“Hiya Nelth. How’s tricks?” She giggled and was silent, the smile returning to her face.

“You have fallen. You will require assistance (hiss) to rise.”

“Whatever.”

“The pool contains a parasite that resembles the carnivorous plants of your world. It will keep you there till you are consumed, preventing your escape by feeding your body hormones and endorphins that keep you calm…”

“Oh yes, yes, YES!”

“…and sexually satisfied,” continued Nelth as though she had not spoken.

“Hmmm, you got that right, buddy,” she gasped, feeling yet another mini-orgasm ripple through her body. “Oooh my…”

“You require assistance” he hissed again, stooping over her. His big hands scooped her up like a child, the alien pond making no attempt to touch his sleek reptilian skin. Arky shuddered as he pulled her from the pond, then passed out again.

He padded methodically back to the ship, finalized the undocking procedures and placed her on her bed. It was the first time he had been there since the night she arrived. He stood for a moment watching her breathing, then sat on the bench and closed his eyes.

After an hour or so, Arky started awake with a scream and a wide-eyed expression. “I could have been DEAD” she gasped. “I was lying there and I didn’t want to get out. Not at all. I would have stayed there till I died and I wouldn’t have moved an inch.”

“It is not safe,” said Nelth placidly, nodding in agreement.

Arky looked down at herself, dressed in the shredded remnants of her underwear. “What happened to my overalls?” she said with a tremor in her voice.

“They were digested,” said Nelth.

“Ugh!” shuddered Arky and threw herself back on the bed, curling up in a tight ball and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the world around her and the disturbing images that crowded into her mind. After a few minutes she began to breathe slowly and evenly. Nelth watched her for another minute or two, then rose silently and left her to her troubled sleep.

The next morning, Arky emerged from her room hesitantly. They were now several light-years from their last stopover, she kept telling herself, trying to put her brush with death behind her. Nelth was not on the flight deck. She looked around the ship and found him in the maintenance area repairing a routing-enabler from the flux controller. He put down his tools and sat up, nodding politely to acknowledge escort fındıkzade her presence. “You are well?” he asked after a few seconds.

Arky grunted absent-mindedly, then sat down on the other side of the workbench facing him. There was a brief silence. “You saved my life,” she said at last. “I would have died in there.”

“Crew members have found it a dangerous place,” he said calmly.

Arky looked down at her hands then took a deep breath and looked up at Nelth’s shiny inhuman face. “Why didn’t you come to my room again after the first night?” she asked softly.

“The experience was… ” (and he hesitated for the first time since she’d met him) “…troubling.” His big hands flexed involuntarily as he struggled to put the next sentence together. “I felt that I had… dishonored my clan by my actions. It was unworthy of an officer of my race’s space service.”

“You’d never done that before, had you?” she asked quietly.

“No.” His tongue flicked out thoughtfully. “I had been apart from my mate for some time, and when I saw you I thought…” His voice trailed off.

“How long is ‘some time’?”

“Seven months (hiss) in your reckoning.”

“Seven months? I’ll bet even the sheep were starting to look good.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing. A cultural reference. It implies that you were influenced by your prolonged denial of your sexual urges.”

“You may be correct,” he said softly and inclined his head, gazing unseeingly at the bench. The only sound in the room was the distant humming of the ship’s drive and the sigh of the life-support system.

“Nelth,” she said at last, and he raised his head. “I can’t forgive you for what you did to me, but I can understand there were reasons. And you did save my life.” She reached out touched his massive hands with their thick smooth fingers. “I’ll try not to think about it anymore. Neither should you. Let’s put it behind us and try to start again. All right with you?”

He hissed to himself, as though searching for some appropriate phrase in English. “You shame me. In other places you would be entitled to seek vengeance against me for my deeds.”

“Well, I can’t see myself taking to you with a cat of nine tails. I think my arm would get tired before it hurt you! But there’s still the matter of the agreement we made.”

“That is void, of course (hiss).”

“Yeah, well maybe in the original. But you’re still not a happy camper while you’re out here on your own. Maybe there’s something we could work out.”

“Your meaning is unclear.”

“Those big paws of yours may be adequate for construction and in battle, but they don’t look any use for jerking off. Now if you look at my pink little hands with their long supple fingers and soft smooth skin…” She wiggled her fingers at him. Was it her imagination or did Nelth move slightly in his seat, and did his eyes gleam a little? “… I think you get the idea. There are other ways to relieve the tension.” She rose from the seat and walked around the workbench.

Nelth blinked wordlessly at her as she approached. She looked down and found her suspicions were correct. The alien pilot was becoming aroused by her invitation. “You must be really tense,” she said softly and slid into the seat next to him. Her left hand brushed against his thigh, and his tongue flicked out again as he shifted restlessly. “Really, really tense,” she murmured. Her hand moved across his lap and closed around a piece of masculinity that would have been the envy of any human male.

“There is… I am… I do not…”

“It’s all right. Let Arky help you.” She began to stroke up and down, her fingers just closing around his maleness as it reached full erection. “My, you are a big boy.” She watched fascinated as the alien penis began to develop what looked like gooseflesh to her untrained eyes. After a few more strokes, the goosebumps began to secrete some sort of natural lubricant and her hand became slick as she ran it up and down his male organ. “Hmmmm, self-lubricating eh? Your mate must save a lot on KY Jelly.”

Nelth did not reply. His massive hands closed around the edge of the workbench and for a moment Arky was afraid he was going to leave finger marks in the metal. His cock was like steel under Arky’s grasp, a cylinder of sleek slippery metal that twitched and throbbed as she worked her hand back and forth. What’s going to happen when he comes, she thought to herself. She was thankful that it was pointed away from her, because going on his reaction it could be pretty spectacular when he reached the moment of crisis.

“Whoa, what’s THIS?” she said in surprise. As Nelth began to tremble, the base of his penis began to unfold like a flower. Before Arky’s startled gaze, a delicate frill began to stand up, quivering slightly as it filled with blood. “Ohhh,” she sighed as she began to understand its purpose. “Lucky girls! A built-in sex aid to make sure your wife has a climax every time you do. Very civilized!” Nelth was in no state to discourse on the urogenital anatomy of his race. His hands were locked around the edge of the workbench, and he had started to rise slightly from his sitting position as Arky’s hand worked faster and faster. His tongue flicked out again and again, perhaps seeking the pheromones of his partner.

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Jack had been tinkering with the collar for a couple of days, testing it on both Ava and Abby, but it was slow going. It did seem to improve his affinity with the collar using it more on them, but only a little. For example, Ava could now change her whole face to look like someone else at once, but couldn’t change more of her body at the same time. Jack was growing frustrated with how slow the progress was and Abby seemed to notice.

“Hey, can I take control of Ava for a bit?” She asked.

“Why?”

“I have an idea, it’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like it,” Abby replied with a sweet smile. Jack looked at her for a moment trying to figure out what she was planning, but eventually gave up and said yes. He made sure Ava would follow all commands Abby gave her as his own, while still protecting himself from any chance of them turning on him. He loved them both dearly, but he couldn’t risk it.

Abby took Ava upstairs and into the spare bedroom, which had now become Abby’s bedroom. Although she never actually slept in there, it was just full of her stuff. Jack waited downstairs for almost an hour and was about to go and check on them when Abby appeared in the doorway.

“What do you think?” She asked, gesturing to her outfit. He looked her over and felt his cock stir as he looked at her. It wasn’t that it was a very revealing or sexy outfit, but it was typical Abby outfit, which to Jack looked incredible. She was wearing fishnet stockings with shorts so small they were almost hot pants, a vest top that showed off generous amounts of cleavage and one of her heavy chokers. He’d seen her in similar outfits before on a way to a gig or a concert. Her make-up was done flawlessly, with long winged eyeliner. She was unbelievably beautiful.

“You look great, are you going somewhere?” Jack asked.

“How about right here?” Abby asked, climbing onto the sofa and straddling Jack. She wrapped her arms across his shoulders and around the back of his neck before kissing him passionately. Jack didn’t question it, he just kissed her back as she pressed her body closer to his. Abby gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and began to lift, breaking the kiss to lift it over his head.

“Where’s Ava?” Jack asked in the momentary reprieve, but Abby ignored him and kissed him again. She began to grind her hips against him, causing his cock to harden. She grinned as she felt it pressing against her through the material of his pants.

“Look who’s come to play,” she teased as she climbed off him and sank to her knees. She grabbed his belt buckle and undid his pants, pulling them down. Jack lifted his hips so she could remove his pants and boxers, freeing his erect cock. Abby looked at it with a smile before reaching forward and grabbing it. She gently stroked it as she aimed it towards her and engulfed the head in her mouth. Jack groaned as her slick tongue glided around the underside of the swollen gland.

“Oh Abby…” He groaned.

“Yes?” Abby asked from the doorway. Jack’s eyes shot open and he looked over to see Abby standing grinning at him. He looked down to also see Abby kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.

“What the fuck?”

“What? Aren’t you enjoying me sucking your cock?” Abby asked from the doorway. It took a moment for Jack to realise that they’d somehow used the collar to make Ava looked like Abby.

“How?”

“Lots of small changes, it seems to have worked,” Abby replied. Jack looked at her neck and saw a thick choker, like the one the Abby between his legs was wearing. They’d purposefully done it to cover up the collar so Jack had no idea which was the real Abby.

Jack watched as Abby walked from the doorway and pulled the other Abby from between his legs. They stood next to each other and smiled at Jack. He looked at them trying to find any difference, but they were completely identical, even their clothing was the same. His cock twitched in excitement.

“Does someone like the idea of fucking twins?” One of the Abby’s asked. Before Jack could reply, she grabbed the other Abby and they began kissing passionately. It was the hottest thing Jack had ever seen as he saw their tongues fighting one another for dominance. They began undressing each other, first removing their tops before each taking turns to remove the others shorts.

They went back beşiktaş escort bayan to kissing, only wearing their fishnet stockings, while grabbing and groping each other’s breasts and ass. Jack watched their hands roaming each other’s bodies as he stroked his cock. He couldn’t believe how hot this was. One of the Abby’s broke the kiss and began kissing down the others neck. They moved along their collarbone before moving down to their chest and taking a nipple into their mouth, causing the other Abby to gasp in delight.

“Do you like watching my sister suck on my nipple?” The Abby still standing up asked, playing into the idea they were twins. She grinned at Jack as his cock swelled at the thought.

“Yes,” Jack groaned as he watched the other Abby move to the other breast and lick and suck its nipple.

“Mmmm, Annie!” The standing Abby groaned. Jack was confused for a second before realising she was calling the other Abby, Annie. It made sense if they were twins, they might look the same, but they’d not share the same name.

“Annie? I like that,” Annie replied, kissing down Abby’s stomach. She made her way downwards, kissing gently as she moved over Abby’s smooth mound. Abby groaned as Annie finally reached between her legs and licked along her wet slit.

“Close your eyes,” Abby told Jack. He did as he was told and he heard some shuffling in front of him. “Now, when you open them, tell us who is Abby and who is Annie.”

Jack opened his eyes and looked down at the two women. He momentarily forgot what he was meant to be doing as he took in the scene. They had moved into the sixty-nine position and both had their heads between the others legs hungrily licking at each other’s cunts. Jack just watched for a minute until the one underneath looked at him and stopped licking.

“So, who is who?” She asked before returning to her task of pleasure her twins pussy.

“Ermmm, are you Annie?” Jack asked, uncertain. She just winked at him and continued pleasuring the pussy in front of her. Jack was incredibly horny and felt left out. He got up off the sofa and moved behind the woman on top.

“Well, that makes you Abby, I’m going to fuck you,” Jack told her.

“Finally!” The woman replied, wiggling her butt a little as invitation. Jack grabbed his cock and lined up with her incredibly wet entrance before pressing in. She was soaked and his cock slid in to the hilt easily. Annie leaned up and licked his balls that hung by her face before suddenly moaning as Abby sucked hard on her clit.

Jack began to thrust into Abby hard and fast, he was so turned on and they’d teased him so much he couldn’t help himself. She moaned loudly as he began to pleasure her insides with his rock-hard member. Annie was also moaning between his legs which just turned him on more. He thrust into Abby for a few moments, enjoying how wet and tight she was when he had an idea. Suddenly he pulled out of Abby and grabbed his cock, pointing it downwards as he moved his hips.

Annie was laid underneath the pair moaning as she watched Jack pull out. She wondered what he was doing for a moment until she saw his cock coming towards her. Opening her mouth, she accepted his solid meat as he pushed into her mouth. She could taste Abby on his cock and the sensation of him fucking her mouth while Abby licked her clit sent her over the edge. She moaned loudly as her body shuddered, her orgasm gentle but incredible all the same. Jack continued to thrust into her mouth until her orgasm subsided and then he pulled out.

“Let’s change position, I want to see you licking your sister’s cunt,” Jack told Annie. Annie slid out from underneath the two and the women swapped places. Annie kneeled in front of Jack while Abby lay down in front of her with her legs spread. Jack slid his cock into Annie who was just as wet as Abby had been, while Annie began to lick Abby’s pussy enthusiastically.

He began to thrust into Annie, marvelling at how even her pussy felt the exact same as Abby’s. He drew back his hand and slapped her ass hard, causing Annie to groan in pain and pleasure. It didn’t really tell him much about whether it she was the real Abby, since both women enjoyed being spanked. He heard Abby’s moans growing more frequent and picked up his own pace, pounding into Annie hard and fast. escort istanbul She groaned at the sudden pounding, gripping Abby’s thighs tightly while she continued to diligently pleasure the cunt in front of her.

Abby was the first to cum, gripping Annie’s hair as she pulled her face into her pussy. Annie continued to kiss and lick, assaulting Abby’s clitoris as she pushed her into orgasm. Abby moaned loudly and shuddered just as Annie had done as she rode out her orgasm. She pushed Annie’s head away as the pleasure became too much and lay back enjoying the post orgasm bliss.

Jack stopped watching and returned his attentions to Annie, he wanted to cum badly and felt his orgasm approaching. He slammed into her hard and fast as she began to cry out in pleasure. She shook violently beneath him, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she came hard around his cock.

“That’s it, fuck my sisters tight little pussy. Look how much she loves your cock,” Abby purred as she watched them fuck. Jack groaned at hearing her talk about her sister, he’d never fantasized about fucking twins before, but now he was experiencing it, he definitely wanted to repeat it.

The thought was too much and he felt his orgasm approaching. He quickly pulled out of Annie and shuffled towards Abby. The two women seemed to know what he wanted and they moved together, Annie moving between Abby’s lets and learning back, resting her head on Abby’s breasts. Jack stood over them as they both looked up at him and stuck their tongues out.

The sight of two beautiful identical twins waiting for his cum almost made him explode as his cock launched a huge load into the air. It rained down, landing across Abby’s breasts and Annie’s forehead. He stroked his cock fast, pumping load after load over the two women. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and his legs felt like jelly as the volume of cum erupting from his cock began to lessen.

He looked down at the two women, both of their faces and chests were coated in his cum. Jack wasn’t sure he’d ever cum that much before. The two women began to move and look at each other before kissing. They then took turns licking across each other’s faces and bodies, scooping up the sticky fluid with their tongues, occasionally kissing and sharing it before swallowing. They continued this until both of them were perfectly clean and they turned to look at Jack and grinned. Jack just looked at them in disbelief, his cock already starting to harden after watching what they had just done.

“So, which of us is the real Abby?” One of them asked. He’d lost track of which was supposed to be Abby and which was supposed to be Annie. He looked at them, but had no idea who was who.

“I don’t know,” Jack answered honestly. One of the Abby’s took hold of the other and guided her towards Jack’s once again hard cock. She opened her mouth and accepted it, sucking it gently as the other Abby backed away. Jack groaned as she sucked his sensitive cock and he watched the other Abby sit back and reach up to her choker. She undid it, removing it and revealing her bare neck.

“I’m Abby,” she smiled as she threw the choker to one side and reached down between her legs. “Now let me watched you fuck my sisters throat.”

Jack looked down at Ava, who was looking up at him with Abby’s face and eager eyes. It seems they had planned this. He reached down and gripped her hair as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. She held onto his thighs as his cock traversed her tongue to the back of her mouth. He didn’t stop and he pushed into her throat, which she eagerly accepted. Abby had commanded her to not have a gag reflex, although it wasn’t really required since Ava could deepthroat anyway.

Jack began to thrust back and forth in Ava’s throat as Abby stroked up and down the length of her pussy, running a finger between her folds and gasping slightly. Something about watching a copy of her body being throat fucked turned her on a lot.

“Look how easily my sister swallows your cock,” Abby purred. She knew Jack was enjoying the whole twin idea and decided to play into it as much as she could. “What would our mother say if she knew that both of her daughters were sluts for the same guy?”

