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It was a warm summers evening and the daylight was slowly diminishing as I sat in my car waiting for Jade to return with our Chinese take-away. We found ourselves in some unknown area of Rochdale after trying to visit a girl friend we had met the weekend previously at a nightclub.

This friend of ours unfortunately could not keep her appointments and obviously forgot that Jade and I were calling. So that left us time to drive around the town just cruising the streets, taking onboard the way people lived around there.

We both fancied a Chinese take-away after picking up the spicy smells through our open windows, that hit our nostrils whilst driving past a line of shops on the high street.

Jade volunteered to fetch it and I waited listening to some smooth jazz on the stereo and watching three men sitting outside a local bar as they sat drinking. They noticed her get out and walk over to restaurant and I could hear them passing comments between themselves of how they would love to feel her up and do things to her as they watched her. I was not shocked at their annotations or innuendos as one becomes used to it from guys who get together and become outspoken through drinking alcohol. Lets face it, we do the same ourselves on those girly nights out, but I hasten to add, more discreetly.

“Hiya darling, fancy a drink!” One of the men called over to me. “You and your friend. Come and join us.” I smiled and tried my best to be pleasant without exchanging conversation.

“She’s driving mate.” The other older man kindly informed him. “Can’t drink whilst driving.” At least he was thinking straight from his mind. But the other two continued to offer their invitations.

The younger man came over to the car, spilling his drink slightly on the way, which was a clear indication that he was somewhat intoxicated. I must admit he was quite well dressed and quite good-looking, a man who clearly looked after his physique. He looked inside at me and smiled saying; “No offence love, but we were just asking if you would like a bit of fun. You see me and my mate, not the old guy, me and John, thought that it was such a nice evening and maybe you were up for a bit of nightclub or perhaps a few drinks and meal or something.”

I looked ahead, gripping the steering wheel and sucked my teeth. “I don’t think so. But thank you for asking.” I replied, pleasantly. Then he scratched his head, thinking of something else to say. He looked in and scanned my top, moving on downwards to look at my thighs.

“Very nice. You going somewhere nice then?” he asked.

“Not particularly, no.” I could see his nostrils twitching, searching out my perfume and getting high on everything else his senses could pick up.

“You got a boyfriend love?” he asked.

“Yes I have as a matter of fact.” I replied, again being as genial as possible.

“What about your friend?”

“What about her?” I asked. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“Good, then she might be up for some fun then? What do you think?” he asked.

“I doubt it very much.”

He started to point his finger at me grinning. “Wait a minute. You’re playing hard to get. I know your game. You want some fun don’t you? I can hear that mind of yours ticking over in your head. Its ok, I know how you girls think.”

“Do you?” I said.

“Mad for it.” He took one big gulp of his drink. “I bet you two are on the prowl looking for fun. Well, darling, your prayers have been answered. Here we are.”

“I don’t think so.”

I noticed Jade through the rear view mirror walking back to the car with the food packages in her hands. When she arrived she stood and waited for the guy to move away so that she could pass the packages through the window to me.

“Hi darling!” he said looking up xnxx at her. His eyes carefully scrutinising her legs and upwards to her top. Then he stood and smiled at her. “Fancy a bit of fun?”

“Watch my lips…” she began, “fuck off now, before I pour that drink over your head.”

I wanted to laugh out loud, as I expected Jade to say something, but not as directly as that. The man looked shocked and silently he walked away embarrassed by the laughter that his friends greeted him with. I accepted the packages and she walked around the car, amidst jeers from the men, to get back into the car. I handed her the packages once she had sat and replaced the seat belt.

“Jade, really. That was a bit naughty don’t you think?” I said, starting the car and driving off down the quiet high street. “I don’t think he was being unpleasant.”

“Why do you fancy him then?” she asked, unravelling the wrapping paper from the food to check the contents.

“Actually he was quite nice.”

“Nah! Probably married with a house full of kids and a down trodden wife.”

Of course, Jade knew all about that kind of thing. Her mother was certainly abused by her father who was a very heavy drinker and I suppose any man who came close to her intoxicated naturally became labelled as the same. She was very defensive towards me as I was with her. But there were times when I detected a certain protectiveness, which bordered upon jealousy with both men and women who tried to associate with me.

In all the years that Jade was my best friend and lover, I had always wondered if she was a lesbian rather than bisexual, as I certainly was. But then we have both had relationships with men and enjoyed them just as equally. Her attitude was the cause of her father, of which there was no doubts.

“Lets go somewhere quiet.” She said. “Somewhere we can eat our take-away and be alone for a while.”

“Do I detect something promising?” I asked with a grin. She smiled back at me with that gorgeous smile that signified that she was feeling good about herself and that she had something nice on her mind that she wanted to share with me.

I drove out of town and in the evening twilight, made for the surrounding country lanes miles from anywhere. The scent of the mid summer vegetation at dusk was so erotic to me. The days heat had warmed the trees and plants all around, leaving that sweet aroma that reminded me of sex in the air.

I stopped the car on a quiet lonely road and together we ate our Chinese take-away washed down with coke from a bottle I kept in the glove compartment. Each in turn passing it back and forth as we quenched our thirst.

“Know what?” Jade said, breaking a few minutes of silence. “I hate men.”

“No, I don’t think you do.”

“Really Lou, I hate them. I am convinced now that they are really shit. If I ever get pregnant, I want to give birth to girls. No boys, no men.”

“And who will give you these babies? Are you some kind of Virgin Mary?”

“Certainly not a virgin that’s for sure.” She replied with a serious look upon her face that made me start to laugh. “But, I can find a really quiet guy who will make love to me and I will have his babies whenever I wanted to get pregnant. And stop laughing, I’m serious.”

I sat back and watched her drink from the coke bottle. Her mind firmly focused on her future plans to find the perfect man that will provide her with girl babies each time she felt like spending nine months of her life gestating. Jade was beautiful in my eyes. She had a fantastic imagination and a refreshing personality that never failed to make me feel happy being with her. I loved her so much and I knew that she felt the same way about me.

I leaned forward and gently brushed her auburn hair over her earlobe to expose her cheek so that bakire porno I could softly place a kiss on her. Her skin was so soft and its fragrance made me feel so heady, that my kiss turned into tender licks, moving downwards onto her neck. I could hear her moan as I reached one of her erogenous parts, under her smooth chin. Then I turned her face so that I could kiss her lips, growing ever passionate as our tongues played in our mouths.

“Louise, I want you so badly,” She whispered. “It’s been a long time since we made love.” It had been weeks ago and we were so hot for each other, nothing could stop us from satisfying our needs at that moment in time.

I reclined her seat and opened each button on her blouse one by one as I kissed her on every part of her skin that became exposed. I began to lick in-between her breasts, squeezing them gently together as they lay cupped in her bra.

Moving my kisses over her soft mounds and onto her navel, I pulled her blouse free from the waistband of her skirt. I looked up and noticed her enjoying everything I was doing as she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, anticipating my next move. “How horny are you Jade?” I asked. She never answered me. I slowly lifted her skirt, gathering it around her waist as she raised her buttocks for me so that I could expose her white cotton briefs. I placed my face close to her crotch and detected that sweet combination of cologne and sex. “Oh Jade, you smell so good.” I told her.

My heart began to pound in my chest as I pulled her briefs free from her pale hips, rolling them gently away from her mound and the auburn pubic hair that she so neatly trimmed. I could see a glimpse of inner petal peeking from her lips and so I irresistibly ran my tongue along it, teasing it as I continued to pull down the briefs. She gave out a moan and jerked closer to my tender ministrations, her body language begging me to please her so.

I knelt across her legs and lifted away my top, reaching around to unclip my bra she watched me and reached out with her hand to feel my breast, touching my nipple and playing with it ever so gently, teasing it into a tight erection between her thumb and finger. “I love you Louise,” she whispered.

“I love you too Jade. I love you so much that it hurts when we are apart. I don’t want you to leave ever.” I told her.

“You know that isn’t possible. You love Jason just as equally. You have to share your love between us. The same will happen to me one day, when I find the right man to love me how I want to be loved.” I clasped her hand in mine, holding her to my breast.

“This feels so different. This is pure love and no man, no matter how much I love him, can make me feel as I do with you.”

“No Louise, it is just an extension of our experimental games. Real love is what you and Jason have for each other.”

“No Jade. Why do I always miss your tender fingers soothing me and your passionate kisses and caresses? Even when I am making love to Jason, I think of you.”

“Then maybe one day I will feel the same way as you do, when I love a man as you do.”

At that time in our lives together, Jason had come between us. I loved him, but I could not express to Jade in words the difference there was. With Jade is was like we were one and our souls were thrown together during the act of love making as if I could feel her feelings and she could feel mine. With Jason it was simple interaction. I tried to do the things he liked and he the same for me but the shared feelings were not the same.

When I touched Jade, running my finger along her moist lips, I could feel it myself, knowing the pleasure it was giving her. When I gently licked and tasted those same lips, I too could feel the same in me. It was more intense than interaction. bedava porno It was purely empathic, and no man, no matter how in love I was with him, could ever make love to me in that way.

The night drew on as darkness fell. We both stripped ourselves naked and indulged in what seemed blissful sex. Together, we lay on the reclined seats facing each other and brought ourselves to a climax using our fingers and thumbs, kissing passionately, at the same time as we felt the extreme closeness of our warm bodies. We could control our orgasms in such a way that we both knew when to ease off and allow each other to ride the immense feelings inside of us from one climax to another. And in all the years that we knew each other not only as friends, but lovers, it got better and better each time so it seemed.

As we lay, holding each other close, Jade fell into a restful sleep. I watched her and listened to her breathing. I had lost track of time and noticed that it was almost three in the morning. We had certainly been out longer than intended and we had accomplished something different and unplanned in those past hours.

I sat up and found my cell-phone, turned it on to read the messages. All of them from Jason, all asking how I was and where I was. So, I keyed in his number and called him.

“Darling, I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m fine, no problems. I’m with Jade right now and we are on our way home soon.” He told me to hurry home where he thought I would be safe, beside him in our bed. But he will never understand clearly exactly what I had shared that night with Jade. The hours of continuous lovemaking and affection that two women who love each other so much can enjoy. To Jason it was “our thing”; to us it was so much more.

I woke jade and helped her get dressed. Leaving her in semi-consciousness so as not to wake her totally out of her drifting twilight dreams. The journey to her home would take some time. Time enough to let her rest, until I escorted her to her flat and helped her into bed. Leaving her with the reminders of our night together, I kissed her tenderly on the lips and then I made sure that she was safe and secure before leaving.

It was almost five when I entered our house. I looked at Jason sleeping, sprawled out across the double bed with his arms out-stretched and snoring. And I found it funny in a way, reflecting on the fact that it could have been another man I was looking at, a strange man, a gorgeous and drunken man, had I not been faithful. But then I was not tempted, knowing that Jade and I had something important to do for ourselves given the opportunity.

I undressed and slipped into bed, coaxing his arms around me and getting him to hug me tight with his hand affectionately cupping my breast as I eventually fell asleep, thinking of my Jade.

At breakfast I watched him, rushing his cereal, constantly watching the time as he ate, so as not to be late for work. “Did you miss me last night?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Where did you say you were darling?”

“With Jade. We had a great time.”

“Oh yes, so you said. As long as you two enjoyed yourselves then that’s ok.”

“We made love again.” I told him.

“Yes, a bit of harmless fun I suppose. I know you two. The three of us should get together sometime. I mean that.”

“Does it bother you?” I asked.

“Not really. I know how close you two are and I don’t mind sharing you with Jade. I quite like it; it makes me feel horny, thinking about the things you two get up to. Must be fun. I just wish I could join in sometimes, that’s all.”

I sat back, sipping my coffee and smiled to myself. He got up and brushed away the crumbs from his lap and kissed me passionately before leaving for work. “See you later this afternoon darling. Have a nice day.”

I had no secrets to hide from Jason. He accepted the fact that Jade and I were “that little bit closer” than just friends as he put it. After all, Jade and I were lovers well before Jason walked into our lives. He had a place and he knew exactly where he fitted in.

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The company organised an annual team building opportunity for both key and junior staff members, held somewhere in North Wales, normally in late October. The event was a great diversion from the day to day workload pressures. Most of the staff enjoyed what could be a real fun break, especially if the participants enjoyed the physical aspects and were reasonably fit. Wendy fell quite happily into both of these areas. It could however be a bit daunting for people who have not experienced some of the aspects of the Outward Bound regime especially when the weather is not so good.

This was the second time she had been selected for the team building week, the first had been four years ago when she first joined the company. Being aware now of what would be required of her, she was looking forward to a week in the mountainous countryside, climbing and abseiling, with probably a bit of canoeing or raft building thrown in for good measure.

Wendy was twenty six, with fair hair and a well kept body. The sort of woman that would always get a second look, her bright blue eyes ensured that eye contact was maintained just a little longer than normal when both men and women looked into them. She had no ties at home living alone in a small two bed apartment close to her work base as she had done for the past two years. The death of her parents in a flying accident had left her enough to buy the apartment outright. For a while she had shared it with a like friend, Gillian, but she had moved on almost a year ago. The relationship with Gillian however was not that strong but at the time it satisfied a need in both of them.

When the participants arrived on the Sunday, the meet place was in the village where the cars were left for the duration. Along with those that came by public transport, they were picked up by minibuses and ferried up to the professionally run lodge. Rooms were pre-allocated, the girls sharing two to a bunkroom, the lads kept nicely apart from them in a communal dormitory, probably for fear of extra-curricular activities as a result of the invigorating exercise and fresh air.

At first, she hadn’t given her cabin sharer much attention, she was an administration assistant from somewhere in the Northern office and was probably about nineteen but looked younger, almost like a schoolgirl. Wendy had already unpacked and was sitting downstairs in the lounge so she had seen her arrive on the second transport. She saw her looking at the room allocation before making off with her travel bag. At the time, Wendy had no idea that she was to be her room mate but after she got up and looked again at the listings, the penny dropped.

That afternoon there was a social get together, with the team leaders explaining, as they always did, the do’s and don’ts, where the boots and the cleaning gear was kept. Finally, in turn, each of them had to stand and introduce themselves but were not allowed to say what their position was in the company. Not that that mattered because they all knew what department each of them worked in anyway but it was just a reminder that they were all equal for the duration.

Her roommate was a shy Linda from Durham, unmarried, no boyfriend and living with Mum and Dad, an only child and with a local accent that had a nice lilting tone. Wendy watched her as she reeled off her personal introduction. It struck her then that she really was very attractive with dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, quite a sweet boyish, slim figure and a most appealing pert bottom and tiny breasts that Wendy could almost die to get her hands on. It crossed her mind that at least she might get a look at her without the confines of the tracksuit and tee shirt she was wearing at the moment.

During the final team session, after they had eaten, the trainer was showing them how to tie various safety knots, Wendy noticed Linda looking in her direction several times. A couple of times they made eye contact, just for a brief moment. Finally, the group adjourned to the lounge and sat around in three or four groups chatting, a log fire crackling in the hearth adding to the general ambience. Wendy joined a couple of the guys who like her were in engineering so she didn’t get any time with Linda who was sitting with a group of young people, but once again, she noticed her keep looking towards her. This she thought was a little strange but let it pass although she did on one occasion, make eye contact with the girl holding it for just a little longer than might be normal. The girl blushed as if she had been caught out in something but Wendy smiled at her and she returned the smile and then quickly turned away.

At this moment, Wendy wasn’t sure what had happened between them but she was intrigued as it was something a little different than would be expected between two people who were at the time no more than casual acquaintances. She hoped that the continued eye contact suggested an almost intimate contact but felt perhaps that she was reading too much into porno izle it but nevertheless, hoped that she may have had some interest other than Linda seeing her as a roommate.

At a reasonable time, Wendy made her excuses to the men that she was with and headed off to the room for a fairly early night, ready to face the next day’s rigours. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Linda getting up and following along behind her so she turned and waited for her, holding out her hand as she approached.

“Hello, I’m Wendy, you must be Linda.” as she shook her hand and made a physical connection.

“Yes, that’s right,” she more or less whispered, “This is my first time at this sort of thing.”

Wendy gave her a little reassuring smile as they walked side by side, “Don’t worry, it’s a fun thing really and if you get stuck, I can give you a hand, we’re on the same team so it won’t be cheating.”

