A Bowl of Cherries

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Molly slammed the door behind her, disgusted. Another Friday night wasted at the office.

She had called Richard for to cancel their date for the third week in a row. Sometimes she regretted putting her career ahead of her personal life, but too many people depended on her at work, and she depended on this job to pay for her Manhattan apartment, car, and other bills, which she could barely afford even with her executive salary.

It was way past dinnertime and she was hungry, and horny, and sleepy all at once. This would have been their third date and Molly was yearning for some intimacy. With Richard’s schedule at the hospital it might be another week or two before they could get together.

Molly went to the kitchen to see what she could find, which wasn’t much since she rarely had time to go shopping. A tossed salad would have been nice, but the lettuce was wilted, and had to be tossed. Nothing quick to prepare in the freezer either – she had taken her last frozen dinner into work today, which ironically she didn’t even have time to eat.

The only things left were a can of whipped cream and some cherries, which she was going to use to turn herself into a dessert for Richard. The whipped cream would keep, but the cherries were almost a week old already. Cherries sometimes gave Molly strange dreams, but a girl’s gotta eat, so she took them into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

Molly turned on the TV and flipped through the channels three times before she found something interesting. She didn’t even know why she paid for cable anymore, not having watched anything this month.

9 1/2 weeks was on one of the movie channels. She had seen it before but it was one of her favorites. During a slow scene she got up and opened the bottle of wine that she had been saving for her date. She had to have sex tonight, even if it was with herself.

Although Molly was not in the same league as Kim Basinger, she identified with the character of Elizabeth. Before she made VP at the bank, her blonde hair was halfway down her back, but she had to shorten it to shoulder length to keep it manageable. As she watched, she twisted it between her fingers.

This is not to mean that she wasn’t attractive. Quite the contrary; men often stared at her in restaurants, which was frequently since she couldn’t remember when she had a home-cooked meal. Molly had a game she played with them – whenever she noticed someone ogling her out of the corner of her eye, she would turn zonguldak escort towards him and look right back. In fact, that is how she met Richard – he was one of the very few that didn’t quickly glance away.

Molly also fancied herself an art lover, attending gallery openings and visiting museums. Well, before her schedule got so busy. She also had similar breasts, in size and shape.

After a few minutes of rubbing herself through her panties, Molly pulled them aside, then took them off because they were getting in the way. Molly was glad she wore a skirt today, so she could more convincingly play the role of Elizabeth masturbating to the slide show. She could have came right there, but she wanted to save it for the kitchen scene. That’s when Molly finished the last of the cherries, her eyes closed to pretend being blindfolded as she increased her pace.

The doorbell rang, then twice more. Molly awoke unsatisfied; the alcohol and sheer exhaustion had robbed her of her climax. She looked groggily at her watch, 11:03 – who could it be at this hour? She was almost to the door when she remembered what she had been doing, and ran back to kick her panties under the couch.

Molly was pleasantly surprised to see Richard staring back at her through the peephole. Even though Richard was ruggedly handsome with a great ass, Molly thought that his eyes were his best feature. She could spend hours watching them sparkle and dance, if only she could spare the time.

As soon as she opened the door, Richard reached around her head and pulled them together. He breathed her scent in deeply. Molly hoped that she smelled better than she felt. Although she wasn’t as tired due to her nap, she did have a whole bottle of wine and hoped that Richard didn’t notice.

Richard then began softly kissing Molly’s neck, moving down towards her chest. It was fine with Molly if things progressed quickly, even though they had not been together before, but she secretly hoped that he would nibble her ear – maybe even slip his tongue in. Perhaps sensing Molly’s desires, Richard reversed course, working his way back up, then pulling on her earlobe with his tender lips. After a few encouraging moans from Molly, he worked his tongue inside, which instantly aroused her.

Molly grabbed Richard’s head with both hands and pressed their lips together. She was not usually the aggressor but she thrust her tongue between his lips, fucking his mouth. Molly fethiye escort tilted her head to the side so she could cover Richard’s lips with her own, then continued her assault for several minutes.

After Molly stopped to catch her breath, Richard asked her if she would like to drive down to Atlantic City. He too was frustrated that they had to miss their special night, and thought that they could still find plenty to do even at this late hour.

Molly quickly agreed, volunteering to drive despite still being a bit tipsy. She wanted to let loose tonight; besides, her convertible would get them there sooner than Richard’s luxury sedan.

It was a warm night so they put the top down. After navigating through the relatively light late-night city traffic Molly got on the New Jersey turnpike.

Richard mentioned going to a 24-hour sushi bar at one of the casinos, then playing some craps or blackjack, but Molly had only one thing on her mind, and he had given her a naughty thought.

“Go down on me,” she said with a wicked smile on her face.

Richard looked at Molly, not sure he had heard her right, with all the wind noise.

“What?”

“Eat me out,” she yelled to be sure he got the message.

Richard glanced down at Molly’s lap and started to object. “I’m not sure it’s safe; I’m not sure it’s even possible.”

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy. Besides, you were the one who wanted sushi.”

Richard wanted sex as much as Molly, maybe even more. As a surgeon, his hours were long and unpredictable, and he often got called in for emergencies during the little free time he had.

“Hold the wheel,” Molly asked while on a straight stretch of the road. When she made the suggestion she remembered all of the movie scenes with oral sex in a car, and thought it would be hot. None of them had a woman in the driver’s seat, though. Maybe Richard was right, but she was too horny not to give it her best try.

After hiking up her skirt to her chest, Molly moved the seat to the rear and reclined the back a little. She then slid about halfway forward to provide better access. However, even after spreading her legs there would be no way for Richard to get his head between them. In desperation she had a stroke of genius. Molly grabbed her left ankle and lifted her leg over the wheel, resting it on the dashboard.

As Richard gave control back to Molly and tried to move into position, he kept hitting his head on the alanya escort steering wheel. She tilted it up and out of the way to give him some more room. Even with all the gymnastics, Richard could barely reach Molly’s clit with the tip of his tongue.

Molly still had to concentrate on driving, but it had been so long since she had oral that she caught herself weaving slightly and made sure to pay at least some attention to what was going on outside the car.

“Fuck, Yeah!” Molly shouted into the night as the wind blew through her hair; her right hand on Richard’s head, steering with the left. Richard had one hand on Molly’s armrest and the other braced on the center console, arching his body over the shifter. They were playing a kinky and dangerous game of Twister, which heightened Molly’s excitement. She shoved his head down as far as it would go.

“Suck my clit, bitch.”

Richard tried to speak, but she couldn’t make out a word. Anyway, it didn’t matter since she was almost there.

A few more slurps and Molly began to come. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open and focused on the road. It was a strange thing to notice, but her spasms were timed perfectly with the center line. If only her orgasm would stretch on forever like the highway.

After she regained her composure, Richard returned to his seat and held the wheel again so she could adjust everything to where it was. Shifting herself backwards, Molly felt her juices and Richard’s spit on her legs.

“Shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Shit! Shit! Shit! This is a lease, the seat is ruined. Fuck!”

Molly turned on the map light. As she looked down to survey the damage, she swerved towards the median and clipped two reflector posts before coming to a stop on the shoulder, her heart beating 90 miles an hour. The check engine warning began chiming. Molly turned the car off and the alarm wouldn’t stop. She turned to ask Richard what to do, but he was gone. She looked back at the dashboard and it was gone, too.

Molly suddenly jumped up. She wasn’t in her convertible, she was still on the couch. And that noise wasn’t the car, it was her doorbell. Molly looked at her watch – 11:03. Was it a coincidence… or a sign?

“Be right there,” she shouted, rushing to the door. Molly looked back at her leather sofa – not only did she have to hide her panties, but she had left a large puddle on the center cushion. That would be expensive to replace, but at least it wasn’t the car seat. She covered it with a throw pillow first, then decided to flip it over, in case her visitor was Richard and he wanted to come in.

It was indeed Richard. He wasn’t even inside the door before he began angling for a kiss. Putting a finger on his chin, Molly asked “Do you want to go for a drive?” as she reached for her keys.

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Chapter One

So, there I was sitting in my middle class living room, in my middle class life being bored as hell. I always thought the phrase bored to tears was just a euphemism, but oh no – I was genuinely struggling to fight back tears of pure unadulterated boredom.

Don’t get me wrong, usually I was pretty happy with my life. I enjoyed my job, my boyfriend was a genuinely caring nice guy, we had good friends to go out with, and money wasn’t so tight that we couldn’t treat ourselves every now and again and have some good holidays. All in all Pete & I had it pretty good, and there in lies the problem – Pete was away on business and wouldn’t be back for at least 4 or 5 days& I was bored!.

I know what you’re thinking – middle class woman lost without her man, but you’re wrong. I had friends I could call, people I could see, pubs I could go to, but I wasn’t interested in any of it. It all seemed just as boring as staying at home in front of the TV; it all seemed too NORMAL!

I was desperate to do something daring, flamboyant, extreme or exotic but it was all so far away from my normal life I had no idea where to start. I wanted to greet Pete on his return with “you’ll never guess what I’ve spent the last few days doing”, & the fact that I couldn’t even think where to start was the most depressing of all.

I thought about my friends and who I could turn to for inspiration, but they’re all in the same rut as me and I couldn’t think of a single likely candidate or potential ally in a wild venture. I thought of the people I work with but they’re mostly really nice people with families who gave up wild some years ago when they decided to ‘settle down’ to a normal life. The only one who offered any hope was a new girl called Cally who’d started a few weeks ago. She always seemed to have great stories of how she’d spent her weekends and never seemed to have a dull moment but I didn’t have her number and besides, I’d only chatted to her a few times & wouldn’t have felt comfortable calling her out of the blue. You see, I really am just a plain Jane usually and she’s such a free spirit, I could imagine her laughing at the very idea of me wanting to join in with her shenanigans.

The next day at work was a Friday which is always my busiest day and the morning whizzed by without me having time to think about anything other than work. It was a bank holiday weekend so I was even busier than usual. At lunchtime I stopped and popped into a local café for a sandwich and a coffee. My food had just arrived & I was engrossed in the crossword when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Cally standing there. “I’m sorry Cat, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I was wondering if I could share your table” she asked very tentatively. My god am I really so scary?

I looked around – the café had filled up since I came in and there were only a few seats left. “of course you can, don’t sound so worried, I don’t bite” I replied with my biggest, friendliest smile.

“I wasn’t worried; I just assumed that you’d be waiting for someone to join you. It didn’t occur to me that someone like you would be eating alone”.

“Someone like me?” I almost snorted coffee down my nose. “You make me sound vaguely interesting!” I laughed. “It’s funny, I was just sitting and thinking last night how I’d like to be more like you. You seem to have such exciting weekends and my life is beginning to seem a little dull right now. I have a whole weekend to fill and I’m struggling for ideas that don’t seem mundane. In fact the only thing I’ve come up with to fill part of 3 days is a trip to Stonehenge”

“What a fab idea, I wish I’d thought of doing something like that”

“Surely you’ve got a whole weekend full of wonderful things planned” I replied in surprise, “you always have packed weekends with friends in clubs & you’re such a lively outgoing person you must have masses of friends to keep you busy?”

“Actually I’m in a bit of a rut myself. I spend most of my time with the same friends in the same club. I have a bit of an alternative lifestyle so it kind of suits me to spend my time with like minded people but it does get kind of dull & repetitive after a while”

As she was saying this I noticed that her normally bright and shining green eyes lost some of their usual sparkle and she suddenly seemed so sad.

“Hey what’s up?” oh god, it seemed I’d upset her somehow but I didn’t know why.

“Sorry” She sniffed “I’ve just split up with my partner and I’m not finding it easy to adjust”.

“So why don’t you join me tomorrow? We could make a day of it and take a picnic; the weather’s supposed to be great”

“I couldn’t impose on your weekend; I’d feel like a spare wheel with you and your fella”

I laughed at the thought that she felt she would be putting me out when I’d be glad of the company – or was she just politely saying that she didn’t want to spend the day with me regardless of how bad she was feeling?

I took the plunge and giresun escort risked the rejection I felt sure was on its way. “My fella’s away on business for the whole weekend so I’m going alone. I’d really appreciate the company. It wouldn’t be the same without someone to share it with & I’m determined not to spend the weekend doing the same old things!”

“In that case I’d love to come!” she beamed “I haven’t been to the Henge since I was a kid & it’s about time I went again” Was this part of her ‘alternative lifestyle’ I wondered. I thought of her long sinewy frame, elfin features and close cropped hair and suddenly had visions of her in a druid’s cloak & I had to stifle a giggle.

The next morning I pulled up outside Cally’s flat bright and early so we could get some road behind us before the Bank holiday traffic started to build. I tooted my horn and waited but nothing happened. After about 10 mins I decided to knock on her door and was just climbing out of the car when she emerged. I was completely taken aback by this vision of loveliness that greeted me. The austere work suits had been replaced by a pair of tight denim cut offs that hugged her arse like a second skin, and her long legs were tanned and well shaped and toned. She wore a tight white sleeveless tee shirt which displayed arms that were as tanned and as beautifully shaped as her legs, and accentuated her boobs nicely. I couldn’t help noticing that her tits were bigger than I’d realised, but that they must be beautifully formed as they were standing proud without the aid of a bra. This was obvious by the way that her nipples were straining against the cotton of her tee shirt.

With her hair still wet and tousled from the shower and an impish grin on her face she ran over to the car, pecked me on the cheek & threw some bags in the boot. “Hi Cat, sorry I’m a few mins late. I’ve had problems with my boiler and can’t get any hot water – I’ve just had the coldest shower ever but at least I’m wide awake now” she chortled. I guess that explained the nipples then!

She had the cutest little laugh. “No not a druid” I thought, “more like a beguiling fairy of some description, and possibly a slightly naughty fairy at that!”

“No problem” I said, still coming to terms with how great she looked in this simple outfit, and more importantly the effect it was having on me, “you look absolutely fabulous – are you one of these people who always know exactly what clothes you look good in or do you just look good in everything?”

“Me? Well, I don’t know” she stammered, slightly embarrassed “I mean thanks for the compliment, I try to look after my body, but I think I’m too gangly”.

“Well I think you look great. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you, let’s get out of here and hit the road, I hope you can read a map?”

The next 2 hours whizzed by. We chatted easily about all sorts of topics, some silly some serious, and soon found ourselves in Andover where we decided to stop for brunch. We sat outside a lovely little café with the sun beating down upon us, munching on hot bacon sandwiches and drinking cool iced tea. The weather was getting hotter and hotter and it wasn’t even 11am yet. I leaned forward in my plastic chair and felt my tee shirt stuck to my back with sweat. I’d left my hat in the car and I could feel the sweat running down my scalp into my neck. I was betting that I looked like a beetroot!

Suddenly I started as I felt something cool and damp on the back of my neck. Cally had taken a washcloth from a Tupperware box that she’d brought filled with iced water and was swabbing my neck with it – it felt utterly delicious! “I wish I’d thought to bring……” I started. “Shush. Just close your eyes and concentrate on the cool cloth”

I closed my eyes & did as I was told. Cally refreshed the cloth in the cold water and placed it under my hairline at the back of my neck and squeezed until the icy cold water was running down my back. I let out an involuntary gasp & shivered as she moved the cloth around ensuring that all of the back of my neck was cool. I nearly opened my eyes but Cally stopped me by placing the cold cloth over my face, caressing my skin with cool water, “Mmmmm that feels SO good” I murmured, but I didn’t get to say anything else before the cloth was refreshed and placed under my chin and squeezed again. The cold water ran down the base of my throat and down onto my breasts. I could feel my nipples stand to attention instantly from the sensuous strokes of the cloth and the cold water, and then the cloth was moving and filling the area of skin left exposed by the deep V neck of my tee shirt. I was in heaven as this pixy woman caressed the top of my ample breasts with the soft cloth, both cooling my skin & setting it on fire at the same time.

I opened my eyes to find Cally staring intensely at my face.

“Wow” I was at a loss for words; I didn’t think I should let Cally know just how much I had been yalova escort turned on by her ministrations.

“I didn’t mean to get so intimate” she smiled coyly “but you looked like you were enjoying it so much I couldn’t help myself”

I laughed. So much for not letting her know she’d turned me on! I looked down at my tits to find my nipples still proud and at attention under my now wet & see-through tee shirt “you seem to have had quite an impact” I stated boldly.