Jack groaned as he repeatedly buried his cock to the hilt inside Ava’s throat. Listening to Abby talking etiler bayan escort was really doing it for him. Despite having just cum moments earlier, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Ava’s eyes were watering as she struggled to breath. Jack pulled out and gave her a moment to take a couple of deep breaths before pushing back in.

“That’s it, choke my sister with your huge cock! She loves how it feels filling her throat,” Abby encouraged. She was rubbing her clit forcefully, it wasn’t just Jack that was getting worked up by the twin thing. She moaned loudly and rubbed her clit in quick circles, pressing firmly as the pleasure built.

“I’m gonna cum!” Jack groaned.

“Yes, fill her stomach with your cum!” Abby groaned. She watched as Jack thrust one last time and held himself deep in Ava’s throat. She could see his balls twitching as the pumped load after load into her. Abby found it so hot that she couldn’t help but reach her own orgasm, moaning loudly and clutched at the carpet as her legs twitched. She planted her feet and lifted her hips, rubbing her clit until she couldn’t take anymore pleasure. Suddenly collapsing, she rolled onto her side as she twitched in aftershocks of pleasure.

By the time she looked back up, Jack had pulled out of Ava’s throat and she was now gently licking and sucking his cock clean as it deflated in her mouth. Abby slowly got to her feet, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was fun!” She announced.

“I thought I was the one that was meant to enjoy that, but you looked like you had as much fun as I did,” Jack laughed.

“I enjoyed it too, being Abby is fun,” Ava chimed in.

“So, what commands did you give her?” Jack asked.

“Well first we went over every body part changing each one. It took ages because of the limits of how much you could do at once. For example, a face is fine, but a foot is not. We had to do the toes individually before doing the foot, then ankle and then legs. It was strange and slow, but we got there,” Abby explained as Jack looked down at their feet. They did indeed match perfectly.

“Then I commanded her to act like me, which seemed to work quite well, she even did her make up identical to mine first time. Finally, I told her to forget which one of us was the real Abby until I said the words that was fun.”

“Wait, so you had no memory of being Ava?” Jack asked, looking down at Ava.

“No, it was strange. I knew that one of us had been transformed and that one of us was Ava, but I had no idea which was which. I seemed to forget anything from my past that could indicate which one of us was the real one. When I tried to think about it, it was all blurry, like the memories were there, but I wasn’t allowed to access them.”

“That seems terrifying honestly,” Jack muttered.

“I think under normal circumstances, yes it would have been, but with the command in place, it just made sense that I wouldn’t be able to remember.”

“Interesting. I didn’t know the collar was capable of something like that.”

“It seems it’s capable of a lot more than we thought,” Abby agreed.

“Let’s try and stay away from commands that change people’s memories for a while or at least make it not reliant on a key word or phrase being spoken. Imagine if some freak accident had made you unable to speak and Ava forgot who was the real Abby forever,” Jack warned.

“True, I hadn’t thought about that. What about if next time we just use until the collar comes off, since that happens after twelve hours no matter what?” Abby suggested.

“Good, that’ll work,” Jack agreed. The idea of being able to temporarily make someone believe that were someone else was appealing to him.

“Speaking of the collar coming off, I should probably take Ava and change her back before it does so, otherwise she’ll be stuck looking like me,” Abby pointed out. Jack looked at them both one at a time before smiling.

“Leave her like that for now, I like it,” he told them. Abby grinned widely, she both liked the idea of Ava looking like her and the fact that Jack thought she was hot enough he wanted two of her to look at.

“In that case, I’m going for a shower, care to join me, Abby?” Abby asked, looking at Ava.

“I’d love to Abby,” Ava replied.

“Want to join us?” Abby asked Jack. He waved them off, as much as he’d love to see them together all wet and soapy, his cock was sore and needed a rest. He decided he’d get a shower by himself. The two girls stood and walked out of the room as Jack watched their identical asses. He smiled to himself, life was good, but he wanted to make it better.

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Content warning: This chapter contains magical coercion, and humiliation.

Laurelai was practically shivering with need as the two succubi began to towel her dry. They pretended that she was shivering from the cold, and offered soothing noises, but even if they were somehow ignorant of the lust that was radiating from her like a heat mirage, the pink throbbing light of her lewd crest was impossible to miss. It was all she could do not to touch herself in front of the demons.

Once she was dry Ursona sat her down and began to do something to her that she never thought she’d have to endure: she started applying makeup. Rouge. Eyeshadow. Lipstick. Each new layer of cosmetic altered Laurelai’s face from one she barely recognized, to one that she’d never seen before. She had only barely come to grips with the fact that her body had been transformed into a woman’s, that her halo was gone, and that her wings were stained black like the night, and now the face she’d had for a week was replaced by someone else’s through a mundane layer of artistry that was every bit as effective as magic.

“There she is,” Ursona murmured as she put on the finishing touches while Temona started to do something with Laurelai’s hair. “I knew that underneath all that shame was a beauty worthy of sitting at our master’s table.” Laurelai understood that the woman she was looking at was beautiful by anyone’s definition. It was obvious. The only thing she had trouble accepting was that the woman in the mirror was her, and that feeling only got worse when they brought out the outfit they intended on dressing her in.

It was a mockery of the clean white toga she’d worn for so long. Instead of simply and cleanly covering the body without vanity though, this outfit was almost as lewd as either of the succubi’s outfits. A top composed of strings of black pearls were used to form a crude bra that didn’t even manage to cover her nipples while they held up her breasts and made them look even more lascivious. Over the top of that, long thin strands of black cloth were wrapped around her upper and lower body. The result was something that might be confused for a toga if she stood completely still, but as soon as she did anything the outfit moved, causing dozens of slits to appear that anyone could glimpse her body through.

“This is worse than being naked,” she murmured, studying herself in the mirror. She’d literally become the inversion of everything she’d once been. It was impossible to ignore that. From her black wings and painted face, to her jiggling breasts and aching sex, she was every inch the whore the demon lord wanted her to be.

“I know,” Temona whispered conspiratorially, “Isn’t it great?” The angel shivered at her words. It was great. That’s what frightened her so much. The combination of beauty and desire was utterly intoxicating, and in the same way that it was a perfect mirror to who she’d been only days ago, it beşiktaş eskort was an impossible contrast to the treatment she’d endured in hell so far. Until this moment everything about sexuality that she’d experienced had been raw and brutal… but tonight’s treatment at the hands of the succubi, and the shredded silk they’d dressed her in was anything but.

Thraxusius was trying to tempt her. To claim her soul with trinkets the same way he’d claimed her body with lust, but she wouldn’t let him. She’d been tricked into behaving for a single night, but after that she’d drop this fancy dress and happily return to her usual outfit of nudity and defiance.

The succubi spent the next half an hour doing her hair until it shone like spun gold, while they showered her with compliments that made Laurelai squirm uncomfortably. After that Chimara returned. “Our Lord will be pleased that your beauty will light his table.” she said with a slight bow. “He asked me to bring you this to complete the outfit.”

Laurelai was surprised that even the succubus had gotten dressed up, for the occasion. She’d chosen to wear a suit rather than a dress of course, but perhaps that was more appropriate for whatever role she filled for Lord Bel, but the angel still found it odd. As odd as a woman wearing mens clothes might be it wasn’t as strange as the piece of jewelry that the Succubus offered her: a necklace of black diamonds and cut obsidian, with no visible clasp to open it.

“Thank you?” Laurelai said, unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do with it, “But I don’t think I need a necklace.”

“Necklace? No – that would distract from the pearls you’re already wearing. This is a special piece of Jewelry just for you. Chimara took it back, and then gingerly lifted it above the angel where it simply hung there, even after the demoness let go.

For a moment Laurelai was confused, but a quick look in the mirror and it suddenly all made sense. This was one more painful jab at how far she had fallen. It was a dark joke that only further highlighted the loss of her halo. Where once she had a ring of light radiating outward as a symbol of divine glory, she now had a sparkling black band floating above her head. It was tragic, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it, because no sooner was it in place than the succubus was dragging her from the dressing room she’d spent the last few hours in, back towards what she assumed was the banquet hall.

“Come along darling,” Chimara cooed, “It won’t do to be late on your big day after all” escorted her downstairs to wherever this banquet was being held.

“Big day?” Laurelai asked, feeling more vulnerable now that every step practically made her outfit fall apart than she had when she’d first walked through the halls naked earlier in the day.

“Of course,” the demoness answered. “Today is the day that Lord Bel shows off his prize to the istanbul escortları other greater demon’s he’s allied with for the coming war.” The idea of being shown off made Laurelai blush, but she swallowed hard and tried to maintain her composure. She refused to look ashamed or afraid in front of an assemblage of such demons.

Assemblage was the right word for it too. As two brawny beast men opened the huge bronze doors to reveal what had to be the largest room in the fortress. Though not quite as elegant as the upper floors, it was still almost lovely, in a severe and martial sort of way. A large circular table dominated the center of the room, and torn banners and broken weapons that had to be trophies of war decorated the walls. The table was shaped like a large O, with a hollow center, and was large enough for at least thirty people to sit around the outside, while servants came and went along the inner ring so as not to disturb their betters.

The hall was crowded with demons. Most of them were seated around the table, but there were a few small knots still speaking to each other. The room stank of evil to Laurelai, but she could do nothing for it. The threat of agony dangled over her head in a way that was almost as real as the false halo that was literally floating above her. All of the conversations ceased as the greater demons and arch demons slowly took notice of her. “There she is,” Thraxusius himself announced in his deep voice once the room had gone almost completely silent. “May I present to you, my own pet angel, the Lady Laurelai. By now you’d all heard the rumors, but I think you’ll all agree that seeing her in the flesh is infinitely more satisfying.”

She almost flinched at the word ‘Lady,’ but managed to restrain herself. She kept her expression bland and featureless as she walked in the room, determined not to show weakness in front of all the hungry eyes that roamed her body with every step she took.

“Come here pet,” Lord Bel rumbled, “You simply must eat before the entertainment begins.” Not for the first time she considered running from here as far and as fast as she could, but it only took a flicker of the idea to cross her mind before she could feel the cold chill of pain shoot through her body, and the only way she could relieve it was to start doing as she was told and walk towards her master. That was fine. For once she welcomed the pain. It distracted her from the feelings that all the eyes on her were stirring up. She’d been desperately horny since her bath, and the feeling of being eye-fucked by a room full of demons was making her nipples visibly hard and her pussy wet with need.

Laurelai focused her attention on Lord Bel, doing her best to tune out the panoply of monstrosities that filled the room. Like everyone else he was looking his best. His crown of horns had been sharpened and polished to fine, gleaming points, and the escort fatih jet black armor that he wore contrasted with his crimson skin in a way that would have been almost handsome if he weren’t so monstrous. It was only when she got close that she noticed the most monstrous detail of all though: his cloak was trimmed in angel feathers. No doubt that was a trophy worth showing off in the pits, but Laurelai knew that he’d worn it just for her, and it made her sick.

“You look positively radiant tonight,” he said as she sat in the indicated seat at his left. She wanted to tell him exactly what she thought of him, as he laid his hand posessively on her right thigh, but decided that she would enjoy telling him just how awful he was more once this terrible geas had worn off, so she said nothing, and just sat there glaring straight ahead.

Neither her glare nor her lack of need to eat or drink stopped the servants from serving her though. Soon her plate was overflowing with tender morsels of grilled loin and braised vegetables. It looked and smelled delicious, but she dared not eat it. The Goddess only knew what demons butchered for special occasions. That decision did nothing to stop her mouth from watering though. In all her years serving creation Laurelai had never eaten or drunk anything. She’d never wanted to, so it hadn’t been a temptation, but now it was. She’d already committed any number of terrible sins, so what would one more little one like eating really be on her already stained soul.

After a few minutes of silently sitting there, Lord Bel said, “You can try it if you want. It won’t hurt you.”

“It’s not my pain that I’m concerned about,” Laurelai answered coldly.

Lord Bel let out a low rumbling laugh at that. “Very well angel, if it will make you feel better I swear on my true name that no sentient being is currently being served at this banquet. What you have in front of you is pork, not man flesh.” Laurelai shivered at the word currently, but said nothing as the temptation slowly grew. She managed to avoid eating any of her meal, but did eventually try a sip of the dark red wine in front of her while Thraxusius droned on and on to different guests about this battle or that alliance. Its taste was sour, which surprised her because she’d been expecting it to be sweet, but minutes later she could feel the slight edge of euphoria begin to creep up inside her.

She wasn’t meant to be a part of the conversation here, and no one tried to talk to her. She was a trophy as much as anything on the walls. The demon lord regularly bragged to the assembled demons that after the battles to come, any ally of his could find out just how good angel pussy felt, like the rest of his dark army. The comments were humiliating, and Laurelai tried to tune them out by drinking more wine, but that quickly proved to be a mistake. As her inhibitions unraveled, she found the stares and leers at her barely covered breasts to have more of an effect on her, rather than muting them as she’d hoped.

Then at a signal from Lord Bel, the lights dimmed, and he stood. “Now that dinner is over, and you’ve all eaten your fill, I thought you might feast your eyes on a little something for dessert.”

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In Part 11…

The four survivors Jim and Caroline met in Durden turned out to be the survivors of a soccer team who had been travelling home to Ohio on the First Day. And although they enjoyed the comfort and safety of the house, they decided to continue their journey home.

As work progressed on research and making improvements to the house, Jim was perturbed by his second sexual encounter with Caroline. But with a little help from Simone and Chloe, any misgivings either of them may have had were were and truly resolved with an explosive third.

***

It’s the End of the World as Jim Knows it.

Part 12 – “I don’t know if I really like the term fuck buddies”

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Hey there, been a while.

*Hey Jim. Yeah, I’ve been feeling pretty shitty the last couple weeks.

How bout now?

*Better I guess. Mornings are still pretty rough, but I’m OK.

I guess we spoke too soon before, huh? Well, it’s good to see you Dani, I missed you.

*Me too. So how’s the ankle?

Much better actually, no crutches or anything anymore. I was talking to Lou about maybe setting out after the scouts, they’re not outside the boundary yet, I could still catch them.

*…… Oh……

Come on D…

*I really don’t want to talk about this Jim.

Right… yeah… sorry…

*Let’s just… let’s just keeping going, OK?

OK, yeah, sure… where were we? The picnic, right? Right.

So I guess the next few weeks after that, after the picnic I mean, kind of ran into each other a little bit. Mostly on account of us being so busy.

Simone and Chloe had made a pretty good plan from their days at the yard and we started using some of the heavy machinery to move materials back to the house. There was a tractor with a long trailer and forklifts for moving the stuff onto it. So the fence was coming along pretty nicely.

Actually, Simone and Chloe did most of the work on the fence. Caroline and I helped out obviously, when they needed us, but we were working on another project. The yard and Chloe’s house also had some electrical infrastructure so we started to remove it and retrofit it into the house, another couple of battery modules and plenty more solar panels. We all agreed it was a good idea to have a more constant supply and that, if we did start to grow food, it would be helpful it we could set up some cold storage. And for that we’d need more power.

So anyway, like I said, things were coming along. And we were pretty settled. Caroline and I were spending occasional nights or… sometimes days together, and having a lot of fun and if anything I felt even closer to Simone and to Chloe too.

From the day they’d left us, it was four weeks almost to the minute when the girls from Ohio came back.

We had all of the posts for the fence installed by then. We used the biggest ones Chloe’s dad’s yard had, twelve feet long. We buried them four feet into the ground leaving us an eight foot fence. The idea was that we’d install rails one under the other for a solid wall. Caroline and I were helping Chloe and Simone with installing the rails when we heard the noise.

I think if it had been the RV we found them in the first time we would have recognized it pretty fast but, at first, it was just an engine noise so we didn’t immediately assume it was them. Caroline had insisted that, even though we were so close to the house, we always keep at least one rifle with us so as soon as we heard the engine, she picked it up and handed it to me. She ran to the house and came back with three more.

From where we were, we couldn’t really see the road. Even though the land naturally sloped down in that direction, with the trees and all, we couldn’t see who or what it was until they turned into the drive.

And like I said, if it had been the RV coming up, we would have taken an immediate sigh of relief, but it was some dark colored SUV we didn’t recognize.

“Cover,” Caroline said and we all knew what she meant. We’d continued training and drilling with her and, coupled with our experiences with red-eyes, we’d learned to take every threat deadly seriously. We spread ourselves out a little and took cover behind the posts and rails already installed and took aim at this strange car.

I’m not sure if they saw us aiming at them but they pulled up pretty short of us and when we saw Lola get out and wave we definitely did take that sigh of relief.

And like when they’d left, there was a lot of hugging. I don’t know, like I said before, maybe it was a little weird to feel so connected to people who we’d only known for little more than a day but… well… I guess that feeling of connection to people, any people, just by virtue of the fact that they’re alive, that just didn’t exist before the First Day but is so much a part of life for everyone now was starting to take hold.

With all the elation of seeing them again, it actually took a minute for us to realize that there were only three of them.

