Palace: The Dark Room byacmsrk©

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Riya was a twenty-five year old divorced woman who had adopted one of my younger cousins. She is an Anglo-Indian and after her divorce, she chose to settle in India. As I was very affectionate towards my cousin, I frequently visited her Palace.
In one word, Riya was perfect. She was smart, kind and sexy. We would to talk for hours every day after she adopted my cousin and we got close enough to share our sexual fantasies. I didn't tell her as much as I wanted too but she began to share her experiences of erotic fetish acts. I took the hint, I knew she wanted to share an experience together. After all of her stories, I still didn't know quite what to expect but one day, I prepared myself for a long fuck session and left for her palace.
When I arrived at the palace Riya waved down at me from a balcony but quickly disappeared. I thought she was coming down to see me but a maid came out instead. She told me that Riya had left! but she wanted me to stay until she came home.
Three hours passed. The maid had asked me if I wanted to see my cousin so I had spent the time playing with him in the yard as the evening grew darker.
Suddenly the gates opened and two cars raced into lane and stopped. I could hear many voices, chuckling and laughing. At least eight girls walked in along with Riya.
"You're still here!" Riya exclaimed.
"I feared you would leave and miss the action. I'm so glad you stayed. I've got some exciting plans for us, I know you will love it," She smiled.
She asked everybody to wait in the reception room and took my cousin to his bedroom.
As soon as she left the girls continued talking. They are all showing lot of interest in me. Their voices were slightly different somehow and two of them looked slightly, odd. After fifteen minutes, it clicked! at least six of them were Shemale/Trans.
I was confused and scared. I just pulled up my socks. I trusted Riya and she obviously thought I would enjoy whatever was about to happen. My cousin must have fallen asleep because Riya had just come back into the room. Dressed in a blue latex tunic, she was just, wow. I was speechless. I realized I was just stared at her. Her perfectly shaped body was covered by the tunic but the latex exposed everything. Her waistline was arc perfect. She was the perfect hourglass figure with curvaceous hips and big 36D breasts.
"What are you staring at?" she asked teasingly.
"You look stunning," I complimented.
She blushed at me and took my hand and kissed it softly.
"Lets get out here, we have a lot of work tonight" she exulted.
She waved everyone to follow her. She took us to the main staircase but instead of going up, she took us down. We went past the servants level and kept descending further down the basements of the palace. The staircase grew darker as the light above us disappeared. I had hesitated to take a step but she had no problem with it. She just continued to walk through while holding my hand.
"Why don't you turn on some light?" I questioned.
"Are you afraid of dark?" she inquired.
"No, But..." I hesitated.
"I live in here and I like to keep these rooms dark even in daytime. This is like a bright path for my colorful world," she started.
"My life is a dark one. Very few people can see it and many of them won't like it. I am saying this and doing this because I want to show you the real me," she continued
"I have been very much into you these days and you attracted me more than anyone. I know that you have similar feelings for me but you are so innocent. I have given enough reasons and shown you my past to explain to you that you are dealing an Anglo-Indian whore but you still hesitate." She added.
"You will be watching one of my fantasies tonight. So that you can understand me better." She concluded.
I just kept my calm and followed her to a door, which was opened by her.
"Welcome to my world," she invited.
It was a spacious room, tinted with yellowish light. Riya walked to other end to bring some more lights on and it brought bright effect of candles in the room. The light reflected off her body made her lustrous and the sweat drop on her forehead resembled a gold drop.
I walked to her, placed my hand on her hip and moved my finger up to touch her waist and bust. She responded with a tight hug. She handed me a remote and walked towards the other side of the room where the eight trans-girls stood watching us.
"The remote will open the door. If you feel uncomfortable and want to leave you can walk out of here any time" she offered.
I hope you watch the complete show, please, just spit on me before you leave," She laughed
"What do you mean? What show are you talking about?" I queried.
She smiled at me first the turned to the girls and said, "Lets begin the show."
All the girls started to manhandle her. They pulled her, started to spank her boobs and ass. One of them choked her and started to slap her. It got really rough in just a few short seconds. They pushed her onto her knees, slapped her to open her mouth and started to spit on her face and in her mouth, still while spanking her and slapping her tits.
One of the girls, opened her top and made Riya suck on her nipples. Another girl from behind pulled out Riya's boobs and started to pinch her nipples.
Riya was moaning in pain but seemed to really be enjoying this treatment.
Two of the girls broke away from the group and moved towards a closet in the corner. Clearly they had been here before and knew where things were. They opened the closet and started pulling out a large collection of sex toys. Some of them I recognized, others, I could only guess at their uses. I was stuck between wanting to break open and explore the closet, or stay watching Riya being abused while writhing in pleasure.