“Sorry. I don’t normally start fondling women uninvited, but those breasts are kind of mesmerizing” So now I understood the comment about her ‘Alternative lifestyle’!

“I don’t usually allow my self to be fondled uninvited, by men or women, but I’d be lying if I denied finding that deeply wonderful. Maybe we’d better get to the henge before we cook in this heat”. I said as I started gathering my things, “& just for the record, I think your ex partner must be missing those hands of yours” I said with a wink.

I thought our encounter might make the rest of the day a little strange but I couldn’t have been more wrong. We walked around arm in arm, chatting easily, making jokes and flirting a little with each other. We didn’t cross any boundaries and both of us enjoyed this new found friendly intimacy. I was beginning to think that this could be the start of a really good new friendship.

After we’d walked around Stonehenge several times and discussed the merits of the various ideas of how & why it was built, we decided to find somewhere for our picnic. The area around the Henge itself was full of loud tourists but I didn’t know the area well enough to suggest anything else. Cally however had another suggestion.

“Ok, if you follow my directions I think I can find us a great picnic spot, but don’t tell me off if I get us lost – it’s been a while since I’ve spent any time in this part of the country”

After a 15 minute drive and a couple of wrong turns I started to get a bit worried when the road turned into more of a track, but Cally was beaming that she’d found the right place so I stuck with it and nursed my car over the bumpy road. When we came to a dead end Cally jumped out of the car shouting “stay here a moment, I want to make sure it’s how I remember it” & dashed off into the trees.

After a few moments she came back smiling. “I think you’ll prefer this to all of those awful tourists” and we grabbed the stuff out of the boot and walked toward the trees. Cally told me to watch my step as we entered the woodland and I followed her through some dense foliage that seemed to be a dead end. With that impish grin and a chortle Cally pushed through a bush and disappeared. I followed her and stopped dead in my tracks when I emerged on the other side.

I was standing in a clearing next to a small lake. There were no sounds other than nature itself and I was awestruck but the simple beauty of the place. How did Cally know this was here I wondered? She seemed to read my thoughts. “I went to Uni in Bath and a friend brought me here a couple of times, I didn’t think it would still be here like this though”.

I stared at Cally, at this amazing woman who was full of surprises. “I guess I was wrong about you again”.

“How so?” she asked looking slightly concerned.

“Well first I had you down as a druid, then maybe a witch or a fairy or a pixie, but know I know the truth” I beamed “you’re a wood nymph!”

We laid blankets down on the ground and shared bread and cheese, & cold meats and fruit, all washed down with a well chilled crisp white wine from the cooler in the boot. We chatted aimlessly until the warmth of the sun and the wine started to get the better of me and I dozed off.

I woke to find Cally sunbathing on her front. She’d taken her tee shirt off and was laying there naked from the waist up. I couldn’t take me eye’s off the contours of her well defined back and shoulders – the gentle slop down to that amazing arse, all wrapped up in denim so tight it left little to the imagination.

Suddenly I felt a little impish myself. I reached into the lake and filled a plastic cup with ice cold water & then I tiptoed back and stood over Cally. Slowly I tipped the cup until a steady stream of freezing liquid fell from the cup onto Cally’s hot sweaty back.

“OH MY GOD” she screamed and jumped up in one fluid movement. I was so engrossed in the sight of her naked breasts that I didn’t realize at first that she was lunging at me. She grabbed me around the waist and drove me backwards so quickly that I had no chance to react until I was already falling. I grasped at her wrist to stop myself crashing backwards but the momentum was too great and I tugged her with me. We hit the icy water with an almighty splash & surfaced laughing and gasping for air in the cold, clear water.

We stood up and the water reached just above waist level. Cally came and stood inches in front of me. So close that I could feel yozgat escort the warmth of her breath on my wet face. I was captivated by the sight of her and a small voice from deep inside of me spoke before I had a chance to control it. “I really, really want to touch your tits!” Oh my god – did I just say that?

Cally closed the gap & placed my right hand on her left breast, while covering my mouth with hers in the most delicate, soft and sensual kiss I’ve been privileged to receive. I stood there for a moment unable to comprehend this sensation, but my body took over pretty quickly and I shifted slightly so that I could kiss the side of her neck. She moaned gently as my fingers caressed her rigid nipple and I kissed down her throat and breasts until I had the other nipple gripped lightly in my teeth. I nibbled and sucked and licked – lost in a weird world of feelings. I’d never been this brazen but I was at a loss to ignore the heat starting to grow in my pussy.

Cally lifted my face to hers and kissed me deeply. She took my hand and led me from the lake back to the blankets. With her voice deep & husky “I think we should get out of these wet things before we get cold don’t you?” Before waiting for an answer she took hold of the bottom of my tee shirt & lifted it over my head. I was awestruck by this amazing creature & desperate for her touch but she walked away and draped my top over a branch to dry. She came back and unhooked my bra as I stood in unresisting silence, then she took that and hung it up as well. When she came back she kneeled in front of me with her face inches from my shorts. She slowly undid the zip and tugged the wet cotton over my arse in one swift movement that took my panties off at the same time. She looked up at me with that marvelous grin and lowered her face to me. Her tongue flicked against my clit quickly and my knees buckled with pleasure.

She stepped away from me but her eyes never left mine as she teasingly pealed that tight layer of denim from her to arse, revealing no underwear beneath. I stared at her neatly trimmed pussy & saw how it glistened with moisture.

Longing to touch her just stroking each others arms, back & legs. I could feel the heat building between my legs to an unbearable pleasure.

I rolled Cally onto her back and straddled her, gazing down at her beautiful body below me. I leant forward to kiss her and ground my pussy against hers. I kissed her face and neck before sliding down her body & taking her nipples into my mouth in turn. I sucked on them hard while sliding my right hand down her side to her thigh. She raised herself up to me but I wasn’t making it that easy for her. I caressed her belly and thighs, sliding down to kiss and suck her navel, than bypassing her pussy completely I started kissing her right ankle all the way back up to her thigh.

She was groaning with pleasure and writhing around. I was going to tease further and go to the other ankle but when I reached the top of her inner thigh the musky smell was just too much for me and I ground my face into her pussy. She bucked and pushed herself against me as I fucked her deeply with my tongue – when she sounded like she was about to come so I pulled away and grinned up at her face.

“Oh please Cat!!!!” she pleaded with sheer abandon “you can’t stop now!”

“Oh I’ve only just started!” I breathed as I started to tickle her clit slowly with my tongue. She was so wet and I could feel her juices all over my face and chin. I brought my right hand up and slowly inserted a crooked finger into her pussy and stroked her G spot while licking hard at her clit. Her moaning and bucking intensified and I inserted another finger and increased the pressure of my tongue. The taste and smell of Cally coming into my mouth was too much for me to resist and I could feel myself coming with her as I fought to keep my mouth pressed against her bucking clit until she screamed with pleasure and collapsed backward onto the rug.

“Oh sweet lord!” she grinned at me “you sure know how to eat well” she laughed “That was the most intense orgasm, – I thought you were straight?” I wiggled up to sit next to her.

“Actually I’m Bi – I just happen to have ended up with a guy, but Pete’s Bi too and we have a kind of an open relationship. He manages bands and I’m sure he sleeps with some of them – we just don’t talk about it and he always comes home to me”

“And I thought I was seducing you, well how wrong could I be?”

“Oh you captivated me from the moment you walked to the car with your nipples trying to escape your tee shirt!” I cried laughing.

“Talking of nipples, I’ve wanted to do this all day” Cally pushed me back gently onto the blankek and took one of my nipples into her mouth. She rolled it gently between her teeth while sucking hard and it hurt a little bit and had me squealing in painful ecstasy. She reached down and parted my thighs with her right hand and gasped. “Oh god you’re sooo wet, and hot!” Her fingers stroked in & out of me while her thumb applied constant pressure to my clit – all the while her hot wet mouth never leaving my nipples. Suddenly she plunged 3 fingers deep into my pussy and caressed my G spot fiercely. My body pushed against her hand and face so hard – I was coming and nothing was going to stop me!

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Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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Caitlyn just couldn’t concentrate on her workout. She went to the gym five days a week to work out and stay in shape. And even though the gym she frequented was always full of attractive men and women toning their bodies, it didn’t typically distract her. Today though, this was not the case.

From her position on the treadmill, Caitlyn caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye; an absolutely gorgeous, fit woman working on the lat pull-down bar. Each time she exerted the force to pull the bar down and bring the weights up, Caitlyn could see the muscles of her shoulders and mostly-bare arms strain and bulge. Her skin was so perfectly tan and smooth, too. Caitlyn found herself staring, and shook her head, increasing the speed of her treadmill to try and give herself something else to concentrate on. Still her eyes wandered though.

Oh god, Caitlyn thought. Is she coming this way? Don’t stare. Just focus on your workout. It’s no big deal.

Sure enough, the woman stepped up onto the treadmill right next to Caitlyn and set it to the same speed she was currently jogging at. Their legs and arms began to move almost in unison as Caitlyn tried to watch the woman from the corner of her eye.

“Do you come here often?” The woman suddenly asked in a polite tone, her voice undulating slightly with each footfall on the treadmill.

Be cool, Caity. You’ve talked to plenty of women in this gym before. She’s no different, Caitlyn told herself.

“Every week. You?” She asked, genuinely curious. She couldn’t remember ever laying eyes on this beautiful creature before.

“I just moved to town, so it’s my first day here. I like it though. I might get a year long membership.”

Oh god yes. Please do that. Please.

“It’s a great gym,” Caitlyn said as calmly as possible. “We could be workout partners.”

Workout partners? Why did you just say that? What are you thinking? You don’t even know this woman. Get your head out of your ass, Caitlyn.

The woman flashed a smile though as she began slowing the pace of her treadmill, working it down to a comfortable walk, where she extended her hand across to shake Caitlyn’s.

“I’m Lacey. It’s nice to meet you,” she offered politely.

Caitlyn likewise turned down the speed so her pace matched Lacey’s, and gratefully shook her hand. She took the opportunity to finally get a good, solid look at Lacey. She was a very fit woman, dressed only in a pair of gray workout shorts that clung to her perfectly sculpted thighs and butt, and a matching sports bra that likewise covered her ample chest, yet revealed her toned abs. She had chocolate brown hair that was up in a ponytail, though some strands had come loose from the effort of the workout and hung haphazardly at the sides of her face. Her eyes were the same gentle shade of brown, though Caitlyn swore she saw a fierce fire burning in them.

She wasn’t the only one getting an eyeful though. Lacey likewise took in her new friend’s appearance. Caitlyn was only about an inch or so shorter than herself, about 5’7″. She too had a carefully crafted body from constantly coming to the gym to work out, and was clad in a similar outfit; tight black workout shorts, and an equally well-fitting gray tank-top with a built in sports bra. Her hair was also tied up in a ponytail, though hers was a sandy blonde shade, though it was about the same length as Lacey’s, just a few inches past her shoulders. Her own eyes are a steely blue-gray color, almost like the ocean during a storm.

As Lacey released her hand, she let her fingertips trail lightly over Caitlyn’s palm. Caitlyn could swear she saw sparks and her cheeks flushed bright pink. She quickly turned her head, looking straight foward as she concentrated once again on the treadmill.

She did that on purpose. She knows what she’s doing. She knows what you’re thinking, Cait.

Silence fell over their corner of the gym. The place wasn’t that packed to begin with, but now that they’d stopped conversing temporarily, it was even quieter than before. Thoughts raced through Caitlyn’s brain as she tried to keep herself calm and push back the blush from her cheeks.

Breathe, Caity. Don’t be a weirdo. She’s clearly into you. No one ends a handshake like that. Or do they? Maybe it was just a friendly gesture. Gah! Stop overthinking!

Lacey pressed the button to bring the tread to a stop, and carefully stepped off the machine before placing her hands on her hips.

“It was lovely meeting you, Caitlyn. I’m headed to the locker room, now. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?” She said with a grin before turning on her heel and heading for the women’s locker room.

Caitlyn watched Lacey disappear from sight, erzurum escort her eyes focusing on the woman’s luscious butt as it swayed side to side. She gulped, staring down at the control panel of her treadmill.

What are you doing? Go with her, you idiot! What if she thinks I’m stalking her, though? I don’t want to come off as desperate. Shut up shut up shut up! Just do it. You won’t regret it.

Finally making up her mind, Caitlyn stopped her treadmill and hopped off, before heading into the locker room. She stopped near the entrance, peering around, but not seeing Lacey anywhere in sight.

Maybe she already got into one of the showers? Now there’s a thought…

Caitlyn shuddered thinking of what Lacey must look like naked. She took a deep breath though, keeping herself calm. She rounded the corner and headed past the rows of lockers, to the one closest to the back wall. She always used the very first one, mostly out of habit. She let out a little sigh as she approached her locker and began to rotate the spinner on her lock.

Before she even made it to the second number, she felt herself pushed up against her locker and gasped. She tilted her head enough to see Lacey behind her. She could feel the other woman’s body, perfect breasts and all pressing against her back, and her hands on her hips. She could feel Lacey’s breath on the skin of her ear and neck as the woman whispered.

“You can tell me to stop any time,” Lacey said simply.

Caitlyn remained frozen in shock. Though her toned body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the feeling of the locker against her skin was cold, and it gave her such a strange mixed sensation. She made no effort to push Lacey away, though she couldn’t bring herself to speak, either. At least not out loud. Her internal thoughts flared to life once again.

Oh my god. Is this really happening? Are you going to let this happen? You want this to happen, shut up, you slut. Take it and enjoy it.

Lacey waited only a moment longer, and upon neither hearing nor feeling any resistance from Caitlyn, she slid her hand into the woman’s skintight workout shorts and panties, stretching them slightly as her fingers trailed over the pert cheeks within.

She’s touching your ass. And you’re liking it. Wait, is she going…

It was almost as if Lacey could read her thoughts. She tugged down the Caitlyn’s shorts and underwear just enough to expose her perfectly rounded ass and then drove her hand between her legs. She began to run her fingers over Caitlyn’s soft, moist outer lips. Caitlyn gasped, pressing her palms flat against the locker.

“You’re wet already,” Lacey said matter of factly, leaning so close her breath swept over Caitlyn’s skin like a warm breeze. “You want me, don’t you?”

She’s so hot. Her body, her voice, her attitude. Fuck yes you want her.

“God yes,” Caitlyn finally managed to say, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Lacey slid one arm around Caitlyn, between her body and the locker, sliding it beneath her tank top and groping her breast firmly. Her nipples were already hard, and she took the opportunity to pinch it between her thumb and forefinger, all while her other hand still worked diligently between Caitlyn’s legs. She slid her fingers over the soft, warm folds, letting the edge of her perfectly-manicured nails tease her clit. This made Caitlyn moan, even as her cheek was still held firmly against the locker.

Wait. This is a public place! Shit shit SHIT. What if someone walks in on us? Oh god, I can’t tell her to stop now though. I’m gonna cum so hard, and so soon at this rate.

Caitlyn bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly. This task became more difficult as Lacey suddenly slid her middle and ring finger into her heated opening. Caitlyn’s eyes suddenly went wide, realizing just how quickly everything was progressing.

She’s inside you. Oh god, it feels so good, though. Caitlyn, remember, you just met this woman! But no one else has ever turned you on this way. There’s something special about her.

Her internal monologue continued despite the sheer pleasure she was getting out of the situation. Lacey’s digits slid into her tightness, curling and teasing her velvet-like inner walls, dripping with moisture.

“Nnnnnhhh, oh god,” she moaned, still trying her best to keep her voice down.

Lacey continued to finger Caitlyn’s wet slit. She pumped in and out rhythmically, at just the right tempo. Her fingers felt so perfectly hugged by the gorgeous blonde woman’s pussy, helped along by the generous amount of nectar flowing within. As soon as she began to feel the silken inner muscles begin to contract around her working digits, she extended her forefinger, beginning to rub Caitlyn’s eskişehir escort sensitive clit in time with her pumping.

“Oh yes, mmmm, FUCK!” Caitlyn moaned loud enough for it to echo through the otherwise unoccupied locker room.