As Linda stood aside for her to go before her into the room, she looked at her and said “After you.” and stepped back for Wendy to go into the room before her.

“You didn’t need to do that.” Wendy said, perhaps sounding a little annoyed, “We’re all equal this week.”.

“Uh oh, sorry, I guess it was force of habit you being so much older.”.

Those few words completely deflated her, ‘Did she think I was her Mum or something’ Wendy wondered.

“That’s you off my Christmas card list.” Wendy managed to come back with.

Linda was mortified when she realised what she had said but when Wendy starting laughing, it restored the moment and although still a little embarrassed, the moment passed but they now had a little shared intimacy with each other.

They both readied for bed, discreetly turning their backs to each other as they undressed and climbed into their nightwear. Wendy hadn’t expected anything even marginally sexual to happen on the course so had only brought a basic and very unsexy top and bottom sleep suit with her which she climbed into. When she turned, Linda had a fairly short nightdress on but had kept her panties on until she had pulled back the duvet. Then, pulling it over her like a puppy in a sack, wriggled out of them and leaned over to put them on the stand with her other clothes. So, following her example, Wendy climbed into her single bed after putting the light out, managing to stub her toe in the darkness to the merriment of both of them. She didn’t think she was that tired as she looked across at the girl opposite her, all sorts of thoughts racing through her head but before long, was in a deep sleep.

She woke with the morning light just creeping in through the window and turned to look at her sleeping partner, fast asleep, her dark hair spilling all over the pillow. It was still early but Wendy wanted to get a shower so she climbed out, grabbed her robe and made her way to the female bathroom and took a very pleasant but quick shower. After she had dried, she made her way back to the room and started to dress. The noise must have woken Linda as she opened one eye and looked across at her. For a moment, she seemed to be struggling to work out where she was but then she was sitting up in bed, looking as fresh as a daisy.

“Good morning.” Wendy ventured, “Did you sleep well, I slept like a log, must be the mountain air?”.

With a little stifled yawn, she looked at Wendy almost fully dressed and said “Am I late, you’re nearly ready?” and swung out of bed, reaching for her dressing gown.

Wendy made a great play of putting her socks on and giving them her every attention but in fact, she could just see the dark triangle of pubic hair beneath the girl’s nightdress hem and then it was gone as she pulled her dressing gown around herself and after grabbing at her wash bag and towel, headed out of the room to the shower.

“Don’t be long,” Wendy called after her “I’ll wait for you and we can go along to breakfast.”

She was quite quick, returning with her hair soaking wet wrapped in a towel, the dressing gown pulled tightly around her, her nightdress in her hand which she slipped under her pillow and pulled up the duvet to cover the bed. She dried her hair with the towel, then turning her back to Wendy and without removing the dressing gown stepped into her panties and pulled her track suit bottoms up over them. Carefully taking her arms out of the sleeves, with the gown still covering her, the little bra went on next, then after shrugging off the dressing gown, she pulled on her tee shirt. Wendy had a view of her slim back but it was very fleeting. When she turned around, Wendy had deliberately turned away from her but those little subtle erotic glimpses had created what were the inevitable feelings of sexual excitement.

Two days went by during which they did quite a lot of rock climbing and together, the two girls formed more of a bond. Linda had a fear of heights but with a little help from the instructor and with Wendy’s hand on her bottom pushing her up to the next brazzers level, they did well together. Wendy was certainly fitter than her that was for sure as she seemed to run out of steam quite often and needed more than a little encouragement. They were good days however, they both enjoyed it despite the tears when she realised how high she was during the first climb but with her partner tight up behind her and roped up with her as they made the ledge, she gained the confidence to go on. The three men that were with them, also called encouragement to her, the five of them ending the first two days in the big outdoors, working as a team.

The third evening, Wendy was able to spend a little more time chatting to Linda, but as there were a couple of other women in the group who had joined them, the conversation was mainly swopping stories about their personal situations, marriage, boyfriends and parents. When they broke up to get some sleep, it was pretty much like the previous evenings in their room, with Wendy wanting to get a better look at her young friend’s body. This evening however with more success, as Linda seemed to be more at ease and was a little less reserved. She didn’t bother to turn her back when removing her undergarments and whilst Wendy averted her gaze, she noticed that when she in turn undressed, Linda didn’t avert her gaze. She seemed to not be embarrassed now by Wendy seeing her body. But, there was no opportunity to go any further as Linda jumped into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Wendy finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the forbidden fruit in the bed next to her, feeling that familiar dampness between her legs.

The fourth evening was more of a social event. The whole of the group were together in the lounge with the instructors and it turned into quite a fun evening. Although no concert pianist, Wendy was able to knock out a few tunes on the piano in the corner keeping the party atmosphere going until quite late. Linda was drinking wine along with the others but had consumed perhaps a little more than she was used to as when she stood up to go to bed, she was very wobbly, clinging to Wendy who had moved alongside her for support. A couple of the men were a little concerned and offered to help but Wendy assured them it was OK, so with an arm round the girl for support, the two girls tottered of to bed. By the time they got into the room however, Wendy thought Linda was going to pass out but she carefully helped her over to her bed, laid her down and began to help her to get her clothes off.

Her top came off first and then after undoing the bra, there were those beautiful little breasts open to her gaze. They were so cute but beautifully shaped with delicious little pink nipples. She was very giggly and uncaring by this time. Wendy sat her up and helped her on with her shortie nightdress making sure that her hand brushed across a nipple. Then, laying her back on the bed, took off her trainers and socks and carefully pulled down and took off her track suit bottoms. Unsure if she dared remove her panties, the last item, the doubt was resolved as there she was taking them off herself. It seemed she was no longer aware of Wendy who wasn’t sure if it was just what she did when she went to bed, but there it was in front of her for her to stare and wonder at.

Wendy was captivated, Linda’s legs were apart as if she wanted in a strange way to be looked at, but by now, the girl seemed to be nearly asleep, her mouth just slightly open and breathing the breath of someone going into a deep sleep. Wendy reached out and touched the pinkness hidden amongst the glossy black hair with the tip of her finger. Linda didn’t stir, her eyes still closed, her breath coming evenly. She waited before making yet another gentle touch, then so quietly moved upwards for just one touch of that hidden clitoris. Her finger lingered, just applying a gentle pressure on the spot. All the time she was watching to make sure that she didn’t go too far and that Linda wouldn’t wake up screaming but her breathing was still deep, so she thought that by now she was well asleep with the effects of the wine.

As she so gently moved her finger on her clitoris, she felt it begin to harden under her finger. ‘My God’ she thought ‘I have to stop before it all goes wrong’ and moved away from her and actually suddenly felt a little guilty. She was more than a little concerned that Linda would have some recall about what had just happened. To cover this, she took Linda’s hand and put it down between the girl’s legs, pushed her legs together, rolled her onto her side and covered her over with the duvet hoping that if she came to wondering why she was sexually excited, she would believe that it was of her own actions.

Still sitting on the bed, Wendy urgently pulled down her own pants and watching her, began to masturbate, dipping her fingers into the slippery secretions and rubbing at her clitoris until the orgasm hit fake taxi porno her. She was still excited even after the rush of the release, so after putting out the light, she undressed, climbed into her own bed, now naked and began the gentle rhythm that brought her once more to orgasm.

She was not sure how long she had been asleep but awoke to feel someone getting into bed with her. There was a whitish light in the room from the bright moon in a clear sky. In the white glow, she could see the outline of Linda’s face, then a little voice said “I’m a bit scared, and the room’s going round a bit, can I get in with you for a while, there’s something outside making a noise?”. Wendy moved over to make room holding back the duvet and then suddenly the young girl was in her arms, snuggling into her neck, whispering so quietly she could hardly hear “I liked what you did when you put me to bed”.

That little confidence made her heart jump. “I thought you were asleep” she whispered back “You looked so beautiful laying there” was about all she could say.

She was taken aback by the disclosure but at the same time more than a little excited that perhaps Linda wanted to get a little more physical. Her hard little breasts pressed against Wendy’s and she held her tight, soothing with her hands on her back and then she felt one of Linda’s legs go on top of hers so she slipped her own leg up between the thighs which had opened, she could feel the slight scratchiness of the pubic hair on her thigh as she pushed it up between her legs. Linda’s sex was pressed against her. She felt her face pushed towards her and gently nibbling her neck. Stii, Wendy wasn’t sure but allowed a little more pressure with her thigh between her legs and then, imperceptibly at first, Linda was moving. Not a great deal to begin with, just slight changes of pressure and all the time she was kissing Wendy’s neck and making little sounds. Wendy couldn’t help herself, it seemed to come naturally as she clenched and released her thigh muscles in time with Linda’s smaller movements until the girl was pushing down hard on her and she could feel a subtle wet slipperiness from her.

Her head moved back from Wendy’s neck and her mouth was there for her to kiss. Their mouths joined together and they kissed deep and hard, the tongue licking at her. all the time the movements on her thigh getting faster and harder, then with a little cry she came, shuddering and making noises into Wendy’s open mouth.

Holding her close while her breathing returned to something approaching normality. It was then that Linda perhaps felt a little guilty at what had happened between them. “Oh my God” she said “I’m sorry Wendy, I dreamt that you were touching me and then I woke up and heard noises outside and was scared but you were so warm and you were naked and I couldn’t stop what I was doing and when you kissed me, it was so good.”

“Sshh, it’s fine, “Wendy told her “I liked what you did, it was exciting and I wanted to kiss you and make you feel good, go to sleep now.” She kissed Linda on the mouth and she kissed back but she wasn’t ready to sleep, she wanted to talk.

“I’ve never done it like that with anybody else before” she confided, ” My Mum and Dad are quite strict and I’ve never had a proper boyfriend. I’ve had sleepovers with some of the girls when I was at school, but we only talked about it and practiced kissing and things and with one of my friends, we cuddled a lot and sometimes we touched each other over our pyjamas but we didn’t really do each other, you know, properly, but once she let me rub myself on her but it didn’t happen, she didn’t ever rub herself on me. A couple of times she did herself down her pyjamas but only under the covers and she wouldn’t let me look. It didn’t really work for her I don’t think but she seemed to want me to think it had. I’ve always felt closer to other girls and I think about them a lot, not boys.”

The confession, if you could call it that, was not what Wendy expected and she was surprised at what she had told her. After a few minutes she asked Linda “Do you do yourself then? “.

There was a little silence as she thought about the question. “Yes, I do it quite a lot actually, I started doing it before I left school but I’ve never told anybody about it apart from my best friend Janice but that doesn’t count does it, we don’t really do it together, just mostly talk about it and we kiss each other. When I got into bed with you, I knew what I was feeling and that you had touched me there and I needed someone to hold me tight and then when you didn’t have any clothes on, it happened and it was all so nice and it made me come. It was so much better than doing it on my own. “

Understandably, Wendy was by now very turned on the way this conversation was going, she wanted to come herself, she wanted yet another orgasm. “Shall we do it together? ” Wendy asked and moved over onto her back and started to play with her own so sensitive clitoris, carefully slipping a finger in for lubrication, waiting for Linda to do the same in the confines of the small single bed but instead, the girl turned onto her stomach and stuffed the pillow between her legs and stated moving backwards and forwards on it.

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This is a follow-up from the previous story in my “Tales from the Bar” series. It would help if you read the others first.

*****

Hi, my name’s Patricia but people usually call me Trish. You might remember me from the story that Maz told of her ‘fun night’ with that young tart Naomi. At the time, she asked me to write about what happened to me, but I really didn’t want to. I felt that what had happened between me and Sandra was too private and intimate. It was only after I read her version that I felt I had to. I needed to redress the balance.

Everybody goes on and on about how lovely and sweet and kind Sandra is, which she is but not in the way most people see her. She offers up a façade to the outside world, let me tell you. For sure, she came over as friendly that first night when we met her at the restaurant. To be fair, I spent most of the time talking to Naomi. She was more my age and we were on the same wavelength. When we left, it seemed that Maz had already agreed to go back to their home for a nightcap, and I just sort of went along with it. Although I’d only known Naomi for a couple of hours we were getting along fine, and we walked back to where she lived hand in hand. I could hear the two oldies talking behind us, but they were too quiet for me to work out what was being said. Little did I know that they were plotting about us.

When we got back Naomi was sent off to fetch a bottle of wine and Sandra sat Maz on the sofa with her and I was left standing like a dummy. I was quite grateful when Sandra finally noticed me, but I felt a bit awkward when she made me sit between then. It was a bit of a tight squeeze and I was conscious of both their bodies squidged up against mine.

When Naomi came back she handed round the drinks and sat on the arm of the sofa next to Sandra who made some remark about how pretty she was. I knew that it wasn’t directed at me, so I kept silent but watched as Sandra’s hand stroked the length of Naomi’s thigh and made small forays under the hem of her skirt. It seemed almost as if she was marking her territory but, apart from that, I paid her little or no attention. Her eyes were fixed on me and I began to feel slightly awkward especially when she told Maz that she thought I was pretty as well. I took a large gulp of wine to cover my embarrassment and that was when things started going weird.

Apparently Naomi had a dance and Sandra wanted to show her off. At first she seemed reluctant but eventually stood up and went over and hunted through their collection of CDs. The dance, when it started, wasn’t directed at all three of us but was clearly aimed at Maz. I’ve never actually been to see a striptease show but the music and the dance were exactly how I imagined things happened. I’ve been to a few all girl parties in my time and it was the sort of music that would prompt some very explicit ‘dirty dancing’. I’m sure you know what I mean.

Anyway, that is what Naomi proceeded to do directly in front of Maz. My jaw dropped as I could hardly believe it was happening. I expected, at any moment, that Maz would say something, maybe even make an excuse and leave, but she seemed hypnotised by the gyrating girl standing far too close to her. Even I couldn’t take my eyes off her and when I felt a hand on my thigh I couldn’t move.

By now Naomi was topless and was playing with her breasts and nipples in a blatant invitation to Maz. Sandra put her mouth close to my ear.

“She’s very sexy isn’t she,” she whispered.

I couldn’t speak but managed a nod of agreement. When Naomi suddenly pushed Maz’s legs apart my own legs were pushed even harder into Sandra’s. Her hand on my thigh made wider sweeps along my leg and began to creep under my skirt. Part of me wanted Maz to take charge and announce that we were leaving but my body was already reacting to the exploring hand.

As Naomi’s skirt fell to the floor, I felt the first touch on the front of my panties. It was gentle and soft at first but slowly it travelled the length of my silk covered pussy. A tremor went through me and I felt the juices begin to flow. I’m sure the probing fingers could detect that as well and I knew I had gone past the point where I could easily leave. As the stroking speeded up I abandoned myself to my greedy urges.

Meanwhile, Naomi had turned her back on Maz and bent over. Her panties had come off and her legs were spread as she offered her pussy and arse to Maz.

“I think we should leave them to it,” came another whisper, “come with me.”

Her hand came out from under my skirt as she quietly stood up. She took my hand and gently pulled me to my feet and led me from the room. It is only after having read Maz’s story that I found out what went on after we left. I don’t blame either of them. I’d have done exactly the same if the dance had been for me. It seemed as soon as we left the room all that stopped being part of reality. I allowed myself to be led upstairs by a woman who, in porno izle reality, was old enough to be my mother. She opened a door and stood to one side to allow me to enter. It was obviously her bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large bed as the dominant piece of furniture.

I heard the door click shut and then two hands on my shoulders spun me round and she kissed me hard on the lips, before pushing me away with such force that I staggered a few paces until the edge of the bed caught the backs of my knees and I fell onto my back on the bed.

“Well, what are you and I going to do while your girlfriend is distracted?” she asked in a slightly mocking voice.

She came over and sat beside me, gazing down where I lay unmoving. I felt a curious but intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement. My heart was racing, and I could feel my pussy twitching. It jumped even more when her hand went back under my skirt and touched me there again. This time it wasn’t a gentle caress but a forceful push that insinuated the silky fabric of my panties deep between my pussy lips. Then the pressure was gone.

“I’ve already explored down there. I love that your cunt is so readily wet for me,” she was gloating as she licked her fingers. “But what else has my little tart got for me to play with?”