“Where’s… escort beşiktaş where’s Alex…” I said, and immediately regretted it. Where do you think she fucking was? It was a really fucking stupid thing to say.

Louise and Lola looked to each other and I could see tears form in Lola’s eyes. Fiona was on the ground with Jerry.

“I’m sorry,” I said. What else could I say?

So we were all a little more somber when we moved up to the house. After the initial joy at seeing them and then my stupid question, it took a minute or two to notice that they looked terrible. They were thin without being worryingly so, but I knew they definitely needed a good meal. Quite a few good meals actually. They’re clothes were ragged and dirty and they looked totally exhausted. If anything, I think they were in worse shape than when we’d first found them.

Chloe and Simone brought them upstairs to clean up and Caroline and I started on dinner.

We’d made a couple more runs to Durden since they’d been with us before and we’d been able to visit a few more stores so we actually had a much better stocked wardrobe for them when they were done showering.

It was kind of strangely quiet when they came down and we starting eating together. I think from our point of view, Chloe, Simone, Caroline and I that is, we really didn’t want to press them. If they wanted to talk about it, of course we’d listen but… I think we all just felt like we just needed to be there for them at that point.

“There was nothing left,” Louise said finally. No one had asked her, she just said it. Fiona and Lola were sitting on either side of her and they both put a hand on her back and, actually for the first time, I think I really saw them, really looked at them.

They could have been sisters. I mean, not that they looked very similar or anything but just the dynamic between them was so… close. Actually, they didn’t look similar at all, apart from being the same age and maybe more or less the same height.

Fiona obviously had a lot of Irish in her. Actually she was almost a stereotype of an Irish person. Her bright, fiery red hair was cut short and freckles covered her pale face. Louise had cut her hair short too, even shorter actually. She was dark-skinned and had a much more voluptuous body shape than Fiona, who had a really petite frame. Lola’s hair, also cut short, looked like it might have been several colors at the same time at some point, there were little bits here and there of various shades but her natural blond was breaking through in most parts. She was a little odd in that, while her frame was as slight as Fiona’s, her chest was huge, totally out of proportion to the rest of her.

“What happened?” Chloe asked. We’d stopped eating and silence had fallen on the table. Lola took up the story.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but… it was all gone. It wasn’t a big city or anything so I doubt it had been nuked, but something happened to start fires. The whole place, every building was burned. You could see ruins or whatever but… nothing else, no people just… nothing.”

“I’m so sorry,” Simone said.

“We stayed the night,” Fiona said. “We’d lost the RV by that point, it had given up a couple of hundred miles before so we just kind of camped. You can imagine how we felt. We’d been so hopeful… especially after meeting you that… that someone… something might have survived…”

“In the morning we decided,” Louise said. “Actually, we didn’t really need to talk about it. The whole journey, we saw no one. We tried to stay away from built up areas whenever we could to avoid red-eyes but, still, we didn’t see a single person. Not one. Coming back here was really the only thing we could think of. Ever since the First Day, this was the only place we’d felt… safe… like… like we could just… breathe.”

“We lost Alex about two weeks later,” Lola said. Fiona’s head dropped and Louise covered her eyes with a hand. “We were on maybe our second car since starting back and when it crapped out… I guess we’d just got used to finding another one pretty fast but, I don’t know what happened, wherever we were, nothing worked. We spent two days walking, trying to find a town and when we did, even there, nothing worked. We couldn’t get any of the cars started. We stayed there that night, in a house and…” She drifted off when I heard her voice catch a little in her throat.

“They came,” Fiona said, “the red-eyes. The next morning. We started walking after we got up but we hadn’t even made it to the edge of town. There were six of them, maybe more. And they made this… this sound…”

“I know,” I said, “we’ve heard it. It’s… terrifying.”

“Fucking awful,” Louise said, “we were scared shitless. We had the guns and we tried to use the training you gave us Caroline but… fuck… when they started moving they were so fast.”

“We got three of them,” Lola said, “before… before they reached us but… they just kept istanbul escorts coming…”

“It was a bit of a blur after that,” Fiona said. “I lost my gun but… I could hear the others still firing. One of them was on top of me, trying to… to bite me. There was blood dripping out of its mouth.”

“I managed to hold onto my gun when one of them jumped me,” Louise said, “and… I don’t know how but… I was able to shoot it in the head. It just exploded… I was fucking covered in it but I was so fucking panicked I just jumped up. I saw there was one on top of Fiona but I was so scared I’d hit her if I fired but… I guess I thought it was better to die that way than get fucking… eaten or whatever… so I did.”

“And then I was fucking covered too,” Fiona said.

“I lost my gun too,” Lola said. “I mean… the whole thing was… frantic, you know but… I was on the ground and one of them was on top of me and there was this moment where… I just knew. I knew I was going to die and… I don’t know… I… I accepted it. I was glad I was with people I loved when it happened, you know, glad I wasn’t alone. And then some part of me clicked. It was weird. It was like there was a voice in my head saying you’re not fucking dead yet. So I reached for the knife in my belt and just jammed it as hard as I could into its head.”

“By the time I saw Lola get up,” Fiona said, “Alex was already… gone. I guess she’d lost her gun when they jumped her too and… well… it just…”

“I blew it’s fucking head off,” Louise said. Her voice was grim and determined and her face betrayed more rage than sadness. Fiona sobbed quietly and a solitary tear slid down Lola’s cheek. I think we were all crying at that point, to be honest.

“We… we were pretty fucking scared,” Lola said, “but… we… we couldn’t just leave her there like that. We buried her, as best we could, before we moved on.”

“It was six more days before we found a car that worked,” Fiona said. “I don’t know, obviously other than the First Day there have been times since that I was scared but… those six nights… I think those six nights were collectively the worst of my life.”

“Me too,” Lola said. “Honestly… it was this place that kept us going. Just knowing that you guys were here, that there was somewhere we knew was safe….”

“I really think,” Louise said, “if we didn’t have this place to aim for, we might not have made it.”

Fiona and Lola nodded gently and silence descended again. Obviously it had been a fucking harrowing story to hear but… I don’t know, I guess at least it did make me feel pretty good that we’d been able to help them, just by being here. That felt good.

“So… I guess…” Lola said, taking Louise’s hand in hers, “I guess we, ah, we thought maybe… we’d take you up on your offer from before… you know… to… stay here… for a while.”

Now, a thought passed through my mind here. What did for a while mean? When we’d made the offer the last time they were with us, I think the words Simone used were ‘as long as you like’ but, really, where the fuck else were they going to go? And, perhaps surprisingly, that’s actually what I said. Even by then, as I’m sure you’ll have been able to tell already, it was usually Simone who spoke for us on such matters but, technically, it was still my house, right?

“For a while?” I said. “You have some place else you’d like to go?” I was smiling when I said it. I didn’t mean it to be… sarcastic. But I wanted to be sure they understood me. “Listen,” I said, “for a while, as long as you need, it doesn’t matter. As far as I’m concerned, this house is your home now too. As much as it is for me and for Caroline and Simone and Chloe, you’ll always have a place here, as long as you want it.”

I’m not sure how the others felt about how I’d put it but, looking around after I’d said it I knew straight away they were in total agreement and I felt Simone’s hand rub my back gently. There was more silence for a minute while Louise and Lola and Fiona took in what I’d said. They looked at us and looked at each other. Honestly, there was a massive lump in my throat and I was finding it a little difficult to see with the tears in my eyes. I wanted so much for them to stay, to be in a place where they’d be safe and happy.

Anyway, after a few seconds, Lola stood up and moved around the table towards me and I stood up too. There wasn’t any discussion or hesitation or anything. She just wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. And… we just cried together for a minute. Louise and Fiona joined in and then Simone and the others until we were just this one big pile of hugging, sobbing people in the middle of the kitchen.

When it finally broke up, Lola said thank you. I’m pretty sure the others did too actually. I remember Caroline looking at me and smiling and I just nodded at her.

“You get that one for free,” she said, just as I’d said to her on her first night with us, escort kağıthane “but no more thanks. We’re just glad you’re here.”

It was still pretty early I guess but it was also clear that the three of them were totally exhausted so, with a little encouragement they went to bed for some sleep. We decided to take the rest of the day off working on the fence. We’d make a pretty big racket and we didn’t want to disturb them. And I guess it also felt like…. we just needed to stop for a minute. I mean, even then, I think we understood in some way that something pretty extraordinary had just happened. In an instant, the population of our little sanctuary had almost doubled.

We didn’t do much, really we just kind of sat around and talked. There was practical stuff to think about, like sleeping arrangements for example. The last time they’d been with us they’d been happy to share for the night, and Chloe and Simone had both slept with me. Not that I had major objections to that being a more permanent state of affairs, but I didn’t think it’d be that practical. So we made plans for the next day to head up to Chloe’s house with the truck and bring back some beds. If we cleared out the old storage room upstairs properly, it would definitely fit an extra bed and Caroline insisted that her room could take an extra one too, she didn’t mind sharing. We thought about using my dad’s old office at the front of the house as a bedroom but, actually, we all felt it was nice to have a space like that in the house, especially now that there’d be more people here. It was lined, wall to wall and floor to ceiling with shelves of books and movies. It was always my favorite room in the house, probably in any house. Still is actually.

And we talked about power. Like I said, Caroline and I had been working on expanding our capacity and now that we had extra people in the house, we were going to need it. But even that, I mean those projects, the fence and the power and stuff, it didn’t escape our notice that with three extra pairs of hands, there was so much more we’d be able to do.

And yeah… I mean… obviously we talked about… other arrangements. We needed to decide what to tell them… when to tell them… They knew from their first visit about Simone and Chloe and I but I guess our collective experience with how Caroline had found out about that meant that we were pretty sure we needed to be totally up front with them about the fact that I spent the occasional night in Caroline’s room, especially given that it wasn’t going to be just Caroline’s room anymore.

We were a little bit nervous about it. I certainly was. Sure we’d had this really nice, emotional moment together, wanted them to feel at home here but… well… I guess it was on my mind that… well… put plainly, I didn’t want them to feel like… I mean, up to now there had been three women living in this house and I had a regular and very healthy sexual relationship with all three of them, so I guess what I’m trying to say is, I didn’t want them to feel like that was what we were all about, you know? Like, they’d feel different or excluded somehow because they weren’t a part of it. And I definitely didn’t want them to feel as if they somehow had to be a part of it.

Honestly, I swear to god, that thought had not crossed my mind. I mean, sure they were obviously three very attractive young women, of course I’d noticed that but… honestly, I really thought that I was just about getting the hang of effectively being in a relationship with two women at the same time while also having pretty regular mind-blowing sex with another one.

Anyway, I’m not sure if we watched a movie that night. In any case, the new girls didn’t get up. They slept right through till morning, eighteen hours or something. Simone and Chloe were sleeping in so it was just Caroline and me in the kitchen when they got up. Actually, this was kind of the plan we’d made.

Caroline had made breakfast. Powdered eggs aren’t a thing anymore, but people from before the First Day would have said they were pretty much garbage, but we’d really grown to love them. We didn’t have them everyday, we didn’t have that big of a supply, but it was nice occasionally. Louise, Fiona and Lola definitely thought so.

Anyway, if things had been pretty heavy the day before, I think everyone was in a much lighter mood that morning. They’d noticed the fence obviously and we talked about that and the power project and our plans for starting to grow food and stuff. Caroline made plans to meet with them all separately for a medical check-up. They were all feeling OK, and much better after eighteen hours of uninterrupted sleep in a warm bed, but none of them objected to talking to Caroline.

I wasn’t sure exactly how it would go, if I would have to bring it up. The night before, we’d agreed that we had to talk about it one way or another but that, maybe it would just come up on its own and we could roll with it. And it did. I wasn’t surprised that it was Lola who mentioned it. She’d been the one when they were with us the previous time who seemed to take the most interest in our… domestic situation. “Pretty kinky,” she’d called it.

“So Jim,” she said, a little smirk on her face, “you and Simone and Chloe still going strong?”

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“Where, in the hell, did you get that freaky looking package?” John asked as he pointed at the box, his wife, Mary carried into the house with her and the big bag of groceries she’d just purchased from the market.

“Frank, gave it to me just as I was climbing into the car from the parking lot.” She tossed it onto the table as she spoke. “He said someone tossed it to him at the mall as he was getting into his car.”

“He said Merry Christmas as he drove away,” she informed him.

“And that meant he should toss the ugly looking thing to you?”

“Who knows,” Mary replied offhandedly. “I just took it to avoid standing out in the cold parking lot trying not to take it.”

“Taking it was faster,” John reasoned. “I see,” he nodded his head in agreement. “I’d more than likely do the same,” he thought but said nothing to his wife about it.

“So what do we do with it now?”

“I was thinking I’d just toss it in someone’s car when I get to work,” she answered.

“I know I’m not gonna open it,” she thought, “Who knows what kinda hell might be in it.”

“We could just toss it in the trash,” John suggested softly.

“I suppose we could,” Mary shrugged. “But, John,” she replied, her eyes looked at him terrified. “What if it’s something bad?”

“Bad?” he questioned. His face and eyes agreed with his comment.

“Yea, like something that might explode,” he thought. “Didn’t I see something on t.v. about Christmas boxes being left in people’s cars?”

“You know… something that,” she looked at the dirty box laying on the table, “that we might never be able to get rid of…” She stopped talking.

“Look it’s been kinda ripped open.” She pointed to the paper on the top where the paper had a small hole in it.

“Yep,” John nodded as he replied, “I bet that happened from all that tossing around.”

“Let’s just fix that little hole,” he suggested as he moved across the room to the tape they kept in a drawer by the sink. Gently he moved the package towards him on the table and carefully placed several pieces of escort bayan beşiktaş tape across the hole.

“There now,” he sighed, “That’s all taken care of.”

“I’ll just toss it into a car tomorrow and that will be that,” Mary replied, feeling rather relieved.

Tossing it into the trash just wasn’t something she felt safe doing. Yet, why did tossing it into someone’s car feel safer?

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“You won’t believe what I found in my car!” Susan shouted as she walked into the office carrying the box Mary had tossed into her car just that morning.

“Someone put this ugly Christmas package in my car!” She tossed it onto Mary’s desk.

“Can you believe what some people will do?”

“No,” answered Mary in a soft voice. “Why don’t you just throw it away?” she asked.

“Can’t be done,” Susan answered loudly and firmly, “It’s like one of those chain letters people get… only this time its a package!”

“How do you know that?” Mary innocently asked as she shuffled papers around on her desk just for something to do to keep her hands and her eyes away from the box and Susan.

“I heard it on the news,” Susan replied. “After the box has been shuffled around for like five days it will open on its own.”

“What’s inside?” Mary asked. She could feel her gut tightening up for fear of the answer.

A new voice entered into the conversation. “I heard it could contain just about anything,” Julie answered as she stepped up to Mary’s desk to drop off some paperwork. “Someone in California got one and it contained nothing more than a one-dollar bill.”

“Well that’s not so bad,” Mary softly replied feeling better now that it seemed to be just a joke someone found funny.

“Not really,” Julie answered. “The bill had poison on and the person who touched it died.” She walked away, seeming not to care in the least about what happened to the individual.

“What happens if you open it?” Mary asked.

“I think it explodes,” Susan answered. “However, it’s not my concern.” istanbul escort She walked back to her desk to answer the phone.

“Great,” Mary thought. “Now I’ve got that damn Christmas box back again.”

Days passed as the box lay on Mary’s desk unopened and untouched. Everyone gave it plenty of room when they walked by Mary’s desk.

On the seventh day, something strange happened. The box moved!

On the eighth day, some of the paper on the box began to disappear. Little bits and pieces of it littered her desk. Mary took out her gloves and pushed the pieces into the trash can below her desk. Then she took the trash can to the recycle bin and dumped everything into it.

“Is everything okay?” Susan Inquired of Mary as she passed her desk from a long distance.

“Everything is peachy keen! you bitch!” Mary thought but replied, “Everything is fine.” She smiled and kept working as if nothing was happening.

The next morning, when Mary walked into work and glanced at her desk she was surprised.

Laying, on her desk, just where the box had been, were stacks of bills all bundled up with bands. She looked at the bills on top of each stack. There was a pile of fives, one of tens, one of twenties and one of just plain old ones. Mary didn’t touch anything. Who knew, they could also be poisoned.

Susan came in several hours later. “Hey, Mary, did you get those forms done for me?”

Mary glanced up at Susan who was now standing by her desk admiring the stacks of money laying on Mary’s desk.

“So the box had money in it… I see,” she replied as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Well,” she kept talking. “Since the box was in my car the money is mine,” she told Mary and anyone else who was near enough to hear her.

Mary said nothing. She just handed her the forms she requested and watched as Susan picked up all the money except the ones.

“You can have that stack,” she pointed the ones, “since you kept the box safe for me.”

“Oh, you mean the ones,” Mary chucked, “that could be poisoned?”