Her inner walls clenched around Lacey’s exploring fingers as an orgasm shook her body to the very core. Her fingernails curled against the locker as her toes did the same within her sneakers as Lacey gave her the most intense orgasm from her life. The combination of being suddenly dominated by a beautiful stranger combined with her expert handiwork was just the right mixture of feelings for her to cum, and quite powerfully at that.

Lacey slowed the tempo or her fingers, until finally withdrawing them from between Caitlyn’s thighs. She brought her ring finger to her lips, suckling every last ounce of nectar from it, moaning around her soaked digit.

“You taste exquisite. Try it,” Lacey suddenly demanded, bringing her middle finger around to Caitlyn’s lips.

She obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her lips around Lacey’s finger and excitedly cleaning it of her own warm, bittersweet fluids.

How did she know I liked tasting myself after I cum? Because she can read you like a book, you horny idiot!

Lacey suddenly spun Caitlyn around, pushing her back against the locker this time and placing a hand on it on each side of her head.

“You can still tell me stop whenever you want,” Lacey reminded her, peering into Caitlyn’s stormy eyes.

Caitlyn stared right back into into Lacey’s umber hues. She said nothing however. As much as her mind was raging, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Lacey took this silence as permission to move forward, and so she leaned in, pressing her lips to Caitlyn’s.

Caitlyn melted into the kiss. Lacey’s lips were unbelievably soft, and she parted her own out of instinct, letting the other woman’s tongue slide across hers. There was still a hint of her own unique taste on the wriggling pink muscle, and it just kept her warm and wet as the pair shared the passionate kiss together.

It seemed almost as if it went on for eternity. Caitlyn never wanted those beautiful, soft pink lips to break from hers, but eventually they did. Lacey stared into her eyes for a moment longer, before taking Caitlyn’s hand and leading her up the row of lockers. Caitlyn gasped, realizing her shorts were still pulled down, and struggled to slip them back into place as she tried to keep pace with her newfound friend.

This action proved to be for naught as Lacey led her to the showers. She released her hand and kicked off her sneakers. Caitlyn watched slack-jawed as Lacey stripped in front of her. She was used to seeing women walk through the locker room naked, but there was something so different about this. She couldn’t wait to see Lacey’s body. She wanted to feast on every last inch of it with eyes and hands alike.

Lacey didn’t disappoint. She peeled off her sports bra, letting her flawless C-cup breasts bounce into view. They were roughly the same size as Caitlyn’s, with copper, already-hardened nipples at the centers. Dropping the garment on the floor on top of her sneakers, she then slid down her shorts and panties together, stepping out of them. Caitlyn’s eyes traveled down Lacey’s body, still shimmery with sweat from her workout. They gazed across those beautiful breasts, down lower across her defined abs and toned stomach, and finally to the small patch of neatly trimmed brown hair just above the treasure between her thighs. Caitlyn licked her lips without even thinking, and Lacey took notice.

Lacey stepped into the shower, turning the water on and getting it nice and steamy. Caitlyn watched as the water cascaded over her perfect body, and decided to join without any further thought or hesitation. She quickly shed her tank top and shorts, stepping into the shower cubicle and pulling the curtain closed behind her.

Now it was Lacey’s turn to get an eyefull again. Though Caitlyn’s chest resembled her own in size, her nipples were slightly larger, and were a light shade of pink. They stood out erect, as if begging to be touched. Caitlyn herself was perfectly shaven between her thighs, though the rest of her body, much like Lacey’s, was slim and fit from countless hours in the gym.

Lacey stepped close to Caitlyn’s naked form, coiling her fingers in her sandy blond hair, now slick and wet from the shower, and kissed her again. She roughly groped her chest with her other hand, fondling the soft orbs of flesh as she slid her tongue between the other’s lips.

Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Lacey’s waist, finally getting to lay her hands on the gorgeous woman of her desires, the architect responsible for the best gaziantep escort orgasm she’d ever had. She realized as she let her tongue waltz with Lacey’s that she wanted to please her. She felt an intense sense of duty to make this woman cum just as hard as she had.

Again, it was as if Lacey could read her like a book. The woman’s fingers were still tightly coiled in Caitlyn’s hair, and she used this to begin pushing downward. Caitlyn took the hint and sunk to her knees. She looked up, watching the warm water flow over Lacey’s tan skin, before letting her eyes trail down to the object of her desire. She felt Lacey’s fingers loosen just slightly, giving her more mobility. She seized upon this opportunity immediately.

Licking her lips again, Caitlyn shuffled forward on her knees and pressed her face between Lacey’s muscular thighs. She rested her nose upon her clit and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent sent a shiver down Caitlyn’s spine and she could wait no longer to have a taste. She extended her tongue, running it from the very bottom of Lacey’s slit to the top in a slow, precise trail, causing Lacey to let loose a little moan.

“Mmmm. Good girl,” Lacey cooed.

Fuck. She called me a good girl. Why does that make me so hot?

Spurred on by this comment, Caitlyn let her tongue explore every inch of Lacey’s outer lips. She savored the flavor as it washed over probing muscle. She sighed happily as she delved further, pushing it past her inner lips, into Lacey’s tight tunnel. Here the heat was much more intense, as was the flavor that coated her tastebuds. She groaned into Lacey’s dripping slit, the vibrations carrying throughout the woman’s center, causing her to moan likewise in response.

Caitlyn began to feel dizzy. The steam of the shower, the feel, aroma, and taste of Lacey’s flower, and the warm water trickling over them both were taking their toll. Regardless, she continued her work. She slid her tongue back up along Lacey’s slit, wrapping her lips around her clit and suckling on it gently. Lacey’s knees buckled, and she reached her free hand out for balance on the wall of the shower cubicle, while the other remained locked in Caitlyn’s hair.

“You’re going to make me cum for you, my good girl,” Lacey said in a voice soaked with lust.

My good girl. Fuck. So hot.

As Caitlyn continued to suckle and lick Lacey’s clit, she inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy. Though Lacey was exceedingly tight, they slid in easily due to her plentiful nectar and the saliva left behind by Caitlyn’s tongue-lashing. She shifted her wrist, pushing her fingers in deeply time and again, loving how Lacey’s muscles gripped them snugly.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” Lacey said loudly, the echo carrying through the locker room.

Caitlyn no longer cared if someone heard. She wasn’t about to leave this beautiful woman high and dry. Her fingers, tongue, and lips worked in unison to bring Lacey to an earth-shaking orgasm. The woman clenched Caitlyn’s sopping hair tightly between her fingers as she came, letting out a long, low groan.

As Lacey leaned against the shower wall, staring down at her new lover appreciatively, Caitlyn brought her fingers to her lips, suckling the remaining flavor from them, enjoying one last taste of Lacey’s honey.

Lacey extended her hand, helping Caitlyn stand, before kissing her passionately, cupping her face with both hands. Caitlyn melted into the kiss, her legs shaking from everything she’d just done. It was so unlike her, regardless of how badly she wanted something, to go for it so directly. But the thought still turned her on regardless, and she had no regrets.

Lacey finally broke from the kiss, tucking wet strands of hair behind her ears, looking deeply into Caitlyn’s eyes for a moment. Without another word, she turned off the flow of water and pulled back the curtain, taking two towels from the hooks just outside the shower cubicles and handing one to Caitlyn.

The two women dried themselves off and went about getting dressed in relative silence. When they’d both gotten into their normal clothes however, Lacey grabbed Caitlyn’s hair and pulled her head close, giving her another passionate kiss. Once it was over, Lacey released her grip and gave a little wink, before trotting out of the locker room with her bag slung over her shoulder.

Caitlyn slowly walked to her locker, still in disbelief over what had just happened.

You just fucked a complete stranger you slut. And you liked it, too.

Shaking her head, she opened her locker, and found that a small piece of paper had been slipped through one of the cracks. She quickly picked it up and read:

‘I want to do this again, I think you do too. Call me.’

Beneath the note was a phone number and a little heart. Caitlyn stood staring at it for the longest time before finally tucking it into her pocket and grabbing her bag.

She left the gym the happiest she’d ever been, and wondered if she’d be able to work up the courage to call and continue her newfound steamy relationship with the dominating woman she’d just met.

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Hey everybody. This is part of a brand new series I’ve been working on for a while. This is actually one of the first stories I had ever tried to write, but it was horribly written. It has taken a while to bring it to this point. I am going to have to create the next chapters from scratch, but I think this is good basis for a story. I guess only time will tell. I’ll let your replies decide whether or not I continue this story line. There is no sex, but as always, that will come along eventually. It just doesn’t make its’ appearance here. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave some feedback if you could. Positive or negative, I do not care. All of it helps me to grow as an author. All characters are 18+ years of age.

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“I think my waist makes me look fat.” Jenna spoke into the phone as she looked into the mirror. “Hold on.”

Jenna stepped closer to her dresser and laid her phone upon it, placing it on speaker mode before returning her gaze to the mirror.

“God, you are so lame.” The soft feminine reply came over the phone.

“I am not lame, I am just being honest.” Jenna whined.

“That is why this is so lame.”

“I am not!”

“Are too, sweetheart. Look, I love you and all, but you need to just learn to accept that you are a babe.”

“You’re just saying that because we are friends.” Jenna said, folding her arms.

“Quit it, Jenna.”

“Quit what?”

“I know you’re folding your arms across your chest right now. You do it every time you get defensive.”

“I am not defensive! I’m just stating facts.” Jenna said with a roll of her eyes, dropping her arms to her sides.

“You’re getting defensive and boringly predictable.”

“Lauren, really? You call me, tell me Happy Birthday, then proceed to tell me how boring I am?”

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m such a fat cow.” Jenna whined grabbing at her waist.

“You are not a fat cow, Jenna.”

“Will you go out with me?”

“No.”

“Then obviously I am not good enough.” Jenna said turning in the mirror to view herself in profile.

“Jenna, my God. What is wrong with you today?” Lauren asked.

“I asked her to come tonight.” Jenna replied somberly.

“Natalie?” Lauren asked, her tone clearly conveying her shock.

“Yeah.” Jenna answered, her tone getting breathy. She couldn’t help it. The mere thought of Natalie was enough to send her body into hormonal overdrive anymore.

“Ummm-, Earth to Jenna? Weren’t you the girl who after your birthday last year said you weren’t inviting her to anything from then on? Or how about the Christmas before that where you declared you were finished trying to get her to come along? Or any Christmas or Birthday before that? How about all of those times we went to bars or clubs where she did not show? Or those late-night movies or concerts you always try to drag her out to, and she stands you up? Every single time ended in tears, you getting impossibly drunk and me having to hold your hair out of the way while you tried your darnedest to vomit your dinner from the week before into a toilet bowl.”

“You know she is always busy. She tries really hard. How about some of those other things we have done together? The fairs, the movies or the concerts where she did go, we all had a lot of fun.”

“She was always the one who suggested those things. You have to wake up sometime, Jenna. She knows you will go to those things because she asked you too. She has been using you. You need to realize that no matter how much you love her, you are never going to be anywhere near as important to her as she is to you.”

“This time is different, Lauren.”

“How? What did your little idol say to get you hyped on the idea that she might actually happen along this time?” Lauren replied, her tone getting bitter.

“Why do you hate her so much?” Jenna replied, her tone starting to match Jenna’s.

“Why are you defending her!?” Lauren shot back.

“Look, I don’t want another fight over this. I need to know what to wear. I want to look classy, but sexy. You probably know my wardrobe as well as I do given how much we borrow each other’s clothes. What could I wear?”

Lauren sighed. She knew Jenna was madly in love with Natalie, and that was starting to affect how she looked at her. They were childhood best friends, and the day Jenna came out to her was a turning point in her own life. She never had a clue how she would react if anyone she knew ever revealed they were gay. Somehow, her reaction seemed natural. She had known Jenna since fourth grade, and she loved the brunette to death. That was the only secret Jenna had ever kept from her. It was not difficult to tell, Jenna was an open book, her emotions always on the surface. More than that, she was just a plain horrible liar. For some reason, that was the one and only secret Jenna had ever kept from her, even if it was only for a few hours. That is another reason why she loved Jenna so much, she was honest and loyal to a fault. Sometimes, that sense of loyalty tekirdağ escort became misplaced and Jenna would often wind up being taken advantage of. Natalie was a prime example of that situation.

“Look, I am done with my study group.” Lauren sighed. “I can be there in fifteen minutes, just try not to go crazy and blow my phone up in the meantime, okay? We will have you looking nice just in case she actually follows through this time.”

Lauren rolled her eyes as a high-pitched squeal erupted over the speaker of her phone. She knew she really shouldn’t feed into the cycle of let-downs Jenna had to go through and always at the girl’s expense. Still, she had never been able to deny Jenna a thing. It was almost the same situation as Jenna with Natalie and Jenna knew this, but never really took advantage of it. Lauren always caved to her best friend because Jenna was just one of those rare personalities that come along usually only once in a lifetime. Lauren appreciated Jenna’s sometimes brutal, but unerring honesty, her ability to see small details that Lauren would never notice, and her unusual kindness. Jenna had become an indispensable part of Lauren’s life, and she knew it. They had been through way too much together.

So, whenever Jenna needed help, Lauren was only too happy to help her friend. Most often it was for situations like these where Jenna had no idea what to wear for an occasion. For someone who had such a sense of fashion and appreciation of beauty, the girl was completely clueless when it came to selecting one of the many amazing outfits the girl had compiled over the years. Half the time she wondered how Jenna ever left her room dressed at all. Still, it was always the simple things like that which mattered to Jenna the most. For being an amazingly beautiful woman, she was incredibly down-to-earth.

“Thank you, Lauren! Oh, my God, you have no idea how much I owe you for this!” Jenna exclaimed happily.

“Yeah, yeah miss shorty, just try to keep your head screwed on for the next fifteen minutes, will you?”

“I’ll see you then!” Jenna said enthusiastically. Just before Lauren hung up she heard Jenna squeal excitedly, and closed her eyes. She swore to herself that if Natalie did not show she was going to do something about it this time around. She was getting tired of seeing the heartbroken look on Jenna’s face every time Natalie did not show.

She began the walk across campus, which really wouldn’t take long at all. It wasn’t a particularly large school, and she preferred walking anyhow. She made decent time, and in twelve minutes she was knocking on Jenna’s door.

“Is she here?” Lauren asked.

“Who?”

“Natalie, your roommate?” Lauren asked.

“Oh, no. She said she’d leave me alone to get dressed. She was out doing some stuff anyways, so she got dressed and left already. We have the place to ourselves for right now.”

Lauren was glad for that much, but she remained skeptical about the idea of Natalie coming at all.

“Please, don’t.” Jenna said looking at Lauren in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” Lauren asked, knowing Jenna had guessed her thoughts.

“Just for tonight, put your grudge with her aside. For me, please?” Jenna pleaded.

“Only for you.” Lauren replied. “Now, can I come inside or are we to do this on opposite sides of the door?”

“Oh!” Jenna said quickly, smacking her forehead, “duh!”

Jenna opened the door barely enough for Lauren to squeeze through and she finally realized why. Jenna was only in her underwear.

“Is that how the both of you go prancing around this room?” Lauren joked.

“No! We don’t prance, and certainly not in our underwear,” Jenna replied defensively, then smiled,” but I wouldn’t mind it if we did.”

Lauren rolled her eyes and walked past the closet. Jenna shut the door behind Lauren, following her into the room. The first thing Lauren noticed was that there were several outfits already picked out and arranged neatly between both beds in the small dorm room.

“What’s this?” Lauren asked, gesturing to the beds. She turned around to see Jenna looking at herself in the mirror clutching at her belly. Lauren strode over next to Jenna and smacked her hand down.

“Ow! What was that for?!” Jenna shouted angrily.

“You need to stop that. The only stretch marks you’re going to have is from you constantly pulling at your own skin. Stop it, you are a beautiful woman.”

“Then why does she never show up? Why can’t I get her to notice me?” Jenna asked, tearing up.

“You know something, don’t you? Something you wouldn’t tell me over the phone.” Lauren asked suspiciously.