She reached over and grabbed my boob roughly in one hand and squeezed. I yelped and she squeezed even harder. She swung one leg over me and ended up sat on top of me, trapping my arms with her knees. I knew that any chance of escape was gone but suddenly I had no urge to do so. Now both hands were on my boobs, squeezing them, pinching the nipples through the thin blouse. I tried to squirm, but one hand came free and I was slapped across the cheek.

“Stop wriggling, you little tart,” she told me and there was something in the tone of her voice that made me do as I was told.

She looked into my eyes and held my gaze as she slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it apart. As usual I wasn’t wearing a bra and she seized my nipples between thumbs and fingers and pinched them hard. I screwed my eyes shut and clamped my mouth closed, trying not to utter a sound but when her finger nails joined in my mouth opened and a groan of pleasure escaped. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed pain as part of sex and quite how much I’d missed it over the past few months.

Eventually the pinching made way for several hard slaps. Left, right, left, right. The first few from side to side and then from top to bottom. My trapped hands yearned to reach up and protect my tender breasts, but I was helpless. Finally, she stopped and sat back to admire her work. I opened my eyes and looked down. My boobs were red and the skin tingled, but my nipples were like little rock-hard pebbles and stood proudly pointing up to her.

“Well done, little tart,” she said, and I revelled in her praise, “Now, let’s have a good look at the rest of you.”

With that she rolled off me and stood up. I took the opportunity to use my hands to deliver some much-needed TLC to my boobs. One by one she picked up my feet and took off my shoes and tossed them into a corner. She suddenly heaved on the second foot and rolled me over onto my front. I felt her scrabbling at the zipper of my skirt before that was tugged down and off. She pulled my blouse down my arms and that too was flung to some distant corner of her room, before I was rolled onto my back once again.

Even though I knew it might antagonise her I made a vain attempt to cover my pussy with my hands, but they were quickly slapped aside.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and keep them there.”

Instinctively I obeyed her. She had a presence, a charisma that denied the possibility of disobeying her.

“I see the little tart’s cunt has already been leaking,” she mocked me, and I blushed until my cheeks were the same red as my boobs. “Lift your legs up.”

Obediently I raise my legs until they were vertical, and I felt my panties being pulled over my arse and up my legs. As I let them fall back to the floor I tried to close them but a fierce slap on the inside of each thigh prompted me to spread them for her. I watched as she held my panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. A smile came onto her face as she stepped to one side and opened a drawer in the dressing table and dropped them in. I said a mental farewell to my best and prettiest pair of deep red panties. They were also Maz’s favourites and I knew she’d miss them too. Sandra came and sat next to me on the bed and I looked up at her wondering about her intentions. I didn’t have long to wait.

“Give me one of your hands,” she demanded and held out one of her own to receive it.

I disentangled my fingers and pulled my right hand from behind my head. She grabbed it and pushed it between my legs.

“Fuck yourself,” she demanded, her voice curt, “show me what you do when you’re alone.”

So, very conscious of her eyes on me, I started brazzers to stroke myself. My arousal had started downstairs with the erotic dance and had built even more since I had been brought upstairs. My pussy was so wet my fingers slipped and slithered back and forth until I landed upon my hyper-sensitive clit. I could sense my orgasm approaching with an almost indecent and eager haste. I left my thumb to minister to my clit and pushed three fingers as deep as I could go into the warm velvety centre of my being. Suddenly my wrist was grabbed, and my hand was pulled roughly aside, and she delivered a hard smack on my sensitive pussy. My reaction was to yelp, partly in surprise and partly at the sudden pain, and my legs automatically closed together. I was rewarded for this action with two more smacks on my thighs.

“Open them, bitch,” she hissed at me.

Reluctantly I did as she told me and another smack, harder than the first, took my breath away. I managed to resist the urge to close my legs again only to receive a third blow. It was softer than the first two, hopefully as a reward for my obedience. Then she pushed my hand back onto my pussy.

“Again, little bitch,” she told me, and I started to masturbate again. My orgasm that had slouched away like a naughty school-child now turned around and began to return. My desperate fingers worked in and out of me and I silently prayed that I would be allowed to cum.

For a second time my hand was snatched away, and three hard smacks came down upon my defenceless pussy. It took all my willpower to keep my legs open and I could feel the tears of pain and frustration welling up in my eyes. She made me go through the same routine twice more until I was a gibbering wreck. I was a total mess; my hand and my thighs were covered in my juices and I could feel the tears streaking across my face. After the fourth time, when my pussy was on fire from her treatment she went to replace my hand but stopped and allowed it to hover just out of reach.

“Do you want to cum, little tart?” she asked in a voice that had the illusion of kindliness.

“P-p-please,” I managed to mutter between sobs.

“Then ask nicely.”

“Please may I cum,” I said in my most wheedling voice.

She raised an eyebrow and looked down at me disdainfully. “Please may I cum … who?” she asked.

For a moment I was puzzled but then latched onto the hidden meaning.

“Please may I cum, Miss?”

“Good girl,” and she let go of my wrist and let my hand drop onto my pussy.

I was surprised but also terrified that she might change her mind. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and thrust my fingers back inside. I started to push in and out and my orgasm seemed to know that this was the time. It wasn’t just my pussy that came but every part of me seemed to explode at the same time. It was all too intense, and I think I fainted.

I was brought back to life by a cold liquid being poured over my face. I woke, spluttering, and blinked my eyes. She was kneeling astride me holding out a tilted glass of water that she was slowly trickling over me. She stopped when I showed renewed signs of life. While I was out she had stripped down to her underwear which consisted of a black leather corset and long black boots. Instead of panties she wore a strap-on with a scarily large black dildo pointing straight at me. She gave me a light smack on the side, scarcely more than a tap compared to her others.

“Roll over and get onto your knees,” and, despite my hazy state, I scrambled to comply. I managed to get onto my knees and my head was pushed roughly down onto the bed covers so that my bottom was high in the air. Several hard and very loud smacks were aimed at my helpless bottom and each one sent a new tremor through my pussy. Then, without ceremony, she aimed the dildo at my pussy. I was still oozing moisture and I felt it begin to slide inside me with no difficulty. It entered me and kept going until I was filled. It waited for a second or two and then pulled back, almost all the way. Then began the slow ritual as it went in and out at a steady pace. I could feel a second orgasm beginning to build.

I hoped that this time it would be allowed, and I closed my eyes and started to relax into the feeling. I opened my eyes again in alarm when I felt something pushing at my arse-hole. I’ve done many things in my short life, but my arse has been penetrated very few times. But the feel of the dildo sliding in and out distracted me enough that I relaxed and let whatever it was push past the tight sphincter and nestle inside me. The effect it had was to speed up my approaching orgasm. Somehow Sandra seemed to sense it and the thrusts of the dildo became quicker and the object, whatever it was, started to fuck my arse. When I came it was like a dam bursting. For the first time in my life I squirted! I don’t think either of us were expecting it but as she pulled the dildo fake taxi porno from me my juices continued to flow from me and drip onto the bed. She collapsed sideways and looked into my face with a smile. The last thing to go was the object in my arse which turned out to be her thumb.

“You messy little bitch,” she said but there was a lightness and humour in her voice, “you’ve not only got me covered but the bed as well. And yourself but that’s your problem not mine.”

I flopped over onto my side and gave her a wan smile. “I’m sorry,” I pleaded.

“I’m going to get cleaned up. Get the bed stripped and I’ll bring some fresh linen so you can re-make it.”

With that she pushed herself upright and walked into a second room which I guessed was her bathroom. I lay quietly for a while listening to the sounds of running water. I could barely move but I was buoyed up by the memory of two monster cums the like of which I’d never had before. Eventually I rolled onto my back and sat up. I looked down at my boobs which were still red and very sensitive especially the nipples. My pussy felt sore and badly used and was still leaking very slightly. I forced myself to stand and started to strip the bed. Every movement was an effort, but I forced myself to do it. I’d just finished when she came back in.

She’d changed into a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt, her usual night-time attire I guessed, and she carried an armful of bed linen which she held out to me. I took them from her and, as she sat in the chair at the dressing table watching me, I slowly and painfully made the bed. I was slow and it seemed to take forever but finally I turned to face her.

“Do you think I could have a shower please, Miss,” I asked her in my best little girl pleading voice, proud that I had remembered to add the ‘Miss’ at the end. Instead of answering she simply crooked her finger at me and beckoned me over to her. I stood at a place that she had pointed to, directly in front of her. She looked me up and down. She reached up with both hands and gripped my nipples and squeezed them gently, almost lovingly.

“How are these pretty tits, little tart?” she asked me and gave them another, slightly harder, pinch. I grimaced as the pain returned briefly.

“A little sore, Miss,” I confessed.

She let go of my nipples and turned her gaze downward. “And what about this messy cunt?”

“It’s also sore, Miss, but happy,” I said trying to make light of the dull throbbing and the sticky mess that was all down both thighs and had spread across my mons.

She reached to one side, opened a drawer and pulled out my pair of bright red panties. At her command I spread my feet apart and, with one hand on the small of my back, she proceeded to wipe my pussy and down my legs. And she wasn’t very gentle either, pushing the panties between my bruised lips to soak up any spare juice she could. I was still quite sore down there and I made little pain noises but stopped when she told me off and not to be such a baby. I was then told to turn around and bend over and she wiped between the cheeks of my arse. When I was allowed to straighten up and turn back around she had my panties held to her nose and her eyes were closed. She jerked back to reality and dropped them back into the drawer and closed it.

“That should help the aroma linger for a nice long time don’t you think? Now, to bed with you, you can shower in the morning. You can sleep on the other side.”

With that, it seemed I was dismissed. I climbed into the far side of the bed and pulled the crisp, fresh duvet up to my chin. I still felt sticky despite her attempts to wipe me clean and I hoped I wouldn’t mess up the clean sheets. She climbed in next to me and immediately turned out the light. In the darkness she rolled onto her side facing away from me. A short time later I heard a slight snuffling snore and I was left in the dark with my own turbulent thoughts.

In the morning I was finally permitted to take a shower but was told to come down to the kitchen wearing just a towel around my waist. Most of the rest you know although I refused to give Maz any details of my night with Sandra. We met up with her and Naomi a couple of times for drinks, but we never went back to their place again. Not that I would have minded but Maz seemed to be against it. It was on one of these nights out, when another couple of women also joined us, that we found the infamous back room of the pub and we started to meet there regularly.

Not long after this Maz and I split up and although we both still went to the Thursday meetings she had some new girl on her arm, and I went alone. At one of these Sandra cornered me in the ladies and started probing me about Maz and I. I explained the situation and it ended up with her inviting me round for dinner. Apparently she and Naomi had gone their separate ways as well. The upshot of it all is that I am now with Sandra. I moved in officially a couple of weeks back. And, before you ask, one of my main reasons for accepting was what happened on that night. Understandably it caused a bit of a stir and some tongues to wag on a Thursday night but that only lasted a couple of weeks before it became yesterday’s news.

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This is a continuation of a story I wrote back in 2009 and submitted as Squirt and Her Cousins. It was submitted by me under the name of rbenne.

*****

Chapter One

It was a warm day in March when Sam entered the kitchen waving a poster.

“Look Squirt I think you should register for this Trade Week. It’s in Perth during our off season.”

Squirt read the poster. Seafood Cooking and Trade Week in Perth: six of the world’s top seafood chefs will be conducting Cooking Master Classes before a banquet where the recipes they demonstrate are served, also latest kitchen equipment, rare spices and masses of recipes. It went on to providing accommodation arrangements and the cost per person for just the trade show or the entire event.

“Looks interesting but look at the price $2000 with accommodation, it’s not cheap and I have to get to Brisbane and then fly across the country to Perth. We won’t get out of it under $6000.”

“Fuck Squirt sometimes I think you are a brainless idiot. Stop and think this is a one of event and it will be fully tax refundable. Zoe is most enthusiastic that you attend.”

“Okay, but don’t register me as Squirt like you did with the show in Sydney, that is just my family name. My name is Storm Okay?”

Sam smiled, “Yes Squirt I read you loud and clear.”

Four months later Squirt was flagging a taxi at the Perth Airport asking to be taken to the Resort where the Trade Week was being held. At reception she was given a package that contained the keys to her room. A man carried her cases leading the way to the eighth floor and her room. It was large and obviously very comfortable. Squirt walked through the room passing through a doorway into a very cosy bedroom with a king bed. Off the bedroom was the bathroom with a full spa and shower. She noticed that on the side there was a complimentary bath robe and a large collection of toiletries for her use.

She lay back in the spa relaxing in the warm bubbling water as she felt her travel weary muscles become normal again. Looking at her watch she decided to get dressed and go down to the bar for a few quiet ones before dinner and an early night. She wanted to explore the delights of Perth the next day.

This evening was the welcoming dinner and was not formal so she dressed in a dress that left an appreciable amount of heavily tanned thigh in evidence with a yellow cotton shirt and black thigh highs. She walked from her room in comfortable flat soled shoes to the lift and proceeded down to the restaurant and bar area. She was sitting on the veranda looking across the sculptured gardens when her attention was drawn by a sudden movement.

Glancing across the bar she noticed a tall and incredibly beautiful woman enter. She must have been six foot two, walking in tight designer jeans and long tan, knee high leather boots: her shiny black hair flowing across her broad shoulders. Her well-developed thighs and arms suggested that she was very fit and used to daily exercise. She ordered a beer, standing with her back to the bar looking round at the guests sitting at the tables. Taking her beer, she walked slowly but purposely towards Squirt. Speaking in a soft yet firm confident voice that gave Squirt the feeling that this woman was used to being in control.

“Hi my name is Felicity.”

“Pleased to meet you Felicity I am Storm, are you here for the Trade Week as well?”

“Yes.”

Felicity sat across from Storm allowing her eyes to roam, coming to rest on her tiny breasts. Looking back into the sable eyes staring at her from beneath heavy brows Storm felt her stomach muscles tighten. The eyes were mysteriously hypnotic and a shiver coursed down her spine as she tried to remain calm under Felicity’s burning gaze. She was aware of Felicity’s eyes undressing her and knew she could just glimpse her panties. Storm shifted nervously in her seat. She felt her face burning beneath Felicity’s microscopic stare feeling uncomfortable as she realised that Felicity would know her much better before the next morning.”

“What table have they put you on?”

Storm jumped back to the real world, opening her bag she looked at the card that reception had given her.

“L …l … let’s see. Oh here it is … table five/eight.”

“Let’s go to reception and change that, I am table nine/fourteen. The second number is the floor you are on.”

Leaving their drinks on the table they walked through to reception.

“I will do the talking.”

“Okay.” Storm noted that Felicity had said this with a voice that expected to be obeyed.

“Good evening we are booked into the Trade Week. I didn’t know that Storm was coming and would appreciate it if you could change her table to number 9/fourteen.”

“Oh yes madam that will be no problem at all.”

After five minutes the woman returned with a package.

“Give me your card and we will replace it with this one. Do you want me to re allocate her a room on the fourteenth floor as well?”

“Storm, give the receptionist your sex izle keys and she will arrange for your things to be taken up to your new room.”

“That will be no trouble is there anything else I can do for you?”

Without answering Felicity turned and walked briskly back to the bar with Storm following in her wake.

“There, that will be lovely. Now we can spend the week in each other’s company because the table number controls all the other arrangements for the week.”

Storm nodded as she stood to get herself another drink, Felicity downed the rest of her beer quickly.

“There’s a dear get me another Heineken.”

Storm walked over to the bar which was not as deserted as it had been forty-five minutes ago. As she stood waiting her turn to order she looked back towards Felicity. She had this strange feeling that she was falling under her control and knew that she felt good about it. To her amazement she felt herself becoming wet. She glanced into the mirrors on the pillars around the room and was relieved to see that it was not obvious.

“You forgot the nibbles, that’s a good girl fetch a bowel of nuts over.”

“Oh, aarh sorry!”

“It doesn’t matter just don’t let it happen again.”

Storm hurried back to get a bowel of nuts and dried fruits feeling Felicity’s eyes following her. Why I am apologising, she thought. She only asked me to get her a beer, what’s happening. She hurried back with the nuts offering Felicity some before taking her seat.

An hour and a half later Storm was seated in the darkened restaurant listening to a rather long winded drone about Aquaculture and its importance to the tourist industry. She felt Felicity’s hand come to rest on her thigh.