They started with the nine tailed flogger. Taking turns, they whipped Riya's boobs firmly. Her body was turning red with the impact. Still she was still moaning in pleasure and begging for more. She was really enjoying it.
They began to restrain her while she was being whipped. First they restrained her hands with double lock handcuffs, then her legs with ankle cuffs, which were attached to ropes around her thighs. Her boobs were bound with breast binders and nipple clamps were placed on both nipples.
"I want cock!" Riya shouted, by now she was panting and sweating all over.
"Then beg for it!" shouted the girl who was whipping her.
I was pretty excited and my hand was almost about to unzip my self.
"Please, give me your cocks. All of your cocks, give them to me! Please!" she begged.
Eight heavy cocks rapidly appeared from various garments. I was looking in pure disbelief, size of them was crazy, they looked so monstrous and angry. And from such cute and sexy girls They were all transgenders. I felt my own cock stiffen beneath my pants.
Riya started to suck whichever cock was pushed into her mouth. One after another, she was deep-throating them. Saliva and pre-cum flowed out of her mouth, onto her bright red and bruised breasts. Her eyes were filled with tears and flowed while being gagged. I decided to stand back and watch the spectacle.
I noticed her latex was up her ass already and she wasn't wearing any panties. One of the girls had noticed. Suddenly they made Riya lie on her back. Still with cocks in her mouth, another group of girls pushed her skirt up even more and started spanking her ass. Riya was soaking their dicks with saliva and pre-cum, there was no need for lube. The girls started taking turns fucking her in the ass, they started to double penetrate her. Penetrating all three holes at once in a relentless frenzy.
They took turns between fucking her and whipping her body with six, eight and nine tailed floggers. They yanked off the nipple camps and placed them on her pussy lips. She asked them to pull them off many times and she would shout and some times cried out in pain coupled with moans and begs for more. The assault lasted for more than two hours and six of them came on her face. Riya couldn't break from the girls grasp. She looked exhausted, sweating all over and her body was marked all over.
Two of the girls. the ones who had looked odd, to me in living room earlier, were hard and no where near to climax. They both started to untie her and made her stand on her feet.
"Do you see this? Her legs are trembling," asked one of them.
"Do you want us to be soft on you, Riya?" asked the other.
"Are you fucking serious?" Riya looked shocked "I want more! I want rougher!" she was urging them.
It aroused me like never before and almost came inside my pants . This woman was completely different from others. She was enjoying the pain and begging for more! After everything she had taken, the way she looked. She should be broken but she was fierce and wanted even more!
I was stunned and a curious to find out how things could get any rougher.
They pulled her hair, made her bend and started to paddle her ass, harder and harder. After ten strokes, they asked her to count them out. She started to count them slow and low, but they asked her to count out loud with much stronger stroke.
"Thirteen," she murmured.
"Count it loud you bitch." they paddled her hard.
She fell on her face to ground and cried out, "fourteen,"
They lifted her up and made her bend over. Again they started to paddle her ass with full force. This time however, one of the girls held Riya's hair in both hands to ensure she wouldn't fall again. She was counting out loud and tears were flowing drop by drop from her chin.
"Twenty five, my ass is burning, Oh my god, Oh my god," she screamed.
Both of the girls, pushed her onto her knees and opened her legs. They put two pairs clamps on her pussy lips and one of them stuffed a cock in her pussy from behind. He started to assault her ass with some hard thrusts, while the other was teasing to pull off the clamps on her pussy.
Two other girls who had been taking a break pulled out zappers and started to shock her body and nipples at random.
"Please put your cock in my pussy," she asked the girl teasing her with clamps.
"Only if you zap your tongue," said that shemale.
She opened her mouth and put her tongue out and they both shocked her tongue.
"Now pull off your pussy clamps," he ordered.
Without any hesitation she grabbed both clamp chains from him and pulled them off uttering, "Holy fuck!"
Immediately, she shoved her cock in to Riya's pussy and she started to get fucked by both those cocks and started to moan loudly. The entire room was filled with her moans and her body started to shake and I could see a total body organism taking over her.
A electrical wand was placed on her clit and its vibration started to push her over the edge. Within a minute she came again. The two girls came with her. They pulled out their cocks and started to zap her body while she was still shaking from the orgasm. They shocked her nipples, armpits, inner thighs, boobs. Riya was zoned out, completely lost in her orgasm. Each shock seemed to make it more intense for her.
"Time for final ten zaps, Where do you want them," asked one of the eight trans.
"Five on pussy and five on asshole," replied another.
"Then stretch her legs and pussy lips," effused another.