Jenna nodded her head and walked slowly towards Natalie’s closet. Lauren, though straight could certainly appreciate beauty, and Jenna was nothing but beautiful. Everything Jenna did ranged from girl next door adorable to sexy vixen on the scale of hotness. Lauren had always wished she had an ounce of the graceful beauty Jenna tokat escort exuded, but sometimes thought better of it given the complete slobs that she had to fight away on Jenna’s behalf. Not that Lauren was ugly or anything, but she knew she didn’t hold a candle to Jenna’s natural beauty.

Jenna opened Natalie’s closet and stepped aside, gesturing for her to look inside. Jenna folded her arms, her face showing signs of apprehension. Natalie stepped forward and peered inside. Among the clothes was a single dress and a pair of heels to go with it.

“She could’ve taken another outfit.” Lauren suggested.

Jenna shook her head slowly with a somber look.

“It’s her only dress, Lauren. She never had any other dress.” Jenna said.

“Maybe she bought a new one for tonight.” Lauren suggested, hating herself for trying to play on Jenna’s hopes. It was a selfish move, one she would’ve expected from Natalie. She just didn’t want to see that look on Jenna’s face. The one she wore every time Natalie did not show. The look Jenna had every time she had to realize that she was once more only second best to anything else Natalie did.

“Do you really think so?” Jenna asked, her eyes looking hopeful.

“I am the person you constantly accuse of holding a grudge against your love interest, and you ask me if I am certain of this?” Lauren replied.

“You’re right, that was a stupid question.” Jenna said, looking defeated. “Why did you say that, then? If you don’t believe in her, why give her that much?”

“I said it because even though I do not believe it to be true whatsoever, it is a possibility. I am not above giving someone a fair shake. It’s just that I feel I’ve given Natalie one too many- or two, or ten, or a hundred-.”

“Okay, I get the idea!” Jenna interrupted, throwing up her arms in exasperation. “I just need the hope, if I give her enough time then she may come around.”

“Jenna, it has been two years.” Lauren said, laying a hand on Jenna’s bare shoulder.

“My mom and dad dated for four.”

“A different time, different place. Besides, they were actively dating, Jenna. The only one who seems to give anything is you. When is the last time she did anything for you that she hadn’t personally suggested? When was the last time she ever showed up for anything you wanted to do together with her?”

“Maybe we have different interests.” Jenna answered defiantly.

“Brad and I had absolutely no interest in each other’s interests when we started dating, yet we have still managed to keep our relationship going on for this long. We give and take because we care for each other, if not for what the other is interested in.”

“Ugh, I didn’t want to argue tonight.” Jenna whined putting a hand on her forehead.

Lauren approached closer to Jenna still and removed her hand, wrapping her in a hug.

“Jenna, I love you. You are my best friend. I could not imagine my life without you being there. I won’t argue anymore. I just hate to see you hurting. It kills me inside every time I have to watch you get that look on your face when she does not show. I try to be a good friend, but sometimes that also means you have to deal with my unqualified opinion that Natalie is using you- no matter how much you do not want to hear it. I know it hurts to have me say that. I would not be a good friend if I lied to you about this. I love you and care too much about you to do that to you.”

“I know. I love you too, Lauren.” Jenna replied looking down at her toes. Lauren lifted Jenna’s chin with a finger.

“I meant that in a completely non-lesbian way.” Jenna added quickly.

“Still, I love you.” Jenna smiled bashfully as she wiped away an impending tear or two,” even if it isn’t in THAT way.”

“Well, duh! You dork. Even if you did, I would be honored. Anybody would be lucky to have you be in love with them. Unfortunately for Natalie, she doesn’t seem to see it, and she is an out lesbian as well. That is what frustrates me about everything. That’s all I’m going to say about it. Let’s pick out an outfit for you. Sound good?”

Jenna nodded, smiling. She skipped after Lauren and came to a stop next to the blonde.

“So, you said you wanted something sexy, but not slutty, right? Good luck finding slutty in your wardrobe anyways, but I get the idea. I think you need a dress. It is your night, after all. The Birthday Girl needs to be dressed and looking her best if she is going out. Which bar were you going to?”

“I was thinking more of a club with a bar.” Jenna said, smiling.

“Thinking of visiting a precocious midget blonde, are we?” Lauren asked.

“Nothing more than a visit. Did Brianne and Evie get their invites?”

“They’re coming.”

“All right!” Jenna exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air in celebration. “Girls Night Out!”

“Yeah, well, keep it down a bit, geez.” Lauren said holding a hand to her ear.

“Sorry.” Jenna said looking at her sheepishly.

Lauren looked over trabzon escort each outfit and sighed. The outfits were a little too conservative for a girl who is looking to pick up. She knew Jenna had better than this, she dressed flashier on casual occasions. The girl was all nerves when it came to making moves, and by now Lauren was nearly expert on calming them. Still, this was supposedly the night, and she knew Jenna was concerned about ruining things by being too forward. A little skin wouldn’t hurt though. Lauren walked over to the closet again and looked on Jenna’s side. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out a black dress with off-shoulder straps. It had a cut-out on each side of the waist that would stop just short of revealing Jenna’s ass. The cutouts continued down the sides to the top of her thighs, stopping just three inches shy of the bottom of the dress. The dress bottom itself would likely reach only mid- thigh on Jenna, and maybe higher. She had bought this dress for Jenna two years ago, and also knew Jenna had never worn it. Now was the time for Natalie to show up, if she knew what was good for her. Jenna was going to have every eye on her tonight. She handed the dress to a blushing Jenna, who was obviously feeling a little scandalized over the dress.

“Trust me, you can pull this dress off.” Lauren said, pushing Jenna towards the bathroom. “Let me see you in it.”

“Okay!” Jenna said, laughing. “God, so pushy!”

The door closed behind Jenna and honestly, Lauren couldn’t wait to see her in the dress. She walked over to the bed and sat down while she heard a bunch of bumping and grunting coming from behind the door.

“Hey! None of that! If you do get lucky tonight, Natalie will take care of that for you!”

“It’s this stupid dress! It’s so tight!”

Lauren rolled her eyes. She had confidence in Jenna’s ability to wear it and make the dress look good. However, deep down in places she did not yet want to admit, she just wanted to see Jenna in it.

“Lauren! I don’t think I can wear this!” Jenna called through the door.

“What’s wrong?” Lauren asked, getting up from the bed. She walked over to the bathroom door and tried the door handle, it was locked.

“I can’t help through a locked door, Jenna.”

Lauren heard the lock being undone and swung the door open. Jenna looked pathetic trying to hide the waistband of her panties below the cutouts in the dress. She couldn’t help but giggle.

“Why are you trying to hide? You in your underwear is not something I haven’t seen before.” Lauren remarked teasingly.

“I can’t wear this, Lauren, my panties are going to show! The dress is so tight on my waist I can’t hide them!” Jenna shouted in frustration.

“The dress wasn’t designed with panties in mind, Jenna.” Lauren said, unable to stop laughing.

Jenna took a few seconds to process this information before her eyes went wide in shock.

“You want me to go naked underneath?!”

“Well, it is a thing nowadays.” Lauren replied, still snickering.

“No! I can’t! Even if I could, I could never sit down in this thing, everyone would get a look!”

Lauren laughed,” Well, maybe you will be able to attract some other girl who will actually do you some good.”

I can’t even get this thing over my bra, I mean-. “Jenna suddenly fell silent, her eyes widening even further. “No. No way am I leaving without a bra. What if my dress falls down?”

“What if someone pulls it up?” Lauren replied, amused. “The dress hugs your body so tight because that is how it supports itself, on the curves of your body. It is just a little bit-.”

“Slutty.” Jenna interrupted.

“I was going to go with risqué, but whatever floats your boat. Anyhow, it is only a little bit slutty, but it should definitely get the attention of your lover-girl.”

Jenna blushed, hesitating.

“God, do I have to do everything for you?!” Lauren asked. She approached Jenna and turned her around.

“What are you-? Oh, my God!” she shouted as she felt the clasp of her bra being undone with a flick of Lauren’s wrist. Instinctively, Jenna brought her arms up to hold her bra against her breasts. “Lauren!”

“You won’t be needing this.” Lauren said, pulling the bra out of Jenna’s grasp. Jenna was blushing furiously, hiding her breasts with her hands. Suddenly, they were being pulled away.

“What are you doing, Lauren?!”

“Proving a point. Why are you hiding your breasts anyway? It’s not like I haven’t seen them before, either.”

“We were in middle school.”

“And? It’s not like I haven’t seen a pair every day since I started developing anyways. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen every day since.” Lauren said, pinning Jenna’s arms to her sides as she pulled the dress up.

“They’re not yours, though.” Jenna protested.

“Unless you’ve grown a third breast that I don’t know about, your chest is not that special.” Lauren replied, zipping up the dress and arranging the straps so that they fell along the sides of her arms. Jenna was still blushing furiously as she looked at herself in the mirror.

‘She’s going to have something else to blush about shortly.’ Lauren thought, not exactly caring for what she was about to have to do, but she couldn’t help but feel a little rush of adventurous excitement course through her.

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Angela Gordon was awakened by the doorbell followed by loud thumps on the door. She was lying on the couch in her night gown. She had finally fallen asleep after restless hours in her bed and in her living room watching TV.

She looked out and saw Bobbie pounding on her door. She was glad Jackie had moved out and wouldn’t see what she was sure Bobbie was going to make her do. She opened the door.

“About time.”

“Sorry.”

“Did you get your bush trimmed?”

Bobbie brushed by her and entered the living room. Angela shut and locked the door.

“Yes.”

“Well let me see.”

Angela lifted her gown and lowered her panties.

“No, take all that stuff off.”

Bobbie seated herself on the couch as Angela undressed.

“You are so cute in the buff. Come here and let me get a close look.”

Angela walked over to her. Bobbie pulled her down on her lap then tumbled her over on her back. She spread Angela’s legs and slid between and gave her crotch a close inspection.

“They did a good job. We’ll keep it this way.”

She slipped a finger in Angela’s vagina then held it to her nose.

“Dammit, Mrs. Gordon, it stinks like crazy. I can see I’m going to have to give you some lessons.”

“I’m sorry, Bobbie, I didn’t know you were coming this morning. You caught me before my morning shower.”

“That’s no excuse. You should never let it get like this. I’m going to have to punish you. Lay across my knees. I’m going to beat your ass.”

Angela thought…Has it come to this? Am I going to lay over her knees and let her spank me like a child? I’m at least fifteen uşak escort years older than her. I was a married woman when she was in grade school. She realized she was excited and actually wanted this humiliation. She couldn’t resist. She got across Bobbie’s knees and stared at the carpet. Bobbie lightly patted her ass cheeks…then WHACK!!!

“Whenever you pee, wash it.” WHACK!!!

“Whenever you take a dump, wash your asshole.” WHACK!!!

“Even a juicy fart. Wash it.” Whack!!!

“Wear nothing over your cunt but white cotton.” Whack!!!

“No FDS or anything like that, soap.” WHACK!!!

“Use lotion or vaseline to keep them soft.” WHACK!!!

“Have you got that?” Whack!!!

“Yes, Bobbie.”

“And that’s another thing, quit calling me Bobbie. Say ma’am or call me Miss Stone.” WHACK!!!

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, now I’m going to give you a bath and show you how to keep yourself clean. Let’s go.” WHACK!!!

The bath was pretty much a repeat of the last one, complete with soapy thumb in Angela”s asshole. This time however she spent a lot of time instructing Angela in Bobbie’s ideas of feminine hygiene. By the time she was drying Angela with a towel she had softened considerably.

“I’ve been thinking about what we call each other. You’ve got your instructions on what to call me. I can’t go on calling you Mrs. Gordon. It doesn’t reflect our relative standing. When I was a little girl I had a bunny rabbit. I loved that rabbit. It was soft and cuddly…lovable, just like you. I’m going to do you the honor of naming you after that bunny. From now van escort on your name is Fluffy. Is that okay, Fluffy?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good, now let’s get you dressed. You’re going to get your hiney branded.”

She dressed Angela in a light pullover with no bra, knee length skirt with no panties and sandals. She stuffed an old pair of Angela’s panties in her pocket.

“Now don’t embarrass me in front of these people. Behave. Do what I tell you. Don’t argue or even question anything. Don’t speak unless I give you permission. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, good, let’s go.”

Bobbie drove in her car. On the way there she had Angela sit close and reached down between her legs and played with Angela’s pussy. Angela got wet but Bobbie wouldn’t bring her to climax. She just kept her in a state of sexual arousal.

They stopped in front of an old house in need of paint in a working-class neighborhood. A stocky tatooed man in his forties let them in.

“Okay Mike, you know what we want. This is Fluffy.”

At that, there was a snort and a woman’s voice said, “Fluffy…you’re kiddin!”

A stout, hard looking blonde entered the room.

“This is Betty, my old lady.”

“No, Betty, I’m not kidding this is my Fluffy.”

“And does your Fluffy know what she’s gettin tatooed on her ass today?”

“No, she wants to be surprised.”

“I’ll bet. Can she talk?”

“Sure. Fluffy ask Betty if she wants to lick your cunt.”

“Do you want to lick my pussy?”

Betty glowered but Mike laughed.

“If you let her at her pussy, you’re erzincan escort liable to lose her.”

“Well if they’re both good girls I might let her do it as a reward for both of them. But let’s get started. Fluffy, strip.”

Mike put a cushion on a stool and had Angela lay across it. He got his stuff and sat down behind her.

“Relax your cheeks, Fluffy. That’s good.”

Betty said, “Someone’s been playin with Fluffy’s cunt. Smell that?”

Mike laughed. “Smell’s pretty good to me.”

“It would.”

It took quite a while. Whenever Betty and Bobbie were distracted, Mike would play with the ass and pussy spread out before him. He would rub her clitoris or stick a finger or two in Angela’s vagina. He would place the pad of a finger against her asshole and have Angela flex her sphincter and laugh.

His wife would ask, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh I just thought of something funny.”

“You’re having entirely too much fun.”

Mike replied, “Be good and you might have some fun too.”

When it was done Bobbie decided they had been “good girls” and let Betty have access to Angela’s pussy. She acted reluctant but she positioned Angela on her back on the the kitchen table, seating herself on a kitchen chair and getting between her spread legs she licked her crotch eagerly. When Bobbie started talking about going, she moved down to Angela’s anus and reamed her out. Angela had orgasm after orgasm. Betty licked up her juices like a champ.

After Angela was dressed, wearing her old panties this time, Betty asked, “Did you get your money?”

“Yep.”

Betty said, “Good.”

Turning to Angela she said, “You got a picture of a bunny on your ass. And below it, it say’s “Roberta’s Fluffy.”

Now she had that silly name engraved on her buttocks and put in a way that made her sound like Bobbie’s pet dog. What next?

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My body needed attention. I looked forward to my massage all week. Every inch ached. Today, my pussy ached, too. I have been alone for a while. Never a shortage of men, but I am taking a break. Nothing like a good break from the men – too much emotional stress. I am focusing on myself this year.

I have never had had a lesbian relationship before. However, the thought of having sex with a woman sounds great. I think I need to experience this at least once in my lifetime.

I began to fantasize the first thing when I woke up. I wondered what my massage therapist today would look like? I imagined a hot voluptuous woman with strong hands spreading my ass apart, rubbing my buttocks. My pussy was slippery – when I walked, I could feel a huge gush of wetness dripping down my thigh. The horniness was incredible. I was determined that today my massage would result in a happy ending.

I love the spa I go to. The environment is sensual. The dark colors on the wall, the muted lighting, the soundproof rooms with spa music piping through the sound system. It’s perfect. I could stay all day.

When I walked in, the receptionist smiled. The general waiting room was empty. She confirmed my appointment for today and said Mandy will be out to get me shortly. I sat on the brown leather sofa and just sinked in. Ahh. It was great. The anticipation of a massage was increasing.

Mandy opened the door. Wow! Finally, a massage therapist that turned me on instantly. She brought me to the changing room. I removed my clothes and put on the soft robe and spa sandals. As I passed the mirror in the dimly lit room, I opened my robe again. Damn, I looked good. My tits are huge. My nipples are always erect. My pussy is smooth and shaven. My clit can be seen from across the room – it’s so swollen. Feeling a bit risqué, I stuck my finger in my pussy right there in the middle of the public dressing room. No one was there, but the sensation of getting caught was a turn on. I pulled out my finger hd porno and licked the juice – mmmm…I tasted so good. I closed the robe again, leaving it loose with my cleavage exposed. I went out and sat in the small dark waiting area – no one was around. I opened my robe enough to expose one large nipple on “accident.”