Susan taksim bayan escort smiled, “Wear gloves when you pick them up,” she replied, as she walked away.

Mary just left the ones on her desk exactly where they were. She had no intention of touching them.

Susan seemed to be overly happy as she counted the bills and made phone calls ordering things she knew she could pay for with the money she’d taken from Mary’s desk.

At the end of the day, Susan came running out of her office screaming. Her hands were covered in blood. The bills had been poisoned. Everywhere on her body where she’d touched herself was breaking open and bleeding. The emergency truck was called. However, before Susan was taken away she carefully locked up the bills in her safe.

Mary just sighed and went back to work. The adventure was over. She needed to get rid of the ones so no one else could be poisoned. She placed three pairs of hospital gloves on her hands and with a desk broom and a pan she brushed the bills into her trash can. As they fell in she saw hundred dollar bills, thousand dollar bills, and five hundred dollar bills. The only one dollar bill in the whole stack was the one on the top. She’d have them inspected. Perhaps, it was a good thing not to be greedy. Perhaps, the bills would melt away like the paper the box was wrapped in. She didn’t know and she didn’t care. The important thing was ‘she’ had not been hurt from the package…

Money was just money, it couldn’t bring back the dead or cure wounds like those that were now all over Susan’s body.

Greed… She decided to toss the lot into the dumpster and get back to work.

Outside, a poor homeless individual stopped to rest by the dumpster. On the ground beside them they saw the tip of a bill. They pulled it free from the dumpster to find that they’d been gifted with a one hundred dollar bill. Quickly, they ran to the nearest restaurant and purchased a meal. The bill left their fingers and was touched by the clerk handling the money.

Days passed and reports about people either dying or breaking out in bloody hives spread across the news.

Mary sighed…Was it the money she’d placed in the dumpster. She’d never tell…She shivered in fear…

A few more days passed and low and behold she found yet another box sitting in her car just waiting for her…

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I will not rush this story, so there will be at least one more part. We celebrated our fifth anniversary of our first date last Friday. I dedicate all of these stories to Jodie. Love you so much.

I had expected to carry on lying there, but Jodie slid up into a kneeling position and took my hands and I wordlessly understood that she was asking me to join her.

Wondering what was about to happen, I sat up and Jodie said, “Okay. I have dreamed of and run through this moment a hundred times in my mind. I want to show you how I came to know you.”

I looked at her. I was puzzled and was about to speak when she placed a soft kiss on my lips, silencing me.

She pulled back. “I want you only to feel and see what I am doing and hear what I’m saying. I don’t want you to speak, Anna. I want you to just experience.”

I was still puzzled but now eagerly anticipating whatever it was she was planning.

I was sitting with my legs together, knees up. Jodie gently took my calves and I willingly spread my legs for her, my feet flat on the duvet. She then swung her leg over mine so she was sitting between my legs, with her thighs over mine. She scooted toward me and then put her arms around me, underneath mine. I naturally responded and wrapped mine down over her shoulders, my hands crossed on her back, loving the feel of her.

We kissed and I was suddenly aware of a delicious warmth and touch on my clit. She had arranged herself so that both of our clits were in contact. She was moving her hips ever so slightly, in a tiny circular motion, so that our clits were moving against each other.

I am fully aware that there is another name for what we were doing, a word I’ve never particularly liked, but Jodie broke the kiss and said something that came to be our term for it.

“I love that our clits are kissing.”

From that moment on this would always be ‘clit kissing.’

She started into my eyes and I felt her hands slide up my back, her finger tips spread.

She started a narrative that was frequently interspersed with little kisses,

“So Anna,” kiss, “the first time I saw you,” kiss, “the first thing I noticed,” kiss, “was your beautiful,” kiss, “wavy,” kiss, “long, red hair.” Kiss.

I felt her fingers slide up under my neck line and spread out over my scalp and I felt an enormous surge which went to all my pleasure centres and seemed to set my whole body tingling.

Pushing my hair up, moving her fingers through it she kissed me again and then said, “Hermione was always my favourite, and it was as if she had walked into my salon.”

Kiss.

She let her fingers slide down through my hair, her fingers outwards, until she had run them all the way to the ends and out. I felt an extra shiver run through me.

“And then you looked up at me,” kiss, “and I fell into your beautiful, hazel eyes.”

She came towards my eyes and I closed them as she kissed each of my lids.

Kiss. Kiss.

“Your perfect nose,” kiss.

If I had been allowed to speak I would have probably said something self-deprecating, but I now realised there was a real beauty in only being able to feel, see and listen.

All the while she was taking us through this ritual, she was somehow managing to keep those little movements going, down where we were joined. Our clit kissing wasn’t about to stop, I was delighted to realise. The combinations of her kisses, her voice and those movements on my clit were driving me wild with heightened desire.

“Then you smiled that awkward smile, and I saw the oxbow red of your lipstick covered lips.”

Kiss.

“As you looked up towards me I saw your neck. I could see the beautiful lines, the elegance.”

She now placed kisses under my chin, on my neck and round.

“And your hair fell back as you looked at me and I saw your beautiful ears.”

Here she nibbled on first my right and then my left lobe. I was glad I only had my studs in.

Now I felt one hand lower to the base of my spine and she gently pushed and lowered me slowly onto my back, setting me down softly with my head on the pillow. For one so slightly built she had remarkable strength and control.

She pulled her hands out from under me and another thrill ran through me as our clits lost contact. It was odd to get a thrill from something stopping, but it was really no different than edging, just in the circumstances it felt more softly intense.

She moved herself around so she was sitting with her legs curled to one side, next to me.

Stroking my legs she applied a little downward pressure and I stretched them out so they were flat on the bed.

“The next thing I saw were your beautiful shoulders as you stood. You were wearing that gorgeous white dress with cap sleeves and I could see the form of your collar bone.” Kiss. Kiss.

My god. She really had been paying a lot of attention.

Now she put her hands, with her fingers spread out, on either side of the top of my right arm. I felt a light pressure and she started moving them down, pendik escort slightly massaging as she went. Following the path of her fingers she placed a kiss on my upper arm and then on my forearm.

“I saw your hand as it came up to shake mine.”

Her fingers slid all the way down over my palm, gripping me. She then took each finger and my thumb in turn, forming a little cage using her thumb and first two fingers. She stroked up and out over the end of each digit. It felt as if she was draining all the cares from me out of my finger tips.

“I felt your hand,” she slid down and kissed my palm.

I was in a new place. All I could hear was her voice, all I could feel was her touch. It was as if every point of me was focused on where she was touching me. As if my mind’s eye was moving under her fingers.

“Of course, I can’t leave out your other arm. The perfect mirror.”

She repeated the ritual with my left arm. Her fingers caressing, my arm, my hand, my fingers. Kisses following, with the final kiss on the palm.

I was hoping that my breasts would be next, but no.

“Then you walked with me,” she moved down by my feet, “on your beautiful legs.”

She placed her hands at the top of my right thigh and I thought for one delicious moment that I would feel her touch on my pussy but again, no. She pressed firmly and slid her fingers, massaging down my thigh, over my calf muscles, planting following kisses.

“And then you asked me to give you a pedicure.”

She cupped my foot in both hands, repeating a squeeze and release massage several times before finally repeating on my toes what she done with my fingers. She then kissed the top followed by the sole of my foot.

“Then I worked on your other foot.”

Another repeat, massaging down my leg, foot, toes. Strokes and kisses.

I was in at a level of ecstasy I had not felt in years. A multi-sensory experience that was also completely unique.

She sat next to me once again and I looked into those beautiful eyes as she smiled, her little dimples showing. As if I wasn’t turned on enough I felt a new rush through me.

She shuffled slightly back and leaned over me, putting one hand just behind my thigh, the other on my upper arm. She gently pulled, turning me over onto my front. I lay there, exposed to her in a new way.

“And then, do you remember when you came in that evening wearing that brush black mini dress with the low back and the plunge neckline?”

Oh god, I did. I had worn it explicitly in the hope that Jodie would take notice. I didn’t think she had. Clearly, I was wrong.

“Well, that’s when I first saw your beautiful back. How well toned you were.”

At this she placed a kiss in between my shoulder blades and then one in the small of my back, her fingers trailing down my spine making shivers run through me.

“I also remember wanting to see your gorgeous bottom that day. I watched it several times when you went to the bar,” she chuckled softly, “Maggie had to tell me off for staring too much.”

I felt her kiss my left and then my right cheek. I then got another delicious shiver as I felt a finger trail down between them. I opened my legs to her, desperate for her touch, hoping that now it would be even more intimate, although I have to admit that there was a level of intimacy about what she was doing that transcended pure sex.

Her finger traced down over my back entrance and I sighed gently, hoping she wouldn’t try to push in there. I’m not against that sort of play, in fact I quite enjoy it, but that is one of the times I want to make sure I am completely clean. She didn’t. She continued to the bridge down to just before my entrance.

I felt my inner heat rise further as she stopped, placing a kiss just between my cheeks.

She moved and gently rolled me back over onto my front. I had completely ceded all control of my body to her and it felt wonderful. Liberating.

“That same day you had that dress on you obviously had no bra and I saw the swelling of your beautiful breasts. I have wanted to kiss them. In my fantasies I have kissed them many times.:”

Oh wow. She had fantasised about me. She had likewise featured in many a happy evening of self pleasure for me as well.

She bent down and kissed just above my right nipple.

“And I saw that day the little dents your nipples made in the fabric of your dress and I wondered what they looked like. They are more beautiful than I ever imagined.”

She flicked her tongue around my very erect and aching nipple and then sucked gently on it.

I forgot myself for a moment and said, “I think…”

Her finger came up and stopped my lips.

She released my nipple, “Shh, babe. Whatever it is you were about to say, remember it and tell me afterwards.”

I held my tongue and revelled in the delicious feelings as she moved over, kissed the top of my left breast and then took that nipple into my mouth.

By this point I felt I would cum if she just blew softly on my clit.

“In etiler outcall escorts every single thing I have ever seen you wear I noticed your shape. Your tummy and your beautiful behind making a smooth curve, particularly when you wore heels.”

I was amazed that she had been paying so much attention to me and I had completely failed to notice. Of course, I had been paying an equal amount of attention to her and she’d also failed to notice. Our seduction dance had gone unnoticed by both of us.

She kissed down over my stomach, a soft kiss on my belly button and then down. I opened my legs to her and she knelt down between then.

“I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed of what you looked like down here. Were you hairy? Shaved? Trimmed? The reality is, again, more beautiful than the fantasy.”

She placed a kiss on my mound and I shuddered in further anticipation.

“And now my prize. You have a beautiful pussy Anna. I love your folds, how wet you are. The dark, puffy inner lips making a little heart shape.”

She ran her tongue up between my lips from my entrance up and over my clit.

I was lost. I couldn’t focus. Then I felt her finger trace the same line up and over my clit. Circling it once and then stopping.

Then she did something that I’d never experienced before. She pursed her lips and placed them over my clit, right down at the base, and then slowly drew her lips in and then back out, over and over, not moving her head at all. It was soft and gentle and I could feel the urgency in me grow further. Tingles running from my clit, through my lips, down into me.

As she kept this up I felt a finger at my entrance and she slid into me.

Then I got a small surprise as I felt a finger from her other hand stroking my back entrance. Not pushing, just adding that tingle to all the others.

She changed pace and I was suddenly gripping the sheets and moaning, careful not to say anything as she took my clit into her mouth, sucking me into her. I felt her slide her finger out, adding a second and pushing in deeply, opening me. At that moment she started flicking her tongue rapidly left and right.

This was enough to drive me completely over the edge and my orgasm started deep in the walls of my cunt and spread out from my clit. It washed up through my tits and nipples, and exploded in my head. I was shaking and crying out.

It just kept washing up and down me, through me, over and over.

I was lost.

As the feelings subsided I felt, rather than saw, her move up to next to me.

She kissed me and I tasted myself, by this point in my life something I was quite used to.

I managed to return the kiss, which turned passionate and then back to soft nibbles of each other’s lips.

I finally opened my eyes and there was her beautiful face, a smile lighting her eyes up, her dimples just showing.

I smiled back briefly and then I felt tears well up in me and I started crying.

Huge sobs racked through me and Jodie just said, “What is it babe? I know I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”

I knew what it was. She had knocked out several bricks from the wall I had built up around myself over the past decade. I was feeling, truly feeling, for the first time in years and it hurt.

I finally calmed and told a little white lie, “That was possibly the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

She kissed me and then said, “Oh no, Anna. Thank you. I have dreamed of this moment so often, and making love with you is better than I could ever have imagined. Now, what was it you wanted to say when I was kissing your nipple?”

I suddenly remembered and through the end of my tears I started giggling. It was obviously infectious because she started giggling with me saying, “What? What? What’s so funny.”

I managed to get a little control of myself, “Well, it wouldn’t have made any sense, but I was going to say, ‘I think Pinky likes you.'”

She looked confused. “Pinky?”

“Yes. You were kissing my right nipple. She’s called Pinky.”

She giggled and said, “You name your nipples? Why?”

I didn’t want to go into that story right now, “Oh well. You know. One of those things.”

She took my left nipple in her fingers and gently rolled it. “Okay, so what’s this one called?”

I smiled, “Perky.”

She snorted, and through a high pitched giggle said, “Perky? Really?”

I laughed with her. I couldn’t believe we were having laughing so soon after such an emotion filled moment.

Once we’d calmed she said, “So, any more secret names I need to know about?”

I nodded. “Just the one.”

She smiled, “Go on…”

I looked into her eyes, swallowed and said, “Chloe.”

She collapsed in fits of giggles and I found it infectious once more and joined her.

Through it all she managed, “You… you… named… your… clit! That is so adorable.”

“You think so? You don’t think it’s childish?”

She kissed me softly for a few seconds and we both calmed.

“No, etiler escort babe. It’s not. Well, it sort of is but in a cute way. I love it. Pinky,” kiss, “Perky,” kiss, slide down briefly, “Chloe. So lovely to meet you at last.”

She came back up and kissed me. I was getting used to Jodie’s kisses. Possibly addicted. I tried not to let it frighten me.

I looked into her eyes, “I want to give you as much as you gave me, but I think it would take hundreds of orgasms to equal that experience.”

She smiled, “Well, you’ll have paid me back by some point in the next couple of weeks then. I hope?” she said and we giggled.

I pushed back on her and she fell back on the bed and I now slid up next to her and kissed her. I let my hand slide over and took her nipple in my fingers, softly rolling it between them as we nibbled on each other’s lips. It was hard and she moaned into me as I squeezed gently.

I broke our kiss and slid down, placing kisses on her neck and then down onto her chest.

As I was kissing she said, “Do you remember the grey shift dress I wore a couple of weeks ago? When it was hot? We were out in the garden all of us.”

How could I forget. It had a spaghetti strap top, and was quite figure hugging and really short.

“Oh god I do. You looked so hot in that.”

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it in, biting softly at the base and flicking it with my tongue.

She moaned and then said, “I wore that to try to get some reaction from you. I had absolutely nothing on underneath. I was hoping you would catch a glimpse. I even tried to flash you once but you didn’t seem to notice.”

The very thought that we had sat there with her practically naked made me go wild. So many missed opportunities. I was determined to make up for them.

Without a word I slid down so I was between her legs, kissing over her belly as she had mine, and then ran my tongue over her mound, savouring the smoothness of her skin, and then down over her clit.

It was my first taste of her. I took her clit into my mouth and savoured it for a few seconds. It was as perfect and wonderful as she was herself.

I flicked my tongue slowly, left and right over her. She was proud and hard and I could feel the contours of her hood at the base.

I placed a finger at her entrance and let my finger slide into her wet and ready opening. I put a finger from my other hand just below her opening and felt how wet she was. I covered the end of my finger in her juices and slid it down to her back entrance. As I touched it she said, “Oh god yes, Anna. Please.”

I pushed gently and felt the resistance then slow relaxation and I was soon in up to my first knuckle. I waited while she relaxed and then pushed slightly more and my finger slid in further and I felt it emerge inside her. I stopped and just held it there.

I curved my other finger upwards inside her pussy and easily found the pad of her g-spot and started stroking it. I felt her tense and then grip the sheets, saying in a beautiful growl, “What the fuck? Oh god. I’m going to Anna. I’m going to.”

I felt her pussy walls clamp down on me and she suddenly started shaking and crying out a long, warbling “Ohwoahwoahwoah.”

I slowed slightly and felt her hands grip my hair, “Yes. Again. Fuck…”

I felt it build in her and her walls clamped down on me. When they finally stopped squeezing on my finger I slid it out slowly and was delighted to feel a tiny squirt of juices which wet my chin.

As she finally calmed I slowly slid my finger out of her back entrance and, as I got to the point where her muscles took over and pushed it out, I felt her shudder as it finally emerged.

I slid up next to her and we kissed.

When we had stopped she said, “What was that Anna? What did you do?”