Two of them held her legs wide open. One of them put the clamps back on her pussy lips and pulled them apart. Two of the others, stood either side of her and place one of their legs on Riya's chest to minimize her mobility.
One of the girls kept her foot in Riya's mouth, pressing her head down to the floor and told Riya to lick it. She obeyed and started to clean her high heels with her tongue. The remaining two, shocked her pussy and asshole at the same time at least seven or eight times.
Things went on for another hour like this, she was humiliated by them in every possible way. She ate all of their asses and cleaned their toes with her tongue. Her ass was caned. She had many forced organisms and she then finally, fell unconscious on the floor.
One of the girls left the room and came back with a bucket of water. Throwing it over Riya it shocked her back to life. The girls laughed together and helped Riya get to her feet. Her legs still shaking. Struggling to keep her curvaceous body from collapsing, she walked out of the room.
We followed her upstairs, where Riya thanked each girl and hugged them, handing them each a stuffed envelop individually.
Then she came over to me.
"Think twice, before you decide. Life with me is not easy. You can fuck me anytime you want and it doesn't matter. Try not to get too emotional with me if it helps. You can stay here tonight if you'd like? I can have a room made up for you?"
I had so much to think about. I knew it would be difficult to satisfy her. I left for home, without a word with her.
I was unable to promise my return tomorrow.

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Becky's Surprise bypinklioness©

Becky was so nervous, she was fiddling with her hair, pulling at the long brown curls and twisting them in her fingers. She and Mark had been seeing each other for a couple years now, him coming to see her and her going to see him as often as they could manage. But they decided it was time to take the next step, so she was moving to be with him for good. Most of her things had been shipped ahead, and her flight would be landing shortly for her to start her new life, at his feet.
His instructions had been followed to the letter. She had gotten a Brazilian wax and was perfectly smooth, had tossed out all her panties since she was no longer allowed to wear them, and had changed any pants out for skirts. He wanted easy access to her at all times. The black skirt she had chosen to wear for the trip was loose, flowing, and a modest knee length to prevent any accidental flashing. The captain announced that they were beginning their descent, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.
Touchdown... she was here... this was it.
Everyone scrambled for their bags, but while they headed off to luggage return, she headed out. All she brought was her carry-on bags: laptop case doubling as a purse, and a backpack with some necessities. She froze in her tracks when she saw him, a smile threatening to split her face in two. A few strides of his long legs and she was swept up in his arms, her nerves long forgotten and the love she felt for her Master filling her heart.
He swung her bag over his shoulder and they walked arm in arm to his waiting car. Once inside, he pulled her close and kissed her until her lips were bruised. "Damn, I've been dying to do that since the last time I saw you, little one." Her heart melted a little every time he called her that.
"Me too Master, I've missed your touch...and taste." Her playful wink made him smile.
"Has my good girl been following all my instructions?"
"Yes Master." She knew what was expected, and repeated back everything she had done. "I have edged every morning and night. I have not cum since I saw you two months ago. Master's pussy is freshly waxed, as are my legs." She pulled her skirt up a bit as he drove to better show off her shaved legs. "I didn't bring our send any panties or pants. And if I might add, I'm hornier than I remember being in a very long time!"
The evil grin that appeared on his face told her that had been his intention, even as he made it clear with one word. "Perfect." As he drove to what would now be their home, she studied him. His dark hair was kept neat and on the short side, just long enough to see a bit of the curl that would be more pronounced I'd he grew it long. He had a larger nose, but it fit his face well. The slight hint of facial hair felt rough and tantalizing, especially between her thighs. As that thought swam through her mind, she squeezed her legs and squirmed a bit.
Naturally he noticed, he noticed everything. "Spread your legs." She obeyed instantly, not for a second thinking of not following his every command. As his fingers dipped into her wetness, her hands gripped the seat of the car and a long slow moan escaped from between her lips. It wouldn't take more than a single word from him, and she would cum right here in the car. An explosion was long overdue. But he had her trained too well, and she wouldn't, couldn't cum without his permission. Her body was completely under his control.
There was a time that she had tried. He had been training her for a while, beginning the long, slow process of teaching her mind to submit to him completely. She was desperate for release, and though she knew she was only supposed to edge, her fingers kept going, kept pushing. It was hours before she would accept that she was incapable of cumming without his permission, no matter how hard she tried. After she told him about it, he punished her for trying, but when punishment was over and he told her she was forgiven, they talked about it more. She knew now that even though she was wrong for trying, it was a lesson in itself for her, and let him know that her training had progressed well.