Mandy entered the room and immediately saw my breast. She smiled and asked me to follow her. The room smelled great. The peppermint and lavender was a turn-on to me. It was dark, but I could see Mandy had a great body. She asked me about the areas that needed attention today. Although I wanted to tell her my pussy needed attention, I told her my lower back and thighs were sore. I was secretly hoping if she spent a long time massaging those areas, she would get the hint.

Usually the therapists ask you to lie on the table after they leave the room. However, for some reason, Mandy said she would like to help me get on the table, and offered to help me with my robe. My back to her, I opened the tie. She pulled the sheet down from the heated massage table, then took my robe down from my shoulders. Never before has a massage therapist taken my robe in that way. What a turn on.

I crawled on the table – nude. My tits jiggled and needed to be adjusted before I felt comfortable lying on my belly. Mandy pulled the sheet up over my hips, but left my back and arms exposed. She jumped right into the back massage. She then did each shoulder and arm wonderfully. She pulled the sheet over my back after it was done and exposed my right leg. After a thorough rub down of the right leg, she repeated the motions on the left side.

She asked if I was warm enough because she wanted to remove the sheet to on the hips and lower back. Of course, remove the sheet. And there I was completely naked on the massage table. I felt so comfortable. And I could feel the chemistry between us. It increased as soon as her hands were on my buttocks. She pulled the large muscles sex izle up and out and you could actually hear my wet pussy opening up when she did this; over and over again. I took advantage of the opportunity and spread my legs further.

Mandy focused on the left buttock. Both hands worked it and got dangerously close to my pussy and anus. She moved to the right – same thing. Her hands brushed my swollen pussy mound. A moan slipped out – a sign to her that I really need this. One more time, her fingers touched my pussy. Finally, a massage therapist that might deliver what I really need – an orgasm.

Mandy told me it was time to turn over. Usually, at this time, I am completely covered. This time, I am naked without a sheet. I turned over and my tits flung around – feeling bigger than ever. My pussy is bald and pink. I left my legs open, inviting Mandy inside.

She didn’t offer to cover me again. She said I looked hot and asked me if I felt as hot as I looked. Her hands were already on my breasts rubbing oil into them to get them moving. She pinched my nipples at the same time. Oh my god – harder, harder! Her hands slid down to my abdomen as she walked down toward my hips.

She surprised me when she took the fragrant oil and poured it over my mound. The feeling of the dripping oil between my legs was enough to make me cum. It dripped right into my asshole.

Her hands spread my legs further and she pulled me down to the end of the table – sort of like the gynecologist table. She pulled up a small stool and sat at the foot of the table – strange. Is this a gyno exam?

Her fingers explored the outside mounds and massaged my clit. She asked if I would like an internal massage – of course I would I said.

Just then, she slid one finger inside my pussy. The finger stretched and massaged the inner walls. Next, her second and third fingers found their way inside my pussy. I could feel her middle finger finding my g-spot.

She would not altyazılı porn stop rubbing my g-spot. I could feel the urge to piss, I think that is what she was waiting for. The pressure was so great on my g-spot. The moisture was intense. I swear I have the wettest pussy on earth – almost freakish. The slimy juice was oozing out. And now, she was trying to get me to squirt.

I have never squirted before. I have always been skeptical. That’s not female ejaculate – its piss! Isn’t it? Now, here’s my chance to see for myself. As long as she doesn’t stop.

She slid in her pinky and then her thumb. Yes, her whole hand was inside me, and her middle finger was going back and forth on my g-spot. She pushed up so firmly and I let out a heavy moan. I felt something I have never felt before. I could feel my pussy getting ready to explode – literally. I knew I was going to squirt and I didn’t care.

When the juices started to flow, Mandy giggled. She said she loves it! I could feel the warm liquid and when I looked down, I could see it squirting above and around her hand. My legs shook, my whole body shook.

Mandy pulled her hand out and one final stream of my liquid shot into the air. Her hand was covered in my pussy slime. She pressed it back down against my pussy as if to calm the trembling muscles.

My hour was up. She rolled her chair up to my chest. She put my nipple in her mouth and sucked it. She said that weekly massages are very therapeutic and recommended I come back every week. She suggested that there are so many techniques that can be used that it would never be the same boring massage.

She left me alone on the table. I sat up and my heavy tits swang. When I jumped off the table, I saw the damage. A huge wet spot right in the middle of the table. I laughed to myself. I didn’t care. I put my robe on and wandered out to the dressing room. It was crowded now. I dropped my robe and the one younger customer checked me out. Fully satisfied, I just kept walking to the showers. I left the curtain open a bit – enough for her to see me rubbing soap all over my tits and pussy. Another fantasy began – and I closed my eyes as this young woman walked up to the shower and looked inside…

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS/ARTISTS – This series is a series about a girl named Hannah who has discovered that she actually has magical powers (levitation, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and a whole heck of a lot more). She in turn uses her powers to have amazing sexual adventures with various partners as well as her friend Cindy. This series has many parts, but we like to think that each story can stand alone just fine.

While the ‘magical’ aspect of things mostly sets up the scenarios that Hannah enjoys, there are various times where she does use her magical powers to enhance her sex. The sex mainly found in this series is that of the lesbian nature, but expect to occasionally find heterosexual and group sex. If you do not believe that is in your interest, we advise you to look elsewhere. If you are open to this idea, enjoy.

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Cindy was having a very difficult time accepting who she was and where her life was going.

Cindy sat on her bed in the late morning with her legs folded over. She just sat there and tried to grasp the last few months of her life. Her friend Hannah had paid her a quarter million dollars just to quit her job and stay at home, among other things. So for the past month, that’s what Cindy had done; stayed at home. She had little to no contact with the outside world, and had not seen Hannah since her last amazing day of work.

It was over these months that Hannah had even helped Cindy perfect her body to that of a super model or a porn star. Cindy’s breasts were larger, her waist was smaller, and even her hair, legs, hips, and ass were too good to be true thanks to her friend. On top of all that, it seemed as though all the dreams she had been having lately were not dreams but real. It was in these ‘dreams’ that she had amazing and passionate lesbian sex with the same girl Hannah. Cindy had never considered herself to be even bisexual, but the way that Hannah and her made love was so magical. The way Hannah touched her made her feel so sexy and good. The things that Hannah showed her were spectacular. It wasn’t one of those ‘a girl knows how to treat a girl’ kinda things that some lesbians say; it was Hannah’s sexual talents and lustful ways. Hannah was just a sexual goddess.

Yet it wasn’t the thrilling lesbian sex that had caused Cindy to have such a strange view of her life. It wasn’t the money, or even her new flawlessly luscious body. It was something far different. It was something far more amazing.

Cindy closed her eyes as she sat calmly on her bed with her legs folded. She thought of her body; her very busty, sexy and gorgeous body she had tucked underneath her pajamas. She though of that very body being lighter; not smaller, but lighter. She concentrated her thoughts and thought about being lighter than the air she was breathing.

Within less than a minute of thinking hard about that idea, Cindy realized she could no longer feel her bed beneath her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw looked down at her bed; her bed that was three feet below her legs.

Cindy was flying.

She remained there in the air as she smiled for she knew that it was her thoughts that allowed her to float above her own bed. But her concentration was lost not moments after she opened her eyes. As if someone simply let her go, Cindy fell from her levitation back on to the bed. She violently bounced onto her back, and landed on her pillows.

Cindy was learning magic, and she having a very difficult time accepting who she was and where her life was going. She was learning how to fly, learning how to pick herself up off of the ground and soar through the air with simply her thoughts. Accepting that she was actually capable of magical feats was something she had to overcome if she wanted to fly like her old college roommate Hannah could. Hannah made flying seem so easy. Cindy had witnessed Hannah’s ease with levitation and watched as Hannah soared through the skies above the city in a skimpy bikini, tiny lingerie, and even completely naked. She could even lift other things up into the air with her mind, like a wine glass, Cindy’s own body, and even something as large as a king-size bed. Cindy knew that Hannah could do more magical things, and neither girl seemed to know how or why. Cindy wanted that kind of magic.

Having failed to keep her mind on her flight, Cindy crawled to the edge of her bed, and headed out of her bedroom in her skimpy pajamas. She entered her bathroom, and thought she could ease her mind with a long hot shower. She looked at her self in the mirror, a self she was still getting used to. She looked at her large breasts tucked under her tiny shirt as they pushed out firmly from her chest. Her clothes fit awkwardly as her new body was taking some getting used to. Her pajama bottoms fit loosely, hanging barely to her tiny waist as her shirt was stretched to its limits around her bulging breasts.

Cindy loved her new immaculate body; an erotic and irresistible türkçe altyazılı porno figure that Hannah had simply given to her with her phenomenal magical powers. But she had long since had no clothes that fit her right. She knew that Hannah wanted her to stay home and practice so that she could improve and discover her full magical qualities, but living in uncomfortable clothes wasn’t, well comfortable. As she looked at herself, hating how her clothes now fit, she thought it was time to spend some of that money that Hannah had given her. There was tons of money in that black briefcase to be wasted, so why not waste it?

But a shower was needed. It had been a few days.

Cindy quickly pulled the string on her large pajamas, untying them as they hung loosely to her tight waste. With just the normal pull of gravity, her bottoms fell to the floor and revealed her tight pussy. Cindy softly ran her hand over her vagina shaven pussy. It was so amazingly smooth and soft, and Cindy hadn’t shaven since she reunited with Hannah. It was as if her body would no longer allow hair to grow there, keeping her pussy hairless and naked. The same went for her legs as she ran her hands down her body and along her sensual legs. Her legs were just as hairless and smooth as if she had just stepped from the shower. Yet again, she had not shaved in almost two months. She no longer had the need to.

As Cindy stepped from her pajamas that were now a pile on the floor, she lifted her now-tight top from her chest, releasing her bra-less breasts from their firm imprisonment. Now naked in front of the mirror, Cindy looked over her entire body. As she modeled for herself, she realized that Hannah had definitely worked some serious magic to permanently alter her body in such a flawless way. Her large D-cup breasts perfectly stood atop her chest, shadowing her tiny 22″ waist. She ran her fingernails over her breasts, feeling how firm and exemplary they were. They looked unachievable without plastic surgery. They magnificently sat on her chest, perky yet massive and without the support of a bra. Yet as Cindy closed her eyes and squeezed her own breasts in her hands, she felt the softness that could only come with a real set of un-enhanced breasts.

With her hands on her own body, Cindy felt that her body wasn’t just perfect; it was enchanted. She felt a warmth radiate from her skin that wasn’t there a few months ago. She may not have known how to use it yet, but for the first time she felt her magic flow through her.

Keeping her eyes closed, Cindy continued to run her hands over her own body, feeling the sexiness of her figure through her fingertips. As she felt her magical warmth, she couldn’t help but touch herself with greater and greater passion, clinching her hips and her thighs and pressing her breasts together in her hands. As the magic in her veins rushed through her body, she slowly stepped backwards and leaned against the wall of her bathroom as her hand climbed between her legs and uncontrollably pushed against her needy pussy.

The need for an orgasm was too much. With one hand on her breast and one hand between her legs, Cindy looked to the shower and knew that she had gone beyond the point of no return. She needed to cum.

With a turn of the shower knobs, hot water blasted over Cindy’s sensational figure. Water ran down her chest, covering her wonderful breasts and dripping down her legs. She lifted her hands up around her breasts, pushing them up into the water and letting the spray blast her curves. With her breasts firmly in her hands, she squeezed them together, enjoying the amazing sensation she gave herself as she felt her immaculate features. Cindy closed her eyes and stuck her head under the rushing water, feeling its warmth through her face. Cindy took in the bliss that was the warm water running over her body, but she needed to get down to business.

Relaxed and ready, Cindy fell against the wall of the shower and let her fingers creep between her legs. With her wet hand on her wet pussy, she began to rub herself, feeling her own clit in her fingertips. She sunk her fingers in and out of her pussy as the water trickled down her chest. Her chin rose as the erotic sensation took over her body. She bit her lip and moaned as her finger’s probed her pussy and massaged her clit. She braced herself with her free hand against the slippery wet tile wall of the shower, trying to hold herself up. But as the water made the shower far to slick, Cindy soon lowered herself to the edge and sat herself down.

With her legs spread wide and her pussy being battered by the water that fell from above, Cindy joyfully massaged herself. She clinched her left breast with her free hand, squeezing and massaging her wet body as she fingered herself. As the water rained down, she rubbed her clit furiously and moaned to herself. She plunged three fingers inside herself, and arched her back outward away from the wall xnxx at the penetrating sensation. She roamed her free hand all over her tight wet body as her fingers climbed in and out of her pussy.

But her fingers would not be enough, and Cindy longed for her favorite waterproof vibrator, a toy that she had been using quite frequently since her stay-at-home magical practices started. Cindy stopped pleasing herself and prepared to rush into her bedroom to grab the vibrator, but then saw it sitting a mere few feet away on the bathroom counter. She didn’t remember putting it there, but luck was now in her favor. Cindy quickly reached out of the shower, latched onto the toy, and ducked back under the warm water.

Cindy sat down and positioned herself on the edge of the shower, still letting the water rain down on her busty body. After a simply twist, a smile climbed onto Cindy’s face as the vibrations filled her body. She calmly rubbed the toy up and down her pussy, spreading the electrical sensation all over herself. She probed her clit with the tip of the rubber sex toy. She ran her hand along her inner thighs as she plunged the toy deep. Seven inches of rubber pleasure climbed deep inside her and spread vibrations to all her sexual nerves. She cried in pleasure.

“Oh, Mmm. Yes!” She screamed out as she fucked herself. In and out the toy moved, faster and faster as Cindy knew there was no going back. She pinched her perfect nipples as she pulled the wet toy from her pussy and probed her clit once more. She pressed the toy hard against her pussy, enjoying the sexual throbbing that the toy was causing. She enjoyed the toy, the water, and everything that was going on with her new perfect body. She needed to cum, and cum hard and she wasn’t going to stop until she climaxed.

Cindy spread her legs wider and braced herself up against the tile wall of her shower. She plunged her vibrating toy deep inside her, farther than it should have gone, and then pulled it out again in hopes of driving herself over the edge. She frantically fucked herself and rubbed her clit up and down as the water continued to pour down on her.

Finally, her body cringed. Her leg jerked. Her teeth clinched. She latched onto a the side of the shower. The shower head spat out water violently and frantically. Shampoo bottles fell down into the shower. Cindy came.

“Oh fuck!” Cindy cried out as she came hard. Waves of pleasure hit her as her body jerked about. She fell off of the edge of the shower and into the tub, still holding the vibrator on her clit. Water hit her naked body as she collapsed in the shower. A smile climbed onto her face as the lie there in the tub, quivering still as the orgasm moved about inside her. She just waited there on the floor of the shower without a care in the world and let the water fall onto her naked body.

Cindy arrived at the mall not far from her house with her purse stuffed with over five thousand dollars of Hannah’s gift. She passed clothing stores, trinket stores, and other notable and average booths that littered the two story building. She noticed the signs above her of all the trendy clothing stores, but wasn’t sure which one to check out first. She hadn’t really been in public much lately except to get food, so being among people again was a nice change.

Yet, with all these people around her, Cindy felt somewhat alone in that large mall. Despite the crowds roaming the walkways, she was such a stranger among them. This morning she was levitating above her bed, and none of these people could do that nor would they ever know that she could. It was to remain a secret. She was going to have to get used to being different from the rest of the world, being that just this morning she was floating above her bed simply because she wanted to. Magic, as amazing as it was, was something that could alienate her from others.

The other fact was that she really had no friends to go shopping with. Cindy’s social life revolved around the few people she had known at her job, and didn’t exceed that much anymore. She hadn’t kept in touch with anyone since she quit either. No one seemed to miss her.

“Cindy!” a voice echoed out that broke her wandering thoughts. She found herself in the food court of the mall among dozens and dozens of other people. She didn’t recognize any of them.