I was puzzled for a moment. “You mean the finger in your, um… other entrance?”

“No, babe. That’s not new. What you did inside me. In my… well,” she blushed cutely, “do you mind if I say cunt?”

I kissed her, “No babe. Never.”

She smiled, “You made me fill with something I’ve never felt before. Thank you, but what was it you did?”

“Your g-spot? You’ve never had a g-spot orgasm before?”

“That’s what it was? I thought that was a myth! No, I never have. Wow. Thank you. That was so intense,” she paused for a second, smiled, and said, “Damn.”

“Damn?”

She giggled, “Well that was so gorgeous you now only owe me ten orgasms. I was looking forward to hundreds.”

I kissed her, “Let’s plan on hundreds anyway?”

She sighed and flashed a resigned look with her eyes. “Oh. Okay then. I suppose I can put up with it.”

We both giggled and kissed.

After a while we decided to slip under the covers, feeling the warmth from our lovemaking enfolding us. We held each other, my thigh over hers, we kissed often and eventually fell asleep.

A glorious, wonderful, peaceful sleep.

Sunday Morning

The next morning I was awoken by a brief kiss. I was momentarily disoriented but then the events of the previous day came rushing back and I opened my eyes to see Jodie, her head on the pillow, smiling and staring at me.

“Good morning posh bird,” she said, “I’m sorry if I woke you, but I just wanted to check you were real.”

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Thank you for checking out my story. This is a direct continuation from Chapter 1 of this story so do read it if you haven’t done so already. Thank you to everyone who did read it and provided feedback. I’ve been able to clarify my ideas on where I would like this story to progress to. Sit back, relax, and enjoy a return to Ally’s world.

All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination and any resemblance to anyone is possibly because your personality has inspired me. Yes, your personality. Right there. Hi. I find the way your brain works… noteworthy.

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So yeah…at this stage you’ve probably gotten a bit of an idea how this ability can go from a slight inconvenience to an utterly overwhelming all-consuming monster of a power. I mean like it can be super useful at times but being forced to experience multiple orgasms simultaneously without any physical touch because your friend is enjoying herself. I think the phrase “blessing and curse” definitely applies to situations like this. Sexual hunger isn’t even the only emotion I get overwhelmed by. I ride the waves of emotion around me, exam stress, end of year freedom, communal fear or sadness. They flow through me like I’m the lightning rod.

I think that is part of how I’ve become the person I am today. The experiences we have shape us all. If you start enjoying a certain sport for some reason, the feelings associated with it become a part of you even when you aren’t doing that sport. Enjoy reading fiction as a child? The desire to escape into worlds all of your own will always remain. That’s how is has been for my telepathy. Just a facet of my personality. It’s ironic I suppose. I’m a person who can see people’s internal thoughts and feelings and that connection means I wear all my own emotions and opinions outwardly. I go with the flow that surrounds me because I’m absolutely in tune with it. Like playing an instrument in time with an entire orchestra without even seeing the sheet music.

People tend to say I relax them. People are drawn to me. I hear them all the time. “You just seem so easy to chat to. It doesn’t matter what you say, you seem to know the best way to say it.” The most frequent occurrence in my life is understanding everyone around me. I guess after this long being informed on what others are thinking and feeling it is only natural that I pick up on the subtle cues that people give off even without my power telling me. People feel comfortable talking to someone who they don’t need hide anything from. It’s relaxing. I understand that. I just wish I could be completely honest with someone.

Even with my family I can’t tell them about my telepathy. I don’t know what would happen. I don’t know if there is some government organisation out there hunting us or anything that typical of a comic book story but I’m aware the witch trials happened. They didn’t even have special powers. While I’m sure we have grown as a society since then, I’m also sure we haven’t grown that much when it comes to accepting things that are different. It is better if no one knows. Safer. It does lead to a lot of information withheld though. I must be careful with my words. Jen is one of the few people I feel truly never like I’m not walking on eggshells with. If I am everyone else’s calming presence, then she is mine. It’s not that she knows everything and there is no reason hiding things. For Jen I am grateful for how easily she accepts everything. She isn’t gullible or naive. She just accepts the truth behind everything said and doesn’t inquire further into any half-truths you tell. If she recognises I’m not telling her everything, she doesn’t feel betrayed or lied to, she just realises there is a reason for it. It’s comforting to be trusted.

I do wonder how long I will have to keep the secret of my abilities. How long will I have to rely on people not inquiring too deep to feel trusted? Can I live a normal life using my other skills and never reveal that hidden part of me? I quite like English and Physics. I like seeing how things work. The mechanics of both language and of the universe. I’m not sure where that would send me though. I haven’t got a plan for after school and as much as my telepathy has become a large part of me it won’t really pay any bills. Not unless I go down some kind of manipulative path that just really isn’t what I want.

I’m sure that I could. If I wanted to. Sniff out the weak and vulnerable parts of people. Pray on them for my own gain. Tactical usage of my powers for selfish gain. But that is just the same as being strong and bullying someone or sharp tongued and insulting someone. That isn’t something I ever condone and I could never forgive myself for allowing myself that abuse of my powers. It does however, lead to some hard conversations with myself.

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The rain pattered against the smudged and scratched window of the bus in a barrage of harmless antalya escort strikes as a dull, blurred red light glowed in the distance. I lay with my head to the side and watched each drop impact, and then slide down from their pockmark. The route water droplets take is rarely straight. Maybe it is imperfections in the glass, maybe it is surface tension changing as some of the water is deposited. I’m not sure. They jittered and juttered from left to right, struggling to find the optimum route to a location they haven’t yet decided upon. It felt relatable. In life I usually go with the flow but I’m not certain where that is taking me.

My thoughts drifted to last night. My thoughts drifted to Jen’s bedroom. My thoughts drifted to Kate. She’d become excited about me and Jen. I was sure that must have been the trigger. Horniness was never such a straight line though. That is especially true for when it triggers you to think about burying your face between a friend’s legs while another friend watches.

I shifted in my seat as the bus resumed its journey and laid my head upon my overnight bag. My cheeks puffed as I sunk onto its soft purple surface. The lights had changed, and the droplets were pulled sideways by the movement of the bus but I was still nowhere nearer to understanding what had occurred. I can see inside people’s head. I thought I was the one who didn’t need to ask, “what were they thinking”! I mean, I know what she was thinking. I know in so much more detail than I ever should. I just didn’t know she had any thoughts about the three of us in that way, or any women. It was such a surprise to me. Shouldn’t I have picked up on something like that, even without my abilities?

She had seemed rather distant in the morning. I think the other two attributed her mood as the effects of the same hangover Rosy was suffering from but the memories flashing up in her mind told me Kate had something else to focus on. Sexual images didn’t flash into her mind when she looked at Rosy though. The girl she had imagined performing oral sex on didn’t make her redden, turn away or look down. It was me. It was looking at me that caused those flashes in her mind. It was seeing me that caused that shy, distant reaction. I shouldn’t have been able to make those connections. I shouldn’t be able to match my role in her fantasy to her reactions to me. I should have only thought she had simply had too much to drink, but instead I knew her thoughts. I had peered into an intimate and private moment that only she should have ever been able to see. It didn’t have to mean anything, it was a fantasy spurred on by something she had seen earlier in the day. Could be a one and done sexy bit of fun for her. Yet here I was, trying to figure out what a fantasy I never should have been aware of, meant to me.

I huffed and loudly exhaled as if my breath would expel my confusion out of my body with it. My thoughts had not cleared and I found myself going in circles. Did I truly not know what Kate was thinking? Was I confused and overthinking things? Or did I actually know all too well what she was going through? Could I sympathise with enjoying erotic images in the dark inspired by those who trusted me enough to expose themselves bare before me? I groaned and closed my eyes as the bus transported me closer to home.

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“Muuuum, Daaaad? Who’s home?” I yelled as I came through the door and slung my bag off my shoulder onto the floor and removed my jacket. A roll and creak of a wheeled chair sounded above me followed by a patter of feet upon the upstairs landing. I undid my boots as I heard them approach and heard the door of the study creak to the right of me. My dad popped to the doorway with his hand gripping a phone while listening intently and gave me a quick smile. I mouthed “Sorry” to him coupled with a small wave and he responded with a friendly but occupied nod as he closed the door lightly and responded to the caller with a quick “Yeah. Makes sense. We can sort that out…”

I heard the rushing footsteps stop at the top of the stairs in time to catch a flurry of blonde hair whipping around my older sister as she commenced her descent.

“All-” she began to scream but quickly stifled herself when she saw my hurried finger at my lips and hand pointing to the study and the faint noises of conversation. She settled on the compromise of a faint squeal as she practically leapt the last few flights of stairs and knocked me back against the door in a death-grip like embrace. Despite her slightly smaller stature than me (I have inherited the height of my mother’s side of the family while my sister must have inherited hers from my father), she managed to cover every part of me with her hug. She placed a kiss on my cheek before pulling back.

“What exactly was that for?” I asked smiling at the sudden affection. In reality this wasn’t uncommon, even if it had only been a day since we had seen each other. You can imagine how it was for konyaaltı escort our reunions while she was completing her degree. I think that when she eventually moves out of our family home, she’ll likely find a way to make me court ordered to visit daily. My brother was a lot more relaxed in that regard and his shows of affection, if he was home, I doubted I would see him unless I made the effort to venture to his cave of a room, at which point I would get a few seconds of dedicated attention before he returned half his attention to his art. A year above me, Mike was fully absorbed in his first year of university work and his art projects. Back for a week for his university’s scheduled break in lectures he was enjoying his time at home by drawing while not having to put in any direct effort to look after himself. My sister on the other hand was also wrapped up in her room most of the time writing articles for her job at a magazine. Yeah, they’re the creative ones.

Me? Well I guess the more scientific one. Except I’m not that great at the sciences. Mainly mathsy things get all jumbled up in my head. I’m not bad at history but I guess linguistics is what I’m interested in. I like languages but not in quite the same way as my sister. She likes the romance of them. The creativity. I like how they work. The mechanics. With a dad as an actual mechanic I suppose there was a reasonable chance one of the three of us would have a mechanistic and systematic way of looking at things. It is possible that my sister and brother’s creativity was a response to that as my banker of a mother doesn’t really give off the “dreamer” kind of vibe that the two of them do.

Untangling myself from my sister we quietly caught up on each other’s day and how my sleepover had gone (leaving out certainly nightly activities obviously, me and my sister are close but not that close). We chatted on her bed in her room for a little while and she showed me some of the research she was working on and some of the articles she was crafting. I was certain they would all be brilliantly well received when submitted and told her as much. I walked past my brother’s room, briefly stopping at the doorway to chat. I was right. Only a few seconds of dedicated attention and then his progress on a wooded hillside on his digital art tablet slowed his responses. I saw the flashes of different images of inspiration flick through his mind and saw more and more of my speech being overwhelmed or only barely listened to. Multiple times he didn’t hear a word I had said but simply attempted to respond as best he could. Still his focus on a project was a calming one. I could quite happily lay on his bed and listen to music in his presence and feel calm. His thoughts were far less sporadic when working than other peoples. Lots of different inspirations but fewer topic jumps than others. It was more pleasant to follow and I enjoyed seeing the vague outline in his mind form as his pen went to work. I decided to leave him to it. It was best to let him finish up a project and then you would get far more out of him.

It was as I was entering my room and peeling off my top that I finally got the text message.

Jen: So…someone enjoyed sleeping next to me last night 😛

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I’ll admit it. I knew it was possible that evidence of my orgasms was gonna stay on the sheets. The way I had cum; it probably wasn’t going to dry any time soon underneath the duvet. I just had wished it had. There wasn’t any way to wash Jen’s bedsheets like I could do when I squirted on my own and I hadn’t really been able to grab a towel to lay on.

Ally: The sheets right? Um…yeah.

Ally: Oh god, I’m so sorry. 🙁 I’m super embarrassed. I promise I didn’t mean it. Please don’t think I’m weird.

It was a gamble fully admitting it to be sure, especially without being able to see Jen’s mind, but playing innocent would just extend the embarrassment of a friend finding your own pussy juices in her bed and she would likely find out sooner or later if she didn’t already know. I lay on the bed in my knickers while I awaited her reply.

Jen: The sheets? Oh no I just meant you must have enjoyed yourself snuggling. But I can check on the sheets to see if there was anything.

Oh shit.

Jen: Just messing with you. Of course I mean the massive damp patch on my sheets.

Oh. I started to type…I’m not even sure what. Mostly more apologies.

Jen: I’m not mad, I just need to know for certain what it is. Cause I’ll admit, one option is a little bit more friendly than I’m prepared for. Option 1. Did you piss yourself? We were drinking.

We were drinking. I could try it. I could lie to her. Jen would accept whatever answer I gave and move on. But that wouldn’t mean she wouldn’t know the truth. I needed to clear things up.

Ally: No. It’s…not piss.

Jen: Oh good cause if I sniffed your piss that would just be weird.

Ally: YOU SNIFFED alanya escort IT!

Jen: ahahaha kidding XD

Jen: Oh god I wish I could see your face. Bet it is a picture.

Jen: And you are probably a little pissed about me taking the mickey of you during one of the most embarrassing moments of your life 😛

Jen: Besides no need to sniff it. The moment I pulled back the sheets it wafted up in my face. I’m amazed I didn’t smell it when I got out. I mean boy! You got some strong smells. Pretty sweet though.

Ally: You’re awful

Ally: XD

Ally: I’m literally crying right now but you’ve somehow made this okay.

I wasn’t lying. I’m not sure why I was crying but I think it was because of how well she was taking it so far. I mean I had not only orgasmed and squirted in her bed, but while I was right next to her. I was expecting more.

Jen: Awww baby. Don’t cry. God knows you’ve lost enough fluids as it is.

Ally: Bitch! XD

Jen: So…story. Tell it.

Ally: You really want me to? I mean, I’m sure you can guess how it ends.

Jen: I do. I need to figure out what you thinking so… I can figure stuff out.

Jen: Gimmie all the juicy details!

I rolled my eyes purely for my own benefit, then I paused. What did I tell her? I can’t exactly tell her I mindread about Kate’s erotic fantasies. Should I even mention Kate?

Ally: Okay here goes. Sooo…

Ally: Well it had been building the whole day. I had a few fun times in the shower and while getting ready.

This wasn’t an entire lie. As I have already said, the telepathy makes me horny a lot of the time. As I was typing the rest, she interrupted me.

Jen: Ah ah ah. I said details. “Fun times” isn’t detailed.

Ally: You serious? What do you want?

Jen: Details.

I could feel my heart beating harder than normal while my breath pumped out of my lungs. What was I getting into here? I had flashes of her on her bed with her phone. Reading what I was about to write. Stop imagining her hands moving down to her shorts.

Ally: Our shower has a jet setting…I was, placing that so it shot on my pussy and was rubbing my clit. You happy now!

Jen: Oh yeah. That jet setting is good isn’t it.

Ally: Oh my god you slut! You’ve done it in my shower! No wonder you take a long time.

Jen: Guilty XD

Images of Jen’s wet body in the shower holding the shower head…down there. A showerhead I was intimately familiar with. My breathing was coming hard and fast now and I felt my fingers on my left nipple before I noticed my hand had moved. Was this going to happen? Were we going to…?

Jen: So how did teasing that pussy and clit in the shower make you cum in my bed?

She really wanted all the details. She was getting off on it. I could tell. I looked around when I heard a moan. I covered my mouth in shock. Was that me? I waited to hear if any of my family had heard and would come to my room. Nothing.

Ally: Well I was still pretty turned on when I came to your house and it died down over time but then…when we were getting changed.

Jen: Go on. What did it? What got you horny again?

Ally: Where is your hand?

Jen: On my phone.

Ally: Other one?

Jen: Lower.

Ally: I’m going to need more details than that Jen.

Jen: It’s where yours is.

Little minx. I mean she wasn’t wrong. I could tell we had crossed a line some time ago but somehow, I felt connected to her. Like our thoughts and movements were as one even across this distance and only linked by texting. I decided to go for it.

Ally: My hand is burying two fingers in my pussy while my thumb rubs my clit.

Ally: Exactly like what I did in your bed with you right next to me. I couldn’t help myself after you played with my breasts it was all I could think about.

Jen: They felt so good in my hands.

Jen: You enjoyed me playing with those cute breasts of yours?

Ally: I did so much. Then I showed you my naked ass.

Jen: Such a cute butt.

Ally: It all brought back an entire day of horniness and I fingered myself so hard I squirted right there on your bed sheets.

“Oh god.” I moaned to an empty room.

My mouth hung open as I lay on my stomach. I’m not even sure how I’d managed to finish my text but the moment the phone came up with “seen” I exploded. I came. I felt warm course through my body from my legs and toes right up to my breasts. I felt a firm hand clutching at my nipples, imagining her kissing down my neck I blasted through a powerful toe-curling orgasm. I felt three pulses of liquid pour my pleasure out of me and into my knickers. I groaned into my pillow eventually forcing my teeth to bite into it to prevent any sounds escaping into the world.