She pushed it away only to feel it return and this time it lightly slapped down on her thigh quickly moving under the hem of her dress. Storm sat staring in front of her trying to will the hand away but it kept sliding up towards the secret that lay at the apex of her legs. She tensed, feeling the hand rest against her pussy embarrassed that Felicity would know that she was already wet.

She realised that she was aroused and needed release. The persistent hand rested there, not moving feeling Storms pussy soak through her panties. She was in a trance; the voice of the speaker became muted as her mind was fixed on the hand now slipping under the gusset of her thong. The finger became very active sliding along her wet slit scratching over her swollen clit. Felicity’s fingers pressed into her pussy and then it happened Storm quickly covered her mouth with her serviette as her hips began to thrust, her orgasm flowing from her. The orgasm was barely finished when Storm was brought back to reality by the applause as the speaker departed. Felicity’s hand released the sodden, captive pussy drawing it up to her nose and mouth.”

“Well come along sleepy it’s time to go.”

Storm allowed herself to be helped from her chair, following Felicity’s swaying behind as it seductively led her to the elevator. On the sixth floor the lift stopped and the only other people departed.

“You will never refuse me again do you understand?”

Embarrassed Storm lowered her eyes and quietly said “Yes Felicity.”

As she unlocked the door of her new room she asked Felicity if she would like to join her in a final drink before bed. Felicity didn’t reply but walked past her into the dark room.

They sat on the floor leaning against the small two seater couch. Storm looked into Felicity’s eyes seeing pools of melted chocolate kisses in butter. She couldn’t understand what was happening, she felt like a schoolgirl on her first date. She knew that she had no option but let Felicity seduce her, watching spell bound as Felicity took her wine glass and pushing her down onto the carpet.

Storm looked up at her face as the gap closed between them.

“So do you want me to kiss you?”

Storm, in a trance responded quietly; “Oh God, yes please, kiss me.”

Felicity began to kiss her passionately. She grazed her lips down her neck, biting there very softly. Storm heard herself moaning “Felicity” in an excited, sexy way that drove her seducer crazy. Felicity was taking her time, wanting to make this an evening that Storm would remember. Planting kisses along her collar bone before taking a long drawn out kiss on her throat leaving a deep Hickey kissing down to the top button on her blouse. Undoing the button, she looked up into Squirts misty eyes.

“Is this OK?”

“Oh yes, please anything.”

Felicity freed the remaining buttons opening the blouse revealing Storms tiny breasts with hard straining nipples. She licked a trail of fire from her navel to the valley between her breasts feeling Storm moaning and squirming beneath her. Breathing heat onto a nipple Felicity watched it become harder puffing up high above the soft fragrance of her breast. She breathed onto the other nipple hearing Storm release a drawn out hiss.

Felicity growled into Storms ear. “You are beautiful fransız porno Storm.”

Storm kissed her back before asking.

“Felicity would you take your blouse and bra off; I want to look at you as you fuck me.”

Felicity brushed her breasts against Storms, letting them brush lightly across her nipples barely touching her.

“Oh fuck this feels so wonderful, don’t stop … make love to me, won’t you?”

“Of course my little one, be patient we have all night.”

Storm felt herself being rolled over and Felicity’s lips sucking on the nape of her neck before licking down to the waist of her skirt. She giggled softly as she felt her blow on the fresh wet trail.

“Turn over please.” As Storm obeyed her lips were taken again in a deep searing kiss.

“You are so wet?”

“I didn’t know I could get this wet.”

Felicity kissed her for a long time treating her mouth like a pussy kissing, licking and sucking before going to her nipples and sucking them giving Storm a preview of all the ways she could make her feel good.

“I think it’s time to take this dress off don’t you?”

“Oh yes please.” Storm lifted her hips up allowing Felicity to pull the dress from her settling back down before arching up again so that her skimpy thong could follow.

Felicity smiled as she placed her hand across Storms wet pussy. The kissing started all over again her hands going wild feeling the wetness on her palms. She left a trail of scorching kisses all the way to the top of her pussy. Felicity breathed in the musky scent of Storms heated sex.

“Spread your legs. Wider come along don’t be shy. You are so beautiful and I am now going to make you feel good.”

Draping Storms legs over her shoulder Felicity was aware of her fast breathing become shallower and faster still. Storm moaned as she felt Felicity’s hands brush across the inside of her thighs. She had never been so wet before. Felicity looked down on her glistening pink pussy knowing that she needed to be inside allowing her finger tips to trace across her mound feeling the wet lips grazing across her clit. Listening to Storms gasps and moans.

“Are you ready?”

“Ugh-Ugh, please fuck me! Oh God fuck me now!”

Storm gave a long drawn out sigh as she felt a finger press into her, as the thumb was dragged across her swollen clit rocking her hips with Felicity’s rhythm feeling the finger moving so slowly.

“Oh God you are so gentle; it feels sooo good.”

Felicity fucked her slowly for a long time until hearing Storm moan urgently.

“More, more please fuck me hard.”

Felicity pressed another two fingers into her sopping pussy fucking her a bit faster feeling Storms pussy sucking on her fingers as they sawed in her. She was breathing fast now her hips pumping arching her back her breasts bobbing like bottles on the tide.

“Oh fuck I am so close now.”

Felicity could feel the light tremors in Storms pussy like the warning of an earthquake.

“Fuck me harder please fuck me don’t stop fuck me so hard now.”

Felicity could tell that she was so close to orgasm but she slowed and pulled her fingers from her.

“Why did you stop please I am so close fuck me for God’s sake I need it now … fuck me.”

“Ok baby calm down I am going to give you something else, something better.” Felicity kissed beneath her navel kissing down across her thighs and over her mound to the waiting flooded lips of her sex. Storm buried her hands in Felicity’s hair holding her onto her throbbing pussy feeling her tongue as it ran along her pussy sucking her clit between her teeth. Storms honey flowed out as Felicity licked it up taking her time wanting to prolong this for hours.

“You taste wonderful darling.”

Felicity drove two fingers into her sucking her clit swirling her fingers through Storms cunt. Sawing her fingers in and out feeling Storm bucking beneath her and every time Storm became too urgent Felicity would back away, allowing her to calm before continuing. Pushing a fourth finger into her Felicity felt her buck beneath her.

“Oh yes please fuck me hard now fuck me … fuck me hard I need you now fuck me.”

Felicity knew she could no longer deny her the orgasm she needed so desperately. Fucking her harder and faster her hand beginning to throb as Squirt moaned and cried out.

More! More! Fuck me hard don’t stop fuck me.”

Storms juice flowed out covering Felicity’s hand, she was bucking wildly her hips working like and automaton rocking in a frenzied dance as contraction after violent contraction exploded across her. Felicity continued to fuck her feeling her begin to buck again as a second and then third orgasm erupted with the explosive force of Krakatoa, her whole body quivering before falling back and smiling up into Felicity’s eyes, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Felicity bent down and licked up her clit biting it lightly setting off a new round of contractions before Storm collapsed into a peaceful teen porno sleep waking up half an hour later asking when it would be her turn to give to Felicity.

“Don’t worry about that my little flower we have all week yet.”

Storm sighed, drifting off into a deep satisfied sleep. Felicity smiled kissing her on the forehead, taking up Storms wet panties and left the room placing the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the outside door.

Chapter Two

The sun was streaming into the room when Storm awoke to the phone ringing. Smiling she struggled to get up off the floor. Hurrying to the phone she heard the now familiar voice of her lover from the previous evening. As usual she spoke with authority.

“Good morning my little flower and how are you this morning?”

Storm replied with a voice still thick with sleep.

“Great I think, you woke me with the phone, what time is it?”

“I knew you would sleep well, it is just past ten thirty, now listen to me carefully, I am at the Fair. A package will arrive addressed to me but with your room number on it. Please accept it and sign the delivery note but under no circumstances open it. I will meet you for lunch in the Bistro Garden at 1 precisely, do you understand?”

“One PM, all right I will be there. Oh Felicity, before you go, last night was the dreamiest night of my short life, thank you.”

Felicity laughed. “I am being called I have to go; till one at the Bistro Garden.”

The phone went dead and sighing, Storm went through to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later she was relaxing in the spa feeling the water boil around her breasts as she trailed a hand down across her pussy thinking of the sensations that Felicity gave her.

She couldn’t believe it. Her entire body was so relaxed, she felt warm from her head to her pussy. Sitting there hearing whirring of the spa she thought back feeling her pussy pulse slowly while her stomach clenched. My God what happened to me last night, you would think that I was a lesbian the way I am reacting. What about George and the others I haven’t even thought of them since seeing Felicity stride into the bar. I was supposed to phone them before dinner. Shit I had better phone after the spa or George will panic.

Dressing in a light frock without pantihose Squirt picked up the phone. It rang for three minutes until Sam picked it up.

“Oh Hi Squirt, it’s just gone eight thirty here, George is swimming, what happened last night we were concerned about you?”

“Nothing, there was a very tight schedule and my plane was delayed from Brisbane by forty minutes so when I arrived I had a desperate rush to get ready for the function that evening. Look everything is great, I am going to have a wonderful week, will tell you all about it when I see you Wednesday next week. Give George a big hug foe me, love you: have to go someone is calling me.”

Storm hurried to the door to find a tall Express Freight Man standing with a large box. “Are you Ms Felicity Redburn? I have a delivery for you.”

“No but I was expecting it. I am Miss Webber but Miss Redburn asked me to sign for it.”

Closing the door, she inspected the package. It was quite large but other than the address label there were no other distinguishing marks on it.

Storm put it down and feeling rather hungry hurried down to the coffee lounge and ordered cappuccino and raisin toast. Sitting back in the shade of a palm she allowed her thoughts to drift back to the previous evening again. She couldn’t believe that she had acted that way, after all she was content with the love that she had with George and the others.

She reminded herself that that was all she needed and yet Felicity continued to haunt her thoughts. Ordering another coffee, she allowed her thoughts to run wild. At last hurrying over to pay for her late snack and walking across the compound to the Bistro, selecting a table overlooking the pond and across the gardens to the front door. Storm smiled as she saw Felicity stride into the Bistro looking around for Storm.

Getting up Storm hugged her kissing her deeply on the lips feeling Felicity’s agile tongue slip between her lips deep into her mouth. Not caring about what other customers thought Storm leant into the kiss sucking the invading tongue deep into her mouth, moaning lightly as she did so. After five minutes or so Felicity unwrapped herself and sat in the chair opposite to Storm looking into her misty eyes seeing the colour rise to her cheeks.

“Darling as we take a relaxed lunch why don’t we learn more about each other. I will order wine so you can start whenever you feel comfortable.”

Taking a deep breath Storm started to tell her story.

“Well firstly, although my name is Storm Webber to my family I have always been known as Squirt. You see the rest of my family are like you pushing six feet whilst I am barely five foot one.

“When I turned fourteen I knew that I was in love with George my older brother by one year. From that day on I planned that he would take my virginity and yet try as I did I could never get him to take the slightest notice of me.

“I was devastated at sixteen when he went out with a girlfriend; I was so jealous that I got into trouble with my parents because I was rude to her.

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It had been three weeks since my encounter with Erica. She had not tried to make contact with me afterwards but every time the phone rang the identity of the caller disappointed me.

I found it difficult to concentrate with thoughts of Erica popping into my head, forcing me to recall what had happened between us. Thus, leaving me in an undeniable state of arousal.

In the end I decided I would have to try and contact her. This, to me seemed odd; when we were together Erica was the one to take control. I was reluctant to find her myself because she came across as the kind of women who would go and get for herself exactly what she wanted. Maybe she didn’t want me.

After much consideration I resolved to go through with it. Driven by memories of the last time and the irreplaceable feeling I had when I was around her, at least I could say I tried.

I would have to do it now before I chickened out. It was a Monday morning so I knew she would be at work.

I dressed in the outfit I had chosen carefully last night; ankle length trousers, white shirt and heels. Appropriate for both finding Erica and my lunchtime meeting. I applied my make-up carefully but let my blonde hair fall in it’s natural waves down my back.

The building was easy to find. I parked outside and made my way inside without giving myself the opportunity to change my mind.

As I walked in the secretary was picking up her handbag about to leave for lunch.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I was just leaving, we don’t have any appointments available.’

‘Oh, actually I was wondering if I could have a quick word with Erica,’ I replied.

‘Erica?’ the secretary questioned, ‘Oh! You mean Ms Fitzgerald.’ She seemed surprised I had used her first name.

‘Uh… yeah,’ I mumbled.

She reached for the phone ‘Who should I say it is?’ she asked whilst dialling a number.

‘Eh… Anna,’ I replied but not quite knowing what to say.

She spoke quickly and formally into the phone.

‘Give her five minutes and then it’s the second door on the right.’

I sat down as the secretary left. The building was completely silent. The only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat. I wondered if there was anyone else there as I nervously waited for five minutes to pass.

When I was satisfied it had been five minutes I went to find the second door on the right. I took a deep breath and knocked quickly.

The door was opened as quickly as I had knocked. Erica stood wordlessly before me with a serious expression on her face. Her clinically tidy office and sharply tailored suit added to the impression I got. She moved back from the door, silently inviting me in. I entered anxiously.

As soon as I was out of the zone restricting the door she shut it behind me, cornered me against it and placed her hands above my shoulders making me feel intimidated by her height. Erica lifted her leg and pressed it against the door between my legs. She then pushed her knee up to what was, for her, a comfortable height but left me forced to stand on my toes.

My breathing quickened as her knee pressed uncomfortably hard against my crotch and she moved in closer to me and began to unbutton my shirt. I shivered as she touched me and I became aware of the constant butterflies in my stomach. I felt my shirt slide off one shoulder revealing the strap of my bra. I hadn’t noticed the small piece of paper Erica had been holding between two fingers until she slipped it under my bra strap.

With the minimum contact possible she re-buttoned my shirt then pulled her knee away leaving me struggling to stay on my feet as I was suddenly dropped from the tips of toes. At this she sat down at her desk with some papers and gave me a look as if to say, ‘Are you still here?’

With that I left. I walked as quickly as I could back to the car; I couldn’t very well start poking around in my bra here. What did the note say?

I couldn’t wait until I got home. I drove into a seemingly deserted alleyway, the kind porno izle that filled the space between the backs of flats on the outskirts of the city. Satisfied there was no one around I undid the first two buttons on my shirt and slid it down like Erica had minutes before. The note now sat just peeking out from behind the lace trim on my bra. I removed it and re-buttoned my shirt as fast as I could in my paranoid state, scared someone would see me.

The note read: IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH! MY HOUSE, TONIGHT, 8PM. SHARP.

My heart skipped a beat. As I read I couldn’t help but imagine the stern, clipped tone I was sure she would have used if she had told me to my face. I didn’t know she expected me to get in touch with her. She didn’t say anything or even give me a number!

I soon forgot my confusion over how she expected me to contact her but began to worry about the forthcoming evening. What was she going to do to me? The marks had only recently faded from the last time but yet I couldn’t wait for her to bruise me all over again. I wanted pain, but only from Erica, I wanted her to hurt me. I loved the pain as much as the gentle caresses. It was unexplainable.

Could I take the pain? Would I still enjoy it? Would she stop if it was too much? Doubts circulated in my mind. The last time I whimpered and begged but she carried on relentlessly. Somehow I trusted her not to push me too far. I enjoyed putting my fate in her hands.

My meeting seemed to last forever and the afternoon’s coursework seemed endless. At six o’clock I could concentrate no longer. I occupied myself with meaningless household tasks in an attempt to stop worrying.

I showered, waxed, plucked and moisturised in preparation. I touched up my precisely applied make up but couldn’t bring myself to eat anything before I left.

I pulled up outside her house at eight o’clock exactly, relieved to have made it in time. All the curtains were closed and the house was in darkness. It didn’t seem like there was anyone in.

As I walked up Erica’s excessively long drive I noticed there was a note taped to the door.

It simply read: It’s open…

I opened the door nervously and stepped inside. The house was completely dark apart from one room at the end of a corridor. I followed the light, wary of the sound of my heels on the floor in the silent house.

The room with the light on turned out to be the kitchen where Erica sat waiting. She wore only a black corset, stockings and ferociously high black stilettos. I was almost too preoccupied by her appearance to notice what was sitting out on the marble worktop. There were a selection of whips, canes, straps, even hairbrushes and a wooden spoon. I tensed up when I caught sight of the collection of instruments but was soon distracted.