If she could see inside his mind, she would probably be shocked at what he had in store for her. Suddenly his touch stopped, and a frustrated whimper came from her side of the car. He chuckled, and she peeked at him through her lashes. Behind him she saw the house, her new home. Though she had visited here many times before, this time was different. After composing herself, she waited for him to open her door. He made it clear early on that he preferred to do things like opening her door, or pulling out her chair. She grew accustomed to the little niceties that were so often looked down on in today's day and age. Every little thing he did made her feel more ladylike, which seemed to please him.
After stepping out, and turning toward her new home, she took a moment to observe it. Somehow it seemed larger than it used to. There were 5 bedrooms on the main floor, so it wasn't a small place. Mark was quite well off, more so than even the size of this house would let on. But the real effort went into the basement. The entrance was hidden in the Master bedroom, and couldn't be seen at all from the outside. But the contents... oh she really enjoyed her time down there.
"In you go sweetie. Welcome home."
She smiled up at him, at 6'2", he was 8 inches taller so she really did have to look up at him, even when she wasn't on her knees. She stepped inside and immediately removed her clothing, folded it neatly, and set it on the bench by the door. Silently she dropped to her knees as she had been instructed to many times, and waited. He stroked her hair softly in a gesture she loved before walking off with her bags. It was a few minutes before she heard him come back, with her eyes downcast she couldn't see him until his feet came into view again.
He stepped behind her and wrapped his large hand around her neck, she gasped in surprise even as her pussy clenched. "You are mine. Fully, totally, completely. Mind, body, and soul. Once I put this collar on, it will never come off again. This is your last chance to change your mind. If you choose not to go through with it, I'll take you home. I will make sure you are financially sound until you can find a new job. There will be no hard feelings. But if you accept this collar, you are mine for life. I will continue to train you. I will use you as I see fit. You will want for nothing for the rest of your life. I will expect complete obedience. You will have my unending love, and the assurance that I will care for your every need. Tell me, My little one, do you accept my collar?"
A scant half heartbeat passed before she found her voice. "Yes Master, I accept your collar. I am, and will always be yours. Mind, body, and soul. I will strive to be the best I can be for you, and to make you proud."
They both smiled happily as the steel collar wrapped around her neck. She felt the cool steel against her heated skin. He spared no expense, the collar was made of the finest stainless steel, the edges all softly rounded so she could wear it at all times without it rubbing or scratching her neck. The locking mechanism had been a challenge to get done right. He worked with a special metal-smith, describing exactly what he wanted, and they worked until it was right. When Mark had told her the collar would never come off, he meant it. Short of finding a way to cut it off, once the lock slipped in place, there would be no way to unlock it. There was no key, no keyhole even. He snapped it shut with a satisfying click. Tipping her head back, he kissed her lips softly. "That's my good girl." Her upside down smile made him grin.
"Now let's see if you remember how to use that sexy little mouth of yours." It took him mere seconds to step around in front of her, and release his hard cock. Tantalizingly close, she could almost taste him. "Open wide. Hands behind your back." She obeyed without thought, staring at him, aching to taste. It felt like hours before he grabbed her head, fists in her hair, and shoved every inch of his hardness straight into her mouth and down her throat. It took a bit of training before she was able to take all of him without choking and gagging. Now she loved the feeling of him using her like this, it made her throb and she felt a drip of juices from her pussy run down the side of her thigh.
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He held himself down her throat until he could tell her vision was swimming and she needed air. Then pulled nearly all the way out for a brief moment before plunging back in, and fucking her face hard, deep and fast. He loved to use her mouth like this, knowing she would take all of him, and that he could cut off her air supply as long as he wanted. There was a rush of power he felt at that. After two months he needed release almost as bad as she did, so it didn't take long before he filled her throat with his hot cum and felt her greedily swallow every drop.
She looked up at him as he pulled from her mouth, he knew how much his praise meant to her. A simple stroke of her hair told her she had done well.
Now that he could think straight again, his attention turned back to the next phase of her complete submission to him. "Come now, time to head to the basement." He could see her face light up, she suffered a lot of things in that basement, but almost always it ended with her cumming so much she would collapse from it. If only she realized what he had in store for her, she may not have been quite so eager to follow him.
He didn't like the idea of her crawling down stairs, so at the head of the stairs she stood and walked down the stairs before getting back on her hands and knees. It was one of the only times she was permitted to walk in the house. He took her to one side of the room, where there was a table specially designed to hold her in place for hours on end. The end of the table was open with bent portions on either side to hold her legs at the perfect angle for him to tease and use her pussy or ass, while keeping her from doing more than wiggle a little. "Up."