My eyes were hazy as the world came back into reality around me. I took a second to relish in the warmth and wetness I had created and feel my blood coursing through my veins. My face and chest were flushed and I felt a droplet of drool slip out the side of my mouth. I realised my teeth were still clenched around the pillow in desperation and released them. As I pulled back, I saw my phone in my hand.

Ally:////////////////’#

Ah…

Jen: Girl you said it XD

Jen: Wow.

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I was in the kitchen preparing a meal for later, when my daughter Becky came in.

‘Hi mum,’ she shouted.

‘Hey babes, how are you?’

Good day at college?’ I replied.

‘So so,’ was her usual response to my usual question?

I’ll have to change my greeting, I thought to myself.

‘Mum, Laura’s mum is going away for a few weeks in the holiday, can she stay with us while she’s gone?’ Becky asked.

‘Laura?’ I said. ‘Who is Laura?’

‘She’s a friend in my class, we share in biology, among other things, she’s really nice, and you will love her.’

‘Oh I don’t know hon, it will disrupt things here won’t it?’ I said.

‘Don’t be silly mum, it will be great, and I know she wants to meet you, I showed her that photo of me and you on the beach!’

‘You didn’t!’ I gaped, ‘I was almost naked in that.’ We both laughed.

‘I did, and she said you looked sexier than I do!’ Becky said indignantly.

‘Still life in the old dog yet then, eh?’ I giggled.

‘Mum! You are not an old dog, you are beautiful, you are sexy, just because dad can’t see it!’ She told me.

I thanked her for that, she disappeared upstairs, and reminded me to think about it, and that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

I had already decided, or rather Becky had decided, that her friend Laura was coming to stay and I had to like it, or lump it.

My daughter is 19, and at the local college, she refused to go to any others, as it meant leaving home, she didn’t want to do that, I was immensely pleased by her decision to stay here with me.

I’m Lisa, Lisa Franks, I am 39, housewife, husband Dirk works at a processing food company, where he is national sales manager, which means he travels here and there, though not for long periods, we are happy (ish) have a good life, no money worries, nice house, etc etc.

I am 5ft 4″ tall; still have a fairly good figure, though I do worry sometimes, about my body heading south!

Auburn shoulder length hair, brown eyes, nice face, usual stuff, I have to confess I have been “naughty” twice in my marriage, once with an old school friend, (a woman!)

And a few times, with a colleague of my husbands, but because it was the same man, does that constitute once?

Really, I’m not too sure.

But that’s finished now anyway, I was frightened of being discovered, as we nearly once were.

So now I lead a housewife’s life, and am generally quite happy with the way life has shaped for us all.

The following week, Becky and Laura appeared in my home, I nearly fell over when I saw her, she was the reincarnation of Jennifer Lawrence who I had gone to school with, and shared my first taste of proper love between two people, even though were females.

I had loved her with all my heart, but we knew it couldn’t go on for ever, so we parted, I tried a couple of other female affairs, but nothing could compare to that, but then I found out how much fun a boy’s cock could be too!

So I unconsciously went the “other” way, i.e. heterosexually, and I was quite happy with it too, I had tremendous fun, then I met my husband, and my life moved on to another dimension.

The woman I had an affair with was an Avon lady; who I knew from old, she had called, as they do!

And I sensed something about her, the way she was, and behaved, so after a a couple visits from her, I asked her if she was inclined towards women, she said yes, and it developed into a one off, all day session, which was fantastic.

It took me right back to my lost love, Jennifer.

I realised that I missed her, and wished I could contact her again sometime, but that would have to wait for a time, if not forever.

But it was, and remained in the back of my mind.

‘Mum, this is Laura,’ she happily introduced us.

Laura took my breath away; I immediately knew she was one of those women/girls, that when she walked into a room, everyman’s head would turn to look at her, even women would, and those men that didn’t want her, would be gay men!

‘Hi Laura, I have heard so much about you, I feel I know you already.’ I welcomed her into our home.

‘Mrs Franks, great to meet you at last; I have been looking forward to it for ages.’ She told me.

‘Aargh,’ I groaned, ‘please, call me Lisa, or mum if you prefer, but do not call me Mrs Franks okay?’

She laughed and agreed. ‘Okay, I’ll call you Lisa, right?’

I have always been quietly impressed with Becky’s beauty, she is taller than me, and better proportioned than I ever was, but Laura out did her by a long way, I hated to admit it to myself, but she was way more beautiful than Becky.

Laura was about 5′ 10″ tall, and was wearing flattish shoes, ash blond hair, down past her shoulders by about 4″, parted in the middle, and a fringe that caught her eyes.

It danced and swayed its way around her head, even in the slightest of movements.

Big blue/azure piercing eyes, that looked more like car headlights!

High cheekbones, squarish chin, creamy lips, and a pert nose.

All on top of a fabulous body, large proud breasts, slim bagdat caddesi escort waist, narrow hips, and long legs that went on forever.

She was slender in build, rather than slim.

‘Mum!’ Becky elbowed me, ‘you are staring at Laura, and you are being rude!’

I stammered an apology, and said she had reminded me so much of an old very dear friend.

(Jennifer)

‘Its Okay Lisa,’ Laura said quietly to me, ‘I understand.’

She fixed me with a knowing stare, and then she and Becky were gone, dashing upstairs together.

Life in the house was a blast, having them around was great fun; even her dad enjoyed it, when he was around.

But I couldn’t get Laura, or Jennifer out of my mind, I spent quite a bit of time studying her, and reminding myself of days gone by that I had spent in the arms of Jen.

What I didn’t realise is, Laura knew I was watching and looking at her, I knew every turn, every move of her by now, I was enthralled by her, and in her presence too.

She was just so naturally graceful, gorgeous, and sensitive, she knew what I liked, what I wanted, what I wanted to do, her timing around me was perfect, she was there whenever I wanted something, it was uncanny.

Then came the day my walls came down, crashing down too!

I can’t remember why, but Becky went out for some reason, it was early morning, and I was at the table in the kitchen having a cup of tea.

Laura came in, wearing a white sleeveless top, low necked, short at the waist, black slacks, and high heels, hair in a loose pony tail, she looked so good.

‘Good morning Lisa.’

‘Hey Laura,’ how are you?’

‘I’m good thanks,’ she replied. ‘

‘Lisa there is something I want to talk to you about, if you don’t mind?’

I was sat at the long end of the table; Laura sat near me on the side of it.

‘Not at all, what is it?’ I asked her.

‘Well I have seen you looking at me, a lot,’ she said, ‘and I was wondering if you liked what you see?’

I was stunned, I never expected her question come statement, I started to stammer and stutter.

She laughed and said. ‘Hey, its okay Lisa, don’t worry, I understand why.’

‘What do you mean? You understand why?’ I said.

‘You like me, you think I am beautiful, and you get turned on looking at me, don’t you?’ She told me.

I gasped now, I couldn’t believe that she had nailed me right on in this way, she was dead right, but I would never have said it!

‘Come on now, I’m right aren’t I?

‘But, but, but you’re Becky’s friend?’ I looked away from her now.

‘Yes, I know I am Lisa,’ she said.

‘But you keep looking at me surreptitiously don’t you?’

‘You keep checking me out.’

‘When you think I don’t see you looking?’ She said.

‘Do I make you hot Lisa? Am I making you hot right now? Do you think I’m hot?’ She asked me.

Before I could reply, she got up off her chair, walked behind me, and started massaging my shoulders, it was lovely, and I gave out an involuntary moan.

‘That’s it Lisa, go with it.’ Laura said to me.

I know my eyes were closed, because I was away somewhere, somewhere I didn’t know of.

‘You like?’ she whispered in my ear.

Her sweet hot breath washed over me, I could smell her nearness to me.

Laura’s hands slid down my breasts, over my nipples, which immediately twitched and jumped to attention, I felt them expand, then her hands went back up, and continued massaging me.

I opened my eyes slowly to see her swinging a very long leg over me, and suddenly she was sitting in my lap facing me, and as she was already taller than me, her height was even greater sat on my lap like this.

I couldn’t get my breath, she was massaging my shoulders still, I was in heaven, but not yet knowing that my fate was in this girls hands at this moment.

I felt her finger under my chin, lifting my head up, and her voice saying. ‘Look at me Lisa.’

I did, I had to tilt my head right back to do it, and then, staring right into my eyes now. ‘You think I am hot and sexy, don’t you Lisa?’

My reply was utter rubbish, I could only blub, ‘I, I, I, I.’

I tried to look away, but her face tracked mine in unison, left or right, her beautiful smile was there in front of me, I was trapped.

She laughed, and said, ‘It’s okay, I know what you are feeling for me babes.’

‘You do, how?’ I quietly asked.

‘You have thought of what it would be like to kiss me haven’t you Lisa?’

Again I stammered. ‘I, I, I, I.’

She interrupted me there, and said. ‘No, I’ve got that wrong haven’t I?’

‘You have been wondering what it would be like if, I were to kiss you, yes?’

‘Please Laura,’ I whimpered now.

I was trapped in her eyes, those big blue headlights!

I wanted nothing more in my life right now than her to kiss me, with those beautiful soft, firm inviting lips.

‘You have imagined my mouth on yours, haven’t you?’

‘Having my little pink tongue, in your mouth, tickling your own?’

‘Imagined me nisantasi escort kissing, and biting your neck haven’t you?’ She questioned me.

She was taunting me?

She kissed me; I was totally lost, if my life had depended on stopping her, I would have died right there!

‘Can you resist me Lisa?’

‘Can I do what I want with you; will refuse me, Lisa?’

‘Am I wrong Lisa? Am I?

‘Answer me right now!’ She said into my ear.

‘No, no, no you are not wrong, you can do anything Laura’ I pleaded.

‘Good girl, now do you want me to take you upstairs Lisa?’

‘Yes,’ I bleated.

‘Come on then, let’s get going, I am going to do you big time, my little love toy!’

But before she got off me, she nipped my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Oooh my, I trembled at her touch, my tummy churned like it does when I am really sexually aroused, and then she made me cum right there on the chair!

Laura laughed softly, and said. ‘Just wait until I get you in bed, I’ll show you what an orgasm is!’

She leaned in then, bit my neck, and sucked on it, it was bliss.

I managed to blurt out. ‘How did you know about me, what gave me away Laura?’

‘Like I said, you can’t keep your eyes off me, you’ve been looking at me since the day I got here, even Becky has told me, that you “look” at me, she has wondered why too, and me, being who and what I am, I knew what you were looking at me for!’

I asked. ‘Knew what though?

‘That you were hot for me, that you wanted me, you needed me, and would give yourself over to me, right?’

‘Yes.’ I conceded, ‘but I didn’t want this to happen either, not really.’

‘Yes you did, yes you do, and yes you are, understand me Lisa?’ She said to me.

She was still murdering my nipples, and driving me to distraction.

‘Laura, please!’ I moaned. ‘Stop’

‘You really want me to stop?

‘Yes, no, oh I don’t know what I want?’ I moaned again.

‘I do, I know what you want!’ She said knowingly, her hair brushing my face, her sweet breath filling my mouth; I wanted to breathe her breath so badly.

‘Get upstairs right now!’ she ordered me.

‘Yes okay,’ I said meekly, she rose up off me, and let me off my chair.

‘Go on then!’ she ordered, and swatted my backside quite hard, it made me jump, and gave me the impetus to move it.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, she told me to wait, I did, she came to me, and said. ‘I think a little order of leadership is required here Lisa, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I replied not knowing what she meant.

She put her hand to the back of my head, took a big handful of my hair, and walked off up the stairs; it naturally bent me over, and gave me no option but to scuttle after her, in her wake.

It completely overwhelmed me; I was totally, fully and whole heartedly aroused now by this young beautiful goddess that was my daughter’s friend.

She headed straight into my room, the one I shared with my husband, walking to the bed, she stopped at the side, but kept me in motion so that I had to climb on using my knees.

Keeping hold of my hair she made me turn around, I was now kneeling on my bed, my hands at the edge, my knees towards the centre, Laura let go of my hair, and I was able to move my head now.

She took off her top and bra, and I got my first look at those magnificent breasts, her nipples were things of wonder.

Keeping back from me so I could see her beauty, she undid her slacks, and let them fall to the floor, her body was a sight to behold, it was wondrous, beautiful, slender, and perfect in every way, my pussy was heating at the view.

Down slid her thong, and her little golden haired pussy was there in front of me, I was almost at the point of cumming just looking at it, I shuddered, trembled, and my stomach churned again.

‘No!’ she almost shouted at me.

‘Don’t you dare cum again, until I say you can okay?’

How did she know I was going to cum?

‘Laura, I need to cum, I really do honey.’

‘No!’

I don’t know how I did it, but I held myself in check, it was going to be hell, wanting to cum this badly, and she hadn’t even touched me yet.

She stepped towards me, and told me to kneel down on my haunches, and keep myself up on my arms, which I did.

This brought her pussy into plain eye level view to me.

She stepped up to me now, and her pussy was millimetres away from my waiting lips, open mouth, and tongue.

Putting her hand on the back of my head she said to me.

‘Tell me what you want Lisa, tell me what you want me to do for you baby.’

‘Please Laura, let me lick you and kiss you my darling.’ I begged her.

‘Beg me nicely Lisa, or you will never get to taste my pussy ever!’

‘Oh Jesus Laura, please I beg of you, please let me, please allow me to worship you, please?’ I almost sobbed out the words.

I was beside myself with lust for this 19 year old beauty before me, how had this happened, I was completely under her spell, she had worked me under her command ataköy escort brilliantly.

I am a 39 year old married mother, and besotted now, helplessly, I just so wanted to be hers.

She reminded me so much of Jennifer, my lost love, was I trying to recreate that?

No, I thought, this was different; I knew that, this was new, so new.

I had always known I was bisexual, and even been in love with another girl in my youth, but I can’t remember it being like this, I would sell my soul if it meant having Laura loving me.

She pulled my head into her groin; I inhaled her aroma, sweet nectar, love, pure love was in my face, mouth, tongue, and it assailed my senses.

I began licking and sucking as best as I could from my kneeling position, Laura weaved her hips around on my face, then started pressing forward, pushing me back, I crouched as much as I could, as I began falling backward, and sideward, she continued herself over me, and climbed on to the bed, and me.

I was now on my back, her over me, Laura pushed herself down on me, grabbed my hair and pulled me willingly up into her slithery pussy, and holding my head between her strong thighs, her vagina lips encased my face, I was in heaven now, as I attacked her sweet hole with all my might and vigour, she was going to cum, I knew it, so I continued my loving assault on her, lapping at her clit which was sticking right out.

Laura had her hands behind her, mercilessly twiddling my burning nipples, I was going to cum, and my stomach was churning again.

‘If you cum, this will end right now Lisa,’ she threatened me.

I couldn’t respond as my mouth was enveloped in her vibrating pussy.

I forced myself to obey her; I looked up into her eyes, mine pleading release, please?

All she did was shake her head, no!

She came on me, her juices washed out of her into my waiting mouth, I licked, lapped, and swallowed it all, it was the most momentous moment ever in my life, never had I ever been here.

Laura crouched and hunched herself over me, as she came on my face, holding my head tight against her sweet pussy, her knees clamped around my head, holding me there, I never wanted to be freed from this ever.

Eventually, she calmed down, and began to gently rotate herself on me, as she came back to life, softly moving now, she slid down me, lay at my side, took me in her arms and kissed me, my face still soaking with her love juices.

It was the sweetest, nicest, and softest most loving kiss, I had ever received, I couldn’t remember if Jennifer had kissed me like this.

‘That was fantastic Lisa, you are a terrific pussy sucker and licker, that for sure,’ she giggled.

Oh Laura please, make me cum, I’m so desperate for it, and for you honey.’ I kissed her back intensely.

‘Maybe I will, you think you have earned the right to cum Lisa?’

‘Laura, please.’ I begged her now.

‘Okay baby, get your clothes off and let me have a look at you, to see if you are worth my attention!’

That put the fear of God into me, what if she said I wasn’t worth it, that I was too old for her to bother with.

I got up, and undressed slowly now, I was dreading any negative comments she might have of me.

‘Stand there Lisa, let me have a look at you, turn around nice and slow, so I can see if you are in shape, and if you could handle being done over by me,’ she told me.

I can never remember feeling like this, so in fear of something I wanted so badly being denied me, and nothing for me to do about it.

If she refused me, what could I have done about it?

The answer was. Nothing!

‘Mmmm’ she said, ‘not bad for an old broad,’ she laughed at me.

I laughed too, but only to try and gain her consent.

‘Come here Lisa.’ She said.

I threw myself at her, and onto the bed.

I grabbed her in my arms, I wanted to hold her and kiss her so bad!

‘Whoa there tiger,’ she said.

‘Take your arms off me now.’ It was an order, I obeyed.