Erica stood up. Her stocking clad legs seemed to go on forever, her full, round breasts sat perched but only just on the edge of her corset and just … well, Erica. She walked confidently toward me and began to disrobe me. Even she was surprised at how little effort this took as under my coat I wore matching vintage style underwear and nothing else.

‘Just because you look cute doesn’t mean you’re getting out of it,’ she declared.

I stared back blankly.

‘You don’t expect me to have to wait for you?’ Erica questioned playfully.

‘Sorry,’ I giggled.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ she asked pinching my nipple.

‘Oh, sorry Erica,’ I corrected.

‘That’s better,’ she patronised. ‘Now bend over the counter.’

I moved slowly and reluctantly towards the counter.

‘Hurry up!’ she barked. I didn’t dare argue.

She ran her nails down my back and fondled my ass roughly before producing a long piece of rope, seemingly from nowhere. I felt it being wrapped around my ankles then watched her pass it through the cupboard handles on either side of the bench I lay over. My hands were tied tightly to each end of the rope. I could barely move.

‘You’re not going anywhere darling,’ Erica said, ‘And I suppose you can work out why I have all of this laid out on the table.’

I began to shift around uncomfortably, predicting what she amatör porno had planned. ‘Please…’ I begged, ‘Don’t,’ although safe in the knowledge that this wouldn’t make an ounce of difference.

‘Somehow I don’t quite believe you,’ Erica said wryly. ‘The last decision you had to make today was whether or not to come. Now you really don’t have a choice. I’m going to beat you hard and you are going to love every minute of it!’

I knew she was right. I may shy away from pain but I knew I wouldn’t want her to stop when she began.

I heard Erica pick something up from behind me but couldn’t see what due to my firm restraints. I nervously pushed my ass up anticipating the first stroke and braced myself.

I squealed in shock when instead of the sharp stroke I had been expecting came a bucket full of iced water. It was so cold it almost felt as if it was burning me.

‘Don’t make a fuss Anna, you’ll dry out,’ she said while stroking my hair comfortingly. I stopped shaking and my muscles relaxed at her soothing words.

‘Don’t get too comfortable though.’

I didn’t hear anything but I felt it. A hard leather strap lashed down suddenly on my ass. I jumped and squirmed uncontrollably. The water seemed to make it sting so much more but before I had time to contemplate the strap had landed three more times.

‘You will be given ten with the strap, ten with the hairbrush, ten with the wooden spoon, ten with the whip and ten with the cane,’ Erica stated in a businesslike manner.

‘But, Erica!’ I whimpered pitifully.

‘None of that or I’ll double it!’ she said harshly.

Even if she hadn’t thrown a bucket of water over me my panties would still have been wet. I loved it when she was so strict with me.

I sensed her getting closer and instinctively pulled away.

SLAP!

‘You came here on your own accord, knowing what you were letting your self in for. When I move to touch you won’t move away. For tonight you are mine to do exactly what I please with.’

‘Yes Erica,’ I said, too frightened to disagree.

‘Quite frankly it really doesn’t matter whether or not you agree. Now, stick your ass out for me,’ she ordered. I did as I was told.

Erica proceeded to pull my panties down to my ankles to reveal my already pink ass.

‘Ready?’ she asked.

‘Yes Erica,’ I answered nervously.

She began with the strap telling me the four I had already received didn’t count as I was wearing panties. The strokes were consistently hard and evenly spread. I tried as hard as I could to stay quiet but a scream still escaped my mouth.

‘Too noisy!’ Erica declared giving me an eleventh stroke only causing me to scream louder than the last time. ‘Oh shut up Anna, it’s really not that bad,’ she said as she pulled herself up on the tabletop, legs spread in front of my face. She pushed my head into her wet crotch forcing me to eat her pussy.

She lifted the hairbrush and said, ‘Now, let’s see if that will keep you any quieter!’

The hairbrush landed square on my ass. I moaned into her pussy as I pushed my tongue in farther. Soon I wasn’t the only one moaning. As Erica came closer and closer to orgasm the strokes on my ass came harder and harder although they were still precisely counted. After exactly ten with the hairbrush she picked up the wooden spoon without pausing. I worked harder with my mouth; sucking her clit and plunging my tongue into her slit alternatively.

The wooden spoon hurt more than the hairbrush had but still I pushed my ass up into the air, desperate for more. I could feel my ass shining a bright red. It was so humiliating having it stuck up for anyone to see but yet it only made the juices drip down the inside of my legs thicker and faster.

The tenth stroke made a resounding ‘SMACK!’ and echoed around the now near silent kitchen as Erica threw her head back and covered my face with her cum.

As soon as she had regained her composure she was up on her feet. She pointed to the small puddle she had left on the bench, ‘I want every drop of that licked up!’ she ordered.

Eager to please I licked the creamy liquid up as quickly as I anal porno could even licking the bench afterwards until I could no longer taste her.

Unexpectedly the whip landed hard on my ass. I screamed out loud only to be completely ignored. Erica continued to whip me brutally as I squirmed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. This really was torture. I became more and more aroused and my pussy ached for stimulation.

In my anguish I pushed my ass up as far as I could, willing even to feel the whip against my dripping pussy. I was disappointed when the whip didn’t fall on my ass again. I must have had ten already.

‘Please…. Erica….’ I moaned breathlessly, ‘Touch me … please.’

As if it was an answer she began to cane me. I had never felt Erica’s full strength before. I heard her sigh in concentration and when she hit me she moaned almost like the tennis players at Wimbledon.

Of course the noises she made were insignificant compared to the ones I did. My piercingly high screams seemed to cut through the rest of noise and reverberate around the tiled room.

If she hit me any harder I was sure I would bleed. The pain was so intense, like nothing I had ever felt before. The heat and dampness in my pussy felt as though it were spreading through my whole body. My breathing became heavier and I began to shake violently due to desperation and panic.

I don’t remember what happened after that. I must have fainted but before I even had a chance to open my eyes a powerful orgasm took over my body which was closely followed by another two.

When I opened my eyes I saw Erica smiling down at me writhing in pleasure on the bed. By now she had withdrawn her hand from my clit and reached for a jar of some kind of gel that was sitting in the dresser.

‘Roll over darling,’ she said gently as her hands slid round my waist helping me to move my stiff, sore body.

‘Erica, what happened?’ I asked.

‘You passed out, I untied you and carried you upstairs,’ she laughed now rubbing the cool gel into my ass soothingly.

‘You carried me upstairs?’ I repeated in disbelief.

‘I thought you might have realised; I’m stronger than I look!’

I felt stupid now. I knew Erica’s strength all too well.

‘You didn’t eat anything this evening, did you?’ she said knowingly.

‘No Erica,’ I replied sheepishly, ‘I wasn’t sure I could keep it down.’

‘By the second time people usually aren’t so nervous, but then again most people aren’t like you.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘I mean I get sick of the usual needy little sluts who just want their bottom spanked and then cum for the rest of the time. You are so obedient, you take the cane so well never mind how cute you are.’

‘Oh,’ I blushed nervously as she praised me.

‘I think you mean thank-you Erica,’ she chastised, giving the inside of my leg a playful slap.

‘Thank-you Erica,’ I corrected.

‘You’re off next week, aren’t you?’

‘Yes Erica.’

‘Why don’t you stay with me, under my control, be my live in sex toy for the week,’ she laughed. ‘What do you say?’

Just the thought of it filled me with excitement. A whole week under Erica’s strict instruction.

‘Yes please Erica,’ I giggled.

‘Good girl, I suppose I may as well begin teaching you how to be a proper submissive right away.’

She reached over and took a small, odd shaped metal vibrator out of the drawer, switched it on and placed it on my clit.

After a few moments I moaned out, ‘Please can I cum Erica!’ remembering what had happened the last time when I forgot.

‘No,’ she said simply, switching the vibrator off and replacing it in the drawer. ‘You need to learn to control yourself because from now on you are forbidden to masturbate. Believe me you don’t want to find out what will happen if you do. Now come to bed darling.’

I was so aroused I was barely able to function. Erica evidently got bored waiting. She pulled me into bed, stuck one of her nipples in my mouth, took my hand in hers and pushed my fingers in and out until she came. I fought my own arousal as I licked the juices off my fingers and tried my best to fall asleep with Erica stroking my hair comfortingly with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist.

I doubted I would get much sleep that evening but it was almost guaranteed that I would get even less next week. What had I signed myself up for?

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Laina and I weren’t together for too long when she confessed to me that she enjoyed looking at women. It’s the breasts, mostly. She’s got a bit of a fetish there I think. Of course, being her husband, I certainly share her appreciation for them — it’s no small turn-on to see her ogling other women. She tries to be discrete but I know her too well for all that. In the past we talked about bringing another person into our bed with us. It turned out that we’d both enjoy having another warm body to play with, but with young children in the house finding the time (much less a willing partner!) always seemed to be the major stumbling block for us. Eventually, I think we both filed that one away under ‘maybe some day’. Never the less we had a very fulfilling and greatly satisfying sex life.

And then one day, opportunity sauntered into my inbox. An old friend — someone I knew from my single days sent me an email to let me know she would be in town soon and we arranged a time to get together. I knew Angie from long ago and knew that she had relationships with both men and women in the past. I mustered all the courage I could and picked up the phone to ask a favor.

*********

It was a rare occasion that we could get all the kids out of the house — and it would go unknown to my wife just how much arm twisting I had to do to arrange a babysitter. I told her we would be enjoying a quiet evening alone and probably watch some movies and have a few drinks. I felt a little bad for the deceit — we hadn’t talked about this before I made arrangements with my friend, but I was fairly sure she would overlook that once she found out what she was in for. But I needed time to set the stage, so I made her a hair appointment and dropped her off for a surprise hair cut. She was excited as she’d been dropping hints about wanting to get her hair done for some time.

After dropping her off, I called Angie and told her to meet me at the house. She parked on the road so Laina wouldn’t know we had a guest and I escorted her inside. Angie beamed at me — I think she was as excited as I was about what lie ahead for the three of us. Angie had never met my wife but I showed her a few pictures and told her as much as I could. She was surprisingly relaxed considering she was about to make love to a woman she’d never met before. There were a few preparations to make before I went to pick up Laina from her hair appointment. Angie and I set to work and in short order we had everything organized and ready.

I knew that my wife had never been with a woman before — and I remember from my first experience with another man that everything would be fine once things got rolling. Making that first move however took so much strength of will that I knew she would be hesitant and nervous. I didn’t want that part to spoil the fun and risk her getting cold feet. So Angie and I made it easy. She stripped her clothes off and lay on the bed, with her back slightly propped up on a pillow for comfort gerçek porno against the headboard. When she was comfortable, I got out the leather cuffs that Laina and I use for our bondage play and cuffed her hands to each side of the headboard and her feet to each side of the foot board. When I asked if she was comfortable, she smiled and nodded. The finishing touch was a silk blindfold — this whole array was more for my wife’s benefit than Angie’s. But Angie understood and thought it was a great way to get Laina more relaxed — to let her feel that she was the one in control of the situation.

I cranked the heat up so Angie wouldn’t get cold while I ran to the salon.

********

It was everything I could do to keep my composure on the way home. We pulled in to the driveway and I walked ahead of her into the house. I didn’t want her rushing to the bedroom and spoil the surprise early. Upon reaching the living room, I turned in place and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my lips to hers and began kissing her with urgency and passion. I was raging with lust by now, knowing that there was a nude woman, tied to my bed and that I would soon be sharing her body with my beautiful wife. I knew how she would respond to my kisses and she didn’t disappoint. I kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples through her bra as her hands flew to my zipper and retrieved my very stiff cock.

“I want to suck you,” she said. I caught her as she started to kneel and she looked at me inquisitively.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Her face lit up. “You do!? Where is it?” she asked.

“It’s in the bedroom.”

“Oh! A new toy?” she guessed.

I chuckled a little and replied, “Yeah, something like that.”

She got to the door and threw it open, and then in mid stride — just as my heart stopped, so did my wife. The look on her face was hard to place. Obviously the last thing she expected had just come to pass. I held my breath as I waited for some kind of response. She turned her head slightly, as if to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the naked, bound woman on the bed.

“What is this?” she asked in a low tone — more than a whisper but with little energy behind it, as if her breath wasn’t coming fast enough.

‘Nothing’s changed,’ I said to myself. ‘I know she wants this…’ and then, aloud, “This is my surprise for you.”

Her eyes were still glued to the naked woman, lying spread eagle tied to the bed. “But, who is she?”

By now my anxiety over her reaction started to ease. Angie kept quiet and still and waited patiently for things to play out. “Do you really want to get into all that right now?” I asked. “She’s a friend, and she’s agreed to be here so that she and I can help you realize a fantasy. You can do whatever you like with her. Touch her, taste her, fuck her. Or… if I’ve judged wrong, and this isn’t something you want to gay porno do – we’ll uncuff her and she’ll leave. Though, if you asked me, I’d say that would be a little bit cruel of us. Look between her legs,” I pointed, “she’s dripping. She’s so worked up, she’s made a wet spot on the bed.”

“Oh, damn,” she whispered. Laina finally turned around to face me and buried her tongue in my mouth. ‘That’s more like it,’ I thought. “This is going to be fun. She’s beautiful. Thank you!” she said, breaking our embrace.

“You’re welcome, but when we’re done, you should thank her. We wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t agree to go along with this little game.”

“Are you going to come play too, or is she just for me?”

“Well, that’s up to you two, I suppose. I could be quite happy just watching. Why don’t you go get to know her a little better and we’ll see where it goes from there.”

She smiled and turned and walked to the bed as I settled myself in a chair. As she reached the side of the bed, she took her clothes off and settled into a position next to Angie. Just the sight of those two beautiful women on the bed naked together made my cock twitch and strain against my jeans. I was determined not to go off too early, so I unzipped my fly and let my cock out into the open air — refraining from touching it for the time being.

Angie cooed and wiggled a little when she felt my wife’s warm, soft body sliding against her as she got situated on the bed. Her free hand reached out to stroke Angie’s face below the silk blind fold that covered the top half. Angie had a very delicate jaw and beautiful soft skin, very much like my wife. A wide grin stretched across their lovely faces as my wife’s hand explored her new lover. She pulled Angie’s face to hers and planted soft, tender little kisses on her lips, then her chin and neck. Angie started breathing faster and was obviously enjoying the attention.

Laina grew bolder and moved her hand down the bound woman’s chest and she caressed her breasts softly at first and then hefted them and squeezed them, feeling their individual weight and texture. She was mesmerized by them and it wasn’t long before she was gently teasing and sucking them. Much like her initial touch, it was gentle and tender at first, and as her lust grew her mouth became more urgent and wanton.

The wet spot under Angie’s ass began to grow and her inner thighs were slick with her juices from rubbing them together in response to the stimulation she was receiving I could smell her sex from across the room and it was positively intoxicating. My wife took her attention away from her lover and stole a glance at me. Her faced beamed with a smile as if to say, “It’s finally happening!” I smiled at her and nodded my approval as her gaze dropped to my lap where my hard cock bounced in time with my heart beat and a string of precum dripped on to my shirt. If it was possible, she smiled even bigger and then returned her attentions evli porno to her bound and blind prey.

Her hands caressed Angie’s body, first on and around her breasts but working progressively lower, feeling her firm thighs and brushing lightly across her bare mound. Getting a little more daring, she slipped a hand between Angie’s slicked thighs and rubbed her juices into her skin before slipping upward to come to rest on the now moaning woman’s burning hot pussy.

“Oooh,” Angie cooed as she strained against the four cuffs that bound her.

My wife inserted a finger inside Angie’s dripping hole and looked back to me again. “Oh my god! She’s so warm inside!”

“Now you know what it feels like to me when I put my fingers inside of you.” I smiled at her.

She pulled her finger out of Angie’s cunt and brought it to her lips. Then, my beautiful wife closed her eyes and breathed in deep, smelling the juices that clung to her finger, taking in the scent before shoving her finger in her mouth. She tasted the sweet tangy nectar on her finger and moaned with delight at her first taste of another woman’s pussy. This was simply too much for me. I dropped my hand into my lap and began slowly stroking my cock, using the copious amount of precum pooling on my shirt as lube.