It was the type of simple command he liked, one that was obvious by his actions or where they were. She scrambled up onto the table and into position. He secured her to it, strapping her in with the built in cuffs. The table had been designed for her, so the measurements were perfect. First her wrists were strapped into place, then near the elbow, high on the arm, around her waist, above and below her breasts, thighs, calves, ankles, even a gag that was connected to the table holding her head in place. As soon as she was completely secured, he pulled out the box of special made equipment that she had not yet seen.
"I have something very special for you today." He carefully placed everything on a small table by her foot. She couldn't see what he was doing, and he could see her pussy leaking juices already. "No cumming unless I say, be my good girl now." He felt the need to remind her as he knew this was going to push her to the edge over and over.
The first thing he needed to do was loosen her up a bit, so he started with a fairly large dildo that he knew she would take easily. Teasing her with it, he fucked her wet dripping pussy until he could tell she was close. Quickly setting that one aside, he grabbed a larger one and repeated the process. Several close calls later she was ready. He grabbed what looked like a steel cylinder the size of a really large dildo and slipped into her dripping wet pussy, stretched to fit. He admired the fit for a moment, grinning as he stroked his fingers inside it. Inside the tube was a fleshy interior made to fit his cock perfectly and to feel as close to the real thing as something synthetic possibly can. He was looking forward to testing it out inside her, having already tested it by itself.
He knew she had no idea what he was doing, or what it meant. Even if she did, in her position there wasn't really anything she could do about it. She never asked about the rings he had pierced into her pussy lips, she probably assumed they were decorative, but now their purpose was to finally be realized. He fitted the first part of the cover into place, it slipped over her lips, the rings coming up through it just far enough to barely peek over the top. The inner edges slipping just inside to connect to the tube now keeping her stretched wide open. More tiny locks connected the two pieces together, and like the collar, they couldn't be unlocked once in place. Small bars slipped through the bit of ring that came up through the cover, and again locked securely and permanently into place.
Almost there, his dream nearly fully realized. As a little gift to her, he leaned down and licked her clit once, then sucked it into his mouth for a moment. This would be the last time her clit would receive any stimulation. The hood slipped in place over her clit, fitting absolutely perfectly and locking into the rest of the custom made chastity device. The last piece to put into place was the cover to it all which was designed to look like a perfectly shaved pussy. He clipped it on and heard the locks snap into place. "Oh my love." He spoke softly, stroking the soft lips that she could not feel. "It's perfect, just perfect." His cock was straining again and he needed to use her now, hard and fast. He stepped up to her, between her legs, and let his cock rub against her new pussy. It was soft, smooth, and felt nice cradling him.
He needed to see her face as she realized what had just happened. "I'm sure you feel the stretch of the tube now fitted inside you." He stroked against her. "I'm also sure you don't feel me against you right now." The frustrated, horny look on her face confirmed this for him. "Just like you won't feel this." His cock fit inside the tube, he felt her new pussy hug him tight and moaned deeply. She felt none of this, only a minuscule bit of movement as the tube shifted with his every thrust. Pounding inside her, he fucked her just like he would have normally. Not long now, a few more strokes and he would fill her with his cum. His eyes locked with hers then, as he broke the news. "This." He punctuated what he meant with a hard thrust. "This is permanent." Her eyes grew wide. "That's right, your pussy will never again feel a touch. You will never be able to touch it. And...", he stroked until he was right on the edge. "You will never cum again." As she screamed into her gag he thrust one last time and emptied himself into her.
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When the realization of what he had done hit her, she felt a peace at the same time her body clenched. Outwardly she screamed, she cried, but inside... Inside, she felt completely, utterly owned. She was his, now and forever. It shone in her eyes.

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Kady Did Anal byericthebard©

I decided to press on with the series and explore more of Kady's adventures. There are a few things planned, but we'll see how things go. Sometimes, the stories seem to write themselves, and I'm just along for the ride.
*****
You know who I am by now, and if you don't, you should go back and read the account of my first time. Things from here on out won't make much sense if you don't.
Hell. They might not make much sense if you DO.
I'm Arcadia Glimmer Mist, known as Kady to most of my friends and family. My brother Justice (our parents are hippies, or would have been a few decades ago) calls me Glim. I turned eighteen a few months ago, and it was yesterday that I decided I was going to lose my virginity - which I had held onto with grim determination until it was wholly and completely my decision to lose it - to the widower living up the street, Mr. Neil Dodd.
Doctor, I had discovered. Dr. Dodd was a sex therapist - or had been until his wife's death drove him into near seclusion. I wonder if my mom knew that. Neil and I had just showered, and he'd found this gorgeous little silk robe for me - from the momentary expression on his face, it must have belonged to his wife - and I'm talking to my mother on the phone.