She got up off the bed, turned and dipped her fingers into my boiling, raging hot pussy, ‘Want to cum Lisa?’ she asked me.

‘Yes Laura, I want to cum so much, please Laura, please do me,’ I begged again.

‘Wait right there,’ she told me, and left the room.

She came back in a moment, I was shocked, stunned, stupefied all at the same time, she was fastening on a double strap on dildo!

Her end of it was already in her pussy.

She climbed onto the bed, pushed me flat, climbed over me, propped herself up on her elbows, and drove the dildo right in, and up me.

‘Don’t you dare cum Lisa; you know what the consequences will be!’

‘Laura,’ I moaned, ‘please?’

‘In a moment pet don’t worry; you will cum very soon, just hang on baby okay?’

My arms were around her shoulders, my fingers digging into her, and holding onto her back, as she fucked me hard with the dildo, my legs tight, and feet crossed around her waist, I hung on for grim death awaiting her word, my release was hers to give.

She smiled down at me, as she copied the grimaces and contortions on my face that reflected the torment I was being made to endure.

Her kiss enveloped me.

‘Cum for me Lisa, let it go,’ she whispered into my ear now.

A bomb went off in me, I exploded into a million pieces, it shattered me, never has an orgasm blasted its way through me like that.

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I misunderstand things. Maybe I am hard of hearing. Too many rock concerts. But I am get along with everyone because I am an Optometrist…Oops. An Optimist!

I see the grass as half full.

I constantly misunderstand my beautiful co-worker Lucia, who is Italian. She pronounces the “c” in her name like a “ch.” She has a cute giggle and is very kind, so I don’t mind.

I once misunderstood a nice Japanese co-worker Keiko who asked about origami. I thought she was asking me about orgasms. This resulted big laughs at my expense, but nobody really gets angry in my office. My boss Joe encourages a good altitude and cooperative personality to improve customer service.

I’m just 25 and I’ve never been to Europe, but I want to travel the world, but I am truly embarrassed to be a dumb American.

I always get very nervous around Lucia, because she is so sexy and well-dressed. She is always so kind to me and compliments me on clothing or doing a good job. Lucia is only 2 years older, but she is so much more confident. She is a real woman.

“Lucia, you are back from your 2 week vocation. We missed you!” I gushed, thinking how glamorous she was looking like a movie star.

“Ginny, good morning. I just come back from Nipples,” she said with her exotic accent.

“Nipples?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, Napoli, we say in our language. You know-my country. Nipples is where I grew up!”

“Do you mean like …breasts?” trying to clarify.

“Breasts? Well they have topless beaches at the Costa d’ Amalfi,” she explained.

“Topless bitches?” I inquired, even more confused by her accent. “Oh they don’t sound very nice.”

“Oh I always pronounce it funny, Ginny. I am very sorry.” “Beaches,” she strained to say.

“OH, I am sorry too. I grew up on near Tampax, Florida.” I explained. “We had great beaches too.”

“Tampax!!?” She asked “You must be making a joke.”

“Yeah, we clown around. You know it is Tampa/ St. Pete on the coast of the Golf of New Mexico.”

“Golf…like Tiger Woods?” she asked puzzled.

“No, there aren’t many woods on the beaches there,” I answered thinking that we were not communicating very well. But she is my good friend and it was fun to talk to her, like we were flirting. “Now, go on about your vacation. I interrupted you.”

“Oh, you mean the Gulf of Mexico.” Lucia said emphatically. We were both struggling to overcome the language gap.

“Yeah, exactly …Golf of New Mexico.” I answered. I hope she doesn’t think I am stupid.

“Well, these are excellent bitches, with the Mediterranean Sea, and soft sand, and especially all the girls in their sexy bikinis. All the men are so horny. Everyone loves Italian women. They are so pretty and the best lovers in the world. We all watch the beautiful people on the bitch. And the lucky ones find a lover.”

“Do they have lesbians, Lucia?”

“Lisbon is in Portugal!” she answered.

“Are you saying that you have women lovers, Lucia? What does your husband think?”

“Ginny, you make me laugh. I think my husband would be very curious. He is a nasty man, but that is his charm.”

“So all Italian women go topless? No bikinis? I would be very shy to go topless,” I confessed.

“You were born naked, and they only reason that you wear clothes is to stay warm or prevent men from attacking. You can come to my pool and we can go topless,” she purred. “My backyard is very secluded and the neighbors can’t see anything.”

“Well, I could come over this Saturday,” thinking I was being seduced by this exotic lady. I’d never thought about lesbian sex with my friends, but she was so…utterly sexy!

“Ok, Ginny, come over for lunch and bring a bikini,” she confirmed happily.

Wow, could I really allow my self to try this? Was her husband going to be there? Maybe she thought I was vulnerable since I broke up with my boyfriend.

I do fantasize about taking a wonderful vacation. I wish I had the money to go. Italian people are very sensual. Lucia is always talking about “making love.”

She said “Eating well is like making love. It is nutrition for the soul!”

“I wish I could find somebody to relax all day, eating and making love. How romantic!” I replied.

“You should go to Europe, Ginny. You know that word “romantic” comes from the city Roma.”

“Do you mean Aroma, like perfume?” I asked thickly, thinking about her feminine smells. I smelled her perfume and maybe something else. I was really convinced that she was sexually attracted to me.

“It is the capital of Italy. And yes it has perfume and lovely men and women. It is the city of love.”

I was captured by tuzla escort the image of that city filled with the aroma of people who had just made love. It sounds like my kind of orgy.

Lucia always touches me on the arm, and plays with her hair, twirling it in her fingers. She also laughs at every thing I say. I always chuckle with her.

I wonder what kind of underwear she has on. And then I imagine what kind of bikini she has. I bet she shaves her pussy hair. Am I over-obsessing on this? I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes. I have so many random thoughts that just trickle out of one suggestive idea. I didn’t get much work today thinking about having sex with a woman.

I’ve always fallen in love with people just for small things they do for me, or things they say. And I fall out of love too. I worry too much, and over analyze. I read things into every action, every look, or every word.

I asked Keiko if she ever went to Lucia’s house. As usual, Keiko only laughed. Maybe she had sex with her. I must admit that I’ve never seen Keiko with a man, and she doesn’t wear a wedding ring. Gay people are such a mystery. Bisexuality is twice as interesting.

I didn’t get much work today thinking about Keiko and Lucia having sex with each other. I was really becoming fascinated with the idea of having sex with another woman.

All week long Lucia raised my lever of expectations. “Oh, Ginny, we are gonna have so much fun tomorrow. You wanna get drunk?”

“Yes, but not so much that I drive drunk,” I warned. “I don’t want to get a bad repudiation.”

“You mean reputation?”

“Oh, you’re right. I keep doing that,” I muttered awkwardly, embarrassed that the Italian woman was correcting my English.

I confirmed her address and cell phone number, and agreed to see her at noon.

I shaved everything and put a daring thong and bra. I matched them with very high heels and a cute summer dress. I found my expensive-looking Italian sunglasses made in China.

I parked in her large circular driveway. Her front yard and house was beautiful. All the windows were open, allowing loud classical music to be heard as I rang the doorbell.

As an American, I showed up exactly on time which meant that she was not ready. She opened the front door, looking nervous. “Dios mio! You came so early, Ginny. You see I am not dressed.”

All she had on was a short bath robe. Her fat rump was so sexy and full. Her cleavage spilled out invitingly. Although she had no make-up, she was still pretty. She looked younger with her face natural.

“I need a minute, please come into the kitchen and open the vino. You can have cheeps and carciofo,” she said nervously. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I strutted my stuff to the kitchen, hoping that she was watching.

She came out a moment later wearing a ridiculously revealing bathing suit. “Darling, it is so wonderful to have you here! Let’s drink some wine!” She came over to me for a movie star hug with kisses on both cheeks. I got dizzy leaning over from my high heels and fell into her. We laughed at my clumsiness.

“Do you like the house, baby?” she asked, suggestive already, calling me baby.

“Yes it is very nice. And your kitchen is lovely,” I replied while I poured two big glasses of red wine.

“Thank you. I have Parma ham and meloni after you finish the cheeps with artichoke dip. Let’s take these plates out to the pool,” Lucia said while putting on her sunglasses.

As we walked out I saw towels and lounge chairs arranged. I could still here the music wafting behind us. She lay down on her lounge chair and said, “I think the water is cold, so let’s take a little sun to warm up first.”

I offered to put tanning lotion on her back, and slid beside her. I undid the string bikini and poured the liquid into my hands to warm it. Starting on her shoulders I spread the lotion slowly and sensuously.

I let myself daydream, but I didn’t have the nerve to try anything risky. I started imaging rubbing her nipples, which made my own also harden.

She made some soft cooing noise. Then I got more lotion and ran my fingers down the side of her ribs. I leaned my hip into hers, trying to increase the intimate contact. I took a large glug of wine.

“I am very frustrated,” she confided. “since Sebastian is travelling. And even if he didn’t leave me alone, he suffers from Erectile Dysfunctiona.”

“Reptile what?” I asked. I momentarily looked up at the nearby fences. Feeling secure I reached up and loosened my own bikini top. “Now I am topless too, Lucia! I feel so naughty.”

She turned over to look at me and my pendik escort body. She reached over to get some honeydew melon to feed me with her fingers. “Your hands are oily, so it is better that I feed you some meloni,” she said as I slurped the juicy fruit from her fingers.

I was feeling lusty and pulled at one nipple. Then I put one hand on her leg.

“You are right Lucia; this is going to be a wonderful day,” I told her. “And I think I need an Italian lover, too.”

“Ok, Ginny, we are going to find you a man,” she responded.

What?!! Was she not seducing me? Was this rejection? Did I misunderstand?

“Lucia, I can’t wait for ever. I am horny now,” I confessed smiling, implying so much.

“Ginny, that sounds painful,” she said sweetly. “I don’t think I can help you.”

“Maybe you are horny too,” I said.

She raised her eyebrow confused. “Uggh, Ginny…are you gay?” Lucia asked me, looking angry. “I think you don’t understood why I invited you.”

“Well I thought…” I mumbled feeling crushed.

“Oh, no… you got the wrong impression!” said Lucia angrily. “I am catholic.”

“But you were seducing me.” I complained. I was thinking about how many gay Catholics there must be. “You talk about your home Nipples. You ask me to go topless and eat your melons… and take an Italian lover. What was I supposed to think?”

With an irritated expression, she stood up very rapidly and her chair tipped over. This Italian beauty fell into me in an accidental embrace. Splash!

We stumbled clinging together for a few steps and splashed violently into the deep end of the pool. It must have been 8 feet deep.

I was struggling to tread water and feeling a little panic. “I can’t swim!” I said before taking a mouthful of water.

Suddenly, she realized that my life was in danger, and she needed to save me.

Lucia floated behind me and cradled her arm around my tits. She pulled my body, swimming strongly towards the shallow end. I was coughing violently, but was feeling relief that I wasn’t going to drown.

It must have been difficult to drag me coughing and flailing. I could tell that it was hard work for Lucia to swim for two people, and she was slowing down and becoming breathless.

She swam very well, and I suddenly felt safe in her hands. Finally we could reach the bottom of the pool and stood closely facing each other. Soon, I felt my lung power recovering.

I looked into her eyes as she caught her breath. I moved in at the opportunity and pressed my lips against her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I kissed her on the mouth passionately.

At first, she did not respond. But she didn’t pull away either. She wrestled with the moment in terms of leading me on, and saving my life and enjoying the kiss.

Soon I could feel her face muscles move and lips open. I softly slid my tongue near her lips. She kissed back, and I loved it. Her anger melted as she accepted my kiss. We stayed there making out like teenagers for 10 minutes, while we caressed each other’s back and ribs.

She broke the kiss and finally spoke, “This is hard for me Ginny. You must realize that along time ago when I was in school I had a crush on a girl from school. We kissed and made love, promising to always stay together. We even played with each others fica. One day I saw her getting on a motor scooter with a young man, and I knew that I was betrayed. I said that I would never betray a lover like that, and now I am worried for my husband. I am not even sure if he is loyal to me, but I wanted to try.”

“So you like girls… and so do I. I like you, and don’t want to force you, but I know this will be beautiful. Maybe you should call your husband on the phone to see where he is right now. If you want to stop kissing me and making love to me, then I will understand.” I said pretending that I could stop at any time. I was hoping that she was pretending, too.

“Yes, ok, I will feel better.” She exited the pool and got her cell phone and dialed. She sputtered Italian while pacing back and forth waving her hands around. While she talked to her husband, Lucia rubbed her nipples several times and played with her hair. I hoped they were not arguing.

“I told Sebastiano we were topless and drunk by the pool, and he told me to have a nice chiavata with you.”

“Oh, what does that mean?” I asked curiously.

“He said I should have a nice fuck with you! But I didn’t explain to him that I was really going to do it,” said Lucia smiling.

“So…does that mean that you are really going to fuck me now?” I asked, holding my breath.

She delayed several maltepe escort seconds rubbing her stomach. “Yes, darling,” she said shyly. “Sebastiano gave me permission. Maybe we should shower and then go to the bedroom. I have not had sexo lesbico in many years. You may get me addicted again.” She kissed me sweetly on the lips.

She took my hand and led me to the outdoor shower. We stripped out of our bikini panties and Lucia washed my ass with soap. She turned me around backwards and pressed her crotch into my butt cheeks. She grabbed my boobs from behind and mashed them slowly, softly turning the nipples. I pressed my ass against her pussy, knowing that she would enjoy the pressure. She pushed back, and I sensed that the pressure on her vagina was giving her immense pleasure.

She bent down behind me and planted kisses on my butt cheeks. Soon her finger tickled my butt hole several times before it wandered to my neck and arms. In spite of my surprise, I was squirming with pleasure with the ass play. I’d never considered anal sex, and was learning that it is all about the touch. Her sensuousness passion got me even hotter. She lathered up on both side and inserted fingers into both my holes, which got me very horny. She pumped me slowly in the ass with her soapy finger.

I felt very warm inside as I became more aroused. My knees were getting week, and I decided to stop her there, rushing to soap her up and progress to her bed. I shut off the water and took her hand to go to her bedroom.

As we walked, I whispered, “You seem very experienced Lucia. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I’ve know for a long time that I wanted to try. I think that you are so pretty.”

“I also think you are pretty, molto bella!” Lucia said.

“I am molten lava! This is so hot!” I answered. “Lucia…Sit on your bed and spread your legs. I want to experiment with eating pussy.”

“You get me excited when you talk vulgar, Ginny.”

She opened her legs and I explored her hairy fajita. I softly flicked at the rubbery lips. I was worried about getting a public hair in my mouth.

The taste of her pussy was fresh and clean. The deeper I licked the more she responded with slick goo. It was time to finger her.

I probed two middle fingers into her, like I was holding a bowling ball. I pumped her steadily trying to match what I enjoyed in sexual encounters. “Oaah!” she moaned. “Faster Amore!” I think she wanted more.

She made interesting faces, when I sucked her naples and played with her pussy. She was obviously incredibly turned on. She was trashing on the bed, grinding her ass and stomach everywhere I wanted to give her multiple origami.

I took my free hand and stimulated her Clint. Soon she started screaming in her language, “Dios Mio! AAiiy, Che delicia! Orggh! Puta!” Lucia was cumming on my hand. Wow what a passionate woman!

I snuck a taste of her womanly cream. It was a very interesting taste, not as thick as sperm.

“You have awakened the animal within me. Now be prepared for beautiful oral sex,” she boasted. She planted her beautiful face in my pussy.

“Wow, Lucia. This is incredible! OOoohh!” I moaned. “Oh, just like that.”

She licked in big wet circles. She inserted one finger in my pussy and sucked my Clint. I began to buck like a Bronco, knowing that I would cum soon.

Every time I got close, she would back off keeping me on the edge. Five times she brought me so close only to slow down. The last time she slapped my ass several times, before diving back into my pussy and sucking so hard.

“Eeuunnnh! Aiy!! OOOooohhhh!” My head almost went Pop! Oh that was so strong! “Lucia, you are such a good lover! That was fantastic.”

We lay there cuddling for a few minutes, our faces and legs smeared in female juices.

Soon I was surprised to hear her phone ring. She answered in Italian. “Si Mi Amore! Claro.” And then she turned to me and handed me the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”

“He wants to talk to me?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes, it is my husband,” she explained.

Sebastiano had a loud brash voice. “So this is Ginny, right? You are in bed with my wife making love to her?”

“Yes, I am sorry. I thought you had said that it is ok?” I answered frightened.

“Don’t worry. I want you to come over anytime my wife is left alone on a business trip,” Sebastiano told me. “She always told me that she missed sex since she was in boarding school. I never wanted to hold her back. I would rather she have you than take a man to be her lover.”

“Well, I am happy you feel that way. Your wife is very lovely,” feeling less nervous now.