“I bet she tastes as good as she smells.” I said.

“God yes!” she said. At the sound of my wife’s response, Angie moaned again and started gently bucking her hips in the air. Our dialog was turning her on even more. She was primed and ready for release — and none too soon.

“I wonder if I can make her cum.” My wife mused as she toyed with the woman’s pussy.

“Please! I need to cum!” were the first words that she would speak to my wife who had already tasted both her pert, pink nipples and her sweet sex juices.

Laina smiled and returned her attention to the writhing beauty next to her. Her hand sought and found her clit, moving in time with Angie’s undulating pelvis, she moved her fingers in slow circles, gradually increasing her pace.

“You want to cum?” my wife asked her.

“Oh. God. Yes. Please,” Angie said, between breaths.

“But I can’t make you cum yet.” She was in full blown fun mode now, toying with the poor woman.

“Why? Please!” she pleaded.

Her hand moved faster across Angie’s clit. “Because, sweetie, I don’t even know your name.”

And with that, her hand became a blur, rubbing furiously until Angie cried out and pulled hard on the restraints that bound her to the bed. Her abdominal muscles flexed as she sat up in the bed, twisting her arms behind her. I felt cum surging into my shaft. I stopped stroking my cock and squeezed it hard, determined not to cum yet. Her orgasm lasted a minute, maybe longer — my wife was relentless, not letting up at all until Angie was completely spent and panting heavily. She collapsed back onto the bed. Her breath was labored and ragged as she tried to recover. My wife gently removed Angie’s blindfold and the two women locked eyes and smiled at each other.

“Angie,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “My name is Angie. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

At that we all laughed, and the evening continued…

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Suhaila held both her legs up firmly by her thighs as she screamed again in ecstasy.

“Ooooohh! Cikguu…” she moaned as she looked down to the floor to see her Malay Language teacher, Mdm Hasliza on her knees, flicking her long tongue lovingly to send Suhaila’s body quivering to orgasm.

Suhaila’s young, tanned body trembled as she came for the first time during that session. She almost wasn’t able to stop herself from moaning loudly as she came. Suhaila suddenly opened her eyes slightly and remembered that they were both in the classroom of Temasek Secondary School, a public place. Suhaila brought her right hand to the head and tossed her long hair around and brought it to her mouth so she could bite it, suppressing her from shouting loudly as she erupted in pleasure.

“Hhhmm.. Aahhh! Ahhhh…Ohh gaaaaawd I am coming, Cikgu” Suhaila moaned softly.

Mdm Hasliza, who was still on her knees and had her lips firmly locking Suhaila’s clit and her index and middle finger fully penetrating Suhaila, felt Suhaila’s whole body shake as she came. Mdm Hasliza let out a little smile. She had never made a girl come so fast like this before.

“Hmm Suhaila.. I can taste your cum, Su..” Mdm Hasliza said as she looked up slightly to gaze at Suhaila, teasing her and extending Suhaila’s orgasm by her talking dirty.

Mdm Hasliza knew that Suhaila had never been with a girl before up until today and Mdm Hasliza was enjoying every minute of Suhaila’s nervousness and looks of confusion. Mdm Hasliza thought, “There’ll never be another first time for her”, and so Mdm Hasliza decided to go the extra mile so that Suhaila will never EVER forget her very first time with a girl.

“Ohh Suhaila.. did you really cum, sayang? I felt you cum in my mouth and you tasted so sweet..” Mdm Hasliza said in Malay, heightening the orgasm that Suhaila was still reeling in.

“Ermm… Ya, cikgu. I did cum..” Suhaila stammered, she had never spoken Malay before during lovemaking with her previous two boyfriends, and she felt strange answering in the Malay language.

“Yeaahh.. yess.. I thought so.. how do you feel now? I want you to answer in Malay alright?” said Mdm Hasliza, porno “This will also be a Malay language lesson, as you do need to pull up your grade for the final year exam.”

“Some lesson this was turning out to be!” Suhaila thought to herself. She had never come this way before, not even after the countless times she received cunnilingus from boys. Nothing beats the way a woman does it. A woman knows how, knows where and knows what to do. How could she ever describe it in her halting Malay? Suhaila doubt if she could ever describe it at all in words.

Suhaila slouched on her school chair, her white school uniform top tucked out from her blue skirt, which was pulled up to her waist. Her first button was open, revealing slightly the light blue brassiere she had on, the ones that were covering her still heaving, large breasts. As Suhaila slowed her breathing down, she managed to gather her thoughts.

“Mdm Hasliza, my Cikgu. It tasted incredible when you had your tongue in me.” Suhaila started as Mdm Hasliza kneeled in front of her, both her hands on Suhaila’s thighs.

“I had never felt the way I did before, ever. I felt I was about to explode the moment your lips touched my underwear.” Suhaila said slowly in Malay, trying to make it sound seamless as possible. “I feel like I’ve learnt something and now I want you, Cikgu, to feel like I did just now.”

Mdm Hasliza smiled broadly, “Very good, Suhaila!”

Mdm Hasliza was so turned on by her student talking dirty to her in Malay that she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Lie down on your stomach over at the mat.” Mdm Hasliza ordered.

Suhaila stood up from her chair and removed her panties that were already drenched with her cum and Mdm Hasliza’s saliva. Suhaila was about to unbutton her top and skirt uniform when Mdm Hasliza said,

” Leave the skirt on, Suhaila, and bring your underwear to me.” Suhaila did as she was told and removed her white top uniform and her blue brasserie, leaving only her blue skirt on.

Mdm Hasliza gazed at Suhaila’s breasts for the first time. She felt as if she could cup them in her hands and still wouldn’t be able to contain them fully. Suhaila anime porno could see the expression on her teacher’s face as she unlatched her blue bra from the back and brought it to her front side, exposing her breasts for the first time in front of the malay teacher.

Suhaila stood there, about to lie down on the mat. Mdm Hasliza looked Suhaila top to toe, and Mdm Hasliza thought to herself, what a beautiful body of malay specimen this is. Suhaila had curves at all the right places, she had a tanned body and it was obvious she had worn a bikini before due to the tan lines she has on her breasts.

“I’ll down on the mat now, yes Cikgu?” Suhaila asked meekly and she brought her body down to the warm mat Mdm Hasliza had prepared. Suhaila faced the class’s whiteboard at the top of the room and waited for Mdm Hasliza, who was standing behind her. Mdm Hasliza managed to take her eyes off Suhaila’s back only for a moment, to get herself out of her green baju kurung she was wearing that day.

The baju kurung Mdm Hasliza was wearing was the traditional Malay costume she normally wears to work, and it was a breeze to remove. She just had to step out from her skirt and pull her long blouse above her to be out of the garment, leaving her with only her bra and panties on. Mdm Hasliza today had worn a white lacy bra and a purple G-string, which was about the same types of underwear she put on on a normal basis.

Mdm Hasliza sashayed to the front of the class, not taking her eyes off Suhaila’s back at any point in time. As she reached the whiteboard, Suhaila looked up and saw her teacher in her underwear.

“Oh my….” Suhaila mouthed as she saw Mdm Hasliza for the first time in her underwear. Suhaila brought her body up and rested on her arms as Mdm Hasliza looked around her momentarily before sitting down in front of Suhaila, putting her crotch strategically within kissing distance from Suhaila’s face. Mdm Hasliza leaned against the front wall of the classroom and brought her knees up and over Suhaila’s body, placing Suhaila in between her long lovely legs.

Suhaila stared at Mdm Hasliza’s expression and then looked down to what arap porno was directly in front of her. Suhaila saw the bare skin of a Malay woman in front of her eyes.

“I wonder if she’ll taste nice.” Suhaila thought to herself.

“What are you thinking of, Suhaila?” Mdm Hasliza said, breaking Suhaila from her visual trance.

“Oh, nothing, Cikgu.” Suhaila embarrassingly replied.

“Come on now, Suhaila, you know you can say any thoughts you have to me…” Mdm Hasliza asked again.

Suhaila thought for a moment before answering softly, “I was just thinking how you would taste like, I’ve never tasted a girl before.” she continued in her halting Malay,

“Hmmm.. why don’t you find out now?” Mdm Hasliza said as she brought her hands to the back of Suhaila’s head and slowly brought the head towards the G-string.

Suhaila braced herself as her face was getting closer to her teacher’s pussy. Suhaila breathed in deeply and smelt heaven for the first time. It smelt like a deep musk, but sweet at the same time. Suhaila parted her lips slightly as they made contact with Mdm Hasliza’s purple G-string.

“Ooohh… Mmm..” moaned Mdm Hasliza softly as Suhaila began kissing her G-string with her lips. Suhaila used her right hand to part ther G-string to the side, exposing Mdm Hasliza’s pussy for the first time. Suhaila took a moment to digest what she saw, Mdm Hasliza’s pubic hair was trimmed and looked delectable. Suhaila’s eyes moved fast to try and look at every part of Mdm Hasliza’s crotch but before she knew it, Mdm Hasliza had already brought Suhaila’s face in to feel her pussy.

“Oh yess Suhaila, that is it..” moaned Mdm Hasliza as Suhaila kissed her pussy. “Kiss my clit all you want, Suhaila.”

Suhaila kept kissing all around Mdm Hasliza’s pussy, tasting the sweat and breathing in the moist smell of Mdm Hasliza. Then, Suhaila began to pluck enough courage to flick her tongue towards Mdm Hasliza’s clit. As soon as the made contact, Mdm Hasliza screamed slightly.

“Arrgghh! Yes, Suhaila..” Mdm Hasliza squeezed Suhaila’s head tightly with her thighs. Mdm Hasliza held back and purposely didn’t give Suhaila any instructions. She knew it would be more pleasurable to let her student explore her on her own. Suhaila already had some interesting things in mind, as she enveloped Mdm Hasliza’s pussy fully with her mouth.

“Just you wait, Cikgu..” Hasliza smiled to herself.

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Thanks everyone for the kind words so far. This chapter is about what happens next with Rebecca and her friends. I don’t want to spoil the next chapter but there will be incest, as I’ve promised. I hope you all enjoy.

This story will contain incest between family members, lesbian sex, gay sex, and bisexual sex. If that is not to your liking stop reading now. I like a good story but I mainly want to focus on the sex in this series. For those still reading, thanks and I hope to hear some feedback from you all.

NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older. There is no underage sex.

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Rebecca was still a little choked up as the three girls entered Jenna’s bedroom. The sun was setting as the girls all took spaces spread out on the floor, wrapped in towels, still drying from their earlier swim.

The girls lay on the floor a while. They chatted and giggled until Kaylie stood up and shucked her towel aside.

“This bathing suit just won’t get dry.” She untied the strings of her top and tossed that aside next to the towel. Next she slid down her bikini bottoms revealing a well groomed strip of red hair above her pussy. She quickly wrapped herself in her towel again, giggling as she rejoined her friends on the floor.

Rebecca stared in silence as Jenna started to giggle. “Look at you, fire crotch!”

“Shut up!” Kaylie replied, taking the jab in good sport. “If I’m a fire crotch, then what does that make you?”

“I’m a wax floor,” Jenna laughed. “you won’t find one hair on me except for on my head that is.”

“I bet you have a forrest down there, I saw some of your bush coming out of your bikini in the pool.”

“Fine, I’ll prove it.” Jenna then stood letting her towel fall to the floor. First she removed her top revealing her firm breasts with small dark nipples. sex izle Then she slipped out of her bottoms. “See, smooth as a baby’s butt!” She playfully glided her fingers over the bare patch of skin where her pubes would be.

“I guess you’re not so full of shit.” Kaylie joked. “How about you Becca? Do you got a forrest or a wax floor?”

“You guys are nuts.” Rebecca’s face was half amused, half shocked.

“You already knew that.” Jenna tugged on Rebecca’s towel with a smirk. “Now show us what you got.”

Kaylie and Jenna both sat before her wrapped in towels with nothing underneath, staring at her. They both did it, I guess I can too, she thought. Luckily I shaved before Alan busted in on me in the bathroom, she continued.

With both her friend’s eyes wide as saucers she stood up and began to strip. To the girls’ dismay it was over before it really began. Rebecca popped off her top, kicked away her bottoms and twisted back into the towel before they knew it.

“Aw, come on Becca, we didn’t even see anything.” Jenna moaned

“Come on Becca we have to know what you got down there.” Kaylie said with a giggle.

Rebecca gave them a three second flash before covering up and returning to the floor.

“Yay, we are hairless sisters!” Jenna giggled.

“Damn Becca, how flat is your stomach? Can I feel?” Kaylie moved right next to Rebecca and extended her hand, waiting for her to allow her to continue.

Rebecca made a small opening in her towel exposing only her belly and Kaylie slid her hand inside. “Wow, it really pays to be a swimmer, she’s flat as a washboard.” Kaylie smirked over to Jenna.

Kaylie’s hand continued to lightly brush all over Rebecca’s belly. The contact sent shivers all over her body. Jenna and Kaylie both saw the look of pleasure on her face. Kaylie’s hand slowly went down past her waist and alt yazılı porno began touching her bare crotch. Rebecca only looked down at her own body not saying a word. Kaylie then moved even lower and her finger tips gently skimmed up and down over her pussy lips.

“Wh..what are you doing?” Rebecca was taken back but did nothing to stop her friend from gently rubbing her pussy lips.

Jenna crawled over by Rebecca’s face. “We have a lot of fun stuff planned sweetie.” She lowered her lips down to Becca’s and kissed her tenderly.

Kaylie felt Rebecca getting wet and pushed half her finger in gently then continued to rub her lips up and down. Rebecca let out a soft moan. Jenna moved in for another soft kiss then down to suck on her neck and nibble on her ear.

Kaylie now slid her finger inside again. She was even wetter this time. Long soft strokes of her finger caused Rebecca to moan more audibly than last time, the girls delighted in this. Jenna moved again for another kiss, this time she added some tongue which surprised Becca further still but she quickly returned the gesture and played with Jenna’s tongue with her own.

As Kaylie inserted a second finger in to Becca’s wet hole Jenna got to her feet and darted over to her dresser. “It’s time I introduced my other friend.” Jenna dug through her panties and pulled out a 20″ long, bright pink, double sided dildo.

“Ooh my favorite!” Kaylie squealed. She got up to join her friend and tried to take the toy from her.

“Oh no you don’t.” Jenna held the pink toy back. “I’m going first.” She grinned at Kaylie before giving her a short but passionate kiss. Both girls were completely nude now, leaving their towels where they once lay. Only Becca’s breasts were still covered but that changed quickly when Kaylie skipped over to her and kissed Rebecca on the mouth altyazılı sex izle and groped her breasts revealing her entire nude body.

Jenna moved between Rebecca’s legs. She interlocked their legs and moved her pussy close to her friends until they almost touched. Jenna sucked on the big pink dildo until it was sufficiently coated in her saliva. She then moved it down to Becca’s waiting pussy lips.

Rebecca was deep in a kiss with Kaylie when the toy touched her and it sent a jolt through her body. Jenna gently pushed the toy inside of Becca. She moaned again as Kaylie was kissing around her nipples. When one side of the dildo was sufficiently inside of Rebecca’s tight hairless pussy Jenna positioned the other end into her own.

Kaylie stopped kissing Rebecca momentarily to watch as Jenna moved her shaved, moist pussy toward Becca’s. The two moaned louder and yelped as inches of the pink dildo disappeared. Only 2 inches remained when the girls had enough and Jenna began gyrating her hips against the big toy, and against her friend.

Rebecca’s body started to move almost naturally against her friend’s. They started moaning and yelping louder as inches of the dildo disappeared and reappeared between them.

Kaylie saw the two almost ready to explode. She moved between the two and put one hand on each of the girls clits and began to rub in small vigorous circles.

Jenna was the first to cum. Letting out a short yelp then a long and breathy moan. Kaylie then focused her attention on Rebecca. Jenna pulled off of the pink dildo and Kaylie grabbed it and started to work it in and out of Rebecca. She leaned her head down and flicked her tongue off of Becca’s clit. This sent her over the edge. Rebecca sealed her lips tight and moaned continuously, her body still as she came. Then as suddenly as it started she melted into the floor and laid there motionless aside from a few spasms in her leg.

Kaylie lifted her face from Rebecca’s dripping pussy. “Mmm Jenna, she tastes so fucking good.”