“Over here!” the voice called again, and Cindy turned and saw someone she did not expect to see in that mall, or in public at all. Cindy’s blonde friend Hannah was calmly sitting in the middle of the food court in a blue tank top and shorts. In the middle of this quintessential mall was an equally average looking twenty-five year old girl-next-door who secretly possessed magical powers that seemed to allow her to do just about anything and everything. Cindy was startled to see her for she obviously knew Hannah’s abilities unlike the rest of the world around her. While Cindy noticed her right away, no one else would have any reason porno izle to notice her for she didn’t have her glamourous looks or her impossible curves like she did when she visited Cindy in the past. Hannah was very plain, average, and even a tad pudgy compared to Cindy’s exceptional body. She was currently doing her best to keep the truth of her powers a secret and look like the average girl in the average mall and not a sexual goddess.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Hannah said as Cindy stood before her table.

“What are you doing here?” Cindy asked.

“Honestly? Waiting for you.” Hannah answered. “Have a seat. It’s been a while.”

It had been a while without any contact from Hannah, well over a month. Cindy sat down in the small plastic chair in the middle of the food court. Hannah just calmly smiled back as Cindy seemed uncomfortable sitting with Hannah in public. Cindy was concerned about making a scene because the last time she saw Hannah, Hannah decided to take her clothes off in the break room where Cindy worked. Hannah had sent a double-sided dildo through the mail and had it delivered to Cindy’s office. Hannah even had sat on the desk of Cindy’s boss completely naked as she simply sprouted a majestic pair of angel wings from her back. With Hannah’s lustful attitude, mischievous ways, and magical powers, there was no telling what she might do next.

“Chill out.” Hannah told Cindy as she heard her thought process with her amazing telepathy. “I’m not some freak who’s going to rip her clothes off and run around naked. I’m just a normal girl.” Hannah then put her hands on the table top. She looked down at her hands as she held them close, covering a small portion of the table from view of anyone else. She then quickly pulled her hands apart as she revealed a powdered doughnut sitting atop a small plate.

” … well, sometimes.” Hannah finished as she simply created the small treat with her mind. “So, looking to spend some of that money I gave you?” Hannah asked, ignoring Cindy’s question completely. Cindy was momentarily shocked to hear that Hannah knew of her reasons for being there, but quickly got over it.

“Yeah… I don’t know. I just wanted to get out and about.”

“Of course. You’ve made amazing progress.”

“Are you kidding? I can only fly … ” Cindy stopped her words, and leaned in closer to whisper so no one walking by would hear. “I can only get up off my bed if my eyes are closed.”

“Well, you’re probably not going to figure it out over night.” Hannah pointed out as she finished her treat.

“Or in a month?”

” … or in a month. Trust me, it took me a long time to do what I can do. You ‘re going to have be very patient.”

“You just make it seem so easy.” Cindy said with the sound of jealously in her voice.

“It will become easy. Just hope it doesn’t become too easy. I used to accidentally let my mind wander and suddenly people around me would have orgasms or my clothes would vanish off my body. I like to think I have a bit better control now.”

Hannah slowly brought the last remains of the doughnut to her mouth, but stopped just before she was about to take a bite. She just starred past Cindy, frozen in her glare.

“Now is one of those times I need to keep control.” Hannah said as she held the doughnut outside her mouth. Cindy was confused as to what Hannah was doing, but as she turned and followed Hannah’s sight to see what was behind her, she realized what Hannah was talking about.

Hannah, the intense lover of both men and women had spotted a girl. Cindy saw that this was more that a girl, however; this was a woman. This was the epitome of beauty. This was a woman that surpassed Cindy’s magically enhanced body in every way. Even Cindy’s jaw dropped as both her and Hannah could not stop staring at this woman who’s own glamourous looks put theirs to shame, and she didn’t even have magic.

There, leaning against the railing on the second story of the mall was a brunette woman of roughly thirty-five years old. She looked over the edge, paying no attention to the two girls entranced by her beauty. Her round ass shook every so slightly in her dark blue jeans as she looked over the side. She then stood up and ran her own hands through her black hair. Hannah dropped the left over doughnut from her hands as this brunette arched her back, pushing her giant breasts that were tucked underneath her white tank-top up into the air. She shook her hair about, and then turned towards Hannah and Cindy.

Like two girls caught snooping, Hannah and Cindy quickly turned away for fear they would be spotted.

“Wow.” Hannah muttered quietly.

“And I thought my body was hot …” Cindy said with the slight sound of defeat in her voice. Cindy looked across from her to Hannah and saw that Hannah’s eyes were firmly closed.

“Her name is Erica.” Hannah told Cindy quietly as she kept her eyes shut. Cindy realized that Hannah was scanning this girl with her magic, reading her mind and most likely her memories, her turn-ons, and her desires. As Hannah talked, Cindy turned and watched this woman as she walked away from them, headed down the walkway of the large mall. Cindy was hypnotized by Erica’s hips as the swayed beneath her tiny waist.

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College

It took several days for the piercings to stop hurting, and even after that they itched like crazy. Morning, noon and evening Jen would bathe the affected areas with antiseptic and she made sure her personal hygiene was meticulous but, even so, her vaginal lips were sore and inflamed and walking was a real trial. Each evening, she was brought before Wendy who would check her over carefully but, aware that rough treatment would only prolong he healing process, was very gentle with them. However, having Jen’s vagina and breasts out of action did not stop the abuse, instead Wendy began to concentrate her efforts around Jen’s anus. One morning she produced a fly whisk of the sort used by African dignitaries and, after bending Jen over her knee and giving her buttocks a light dusting, turned it round and inserted the handle.

As the handle was quite short and little more than one centimetre in diameter, it was neither as intrusive nor as uncomfortable as the dildo attached to the frame when the piercings had been fitted and Jen, knowing full well that resistance would not be helpful, relaxed as far as was possible to help ease its entry, and, bit by bit, it was worked back and forth until only the horsehair whisk protruded. Wendy was delighted and insisted that Jen do two laps of the office on her hands and knees, neighing like a horse. Jen was surprised to discover that, once she’d got over the initial discomfort, she rather liked the full feeling it gave her and, whilst playing at being a pony was humiliating, the tail was producing a smorgasbord of sensations and, though she’d be loath to admit it, she wanted it to remain. She couldn’t help but flex her buttock muscles savouring the conflicting waves of feelings that it produced and Wendy, alert to the slightest sign, picked up on this.

“It looks like my little piglet likes having a pony tail, is that so?” Wendy enquired. Jen, still on her hands and knees bowed her head and blushed.

“Well, speak up, do you?”

“Please, Mistress, I… I don’t know,” Jen stammered.

“Oh yes you do. Come along now, I won’t wait all day.” Wendy’s voice was acquiring that edge of impatience that Jen knew and feared.

“Yes, Mistress. Yes, I do,” Jen replied eventually. “I mean, it hurts and all but…”

“I thought so. Now come here.” Wendy patted her thigh, a sign that Jen was supposed to go over and rest her head on Wendy’s lap.

“You know, piglet,” she continued as she stroked Jen’s hair. “The sooner you learn to be honest about your sexuality; honest to yourself as much as to me, the better it will be for you. I’ll bet you quite enjoyed having your bottom filled when you were on the cross having your piercings done.”

Jen didn’t reply; she hardly knew how. The whole incident had been so intense that it was difficult to single out any one aspect or any one emotion. Her main memory was the burning, searing pain from the piercings but there had been other aspects that had had a profoundly disturbing effect on her. The sensory deprivation, the total inability to move, the sense of helplessness, the vulnerability of being spread wide open and exposed, and, dare she admit it, the powerful sensations that resulted from having her anus brutally penetrated, had taken her to places she never knew existed and, for all the pain involved, places to which she knew that one day she would have to return. Was this what she really was? Would she one day welcome the pain and servitude as the price to be paid for feeling that way? She had been Wendy’s slave for little more than two weeks and already she had learnt to accept her place knelt at Wendy side with her head on her lap; how much more would she learn to accept, how much more did she want to?

Wendy patted Jen on the head and sent he back to her desk to work. She had to sit carefully; the fly whisk was to remain in place for the rest of the day.

At long last it was time for the West Coast trip. The tickets were booked, the meetings arranged and all Jen’s hard work was ready to be put to the test. She was busy filing away the essentials when Wendy called her over.

“Do you want to go on this trip?” she asked.

“Of course, Mistress. You know how much I’ve been looking forward to it.” Jen was taken aback.

“It’s just that I’m not going to be able to keep quite as close an eye on you as normal. It might be that ungrateful little piglets might feel they would want to run away. Maybe it would be safer if I left you behind.”

“Please, Mistress, I won’t run, I really won’t.” Jen fell to her knees, shocked. She could understand Wendy’s reasoning but she had been so focused on going that to have it snatched away at the last minute porno indir was devastating.

“Hmm… Look me in the eye.” Jen did as she was told, meeting Wendy’s steely glare without flinching. “Do you promise not to try to run away?”

“Yes, Mistress, I promise.” Oddly enough she meant it. She had got so caught up in all the planning that the possibilities of escape hadn’t crossed her mind and now, well she didn’t want to miss out on all the fun, she didn’t want to miss seeing the fruition of all her hard work.

“Hmm… I guess I’ll trust you, but, just in case you get any silly ideas, remember that, should you run away I will come after you and you’ll spend what little is left of your life looking over your shoulder. No-one double crosses me and gets away with it. I do hope that is completely understood.”

“Yes, Mistress, of course, Mistress.” Jen was shaking. She had forgotten just how scary Wendy could be and she didn’t doubt her threats for a moment.

First class passengers may get special treatment at Heathrow Airport but, since 9/11, they are subject to the same security screening as the rest of us. Wendy had no problems with the metal detector but Jen set the alarms off as she passed through. One of the attendant security guards, a thick set woman with a short, brutal haircut waved the handheld detector over her and, when it sensed metal near her groin and her breasts she was taken aside. As the security officer closed the door of the interview room she went straight over to Jen and grabbed at the padlock on her collar.

“Well, er, piglet,” she sneered, reading the name off the padlock. “Let me guess, you’ve got piercings, tits and fanny, right?”

“Yes, yes I have,” Jen replied, taken aback by the brutality.

“Well, come along, show me.” For a moment or two Jen just stared at the security guard but her face was implacable.

“Come along, I haven’t got all day, neither have you if you want to catch your plane. Anyway a little subbie like you should be used to being told to strip.” Jen blushed furiously at the security guards onslaught.

“Yeah, that one struck home,” she continued. “We get your sort through here all the time. I’ll bet any money you like you’re not wearing any knickers. Now, are you going to get on with it or shall I call for some assistance?”

For travelling Jen had been given a light cotton summer dress that buttoned down the front and, along with a pair of sandals, that was all she wore. Shaking she reached down for the hem and pulled it up.

“As I thought, no knickers and piercings on your fanny. Take them out and we’ll scan again.”

“I can’t,” Jen replied. “They haven’t healed properly yet.”

“In that case you leave me no choice. Bend over the table. Don’t worry, a pain slut like you will rather enjoy this.”

Jen bent over as instructed. Behind her she heard the snap as the security guard fitted a rubber glove and then the back of her dress was lifted and she felt the cold sliminess as the well lubricated glove probed her nether regions. A long forefinger was pushed inside her vagina and turned from side to side. Then it was her anus’s turn to get the same treatment; this time Jen couldn’t suppress a little gasp as the tight ring of her sphincter was breached. Jen got the impression that the guard spent rather longer than was necessary, turning her finger this way and that, pushing as deep as she could go.

“Ok, you’re clean. Now stand up and show me your tits.”

Jen stood up, turned round to face the guard and, blushing furiously, undid the top few buttons of her dress. The guard pulled the material aside and gave each breast a good feel.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She snarled. “We get them all the time, little sluts like you who get their kicks from being assaulted by women in uniform. Well, today your luck is in ‘cos I just love to see subbies squirm.”

The guard took Jen’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed until Jen gave a squeak of pain.

“You like that, don’t you?” the guard sneered.

“No, please, no,” Jen replied.

“Liar!” The guard increased the pressure and Jen’s legs began to buckle and she sank to her knees.

“Ok, yes, I like it,” Jen sobbed realising that unless she agreed she would never escape.

“That’s better,” The guard let go of Jen’s nipple. “Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you, thank you, Mistress.” If thanking Wendy for punishment was hard then it was nothing compared to having to thank this brutal bitch of a security guard.

“That’s it, that’s a good little girl. Now, fuck off out of here, you worthless piece of shit.” With rokettube a snort of derision the guard dismissed her.

Shaking from her ordeal, Jen returned to the main concourse where Wendy was waiting impatiently. With a look of displeasure she strode off to the first class lounge with Jen trailing behind. When they got there she angrily demanded to know why she had been kept waiting but as Jen told her tale her mood improved and, as Jen related the succession of indignities she had been put through she laughed and demanded more detail. Jen begged to be allowed to go to the rest rooms and clean herself up; she could feel the lubricant dripping down her inner thigh and she dare not sit down for fear of marking her dress. Wendy enjoyed stretching out the discomfort and insisted she remain until she had heard every detail.

London to Los Angeles is a long haul but if you’ve got to do it then first class is the best way. Jen’s previous flying experience was a couple of package holidays in Alicante and the comparison between being crammed like a sardine in a holiday flight to the luxury of first class in a 747 was marked. Whilst they were airborne Wendy indulged her and Jen relaxed, pampered by the air hostesses as the long hours passed.

At LAX they had a pleasant surprise waiting for them. Emerging from immigration they were met by a pretty young blonde wearing a dark brown chauffeur’s uniform. She informed them that ‘Mistress Tanya’ had heard that they were arriving and that her limousine was at their disposal. Wendy said that they would be delighted and the three women headed out to where the limo was parked. Once they got there it turned out that Mistress Tanya was waiting for them in the back of the car and as Wendy got in Jen heard the pop of a champagne cork. Jen rode up front next to the chauffeur.

Like most Brits visiting the USA for the first time Jen was amazed at the size of everything. The car, for a start, was huge but it fitted in well with everything else and she felt like a little girl arriving in wonderland. As they headed out of town she even got a glimpse of the Hollywood sign and felt that she had really arrived.

After an hour or so of driving they arrived at a large house in its own grounds. The car drew to a halt outside the front door and the chauffeur leapt out to open the door. Wendy and Mistress Tanya got out and went into the house with Jen and the chauffeur following. As soon as they entered Jen could see that it was a hotel, complete with lobby and reception desk. A woman with an air of importance had come out and was busy greeting Wendy and Mistress Tanya. Although Jen was very much on the outskirts of the discussion she got the gist of the conversation. This was the manager greeting Wendy as an honoured guest. It was obviously not the first time Wendy had stayed here.

Without any of the normal booking in formalities they were taken upstairs to their suite. Jen looked around in amazement; the sheer luxury of it all was jaw dropping. First there was the main living area with plenty of floor space, soft furnishings and an attached kitchenette. However the biggest surprise came when they entered the bedroom. There was, naturally, a bed of gigantic proportions but, at the foot of the bed, was something not normally found in hotel rooms: a large dog basket. A short length of chain hung from the bedpost ready to be attached as required. Wendy gave Jen a meaningful look and inclined her head towards the basket and, with a sinking heart, Jen realised that her tour stopped there. For a moment she hesitated before taking off her dress but the simple fact that she was to be chained to the bed, along with the way that the chauffeur had deferred to Mistress Tanya implied that Mistress Tanya was, at the very least, aware of Wendy’s proclivities and in all likelihood she shared them so there was no point in trying to retain any modesty. She shrugged of her dress and, folding it, handed it to the chauffeur. Then she knelt down in the basket and Wendy attached the chain to her collar. Some wrist cuffs were retrieved from the bedside cabinet and Jen didn’t need to be told; she put her wrists behind her back ready and waiting to be restrained. Having thus disposed of Jen, Wendy and Mistress Tanya left and, as the door closed behind them, Jen was alone.

Fortunately the dog basket, like everything else in the hotel, was luxurious and Jen had no problems snuggling down to rest. After a while the door opened and the chauffeur returned but it was only long enough to put a bowl of water next to the basket and leave again. Jen drifted in and out of sleep, her body clock disturbed by the jet lag. At one point porno she woke up and, feeling parched, lapped at the bowl of water. It was hard with her hands behind her back but she managed to slake her thirst and, settling back down, returned to her wait.