See, I'd asked Neil to take my virginity...and kind of implied that he should take all of it. Well. More than kinda. But Neil tells me that anal sex requires all kinds of preparation, and that he'd have to go and get the stuff, and could I please come back another day.
I was having none of that.
So I told him I wanted to call my mother, ignored his wince - he's good friends with my parents, but apparently doesn't really get them at all - and am now alone in the bedroom while he putters out in the kitchen.
"Hi Mom!" I chirp. "It's -" I check the clock " - five thirty in the evening, do you know where your daughter is?"
Her tone is dry as she answers - she's really good at that. "Ass deep in alligators, if I know you. Wait. This is you we're talking about, you never do things halfway. Neck deep, then."
"Probably," I agree cheerfully. "But seriously, I'm over at Dr. Dodd's."
There's a short silence, and I wait through it, toying with the hem of my robe. Finally, Mom says, "Good choice, Kady. Did you give him a say at all, or did you just tie him down and have your way with him."
"Didn't come to that," I tell her in a candid tone, "but I had the handcuffs in the bottom of the picnic basket. You knew?"
"I guessed," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "You left the house without any underwear, don't think I didn't notice."
"Mother," I reply, faking a scandalized tone. "It was hot!"
"So are you, and you know it. Does Neil know we're having this conversation?"
I hedge a bit at that. "...he knows I'm talking to you?" I offer finally. Before she can say anything else, I rush on. "Look, I wanted to ask you if I could stay the night, and if you would tell him yourself that it's okay. He's worried this'll offend you guys or something."
"Your body, your choice, Kady," my mother reminds me. "So long as he respects that, and you, we're good." A slight pause. I can hear sounds like she's making dinner. "That good, huh?"
I fall back on the bed with a groan. "You don't know, Mom."
"First times are usually pretty bad," she tells me honestly. "You got lucky and did it smart. You gonna make this a regular thing?"
I hear the question she isn't asking. "Probably," I say casually, "but I'm not, like, in love or anything. He's a good guy and damn does he make me feel good, but I'm not ready for steady, yet."
"Mmm. Good. First loves are even worse than first times, sometimes. Put him on the phone, I'll put him at ease."
I get up, not bothering to close my robe, and walk through the hall to where Neil is cooking stir fry. It smells wonderful, but I have something else on my mind. I hand him the phone, and he takes it with a bemused expression. Then, despite his warning and slightly frantic looks, I get on my knees in front of him, open his robe, and start gently licking his cock with the end of my tongue, staring up at him through tumbled, wild red hair with my luminous green eyes the entire time, smirking.
"Uh, hello?" he says to my mom in an unsteady voice, and then listens. I can't imagine what they're saying. I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it gently, teasing the tip with my soft, full lips.
"I...yes, Mrs. Mist... Avalonia, right, Avalonia. I..." He falls silent again, and his cock is slowly hardening in my hand. I breathe hotly over the firming flesh in my fingers and kiss the tip softly, wetting my lips as I do. Every now and then I'll give a teasing little lick. He shifts his feet, but doesn't try to stop me or move away.
"I...that's good to know, Mrs...uh, Avalonia. Both you and Nehemiah have been good friends to me. I admit, this isn't exactly what I thought oh hell Kady," he gasps as I suddenly take him completely in my mouth, adjusting in the way he helped me learn so I could take him down my throat. I suck hard as I pull back, and he groans. "I'm, uh...fine, Avalonia, I..." he blinks. "Well. Actually. Yeah, she is." With a look of complete and utter bafflement on his face, he covers the reciever with his hand and says, "Your mom says you should stop until we're done talking. It's rude."
I pop my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "Proves she's okay with it, doesn't it?"
That makes him freeze, but then he barks out a laugh and puts the phone to his ear. "You have a hell of a daughter, Avalonia, just thought you should know. All right. I'll take good care of her. Very good care," he says, and I never really considered before that those three words could be spoken in such a threatening tone. I look up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, and give him my best little girl expression, wide eyed and innocent - as innocent as one can look with a cock in her mouth. He shudders, and I giggle, happily going back to my work.
Until his hand tangles in my red hair - it's this mass of stuff, not quite curly, nowhere near straight, kind of frizzy, and there's an awful lot of it - and he forces my mouth off of him, bending my neck back to look him in the eyes. It's a little terrifying, actually, and suddenly, I'm aware that this man is a lot more powerful than me, and the only thing that has kept him from doing horrible things to me is his personal honor and his respect for my parents. Thin shields, those. I had already been a little aroused - I mean, I was sucking his cock, it seems to me that should get your motor going - but now I was hit with a paradoxical blend of lust and fear.