Jenna crawled over next to Rebecca. “So sweetie, what do you wanna do next?”

To Be Continued…

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I was driving down to Knoxville Tennessee to help my best friend move back up to Michigan. I had a six pack cooler filled with five bottles of Aquafina water and crushed ice sitting on the floorboard on the passenger side. The sixth was wedged between my legs. I was driving a rented Lincoln Town Car straight down I-75 and was screaming through Kentucky when I noticed the upcoming road sign. It was announcing an exit for a road two miles ahead.

What struck me about the exit was the name of the road. “Rank River Road”, announced the green sign hanging over the highway. My mind started turning. Why in the world would anyone name a road “Rank River”? I was pretty sure that there was probably a small river that ran somewhere near this road that had an odor that could only be described as ‘Rank ‘. Probably due to some sort of sulfur or maybe of decaying foliage.

What I didn’t get was, why would you name a road “Rank River”, especially if it has an exit off of a major highway? I mean, if it was a little back road in the country, I could see that. And if that was the case, probably only the locals would know it as “Rank River”. Certainly no outsiders would have any idea that these old timers call ‘County Road Number 43’ (or whatever), Rank River Road when no one was around to hear their secret shame.

By this time I have the exit in my sight. I seriously debated if I should steer the big Town Car off to the right and see for myself just what “Rank River Road” was all about. As I debated the issue, the lettering on the sign got more and more legible. Just as I decided to pull the steering wheel a smidge to the right, I noticed that I was passing right under that sign. “Well SHIT”! I thought. I made a snap decision. I was going to turn around at the next exit and head back to Rank River Road. I also decided it was probably just as well that I get off at the next exit because the gas gauge was damn near on empty.

I pulled up on the next exit and eased the big Lincoln off the highway. When I got to the top of the exit I looked for the nearest gas station. I looked down the hill and there at the bottom was a little independent place. As I pulled up to the pump, I noticed two men standing near the front door. And as far as I could tell, there were probably a total of 14 teeth between them.

Stepping out of the Lincoln I suddenly realized I had no idea where the cap to the gas tank was. I started around the car for the second time when I heard a voice drift across the parking lot, “Hey buddy! Do you need some help”? I jerked my head up and was horrified to see that one of the two Bubbas was heading my way.

He was coming toward me from up wind and I smelled him before he got within ten feet of me, he smelled like gasoline and oil. The closer he got I could see he was squinting his eyes at me.

I am used to this confused look from strangers. I have to admit that I am pretty butch and look the part. I’m quite comfortable with myself when I’m in my own element and around my own friends. I can handle most any situation when I’m in my own surroundings. Actually, I can usually handle myself anywhere but, I gotta tell you, these boys turned my blood cold.

I decided that this being a time of crisis I would do my best “girl” imitation. I batted my eyes and put on my ‘oh I’m so grateful you came to my rescue you big burning hunk of a man flesh’ face. “I can’t find the darn gas cap, got any ideas”? I said with a girlish giggle.

A look of total confusion crossed his face. Suddenly his eyes lit up. I could see him making the connection that I was biologically female. His face softened around the edges and for just one half of a second, I could see what he would have looked like if his mother and father weren’t really brother and sister. I watched him as he inspected the Lincoln. He found the gas cap hidden behind the license plate.

“Just gotta know where to look ma’am,” he said rather chivalrously. “Can I fill’er up for you”?

“Why sure” I said with a smile. “I can’t believe you all still pump gas for the customers.”

“Well, we don’t all the time, just for special customers.” He said and then let go of a stream of chewing tobacco spit that landed about three feet from my new white running shoes.

The way he said “special customers” echoed through my mind and I almost laughed out loud. “My God ‘I thought, “he just made a pass at me.” That’s when it occurred to me that he was trying to ‘mark’ me with the tobacco spit. Just like a dog marks his territory. I was just grateful that he used tobacco spit instead of peeing on me. By then I had the inside of my cheek firmly between my teeth and was biting down hard. I knew if I let up on the pressure at all, I was going to be laughing hysterically in a matter of a few seconds.

He removed the nozzle from the gas tank and replaced it in the gas pump. “That’ll be 54 dollars and 75 cents, how would’ja like to pay fer that”? he asked as he stuck out his hand.

“Oh, I have a credit card mobil porno so I guess I’ll have to go inside huh”? I asked.

“I could go inside for ya and take care of all of this” he said with his hand still extended.

“No, that’s ok” I said. “I have to go in anyway to use the ‘little girls’ room”.

His face started to flush and his jaw began to go slack his eyes glazed over. I turned on my heel and left him standing there as another car pulled into the parking lot. I watched as an old man got out of his car and waited for ‘my man’ to go over to his car to begin pumping gas.

I stepped inside of the gas station and the first thing I noticed was that ‘Bubba number two’ was standing behind the counter whispering through clenched teeth to one of the sweetest looking women I have ever seen. It was obvious to me that I had walked into the middle of an argument and from the looks of things it was far from being over. I stepped up to the counter to pay for the gas; he glanced at me and then stormed out of the building.

As I handed this Goddess my credit card I reached for a pack of gum and a Twix candy bar. I had to get a grip on myself. I knew I was about to start babbling, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I had to get my heart and hormones under control before I spoke to her. If I didn’t, I was going to make a complete and total fool of myself. She’d figure out my crush in about 10 seconds and I’d end up getting my ass kicked by either Bubba one or two probably both! They don’t like my kind here in bum fucked Kentucky!

She asked me if I wanted to add them to the gas purchase and I looked up into her eyes. I had every intention of answering her. I mean, it was there in my mind. ‘Yes please’ was exactly what I was going to say but my tongue locked up on me. All I could manage was what sounded like a grunt. Luckily, she took that as a yes and pointed to the Lincoln and said, “That’s your car? Gosh that’s pretty; someday I want to have a car that’s that nice.” She said wistfully as she ran the credit card and turned to ask me what the plate number was.

She had the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. They were the color of the sky in the autumn. Bright blue. Sky blue. And when I looked at them, I couldn’t help but to look in to them. I almost fell in. Her hair set off her eyes. It was long and shiny. She was a brunette and it was full of golden hi-lights. I’m no beauty expert but even I could see that the color was natural. It looked so shiny and so soft, I felt myself getting ready to reach up and touch it. Don’t ask me how but I was able to stop myself.

She was about 5’6 and as I allowed my eyes to travel down her body, I saw that her breasts were pushing at the material that her blouse was made of. Her belly was swollen with about eight months worth of baby. She had a look of amusement on her beautiful face. Not the kind of amusement where she was making fun of me. It was the kind that she knew what she was doing to me and she was not upset by it. It was like she and I shared a secret joke. Her eyes were sparkling.

She asked me again what the plate number was. Hell, I had no idea what the number was. “I don’t know, it’s a rental” I managed to say with out sounding too stupid. “That’s OK, it’s not a big deal” she said softly. She stepped around the counter to the door and yelled out to my ‘boyfriend’, “Hey Lonnie? Will you check the plate number on the Lincoln for me please”?

I gotta tell you, I was impressed with good old Lonnie. He called the plate numbers right back to her and damned if he didn’t know ALL the letters and numbers! I almost made a comment about that but thought better of it. “Lonnie is my brother,” she said almost sounding shy; “he’s got a heart that’s made of gold”.

“Thank you God for keeping my big mouth shut!” I thought.

“Who is the other guy”? I asked, never once considering that it was absolutely none of my business who he was.

“Oh, that’s Jerry Lee, he’s my boyfriend well, he was my boyfriend” she whispered. “He’s the baby’s father.”

“Oh, I’m sorry” I said with just enough sympathy in my voice to make it sound like I really was sympathetic. In reality, my heart started beating faster and I felt like singing.

“No, don’t be. It’s OK really.” She said. “It’s really better this way, I don’t love him. I don’t think I ever did love him.” She looked at me with those eyes. It didn’t occur to me that she was telling me something that was absolutely none of my business! She looked right into my eyes. I felt my knees go weak. I wanted to touch her so badly but I had enough sense to keep my hands by my side.

“Um, do you have a restroom I could use?” I managed to squeak out.

“Why sure we do, right back there by the postcard rack”, she said pointing to the back end of the store.

Just then, the old man from outside toddled into the store. She waved to him and called, “Hey Uncle JT! How ya doin’?”

“I’ll be right back honey, gotta use alman porno the outhouse.” He pointed to the UNISEX bathroom. The only bathroom in the place.

Kayla laughed and then turned back to me. Her eyes were sparkling. “That’s my uncle. Sorry he beat ya!”

“Oh well, story of my life. Day late and a dollar short”. I said philosophically.

“So, can I buy you a soda?” she asked me.

“How did you know my throat was dry?” I croaked.

She just laughed at me. She had a great laugh. Musical almost. “Oh, here’s your credit card Dana.” she said reaching out with it in her hand. I reached for it at the same time and her hand touched mine. She didn’t snatch her hand back. I felt electricity cross from her hand to mine. “My name’s Kayla.” she purred.

I was amazed! “How did you know my name?” I asked dumbfounded.

Kayla started giggling; “Your name is on your credit card silly”! Now it was my turn to go slack jawed.

I stood there looking about as intelligent as the village idiot. I felt a bubble of laughter in the pit of my stomach. I began to chuckle and then laugh and then before I knew it, I was guffawing. I had tears running down my cheeks. So did Kayla.

My eyes were drawn to hers. It was the color. God, I have never in my life seen eyes that beautiful. That exciting. Suddenly I knew that if given the opportunity, I could fall in love with her.

My mind did a quick run through our lives together. Kayla, the baby and me. Would we have to let Jerry Lee into our lives? Of course, he was the “sperm donor” so he probably would want to involve himself some how. I guess that’s only fair. Well, he could have the kid for 2 weeks every summer and every other Christmas.

WHOA! Just a minute there dude! I have known this woman for all of 5 minutes and here I am planning to buy a house for her. Dear God! That must be where the old joke comes from: what does a lesbian drive on the second date? A U-HAUL.

Just then, two doors opened at the same time. One of them would change my life forever. The other? Well, it was just one of those things.

CHAPTER 2

The door from the outside swung open just as the bathroom door in the back of the store did. I was standing next to the outside door and was almost knocked on my ass by Jerry Lee. He pushed the door open harder than he needed to. I managed to sidestep the big aluminum and glass beast that wanted to black my eye and remove a couple of my incisors.

“YIKES! You almost got me!” I squeaked.

“Jesus Christ Jerry Lee! You almost hit her in the face with the door!”

I looked in amazement at Kayla. Her bright blue eyes were now the color of smoke. She was looking at Jerry Lee with such venom, I was almost afraid for him. I could see he was afraid for himself. He looked over at me. It was like he was seeing me standing there for the first time.

“Sorry” he mumbled.

“No biggie” I said. I headed for the back of the store toward the bathroom. I could see that Kayla wanted some quality alone time with Jerry Lee.

As I approached the bathroom, it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen the old guy come back out but, the door was open. What the hell? I could feel the hair on the back of my neck begin to rise. Damn! I was getting creeped out. I rounded the post card rack and had a clear view into the restroom.

I could see the old guy lying on the floor. I picked up my pace and as I hit the door, I realized two things. First, he was wedged in between the sink and toilet with his pants around his ankles. And second, the smell coming from the bathroom was nauseating.

The smell was almost like something physical. It was like a green mist was drifting out of the small room. It had a life of its own. It punched me with the force of a heavy weight boxer. I instinctively threw myself backwards. Directly into the postcard rack that hit the floor sounding like a bomb going off. Postcards with sentiments of “Wish you were here!” were fluttering to the ground looking like weird, rectangular snowflakes.

I felt myself going down on top of the rack but was somehow was able to stop myself before I went all the way to the floor. By the time I was able to get myself righted, Kayla was half way to me, her eyes back to blue and full of concern.

“Dana? Are you alright?”

“Kayla, you need to call 911.” I said.

Kayla thought I was the one who was hurt. She ran to me, preparing to examine my body for blood or bone. She pulled up short when she got about 3 feet from me.

“Dana? What’s that smell?” Kayla asked with a wrinkled nose.

“It’s your uncle Kayla.” I said, pointing toward that bathroom.

That’s when Kayla noticed the old guy on the bathroom floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Kayla exclaimed. “Jerry Lee! Call 911 quick! Uncle JT is on the floor! I think he’s had a heart attack!”

Kayla took a step toward the bathroom and then stopped.

“Geeze Dana, I can’t go in there!” Kayla alexis texas porno turned toward me with tears in her eyes.

I wanted to ask her if it was because of the smell or if it was because his pants were around his ankles. I decided I should probably just leave it alone.

“Don’t worry Kayla; I’ll go check on him.”

Now, one thing you should know about me is I have never in my life been the “hero” type. Not that I haven’t thought about it but the opportunity had never arose. Until this day. I was about to be Kayla’s hero and to be quite honest; I was all right with the idea.

I entered the bathroom as bravely as I could. I was scared to death that I was gonna pass out from the smell. I tried mouth breathing but damned if I didn’t taste it! Now ya just gotta wonder which is the lesser of two evils, smelling it or tasting it.

As soon as I got a clear look at Kayla’s uncle, I was almost able to forget the odor. His face was gray and the skin around his nose and mouth was a bluish-purple. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t breathing and if I didn’t do something soon, he probably wouldn’t be breathing any time soon either.

As I bent down towards Uncle JT, I flushed the toilet on the way past. I decided it would probably be easier to “work” on him if I didn’t have to squeeze in between the toilet and the sink. I glanced up and saw Jerry Lee standing in the doorway.

“Is JT gonna be ok?” Jerry Lee asked with hope in his voice.

I noticed Kayla was standing behind him and Lonnie was behind her. Kayla was on a cordless phone talking quietly to someone and I could see that she was crying. I had an overwhelming desire to jump up and run to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her until she quit crying.

“Jerry Lee, do me a favor will ya? Come here and help me move him out from the toilet.”

Jerry Lee seemed relieved at having something to do. He moved into action. He may not have had much up stairs but the man was as strong as a bull elephant! He was also very gentle at least he was with JT. He picked him up as gently as he would probably be picking up his newborn child in a couple months.

“Just lay him down right here” I said to him as I pointed to the floor.

He laid him down and I got on my knees beside him and assessed the situation the best I could. All I could remember about CPR was ABC. I couldn’t remember what the ‘B’ or the ‘C’ stood for. I knew that the ‘A’ was for Airway. I instinctively tilted his head so that his chin was pointing at the ceiling. Just as I bent down to pinch off his nostrils and breathe the breath of life into him, I heard the sirens coming in the distance.

I blew in his mouth and in the back of my mind was thinking that it felt so different when I blew into “Resuscitation-Annie”. I watched JT’s chest rise with my breath. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how many breaths I was supposed to blow. Luckily, I heard the front door slam open.

A voice called out “Did someone call the Rescue Squad”?

“Back here”! I heard Kayla’s voice.

I decided that I could give him one more breath and it probably wouldn’t hurt him one bit. His chest rose again and this time when I lifted my lips from his, I heard a gurgle in his chest. Just as the paramedics stepped into the bathroom, JT took a breath on his own. It wasn’t much of a breath. He struggled to draw it down into his lungs. But, it was a breath! I felt as though I had just hit the lottery!

The paramedics politely nudged me out of the way and I was more than happy to let them take my place. I escaped the confines of the bathroom and worked my way past Jerry Lee, Lonnie and Kayla. Lonnie had one arm around Kayla and the other around Jerry Lee. Kayla had her hand on Jerry Lee’s fore arm. All of a sudden I felt like a fifth wheel. I decided it was time to get back on the highway.

I began to move toward the door. I was being as quiet as I could when through the front door burst a woman who was about as big around as she was tall. She was crying and yelling, “Where’s my baby? Where’s my JT?” She was coming at me like a lineman for the Detroit Lions. I side stepped her in the nick of time. I don’t think she even saw me.

She ran right into Jerry Lee’s arms. “Jerry Lee, where is he? Is he alive? Is he alright?”

Kayla reached over and touched the woman’s arm. “Aunt Elsie, Uncle JT is right there on the bathroom floor. I think he’s gonna be OK. I heard the paramedics say he was breathin’.”