After a while Wendy entered and, without so much as a glance at Jen proceeded to strip off and prepare for a shower. One of the advantages of being super rich is that all Wendy’s luggage had been sent on ahead and was already unpacked so Wendy had all that she desired already laid out in the wardrobes and bathroom. Jen lay still watching Wendy out of the corner of her eye. Although she had seen Wendy many times dressed in only her silk dressing gown and had often been intimate with her this was the first time she had seen her completely naked, and not just naked, naked and relaxed. Wendy was behaving as if Jen simply weren’t there and Jen found this intimate peek into Wendy’s private life made her appear more beautiful, more desirable.

Returning from the bathroom Wendy dressed, selecting from the wardrobe a black cocktail dress that, combined with high heeled court shoes and a simple but classy selection from her jewellery box, left her looking a picture of elegance. The phone rang and Wendy answered it. Jen couldn’t catch much of the conversation but she did hear “I’ll be right down” and as soon as Wendy put the phone down she left.

Wendy hadn’t been gone long when the door opened again; this time a maid entered. She went through to the bathroom and Jen heard her moving around as she cleaned up. Then she returned to the bedroom and started to tidy, picking up the used towels, sorting out the dressing table, and turning back the bed. Like Wendy she behaved as if Jen were not there except that she refilled the water bowl. Jen wasn’t sure whether the hotel specifically catered for those with slaves or was simply prepared to pander to any request as long as the guest was rich enough. She suspected the latter.

Jen settled down to wait. Oddly enough she wasn’t bored, she found that being bound and helpless helped her to switch off and she could just lie there, curled up in her basket waiting for her Mistress. She’d enter a sort of trance, floating, barely existing as the hours drifted by. That was until her bladder started sending urgent messages. The jet lag had left her thirsty and earlier she’d drunk time and time again from the bowl. After the maid had left she’d drained the bowl again and now, hours later, she was paying the price. At first she just clamped her thighs together hoping she could hold it in but the pressure just kept building and holding it back was getting harder and harder. She knew that if she wet her bed she would have to pay the price and soiling the carpet was going to be no better. And then it came to her, she could use the bowl.

It was as awkward as it could be with her wrists restrained and her neck chained to the bed but eventually she managed to manoeuvre herself so that she was kneeling over the bowl which was clamped between her calves. Scared that she might splash she tried to let go gently but, once she had started, she couldn’t stop and the relief was such that, quite frankly, she’d given up caring whether the urine splashed or not. Finished at last she looked down; the bowl was full but not dangerously so and, with a bit of careful manoeuvring she was back in the basket without spilling any.

Some time later Wendy reappeared with the chauffeur in tow. She was slightly tipsy; evidently she had been partying and she was holding on tightly to the chauffeur. As she approached the bed she saw, or more importantly smelled, what Jen had done.

“Oh, piglet, you mucky little puppy, couldn’t you control yourself.” There was an air of resignation in Wendy’s admonishment. She turned to the chauffeur. “Be a poppet, will you, and tidy this up and then hurry to bed. I want you, now!”

Whilst Wendy got undressed the chauffeur took the bowl to the bathroom to empty and, noticeably didn’t bring it back. When she returned she quickly stripped off and slid into the bed next to Wendy who was already waiting for her.

As Jen lay, curled up in the basket a ball of bitter jealousy burned inside her. She had done all the work, travelled all this way and now she was ignored, surplus to requirements. Whilst Wendy was out partying she was chained to the bedpost and, even when she returned that little slut of a chauffeur was pleasuring her. Wendy couldn’t see from where she was, nor did she particularly want to, but neither Wendy nor the chauffeur were being restrained in their love making and were noisy enough to leave Jen in no doubt as to how athletic they were being.

With a sob of frustration Jen settled down and tried to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow she could be useful. That little bitch of a chauffeur may be good looking, blonde, and good in bed, but when it came down to business the she would be the one Wendy turned to.

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Babes

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It was the rumble of Clay’s husky voice, reminding him that he was not alone with the kid that stopped Rayne biting Xavier then and there. His friend’s powerful hands ran up his arms to his shoulders, massaging him almost cautiously and drawing him back.

“Take it easy, tiger!” the bigger man urged and he knew from the sudden wary edge to the man’s words that he had seen enough. Rayne felt cold inside. He had known Clay long enough not to fear him but he had no idea how much of a wedge this revelation would drive into their friendship. For the moment he was just grateful that Clay had not over-reacted. Perhaps he owed that much to their history. Whatever it was, the words stayed him briefly and he moved to his knees between them, eyes closed, kissing his way down Xavier’s lean, downy torso into the hot well of his groin. Half-turning he then bestowed his kisses on Barclay’s powerful, sculpted triceps and abs, biting his stiff, dark nipples and letting his tongue trail down that firm, chocolate-dark body, right to the base of his shaft. He stroked Xavier’s upward curving cock in one skilful hand whilst his lips worked over Clay’s magnificent erection, soothing both of their anxieties simultaneously. Rayne felt his fangs recede as he concentrated determinedly on satisfying them both.

Xavier had managed to stifle the soft whimper at being let go, and it turned into a sigh of pleasure as those long fingers wrapped around him and stroked. The sight of Rayne’s soft lips stretched around Clay’s dark pole was exciting, making him throb in Rayne’s stroking hand. Xavier caressed his arm and Clay’s taut thigh next to him. He lifted up so he could kiss his way along the back of Rayne’s arm and across his shoulder and then inhaled the delicate, minty scent of his hair. His tongue came out to trace the shell of Rayne’s ear while he got a closer look at the way the smaller man slid Clay deeper into his throat.

Xavier’s soft moan vibrated his lips where they touched Rayne’s skin.

“Mmmm…. I can tell you like that as much as I do,” Xav whispered across his ear. Trailing soft tender fingers down Rayne’s smooth shoulder and supple back he circled a fingertip in the little hollow at the base of his spine. “Will you let me fuck you?”

Rayne knelt up a little, his jaw slackening enough to release Clay so that his lips slid back to the hood of his glistening shaft. The silver stud in his tongue flickered back and forth just beneath it, making the bigger man groan hungrily as Rayne considered this proposition. From the flashes of recollection he had shared with the boy he had presumed that Xavier would be completely submissive but the urgency of that whispered suggestion told him more than a hundred fragments of memory. He was no blushing virgin and Xavier had a lovely cock. Rayne already had a good idea how it would feel inside him but even so, as he curled his hand around Clay’s pulsating sex and kissed the leaking head, his green eyes slid sideways to meet Xavier’s curious gaze. A little smile curved his lips as he nodded his head.

“Sure,” he whispered, a small, husky sound that was muffled as he took Clay back into his mouth and his long black lashes shuttered that acid-pale stare once more.

“Get him ready for me, baby,” Clay rumbled with a broad white smile, stroking Rayne’s silken, black hair, then reaching out to caress Xavier’s cheek.

Xavier came up on his knees so he could reach Clay’s lips. He kissed and bit his new friend’s bottom lip lightly before moving to make a trail of kisses down Rayne’s back. Such a sweet ass the singer had! He would have been happy with anything tonight, but this was a special treat.

His hands caressed over the smooth skin. He took his time with his kisses and little nips and licks until he couldn’t wait any longer and ran his tongue up and down that delectable crack. His fingers circled Rayne’s hips as he wriggled the hot tip of his tongue into his tight puckered hole.

The singer quivered again, caught between the two men, engaged in a couple of his favourite activities; giving head and having his ring vigorously rimmed. Xavier’s breath was quick and hot between his cheeks and the boy’s tongue teased and tickled him with so much skill that he relaxed at once, reassured that he was in the türkçe altyazılı porno hands of an expert. His lips stroked Clay’s slowly pulsing shaft greedily and he ran a hand between the porn star’s muscular thighs, steadily milking his heavy balls whilst rocking his arse gently back into Xavier’s grasp, riding the surge of his lapping tongue.

“Mmmmmhhhh…” he growled in a low, needy tone, hoping that the sound alone would convey his pleasure.

It did. And it sent urgent quivers up and down Xav’s back. One hand reached for the little tube of lubricant Clay had used on him earlier and left on the bed. With hardly a pause Xav replaced his wriggling wet tongue with a hot slippery finger. He knew exactly the right way to stretch and tease and curl the pad of first one and then more of his fingertips over the smooth spot inside until he knew that Rayne was more than ready. The singer moved fluidly as he was touched and teased, squirming onto his side, then sinking down on his back beneath them both, spreading himself with the flexibility of an acrobat. His head tilted back so that he could take Clay into his mouth again. Encouragingly he ran the sole of his right foot up and down over Xavier’s flank as the younger man knelt between his thighs.

Xavier eased his rigid cock into the singer’s snug channel steadily, but with no rush. He was always a considerate lover. He bent to kiss and nibble along Rayne’s shoulders and the crook of his throat while he pulled back slowly and then drove forward again. Harder this time, because he felt that was what was desired of him; a shunt at the end of the thrust that sent quivers through them both. He fucked like he danced, smooth and hard and grinding, utterly focused on his partner.

Under him, Rayne exhaled urgently with each thrust, circling his lean hips to press down on his mate’s sex each time he was impaled. Clay gripped his hair, surging between his lips in perfect synchronicity, looking down at Xavier with an appreciative smile on his dark, handsome face.

“God you feel wonderful…” Xavier whispered over his skin as he stroked in and out of him. He dragged his lips and the tip of his tongue down Rayne’s chest, tasting him and breathing him in before sucking and nibbling the stiff peaks of his nipples. Having come once and got the edge off, he could go all night… usually. But the way Rayne squeezed him and writhed under him and looked so damn sexy, taking Clay’s monster down his throat, was edging him up again already.

Warm, skilled fingers wrapped around Rayne’s erection and fisted him in time with the hard thrusts of Xavier’s hips. The thick shaft pulsed under Xavier’s strokes, he moved his thumb repeatedly over the sensitive underside of his head, sweeping up over the tip and swirling the slick drops of pre-cum around the ultra soft skin there.

His teeth grazed the taut nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and then his tongue laved it. His breath was hot over the wet spot he made when he lifted his mouth. What an erotic picture, this beautiful creature under him, his body gripping him so tightly… Xavier’s hand moved a little faster, the deep thrust of his hips quickening.

“… oohh, baby, I can’t wait to make you come again!” he breathed in a husky timbre.

Rayne Wylde made a small sound that could have been agreement but could also just have been forced out of him by the urgency of his mates’ thrusting cocks. In Xavier’s hand his erection jumped violently and a spill of pearly pre-cum seeped from the straining slit. His head tipped right back between Clay’s legs so that he could rub his cute little nose against the black stud’s enormous, low-hanging balls. At once the bigger man eased up off him whispering; “Uhhhh… suck ’em for me, honey!”

Clay knelt over Rayne on the bed, his muscular body and ebony skin glistening with moisture as the singer’s soft, skilful lips drew gently on the looser flesh of his shaven ball sac and his jaws parted wider, swallowing those big hot nuts one at a time.

Rayne lifted both his legs, scissoring them around Xavier’s lean body as the younger man pulsed between his thighs. He pulled Xav into him urgently as he rode on the beautiful dancer’s straining cock and his vigorously pumping hand. A long, low, needy groan escaped him, along with another slow flood of semen. Rayne’s sex twitched violently again in Xavier’s sticky hand and his slender body contracted fiercely around the fabulous member scratching an itch of need, so deep inside him. He cried out again, with less inhibition this time, almost ready to explode for the delicious stroking sensation in his loins.

The hand touching him so expertly slowed, slid down around his shaft, more like a caress then a stroke now, easing him back from the edge. Xavier’s warm tongue traced lazy teasing circles around his nipples.

Such lovely pale cool flesh wrapped around him, Xavier thought. He had to wonder how Rayne could be xnxx so cool when he was burning up. He slowed his rhythm for a minute… two, and then slowly began to build once more, driving harder and faster until they were close. Then he changed pace again. He kept up the tease, bringing them up and easing them down several more times and he found to his delight that after a time he’d warmed his lover up quite well.

He could keep this going; he was after all trained by some of the best, and he loved to give pleasure, but the sexy little moans and soft sounds of delight emitted by his lover had gone from needy to nearly frustrated. Xav knew the steel-hard pole in his pumping fist was aching for release… not to mention that his own need was getting almost unbearable.

This time when he built the pace to a heated, frantic frenzy he didn’t back down. He spread his knees, changing his angle to drive that much deeper into Rayne. He warped one arm around Rayne tightly, pulling him in with each thrust. Bending his head and bowing his body, his lips sucked at the tender skin of Rayne’s throat as his hips bucked and a light sheen of sweat turned his tanned skin to honey gold.

“…Mmmrrrrrrraaaaaaaah!!” The scream was muffled into the side of Rayne’s throat as Xavier spilled his hot young seed into the tight sheath gripping him.

“Rrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh… yeaaaaahhhhh!” Clay roared, exploding into the singer’s mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

Rayne tried to find words as Clay pulled out of his cream-filled maw but discovered he’d forgotten how to speak. He swallowed hard instead, fighting to catch every last trickle and spurt of salty goodness from his friend’s clenching balls. He was shuddering uncontrollably as Xavier bent over him, his knees drawn back and his heels pressed into the dancer’s naked back just below his shoulder blades, bracing himself hard as he felt boy’s thrusts quicken inside him again. The young dancer had not lost his erection and he was not slowing this time; nor showing any signs of stopping at all, in fact. His clever tongue was sending delicious tendrils of electricity from Rayne’s erect and painfully sensitive nipples to his bucking groin. Clay had moved around behind the blond and was slowly rubbing against him now, running that big, wet, slippery love muscle up and down between Xavier’s pert cheeks as he watched them bobbing urgently between the singer’s slim thighs.

Amazingly Clay was showing no signs of wilting either, even though men had been known to drown in less fluid than he had just ejected from that powerful tool.

“Jesusssss!” Rayne growled, his tongue still greedily seeking out every last trickle of cum in and around his mouth as he felt Xavier’s clever hand pulling vigorously on his twitching cock again. The head of the boy’s gorgeous fuck rod was impacting on his sweet spot with every thrust and sending powerful aftershocks through his loins that almost drove him crazy with desire. “Uuuuhhhhhhh… sweet fucking Jeeeesus!”

He tried hard to keep his jaws together as Xavier curled into him, licking and nuzzling at his neck. Even with his face turned right into the pillow he could still feel the blond all over him, rubbing him and touching him outside and in until he wanted to scream because it felt so good. Xavier smelled so hot and delicious and the pounding of his heart driving the blood through his young body was like a tribal drum beat in Rayne’s head.

The cum had just been an appetiser, and he knew it. As Xavier stabbed up hard inside him and held his hot cock in there, flooding him again with his invasive heat, Rayne felt his body jolt furiously. He exploded in the boy’s hand sucking in a sharp breath that whistled like a boiling kettle in his throat, a long, sharp, helpless keening note that shook him physically from head to toe. He was out of control and he knew it. The waves just kept coming and he gripped Xavier’s shoulder and his damp blond hair tightly in both hands as the massive sexual quake rocked his senses. Xavier’s face was buried in the hollow of his neck and he did not see the impulsive extension of his mate’s magnificent dogteeth. The first he knew of them was when Rayne Wylde sank them smoothly into his jugular and began to suck ravenously on his slender neck.

Xavier felt the sharp canines sink into him on a sort of distant level. The endorphins pumping through him after such an explosive climax had him almost high. He hung limply in the Vampire’s tight embrace, if not between his legs. Each draw of that succulent mouth seemed to pulse through him and made the little aftershocks in his still-hard cock throb.

He moaned, melting against Rayne, pliant and submissive; too caught up in the delicious warmth to worry over much about such things as blood loss. The love bite was actually very erotic. He moved his head slightly, stretching the long line of his neck and opening the wound ever so slightly more, sending a hot gush of thick porno izle blood into the Vampire’s eager mouth.

Rayne stretched and undulated against Xavier like a lithe little cat rubbing up for attention. He rolled the blond onto his side and moved up over him, trying to contain the fountain of crimson that erupted from the bite. Generally he tried to ascertain with a bedmate if he or she had any issues with blood clotting but it was a bit too late for that now. Clay, who had been vigorously stretching Xavier’s ring again, his view of all this obscured by the curve of the young dancer’s naked back, now protested a little at the shift of position. His murmured objection tailed off as he spotted the steady stream of blood that ran down the blond kid’s bare chest from the point where Rayne was hungrily kissing his neck.