He bends down, holding my eyes with his, and my neck is arched a little painfully, my back arched as well to keep balance and to keep from losing the chunk of hair his hand is in. This thrusts out my chest, and a very nice chest it is if I do say so myself, round and full and perky, large enough to catch notice, not big enough to make buying bras any more of a chore than it has to be. He doesn't look.
"And now," he says, in a pleasant voice that makes my skin tingle, "you're mine until tomorrow. Do you like that idea, little girl?"
I force myself to relax in his grip. I chose this. I walked in here and less seduced this man than threw myself at him. Let's play along. He hasn't really hurt me yet and I don't think he has it in him, really. He was so gentle, and caring, and afraid to damage me.
"Yes," I tell him, and I don't have to fake the desire in my voice.
"We have some work to do, then," he says, and lets me go, then reaches a hand down to help me up.
I won't go into detail about that prep. Some of it is massively unsexy, but it had to be done. Instead, I'll skip past all the gross to where he's got me laying naked on my belly on his bed, and he's massaging some kind of oil into my skin, his hands warm and strong and sure, and I am all but melting into the bed. It's dark, and he has all sorts of candles laid out. First times should always be special, he says, and he's going out of his way to make this special for me. I feel all loose and soft and warm, and his hands feel so good on my skin, and when he begins massaging my ass, I make a little mewl and tilt my pelvis, pressing my ass up into his hands. I want to be touched. I want all of this.
It's still completely unexpected when he touches the tight little circle of muscle with one oil-slick finger. I gasp and shudder at the sensation, and my hands make fists in the sheets. He works slowly, so slowly; I don't know where he finds the patience, because I'm almost crying for him to give me more, to do more. The source of the pleasure he gives me, what point it originates on my body, no longer seems to be relevant; I'm just sinking into it.
But he does take his time, massaging and teasing and driving me until I shudder with orgasm without him ever having actually touched my clit or my pussy. I hadn't known that was even possible. It didn't have the soul-wrenching intensity of that first time, when he'd gone down on me, but it was nice, relaxing, releasing.
There's a buzzing, and he's put some kind of vibrator under me, right on my clit. The vibrations are gentle, low, distracting, and it feels wonderful. I hiss and clench the sheets in my hands, and he lays atop me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. I can feel his weight poised above me, though he's holding himself up.
"The vibrator will make it easier," he says. "You seem to get distracted pretty easy. Try to keep your clit on the button. If I thought you could hold it there, I'd let you do it, but you kinda flail when you get excited."
"Flail?" I protest weakly, and he laughs. "Pin me," I whisper.
"Are you sure?" he asks. "The feeling of restraint -"
"Neil, shut the fuck up and hold me down," I hiss at him, annoyed. I want it. I can't explain why. I'm not into being degraded and I don't have a rape fantasy, but right now, I want his weight on my hands, on my wrists, holding me as he invades my most sacred - or maybe most profane - of spaces. And given his track record, he's going to take his time about it, and I'm going to need him to stop me from turning this shit around and doing it at my own pace because I get impatient. Even this short day has shown me that his patience is a winner in the end.
Heh. In the end.
And that's why I'm giggling when I first feel the press of his cock into my anus, the resistance he has broken down through massage, relaxation, and stimulation, and my mouth drops open, my breath coming shallowly as he slowly, slowly pushes into me.
Holy fuck this hurts.
Holy fuck this feels amazing.
The two are simultaneous and intertwined; I can't separate them in my mind. I tighten on his shaft, and he waits for it to pass, and again, with his incredibly patient care, he begins to slowly sodomize me. When I'm aroused, I often make high-pitched mewling sounds, little keens and whines. What is pulled out of me now is a long, low, guttural groan, a sound I have never made before. I flex my hands, his hands holding down my wrists, not in struggle, but to remind me that they are pinned, and slowly, as slowly as Neil is moving, my body relaxes, accommodates the invader, and the pain begins to ebb.
And the pleasure begins to mount.
I can't see Neil's face, but if this feels half as good to him as it's starting to feel to me, I don't know how he's lasted this damn long. The buzzer on my clit does help; the constant stimulation keeps me from focusing on the pain, the arousal makes me open up, apparently in all orifices.
"Are you okay?" Neil murmurs, his own voice tight. Apparently, this DOES feel pretty good to him.
"If you stop," I rasp at him, "I will kill you." And in that moment, I am totally sincere. If he calls this off now, I will rip off his dick and make him choke on it.
"No worries there," he assures me, and slides a little further in, pulling another groan out of me. "Any pain?"
"God. Good pain. Fuck. More."
I swear to God it takes him half a fucking hour before I feel his hips against my ass, and he says, "That's it. All of it. Holy shit, Kady. You feel so goddamned amazing."