“Well, Ginny thanks for entertaining her. She was becoming obsessed with finding a lesbian friend. I am returning in two days, but I have another trip very soon,” replied Sebastiano. “Ok, let me speak with my wife now.”

So they chattered in Italian, while she played with my breast, and kissed my check.

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I walked into the old high school gym for my 10-year high school reunion. I took a look around and didn’t see anyone I wanted to talk to, I walked to the bar, grabbed a drink and found a table in the corner. I sat and watched my former school mates pass by. Some gave me a once over glance but not a one of them remembered me. Then I saw her. Christy Lang was still beautiful; she was wearing a simple violet shift. I watched as she walked to the bar, got a drink and searched the room for a seat. Seeing a free seat at my table she walked over and smiled and asked…

“Would you mind if I sat with you?”

“No, not at all, have a seat.”

She smiled as she sat down and I noticed she was scanning the crowd, but she had her head down just a bit as if she was hoping not to be recognized. Although I knew who she was I couldn’t think of a good way to break the ice so I simply asked her…

“Your Christy right?”

She turned to me and did a double take and then responded…

“Yea…That’s right…”

Smiling at her I told her…

“I know you’re trying to figure out who I am. Am I right?”

“Just a bit…There’s somethin’ bout you but I just can’t put my finger on it…”

I smiled as I watched her try to figure out who I was. Finally I asked her…

” So do you want to guess who I am or should I just go ahead and tell you.”

“Was it Home Economics? Or maybe Gym…”

“Home Economics, Gym and English.”

“Oh please tell me so I can feel the idiot…”

“Tell you what, why don’t I give you a hint…”

She was still trying to figure it out as she said…

“English too?? Hmmmmm.”

Then it dawned on her…

“Jessie? You sat in front of me…”

I smiled and said…”Yes it’s me, I sat in front of you in English, had a locker next to yours jr. year.”

“Oh my goodness… how are you? God you look damn good…” She exclaimed.

” I’m good and thank you.”

“I dropped my history book on your foot…”

“Yea my toe was swollen for a week.”

“You as you always did look great.”

“Thanks but I didn’t think so… You really want to be here or would you like to go outside and talk a bit? This music is wreaking havoc on my senses…”

“Yea I know what you mean, I wasn’t too fond of this music back then and now it’s just irritating.”

I said as I rolled my eyes. I stood up and adjusted the green blouse and black skirt I was wearing. She smiled as she watched me get up; she finished off her drink, stood and adjusted her dress. She said…

“It’s beautiful outside this night…”

“Yes it is.”

I stood to the side and waited for Christy to take the lead. Smiling she walked outside turning to look over her shoulder every now and then to make sure I was behind her. As we walked out she called to me…

“Come on Jessie come look at the moon.”

I walked behind her watching her sexy ass sway. Before I knew what I was saying the words fell out of my mouth.

“Oh I’m looking at the moon and it is very nice.”

She laughed and turned to look at me and said…

“Aye that is a very expensive moon too…If you’d rather just go I can get my driver to come around…”

I smiled and blushed a bit before responding…

“Sorry, ummm no we don’t need your driver, lets just talk a bit.”

She laughed again and said…

“Its okay Jessie… I wasn’t gonna do anything… I hate these gatherings… There are tables over here…”

Christy sat down and looked out over the moon. I sat down next to her and said…

“I don’t even know why I bothered to come back … I should have just stayed gone.”

“Jessie… no.. Don’t ever say that. You were smart… you were going places. My looks are what got me out of here…”

“Yea I got out cause I got a scholarship, I have been gone from this town for 10 yrs and I get an invite to come back and here I am…back in high school.”

She kinda hung her head and said…

“I won’t even say how I got out… I’m not proud of it… You were always smart and pretty and I was such a mean person and I am sorry…Look at you… What degree did you get? Where did you go? Did you get married? Kids?”

“Christy you were one of the few “popular kids” that actually spoke to me and was kind of nice.”

“Not from what I remember…”

“I have a degree in creative writing and photography.”

Sighing she leaned against the wall and began talking.

“I don’t get to do stuff like this… not since high school… I’ve not had a night to myself… for myself in so long I Can’t remember… Creative writing ’tis good and photography I’m picking that up…”

“Really? I love photography. I did get married but it only lasted 2 yrs, no kids. What about you? Did you get married any kids?”

“I’m into photography because of my job… You didn’t hear about that whole Orlando Bloom thing… no, no kiddos though I want one badly…”

I was a bit confused…

“No what Orlando Bloom thing?”

She pulled out a wedding picture and said…

“It was a freak thing and avrupa yakası escort it lasted five years… ONLY cause he was off on his movies I was off on mine…”

“Oh that’s right you are in movies now, I think I saw one of your movies.”

She nodded and said…

“Afraid so…I’m afraid to ask which one…”

“You were in ‘secrets of the heart ‘ or something like that right?”

Christy started laughing hard and said…

“The Ewan Macgregor one… Yeah.”

Laughing with her…

“Yea my roommate rented that one night…she has a HUGE crush on you. It was actually a pretty good movie.”

“I’ll take that as a complement… as I do really prefer the ladies… Pretty Good? Gods I hate that one… though Ewan is pretty hot and a damn good actor…”

“Well i’m not much on love stories, now I love a good murder mystery. Or anything that Sandra Bullock does.”

Christy chuckled and said…” Sandra… yeah.”

“But I don’t get much time to watch movies with my job. Too busy running around trying to get the right pic of the right person for the story.”

“That’s understandable… What is your job?”

“Ohhh I’m a reporter/photographer for Country Weekly.”

She smiled and said…”good press…I know that one… same here… I am to the point I hate movies… ”

“Yea they pay good, I get to meet lots of celebrities. And it gives me a slight inside track to my goal.”

“Which is?”

“To be a singer songwriter.”

“I know people…”

“Oh I know a few ppl…and when I get back to TN i’m scheduled to make a demo for some big wigs.”

Christy stood up quickly and silently moved a little bit further down the walk and gazed out over the canyon. She was silent a few moments before she spoke again.

“It is always so pretty up here… I’ve forgotten… Or maybe I didn’t have time to look before.”

She pulled her hair over her shoulder she closed her eyes and basked in the moonlight, listening to the waterfall down the waterfall. Then she said in almost a whisper…

“So very pretty…”

I walked up beside her and said…

“Yea I used to come up here all the time when I was sad or upset.”

“I would have liked that luxury I wasn’t allowed to be sad, or depressed, or to frown. I wasn’t allowed to be anything except what I was told. You know I wanted to be a nurse…”

“No really? My parents wanted me to be a doctor, they wanted me to follow in my dads footsteps.”

Nodding she turned to look at me…

“Aye… a nurse… could you imagine…but a doctor that would have been something.”

“You would have made a good nurse. Yea well they freaked when I told them I wasn’t interested in medicine. So why didn’t you become a nurse?”

“This called to me and it was fast money…fast money for a dirty habit…”

“I always thought acting would be great, glamours even.”

“Yeah… if you can find a good way to stay awake and full of energy.”

“Yea I imagine it does take a lot out of you.”

Watching me she grew quiet again. I turned to her and asked her if she would like to go get some coffee somewhere.

“Sure…if you want.”

I started walking towards the parking lot; Christy just followed me silently, mumbling to herself. I looked over my shoulder at her and called out laughingly…

“Hey you! Quit staring at my ass and come on.”

Blushing at being caught staring she hurried to catch up with me.

Christy looked at me and said…

“You are a sweet heart and a minx now take me to this place… before I change my mind and get my car…”

I opened the passenger door for her and went around and got in. She smiled and said thank you as she got in.

“Do you know if Gordy’s is still open?”

She shrugged and said…

“I was sleeping when teddy drove through town.”

“Ok, I guess we’ll find out.”

“I’m sorry Jessie… I just didn’t bother to look I didn’t think I’d meet anyone.”

“No big deal. I think I still know the way…after all it is only 3 miles from where I used to live.”

Christy laughed and said…

“Bet you don’t know where I lived.”

I turned to look at her and smiled as I said…

“Bet I do.”

Shaking her head she said…

“I told people one place but it was a lie…”

I looked at her seriously and said…

“You lived exactly 5 houses down from where I lived. The house was blue with black shutters.”

She quirked a ‘raven brow’ at me, and said…

“You win… pick your prize.”

“I worked in the office at school and I gave your lil sister a ride home one day.”

“Hmmm do I get anything I want?”

“Anything you want and that’s cool. Amanda never said you brought her home the brat.”

“Yea I kinda asked her not to tell you.”

I pretended to think about what I wanted. Then as we pulled into the parking lot of ‘Gordy’s’ I told her what I wanted.

“Hmmm I think I’ll take…an autograph.”

Christy raised the other eyebrow to meet the already anadolu yakası escort raised one. Smirking at me she asked…

“An autograph? Where would you like it?”

I wanted to see how far she would go so I unbuttoned the first 3 buttons on my blouse and pointing towards my cleavage and said…

“How about right here.”

“Lots of places there.”

She pulled a sharpie marker pen from her purse.

I smiled and asked her what she was waiting for. She smiled and cupped my right breast and held it firmly as she scrawled…’Christy Bloom…For my first fan.’ Then she asked…

“How’s that?”

I looked down.

“I can’t believe you just signed my tit… Laura is never going to believe this. She didn’t believe me when I told her I went to school with you.”

Christy started laughing really hard and then she said…

“I…I… I’m sorry…”

I gave her a quizzical look and asked what she was sorry about. She responded that she was sorry for her fit of laughter. As I was buttoning up my blouse I said.

“Ahhh don’t worry bout it. Now how about that cup of coffee?”

“Coffee would be good before I make an utter ass of myself…”

“As long as it looks as good the rest of you I don’t see what the problem would be.” I said giving her a wink.

We walked into the diner and grabbed a both in the back. She smiled and said it was a nice booth.

“This is possibly the only thing I miss about this town”

It’s a beautiful place… I like it. Didn’t even know it was here.

She pulled the sharpie back out and pulled a napkin from the dispenser. I watched as she scribbled her name and number on the napkin.

“Give me a call anytime… I’ll come see you.”

I took the napkin and tucked it into my cleavage and told her I would. She laughed lightly and then said…

“You truly are beautiful. So tell me about where you live now.”

“Well I live downtown Nashville in a 2 bedroom apartment.”

“Very nice.”

“I share the apartment with a girl I met when I first moved to Tennessee.”

“Nice… She a good girl?”

“Yea she’s a sweetie.”

“I’m happy for you… I live with three cats.”

“I think one of the biggest reasons she and I get along is cause i’m hardly ever home. And that’s also the reason we aren’t lovers anymore…go figure.”

I laughed and said…”when she sees this napkin she’s gonna freak.”

She just sat there staring at me for a few minutes, before she said…

“Too much… I’m always impressed by my fans.”

“What?”

” Never mind… How they react… are they screamers… pullers… gropers… groupies… Its all good…”

I leaned across the table took her hands in mine and simply said…

“If you want to know something about me just ask. I’m an open book.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

She said as she rubbed the sides of my hands with her thumbs. I stared into her eyes.

“Start anywhere. Anything you want to know.”

“Well are you happy where you are?”

“Yea I like my job I like my roommate. The apartment and the neighborhood leaves a lil to be desired but it’s all good.”

“Then that is all I need to know… honestly you are happy.”

“Yes I’m happy…are you?”

“Well anytime you wanna visit LA come on out.”

“Actually i’m going to be in LA next week.”

“No.”

“Yea.”

“Then stay in my house… I have plenty of room you won’t have to rent anything.”

“I’m covering the premier of the new Reba McEntire movie.”

“Then I am close.”

“Really? Are you going to be at the premiere by chance?”

“Yes really… I always mean what I say. Yeah… Orlando and I had all ready planned for it and can’t pull out now… Unless you would like to go with him.”

“No that’s quite alright, besides I’m going to be working. I’m finally going to get to meet my long time idol.”

“Which is? Reba I’m guessing.”

“Yea, over the years i’ve taken dozens of pics of her.”

“Then come with me and Orlando… we are having dinner with her afterward.”

“Oh.”

“Aye… his sister Sam is just as infatuated with her.”

“Great! So what about you miss thing…when am I going to hear about you doing a big movie premiere of your own?”

“A movie premiere… When hell freezes over and the feud between me and nummy is over I’m sure they will give me a good flick with an awesome premier.”

“Well as soon as that happens…you let me know and I’ll be there.”

“All right.”

I looked at her for a few moments before I got the nerve to tell her what I’ve been trying to tell her all night.

“I want to tell you something, something that i’m sure you had no idea about. But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

“Go on. Laugh? I don’t laugh at anyone.”

“In high school I had a major crush on you. I used to fantasize about being with you.”

“Really?” She asked blushing slightly.

Blushing as well I said…”yea, the whole 4 years.”

“That’s awesome.” etiler escort She said with a big smile.

“You think me having a crush on you in school is awesome?”

“Darlin… I’ve always been saying a little bit after women.” She said with a nod.

“So if I had had the nerve to tell you when we were in school what would you have said?”

“I probably would have dated you no problem.”

“Yea right!”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No I don’t.”

“I don’t know. I mean face it Christy you barely even knew who I was in school.”

“There has to be something… I did know who you were… who else in that damned room remembered your name let alone any classes they took with you. Jessica… I knew who you were… what perfume your preferred and I loved that tank top dress you used to wear.”

I stared at her with my mouth open.

“I- I never knew. I mean I was such a geek.”

“I had no intention of telling anyone. I thought I Was alone… look it how small this town was is. You were a very pretty geek… you have natural beauty. I looked forward to gym just so I could see you.”

I leaned back and told her thanks.

“Your welcome.”

“God I wish I would have known, you were the only reason I bothered with gym or dressing out. Only one person the entire time I was in school ever paid me any attention.”

She quirked that raven brow at me again, and asked…

“Who was it?”

“Ohhh you don’t want to know.”

“Sure I do.”

I lowered my head and mumbled…

“Your sister.”

“Amanda? Really?”

She turned her face away from me and took a few minutes to collect her thoughts. Then said…

“I’m glad you had someone… That’s good.”

“Yea she and I were allot alike.”

“I’m happy for you though.”

“God do you know she wanted to tell you? I told her you would freak out.”

“Then I would have been happy for her too… You weren’t mine. I had no say.”

“I thought you would freak just from the fact that she was with another girl. Neither of us knew about you.”

“I’ve been this way since I was little… no one did…no one does.”

“I’m the same way. I could never tell my family. Only a few close friends in Tennessee know.”

She nodded. I reached out and took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“Would you like to get out of here and raid the mini bar in my hotel room?”

Laughing she asked…”Trying to get me drunk? I can do that on my own just fine but for you I will grant you anything. I always would have.”

“No i is not trying to get you drunk… or at least not to take advantage of you.”

Shaking her head she said…”that’s not what I meant.”

“No I know…I was just joking with you.”

“All right.”

I stood up and made my way to the register paid the bill and then returned to the table to grab my stuff. Upon returning to the table I asked Christy if she was ready.

“Yeah.”

We got in the car and I plugged in a tape and we were on our way. Christy stared out the window and remarked on how the place hasn’t changed any. She turned to look at me and said…

“You know you are still very beautiful.”

“Ty…so are you. You know I think your even more beautiful now.”

“I don’t think I am… I’m a glam slut… you are gorgeous… very natural.”

I reached over and took her hand.

“Don’t say that, you are gorgeous…you always were.”

“Thank you.” She said as she entwined her fingers in mine.

We held hands the whole drive back to my hotel. We smiled at each other several times. There were several minutes of silence before I told her…

“I used to love watching you run laps in gym.”

“Why? ME and my big breasts… Me and running never got along.”

“No you always looked so happy when you ran laps, I liked the way your hair bounced.”

“I have always ran from my pain… running gave me comfort.”

“I never liked running, I always avoided running at all costs. I would always just drown my pain in a pint of been and jerry’s.”

Smiling she lifted my hand to her lips and asked…

“Why? You were beautiful hush.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Fine you weren’t… you were horribly unpleasant… unattractive. IS that what you were after Jessie? Because its not true…”

“Well if it’s not true then how come no one but Amanda ever showed any interest in me what so ever…I mean not even to be my friend.”

“Because mean people suck… Jessie… that was then this is now.”

“Yea now I have the exact opposite problem… when guys see me now all they see is my looks and all they ever want is sex.”

“Welcome to my world.”

” Yea guys suck.”

“I’ll admit it Jessie… I love what I’m seeing now but I loved old Jessie too.”

“I believe you. Really I do.”

“I just want you ever happy.”

As we pulled into the hotel parking lot I turned to look at her.

“I’m happy right now right here with you.”

She smiled and said…

“Then I am all ready happier than ever.”

I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. Smiling she cupped my face in her hands, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. I pulled back from the kiss and looked at her.

“That was…was, really nice.”

“I’m sorry… I had no right to kiss you like that.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. After all I kissed you first.”

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