“Holy Jesus!” the big guy whispered in horror. “What in fuck’s name are you doing to him?”

Xavier’s arms slipped from around Rayne’s body, falling bonelessly to the bedspread. He paled under the tan of his skin, and the body that was so hot moments before began to feel cool. A little whimper escaped him as he teetered on the brink between conscious and unconscious. That strange dark pull he felt with Rayne was sucking him under like a tide pool he couldn’t escape. Drowning! He felt like he was drowning in heavy syrup, so sweet he didn’t care.

Each pump of his strong heart sent a new glut of blood, and a fresh string of memories. It was as if his life was laid out, bared, fanned like the pages of a gritty, tragic book for Rayne.

The Vampire’s consciousness flashed on a beautiful young woman with pretty blue eyes, the same as her cute, blond son’s. She took him to see the ballet and he loved to watch the dancers; transfixed by their lithe, flexible bodies and the bright colours and exotic plumes of their stage garb. He was torn from that bright spot of happiness into a dark pit of pain and despair. A hard hand held him face down on a mattress; his mother’s boyfriend’s hand. He was a kid, maybe eight years old. He couldn’t see much in the dark room but he could feel the dirty bastard’s hands on him, smell the stale scent of tobacco and beer and sweat.

That was replaced by another horror. This time he was thirteen, kneeling on the living room floor, panic gripping him. His mother lay unmoving, unresponsive as he tried to bring her ’round. She was cold, not breathing; the belt still tight around her upper arm, a blood-filled syringe hanging limply from the crook of her elbow. This mainline was her last.

There was a swirl of half-remembered faces; social workers, then a foster family. In an attic bedroom an older boy gripped his hair and pumped his cock down his throat. He hated the boy and wanted him desperately at the same time, the throb in his groin a hard guilty ache.

The memories started to speed with his heartbeat. Only tiny snatches coming now in a rushing tumble. Money and drugs coming easy; a great many faceless older men eager to open their wallets and their pants; it all rushed past in a warm tide. Rayne fell back from Xavier, on his knees, catching his breath although he knew it was not even necessary. Some habits were hard to break. His pulse was racing with the young dancer’s as he touched his lips to the bite wound that was already healing on the boy’s neck, stunned by the memories; unsure for a moment if he was seeing Xavier’s past or his own.

Then Clay’s powerful hands were on his shoulders, not consoling but pulling him clear of the kid and virtually throwing him off the bed. Rayne bit his tongue and the insides of his mouth involuntarily as he crashed to the floor and the bigger man sprang up to loom over him. Barclay might not be a young man but he was still no weakling.

“What the hell did you do to him, you crazy bitch?” he yelled, shaking his head as the slender Englishman reeled on the sumptuous rug at his feet.

Rayne was struggling to stay calm, though he raged inside at this rough handling as the memories that were not his own still jostled in his head. He knew there was still blood on his face from the bite and tried to wipe it away.

“He’s gonna be okay,” he slurred, still feeling drunk from the rush of emotionally charged images. “I didn’t hurt him.”

He was used to some transference during a feed but the pictures in his head were rarely this strong. Usually he could block them out if he chose to. Either Xavier was a potent empath or the similarity of his past recollections to Rayne’s own had broken through his emotional shields. He could not be sure without talking to the boy.

“Go check on him. It’s nothing more than a scratch, I swear!”

Clay was already turning back to the pale, breathless blond boy on his bed, concern in his dark eyes; his erection rapidly wilting. Behind him Rayne slumped supine on the floor for a moment, closing his eyes and willing his pulse to slow down.

Xavier vaguely felt the hands on him. Soft, gentle hands, and so warm. The fingers touched his throat and he winced a bit. Must be the biggest hickey ever. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. His pupils were dilated so far they must be dark pools, ringed with blue. Everything looked gray and slightly fuzzy around the edges.

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Later in the week the level of sexual activity at Alpha Beta Delta decreased, as the girls became preoccupied with preparing for the open house that Saturday. The entire first floor, which was where the party would take place, was thoroughly cleaned; decorations were put up and a menu planned.

Jenny grew increasingly anxious as the day grew nearer. Life at ABD had brought her out of her shell to a large degree, but the prospect of a house full of strangers still made her nervous. It didn’t help that Kristin was largely unavailable – as sorority president, she had numerous responsibilities related to the big event that kept her busy.

The day of the party dawned gray and drizzly, and Jenny woke up alone in the barracks. All the other freshmen were with their seniors, and Jenny lay in bed feeling sorry for herself. She had barely seen Kristin for the last three days and felt neglected and alienated.

She finally roused herself from bed around 10:00 to find a whirlwind of activity going on downstairs. The kitchen especially was bustling, and Jenny was immediately roped into helping prepare dips and hors d’oeuvres. The day passed quickly after that, and before Jenny knew it the first guests were arriving. They were mostly frat boys who had arrived early to cherry-pick the best food.

Jenny was finally discharged from kitchen duty just before 7:00, the open house’s official starting time. Just as she was starting up the stairs she looked up and saw Kristin on her way down, seemingly floating there in a long, flowing white dress. She had never looked more beautiful – her blue eyes sparkled and her lustrous blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders. As they approached each other, Jenny wanted desperately to throw her arms around Kristin, but knew that she was covered in flour and grease and didn’t want to do anything to tarnish Kristin’s loveliness.

“You look amazing,” Jenny said quietly, feeling dirty and humbled in the presence of such glamour.

“Thanks,” said Kristin, beaming. “Are you getting changed?” Jenny nodded. “Good. I’ll see you down there.”

Back in the barracks, Jenny showered and dressed simply in a pink top and black skirt. The room was full of girls chattering and primping, and there was an excited buzz in the air. Jenny was still a little apprehensive but when the group made its way downstairs, she allowed herself to be swept along with it.

The house was crowded and noisy now, with music blaring and a hundred conversations going on at once. After taking a minute to enjoy some of the food she had helped prepare, Jenny wandered around trying to get her bearings. A couple of boys tried to engage her in conversation; she listened politely for a minute or two, then excused herself at the first opportunity.

As a school-sponsored activity, the open house was officially alcohol-free, but flasks were being openly passed around and a keg of beer had somehow appeared in a neglected corner of one room. Jenny happened upon one of the juniors pouring vodka into a bowl of punch, and decided to help herself to a cup. It went down smooth and she followed it with a second. Jenny was not used to drinking hard liquor and before long her head started to swim. She drifted closer to where the music was coming from, and spotted Kristin at the other end of the room. But she was surrounded by people and there was no hope of getting to her.

Disappointed, Jenny walked out into the garden to get some fresh air. Almost immediately someone handed her a joint and she took a long pull on it, coughing and trying to say thanks at the same time. It was strong stuff, and immediately everything around her seemed brighter and more colorful. She heard a familiar voice to her left; squinting, she saw that it was April and was hd porno beside herself with joy at seeing her friend. She wrapped April in a clumsy bear hug, nearly tumbling the two of them over into a hedge. April laughed; her ex-roommate was obviously a little buzzed, but it was good to see her enjoying herself.

A would-be comedian was holding forth nearby, and he was actually pretty funny, or so it seemed at the time. Putting an arm around April’s shoulder, Jenny listened and laughed, then laughed even harder after the joint came around a second time. Soon her throat felt scratchy and dry, so she took April by the hand and led her to the punch bowl, where both girls filled extra-large cups.

Jenny was now officially more loaded than she’d ever been in her life. April led her to the dance floor where they shook their butts to a throbbing, bass-heavy track as red and blue lights flashed in time to the beat. Music had never sounded to Jenny the way it did at that moment; it seemed to rumble up through her feet, resound throughout her body, and shoot out the top of her head.

When the song was over, she leaned up against the wall to catch her breath. She saw Kristin in the doorway talking to two extremely tall, athletic-looking guys; they must be members of the basketball team, she thought. Suddenly an image flashed through Jenny’s head: Kristin was on her hands and knees, her pretty white dress hiked up around her waist. One of the guys was fucking her from behind as the other plunged his cock into her mouth.

Shaken by this vision, Jenny felt lightheaded and decided to look for a place to sit down. After what seemed like an hour she found a dimly lit room far away from the center of the action. The music was barely audible here and the only light was from a couple of flickering candles. Jenny stretched out on one of the several couches in the room and tried to collect herself.

After a few minutes her eyes began to adjust to the light and she realized that she was not alone. Two of her fellow ABD freshmen, Natalie and Rachel, were curled up together on a couch to her right. Natalie looked up at Jenny with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Hi, Jenny,” said Natalie, a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with the most piercings of any freshman.

“Hi,” answered Jenny. “What are you guys doing?”

“Oh, just chilling. Why don’t you come sit with us?”

With some difficulty Jenny squeezed herself onto the couch. Red-haired Rachel rested her head on Jenny’s leg and smiled up at her groggily. “You feel nice,” she said.

“Hey Jenny,” Natalie said, holding out one hand. “Take one of these.” Focusing intently, Jenny saw that she was holding a bunch of little blue pills.

“What are they?” Jenny asked.

“Ecstasy!” giggled Rachel.

Normally, Jenny would have been appalled at this idea; her small-town high school had filled her head with all sorts of horror stories about the evils of drugs. But in her current frame of mind she was very receptive to trying something new. Before her better judgment could kick in, she popped two of the pills into her mouth and swallowed them down.

* * *

The morning after the open house, Jenny woke up in bed with Kristin, who was still snoozing contentedly. Feeling both hung over and floatingly blissful, she struggled to remember what had happened the night before. She had been laying on the couch with Natalie and Rachel, and everything had felt so wonderful. She loved being with the other girls, feeling their warmth and softness and beauty. Hands roamed over her body, and she reached out to feel a leg here, a breast there. Lips brushed against hers and tongues darted into her ears. At some point Jessica, another ABD freshman, joined them on the couch. Faces appeared in the sex izle doorway, some familiar, some not, then disappeared again.

Jenny lost all sense of time, and all sense that there was a boundary between herself and other people. She could happily have stayed indefinitely in that warm pile of flesh, but she was suddenly overcome with the desire to share the great joy she was feeling with Kristin.

Disentangling herself from the other girls, Jenny walked back out into the party, which was in its last dying throes. A soft song was playing and there in the corner was Kristin, looking tired but still radiant. She and Jenny slow-danced together in the empty room, then made their way upstairs. Jenny helped Kristin out of her gown and joyfully licked every inch of her body from head to toe. She lingered on parts she normally overlooked, like Kristin’s underarms and knees, savoring the salty taste of her. When she reached Kristin’s pussy it was deliciously wet and willing. Jenny explored every corner of it with her tongue, bringing Kristin to a series of quietly ecstatic orgasms. Afterward Kristin held Jenny close and fingered her clit, which was on fire with need.

This morning everything was glowing slightly, though Jenny’s head felt tender and she badly needed a drink of water. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. “Emergency house meeting!” yelled a voice. “11:00. Don’t be late.”

Kristin stirred and looked over at Jenny. “That doesn’t sound good,” she said.

The girls showered and went downstairs, where they joined a crowd of quiet, slow-moving Sisters who were drinking coffee and eating pastries. At 11:00 they filed out of the kitchen, through the main living room, and into the parlor, where a door was open that Jenny had never noticed before.

Jenny noticed that the front door of the house, normally open at this hour, was still locked securely. She followed Kristin through the unfamiliar door and down a long stairwell that led to a cavernous basement room. Something about this place was slightly sinister, almost medieval. Chains were strewn about and there were numerous items of strange-looking furniture whose function was mysterious to Jenny. At the far end several dozen chairs faced a small stage, upon which sat what appeared to Jenny to be gymnastics equipment.

The assembled Sisters took their seats and murmured quietly among themselves, wondering what was the cause for this urgent summons. There was complete silence when Alexis White appeared at the foot of the stairs and strode toward the stage. She had an especially stern, almost angry, look on her face. Jenny felt her stomach tighten and turn.

“Are all present and accounted for?” asked Miss White, addressing Sasha, the Sergeant-at-Arms.

“Yes, ma’am,” answered Sasha, who had been checking names off a list.

Miss White took the stage and addressed the girls in a firm, authoritative voice.

“Ladies, it has come to my attention that some of our freshmen engaged in indiscreet activity during the open house last night. I find this very upsetting. Exhibitionism is not what we are about here. This kind of behavior endangers not only Alpha Beta Delta’s status on campus, but its very existence. You seniors out there remember the complaint filed against us by the Campus Christian Association three years ago, and you remember the difficulty that caused.

“These unacceptable indiscretions must be punished. Does anyone care to come forward and confess?”

There was silence in the room as Jenny struggled inwardly. She knew she should speak up, but she didn’t know what the punishment would be, and she was mortified at the prospect of being embarrassed in front of everyone.

“Very well, then,” said Miss White. “All the freshmen altyazılı porn will be punished alphabetically. Sasha, who’s first?”

“April Shanti-Jones,” answered Sasha.

Jenny glanced over at April, who stood up looking apprehensive. At that moment, she made up her mind to do the right thing.

“I confess,” said Jenny, standing and facing Miss White as bravely as she could.

Miss White nodded her head. “Thank you, Jenny. Anyone else?” Again, there was silence. “Very well. Jenny will take the punishment for all of you. I hope you appreciate her courage.”

Kristin quickly spoke up. “Miss White, I should be punished in Jenny’s place. I failed to instruct her fully regarding proper behavior. This is my responsibility.”

Miss White answered her commandingly. “I will decide who is punished, Kristin. Now be seated.”

Kristin obeyed reluctantly, and Miss White nodded to Sasha, who led Jenny to the stage. Jenny was stripped naked and bent over a sort of pommel horse so that her ass stuck out toward the audience. Her arms were stretched out to her sides and her wrists securely chained. Mercifully, Jenny couldn’t see the other Sisters from this angle, but she could see Miss White, who was brandishing a formidable-looking bullwhip.

Jenny’s whole body vibrated with fear. She struggled against her bonds but to no avail. Miss White shook the whip to extend it to its full length, then lifted it into the air and snapped her wrist. There was a whistling sound as the whip traveled through the air, and a crack as it connected with Jenny’s rear.

Jenny cried out. The pain was sharp, and hot, and her face was burning with shame. But she deserved this punishment, she knew it, and that made the pain something different: a kind of fulfillment.

The air sang again as the whip flew, again there was the sound of impact and the groan in response. Jenny might have found it hard to believe, but she was actually getting off easy. Miss White was extremely skilled with the whip, and the stroke she was using made a lot of noise but did not deliver maximum impact. Because Jenny had taken responsibility, she wanted to make her point without hurting Jenny any more than necessary. She gave Jenny a dozen lashes, then dismissed the Sisters.

Everyone filed out quietly except for Sasha and Kristin. Kristin knew what was coming next. Miss White always became highly aroused when administering a whipping, and often indulged herself with the victim afterward. Sure enough, when everyone was gone Miss White put down the whip and buckled herself into a frighteningly large strap-on, even bigger than the one she’d used on Jenny in her office.

She approached Jenny, who was still chained down with her red ass sticking out, and pushed the phallus into Jenny’s mouth to wet it. Mounting the stage, Kristin reached between Jenny’s legs and found a surprising wetness there. Apparently she had been aroused by the punishment too.

Soon Miss White was fucking Jenny from behind with powerful thrusts that made the whole apparatus to which Jenny was chained shake. Kristin leaned down in front of Jenny and kissed her tenderly as the gigantic plastic cock pounded into her. Sasha’s job was to reach between Miss White’s legs and rub her clit as she continued to slam into Jenny’s cunt.

Jenny, for her part, scarcely knew where she was or what was happening anymore. The pain and pleasure had gotten all mixed up into one pure sensation of freedom. She gazed into Kristin’s eyes, trying to express something, but she didn’t know what.

When Miss White came she dug her nails into Jenny’s side and made one last deep thrust as if releasing a load of semen. Then she stood still for a moment, breathing heavily, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. She pulled out and dangled the strap-on between Jenny and Kristin so the two girls could share the duty of licking the juices off it. Then Miss White stroked Jenny’s head, expressing a lot in that simple gesture, and was gone.

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