Elsie swung Jerry Lee out of the way so that she could get a good view of the goings on in the bathroom. She pulled a wad of tissue out of her enormous bosoms and began to dab at her eyes and cheeks. She lifted it to her nose and let loose with a honk that would have stopped traffic.

The younger of the two paramedics came out of the bathroom and tried to dance his way past Elsie. She was not easy to get by in the tight space and on top of that, she was trying to get him to answer questions. The paramedic in the bathroom hollered,

“Damn it Elsie! Let him go out to the truck to get the stretcher. We gotta get JT to the hospital.”

Elsie let loose of the younger guy and drew a bead on the one that was working on JT in the bathroom.

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Hi Everyone,

This story is a work of fiction etc, etc, etc! This is a long story so please bare with the first couple of chapters as they set the scene for the rest of the story.

Enjoy, love and licks, Lucy XXX

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Chapter 1: Introduction

This story is set at the campus of Dolphin Creek University. Dolphin Creek 50 years ago was a beautiful picturesque town, but it had no jobs, no income and the area had started to seriously decline. That’s when the state senate decided to build a university in the town on land they purchased from several local farmers.

What they built was a fully equipped university campus including student housing in the form of halls of residence. As the University grew so did the town around it, with a big student population requiring all sorts of services quickly shops, hair dressers, laundrettes, a motel, bars and many other new businesses sprang up.

Suddenly the once quiet little town was now a sprawling mass with a university at its centre. The town was still surrounded by the beauty of nature but those who stayed mainly on campus wouldn’t realise that because of everything now surrounding the University.

Over 50 years the University continued to develop and modernise it’s campus and the town continued to modernise and grow with it. By 2009 the University was taking around 80,000 students at any one time and naturally with it’s reputation of being educationally top class and in the middle of the countryside the rich and privileged flocked to it.

As the University wanted to keep it’s educational standards up as well as paying it’s bills the management were careful to keep a good number of genuinely clever students as well as a fair few rich kids, who may not have met the same qualifying standards as the clever students but whose parents would happily pay whatever was necessary to get them in.

Harmony Lotus was 18 years old, 5 foot 6 and had blonde hair that hung in a pony tale to about two inches below her shoulders. She had a pretty face and a nice set of 34C breasts. There was nothing spectacular about the rest of her body but men had regularly told her she was cute.

She would rather have been thought of as beautiful but she’d take cute, she certainly got her fair share of attention from boys. She had had a few steady boyfriends and had slept with three of them over the past two years. She enjoyed sex but hadn’t been that experimental, she had given her share of blow jobs and hand jobs but had never had a guy give her oral sex and she had never tried public sex or outdoor sex or anything exhibitionist like that.

When her application for Dolphin Creek University was accepted she was one of a small number of students who didn’t really fall into either the clever or rich category. Her parents were of course hippies (how else would she have ended up with such a ridiculous name), her Mum had luckily for them been a decent singer and had made a surprising amount of money as a backing singer in the 80’s and 90’s.

Harmony wasn’t stupid but wasn’t overly intelligent either, when she failed to get the necessary grades to get into Dolphin Creek, the only University that did the specific course she had her heart set on doing, her parents paid the required extra entrance fee but as they had only budgeted pretty much that amount for her education they told her she wouldn’t be getting any money from them whilst she was studying, it wasn’t that they were being cruel or anything like that, they just didn’t have the kind of money to give her any more.

Harmony was dismayed at first thinking she wouldn’t be able to pay for anywhere to live and her savings from the work she had done over the past two summers was enough to cover food and clothes but not rent.

It was when she was looking on the University website trying to find a way around her problem she saw the section on the University’s sorority’s. She went through a number of pages looking over the entry requirements and realised this was the only way out of her problem. She found that if she applied for Zeta Sigma Omega sorority that she would have no rent to pay as well as no water or electric bills. She didn’t understand how this deal worked but she saw the entry deadline hadn’t yet passed so quickly filled out the form attaching a photo to her application as required. As she clicked send she hoped they’d accept her as this was her perfect solution.

A few days later she received an e-mail followed the next day by an identical letter informing her that she had passed stage 1 of the sorority’s application process. At first she was delighted but as she read on she saw that she was only down to the final 30 applicants and there were just 10 places available in the sorority. The letter said she would hear in a week or so if she would be required to attend the on-site part of the application process.

Just over a week later a letter arrived informing a thrilled Harmony that she had been successful again and was now down to the final 20. She was told to attend the Sorority house on the Monday two weeks before classes were set to begin. The letter went altyazılı porno on to explain that she would be given a room in the halls of residence for free during the selection process, but if she was eliminated then her room in the halls of residence would only be free for a further 24 hours then she would be required to either pay the normal price for accommodation or leave the room.

Harmony was very pleased she now had a fifty percent chance of getting into the sorority but she knew if she failed to get in that was it, she would have to drop out and her parents money to get her in would have been wasted. She had seen stories on the internet of sorority initiations and she knew she would have to do some really embarrassing stuff, but heck she had no choice, she had to get in!

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Chapter 2: Zeta Sigma Omega at Dolphin Creek

Zeta Sigma Omega was a big sorority, it had branches all over America and counted amongst it’s alumni at least ten women who had inherited over $500 million and at least the same number who had married into that sort of money too. Numerous other girls had gone on to become judges, senators, high ranking state officials or directors of some of the US’s biggest companies. Although the majority of members didn’t go on to reach those lofty heights, their sisterhood did give them all life long benefits.

The Zeta Sigma Omega sorority at Dolphin Creek opened in the early 1980’s thanks to the fact that the University’s then head of students was a former Omega herself. Using her old sorority contacts she was able to arrange the purchase of the land and the building of the house at no cost. In exchange the manager of the bank that purchased the land and donated it to the sorority got his daughter as President of the new sorority and the daughters of the directors of the building company that built the house all got admission to the sorority automatically. This was all easy to arrange as the bank manager and all 3 directors of the building company were married to former Omega’s.

The Zeta Sigma Omega house was massive, it had 5 floors including the large, now converted, basement. The top 3 floors each had 10 spacious bedrooms, which all included a king size bed and an on-suite bathroom. . There was also a large lounge area and kitchen on each of these 3 floors.

The ground floor had two more large lounge area’s, another kitchen, two games rooms (one of which featured two pool tables), two guest bedrooms (again with a king sized bed and en-suite bathroom included with each) and a large “party” room which included a proper working bar area complete with beer taps and everything! There was also the sorority presidents office, which was a basic office with a desk, computer, TV and phone as well as a sofa and two chairs in it. Only the sorority president and her two vice presidents were allowed in this room.

The basement had just 4 rooms, one was a large swimming pool area, one was a spacious gym, in between the gym and pool area’s was a large shower block. The final room in the basement was one of the most important rooms in the house, it was the room in which important sorority meetings took place including initiation ceremonies and the annual election of a sorority president.

Harmony arrived at her room in the halls of residence on the Sunday as instructed. She moved her belongings into the small room and said a tearful goodbye to her parents. In her head she silently prayed that she wouldn’t be calling them to come and pick her up again in a few days, but she knew if she didn’t get into the sorority that was exactly what would happen.

At about 10 o’clock she was getting ready to go to bed when the phone in her room rang, when she picked up the phone a girl asked if she was speaking to Harmony Lotus, when Harmony answered yes she was told to be at the sorority house at 10AM the next morning and to bring a bag with clothes, a swimming costume and whatever beauty and personal care products she wished as she may be required to stay at the house for several days during the application process. As soon as the girl on the phone had finished explaining this she hung up without giving Harmony the chance to respond or ask any questions.

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Chapter 3: Initiation stage 1

At 10AM on the Monday 2 weeks before the start of lectures Harmony Lotus reported to the Dolphin Creek Zeta Sigma Omega sorority house as instructed. Harmony knew she would be in for a rough ride as she tried to gain initiation into the sorority, but she knew she had no choice but to do whatever was required as she had no other way of staying at the University and she just couldn’t let her parents down like that.

When Harmony got to the door of the sorority she was met by two girls wearing sorority medallions,

“Hi, welcome to Zeta Sigma Omega,” Smiled the girl on the left,

“name?” asked the one on the right,

Harmony gave her name and the girl on the right ticked her off on the clip board she was holding.

“Okay, firstly hand over your bag,” Said the girl on the left.

Once Harmony gave her the bag the zenci porno girl stuck on a label with Harmony’s name on it and put it with a large pile of bags already collected just down the hallway,

“I’m not late am I? asked Harmony,

“No, you’re the 8th potential pledge to get hear out of 20.” Replied the girl on the left evenly,

The girl on the right directed her friend to show Harmony to the meeting room, the girl said nothing, except to tell Harmony to follow her, until they reached the meeting room.

As they entered the large meeting room the girl made a bee line for another medallion wearing girl,

“Sister Taylor, this is Harmony Lotus,” the girl introduced her and then hurried back upstairs to join her friend at the door.

“Ah, Harmony, hi, okay according to my list I need to give you a number, just let me see hear, okay this is you,” Smiled Taylor softly as she handed Harmony a large piece of card with a big number 3 on it.

She told Harmony to hang on to the number and directed her where to sit.

As Harmony took her seat she took a minute to look at her surroundings, this was a big room and was very strangely laid out. There were 5 separate sets of chairs all in different parts of the room. Directly opposite her on the other side of the room were 17 pink chairs, the first 15 were filled by girls wearing sorority medallions and she correctly guessed the other two were for the girls who were at the main door at present.

In front of her were 10 dark blue chairs, all these chairs were side on to both where she was sat and where the sorority sisters were sat and some of these were already filled. Harmony herself was sat on another row of 10 chairs, her row were white and again some were filled. Everyone else in her row she noticed was also holding a card with a number on it.

To the right were 3 golden chairs that looked much grander than the others, Taylor and two other girls were sat on these and Harmony correctly guessed these were for the heads of the sorority. The final row were 10 green chairs, these were directly opposite the gold chairs and were to the left of Harmony’s row. She realised that the dark blue chairs were actually in the middle of a square with the sides formed by the other 4 rows of chairs.

The room itself was brightly lit, the walls were draped on 3 sides with dark green coverings with golden symbols on them. On the 4th side, directly behind the gold chairs, was a pink covering with the Zeta Sigma Omega symbol emblazoned on it.

As Harmony focused again on what was happening around her she noticed the room was almost full now, there were only 2 chairs in her row and one dark blue one still empty as well as the two seats left for the girls at the door.

Harmony thought there was something she hadn’t noticed yet, something important, then it struck her, all the girls in the room were very good looking, some of them were even incredible looking. As she looked around thinking this she gasped, she realised to her shock she knew two of the other girls here. The two girls were both sat on the dark blue chairs, they were Cindy and Rebecca, the two were seriously rich girls she had met on summer camp a few years previously. Harmony had hated them and they hated her back, she had always tried to beat them at any games and get one over on them, it would have descended into a physical fight several times but the camp councillors had always interrupted it and it was Cindy and Rebecca who had always got punished as there were two of them and only one of Harmony. She couldn’t believe she might have to share a house with these two bitches.

As she thought how much easier things would be if they didn’t remember her Rebecca suddenly raised her hand to her mouth to muffle her own gasp, she was looking straight at Harmony and she quickly leant over and whispered to Cindy, pointing in Harmony’s direction. She was sure they recognised her and that definitely wasn’t a good thing. She was startled back to being aware of the rest of the room as she heard a door slam and the remaining girls were herded down the stairs into the room by the two girls who she had met earlier at the door.

As everyone sat down the girl who had the clip board walked and stood in front of the 3 girls seated in the gold chairs,

“That’s everyone now Sister Ashley and Jenny and her two assistants are setting up in the party room.” She informed the girl who was clearly called Ashley before hurrying over to her own seat.

Ashley said a few quiet words to Taylor and the other girl on the gold chairs before standing and addressing everyone.

“Hi Everyone and welcome to the start of this year’s pledge process”

The sorority sisters cheered and clapped this,

“For those of you that don’t know, my name is Ashley and I am President of Zeta Sigma Omega at Dolphin Creek”

Again the sorority sisters cheered and applauded her. Ashley was a beautiful 5 ft 6 blonde, with a startling pair of 36D breasts. Her hair hung loosely to two inches below her shoulders and she had a tattoo of a dolphin on her left ankle, although aldatma porno it wasn’t visible at this point.

“These are my two vice-presidents Michelle and Taylor,”

Another this time smaller cheer and round of applause was made for the vice presidents as eyes turned briefly to them. Michelle was 5 foot 7 with blonde hair which hung in a pony tale to 4 inches down her back. Like Ashley she had big breasts, hers a pair of 36C’s. Taylor on the other hand had black hair, she was only 5 foot 4 tall and had 34C breasts. Her hair was also in a pony tale, it hung to 3 inches down her back and Harmony wondered if this was some sort of sorority rule that you had to have a pony tale judging by the amount of girls in the room who had them.

Ashley turned to face the girls on the dark blue chairs, before turning to look at Harmony’s row too,

“Congratulations on making it to the final 20 candidates for this year’s pledge class, only 10 of you will make it through to become sisters in Zeta Sigma Omega and we will be spending the next few days deciding who stays and who goes. Michelle, Taylor and I have the final decision on all girls, if we say you are out there is absolutely no appeal, our word is final.” She nodded to Michelle and Taylor as she said this,

“Now you are probably wondering about the lay out of the room, as you’ve probably guessed the girls on the pink chairs are our current sorority sisters, 10 second years and 7 third years, we take 10 new girls every year and obviously the three of us on the gold chairs are the other 3 third years. Those of you on the dark blue chairs, you are the 10 potential pledges, with those of you on the white chairs being the reserves. Reserves you each have a number, that number is the number reserve you are, in other words the girl with number 1 is first reserve and the girl with number 10 is tenth reserve, so the lower your number the more likely you are to have a chance still.”

As Ashley said this last part Harmony heard an anguished groan from the end of her row where the girls with the high numbers were sat.

Harmony was horrified when she heard that she was only a reserve but with number 3 she did at least feel she had a chance.

After giving a few seconds for this information to sink in Ashley continued,

“Now we are going to start in the next couple of minutes and this whole process will probably last at least a week before we know the final ten lucky girls. We don’t do this like some sorority’s who wait and let all the pledge class in as members at the same time, once you have earned your membership you will be officially initiated soon after.” She smiled at this statement,

“We will use a series of tests to decide who is worthy of membership, the early tests are pretty tame but those of you who don’t qualify early will have to endure a lot, the further through the tests you get the nastier, more embarrassing and more humiliating the tests will get. You may have to do things you’d never have imagined doing. You should know no photo’s or video will be taken and only your fellow sisters will ever know about what you do in an attempt to earn your membership.”

Ashley paused again

“The most important things you have to know though are two things I am about to tell you, firstly you must obey anything any sorority sister tells you to do, no matter what it is, the only limits are they cannot make you do anything that will leave permanent marks, that will mean you needing to go to hospital or that involves leaving this house. For the next two weeks all of you designated as potential pledges will be indoor kittens!” She giggled at this last part and subtly licked her lips.

“Now once a potential pledge becomes a sister then the other girls who are still pledges must obey her in the same way they do the other sorority sisters. Remember we can kick you out at any point pledges and if you are involved in another girl’s initiation ceremony, which some of you will be, if you disobey anything you’re told to do during this ceremony you will be immediately booted out. Failure to obey orders at any other point may mean you are kicked out too so you shouldn’t risk it. I should also say there is no point in complaining to me or my vice presidents about anything you are asked to do, as long as it doesn’t break the rules I set out earlier you have to do it.” She laughed again,

“Now, if anyone isn’t okay with this you may leave now, anyone,” she paused,

“no, good, well let’s begin.”

The sisters gave Ashley another round of applause at this point,

“Now today we will do rounds 1, 2 and 3 of the initiation process, in round 1 and 2 nobody can earn their sisterhood but some of you may be eliminated. Two girls will earn their place in the sorority this afternoon in the third round and the 8 girls still designated potential pledges after this point will then be staying in the house’s guest rooms. So during the process you could be classified one of three ways, a potential pledge which means you will stay in the house and have the opportunity to earn your place in this sorority, reserve which means you are still in the running but you will not stay in the house after the second round and will only be invited back in order of your numbers if another girl leaves or is thrown out, the final option is eliminated, if you are eliminated that’s it, you leave, you don’t come back, that’s it!”

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