"You should try it from this end," I manage, and that makes him laugh. I shudder and groan again as he strokes once, in and out, moving slowly, so goddam slowly.
"Oh," he tells me, "I have."
"Neil?" I ask him.
"Hmm?"
"You're amazing. You make me cum like I'm being turned inside out. Your patience is ...fuck." I'm not eloquent. Least of all when I'm near blind from arousal, soaking the sheets and the little vibrator my pussy is resting on, with a cock up my ass. "Shut up and fuck me already."
He laughs again, and does.
I literally have no idea how to describe it. The sensations are completely different. He wasn't merciless or rough, beyond holding me down, and that was at my request. Neil was a big fan of the long slow screw, I was realizing, and that was great, but sometimes, a girl just wants it now. He gets the picture when I start pushing back against him. I need more, I need it harder. I think he worries, my first anal screw, he needs to be gentle.
I don't want gentle, and I proceed to make that fucking clear to him.
Don't get me wrong. The long buildup and everything else was probably everything I needed so that this wasn't a horrible experience for me. But now that we're in it, I keep goading Neil into driving that beautiful cock of his - thick enough for my fingers not to touch when I wrapped my hand around it, long enough for those beautiful driving deep strokes that feel like they're hitting bottom in you - into me, harder and faster. And when he finally cuts loose and stops being a gentleman and starts fucking my ass like I want, it only takes a few strokes before my world goes white.
I am beginning to realize that there are lots of different kinds of orgasms. I'd masturbated frequently. I'd avoided breaking my cherry because I liked the idea of breaking it the old fashioned way, but I knew my way around, really. That gave me nice, sharp climaxes most of the time - you feel the tension building like a string drawn tight, and then it snaps - sharp, sudden, and the tension just flows out of you.
The first time Neil had given me an orgasm was with his mouth, after his usual buildup of being a godawful tease, my mind had gone completely blank, every muscle spasming - I'd never been electrocuted before, but I had always had a vague image in my head that it was like that, only this had felt so insanely good that I just...checked out for a couple seconds.
The slow, shuddery, gentle orgasms were new to me, but really nice - low intensity, but deeply satisfying and relaxing, like a long exhale after a held breath. Neil's massage had given me one of those, and I'd gotten another while sucking his cock in the shower. Neil calls them psychic orgasms - not like anything mystical, but that they were mostly caused by mental stimulation over physical, or something.
This orgasm was like an oncoming train.
I feel it building in the distance, gathering force and fury like a hurricane in the Gulf - or a tsunami. I figure, it's a long way off, and I'll be ready by the time it got to me, but then it comes rushing, with a speed and force I'd never imagined possible, and all of a sudden, my hands flex, my stomach tightens, my ass clenches so hard on the cock inside of it that Neil grunts - it sounded pained -, and the breath is forced out of me in a screamed groan that sounds, to me, like metal giving way - not really a wail or a scream or a groan, but some hybrid of all three, a forced vocalization that has nothing of my human mind behind it, bat a raw expression of my animal release. And it goes on, wave after wave pounding my mind to pieces, my body with pleasure, and when I feel Neil shudder above me, pulse within me, the hot gush of semen in my bowels, it's like that game when you keep bumping a balloon back into the air, trying to keep it from touching the ground. It doesn't so much make me come again as spur the current climax on.
It's several minutes before I come back to myself, Neil still half hard and buried in my ass, but the vibrator's starting to be more uncomfortable than anything else. I pull my hand out from Neil's unresisting grip. His weight is on me, now, but it isn't too bad, and he stirs enough to shift when I reach under myself and pull the annoying little buzzer from its place. This causes him to slip out of me, and I give a little groan at the sensation, and feel a weird sense of loss. The bed beneath me is soaked, the sheets sodden to my fingers as I grab the buzzer and halfheartedly throw it away from me. Neil gives a little chuckle at that.
"Did I pee?" I ask dazedly, shifting about in the suddenly uncomfortable wet spot. Neil blinks, looks down, and then, oddly, leans down and sniffs the wet bedclothes. I just stare at him as he comes back up to a sitting position - I writhe away so I can sit up and look at him.
"No," he says. "Really intense orgasms can cause women to ejaculate. I wouldn't say it's common, but it isn't really all THAT rare. It happens."
"I seem to have a terrible effect on your bedding," I note shakily. I am trembling, and feeling his cum ooze out of my ass, and realizing suddenly that I am exhausted.
"I can always get more sheets," he shrugs, dismissing it. Then he takes a close look at me. "Are you okay?"
"I need a shower," I say plaintively, "but I don't think I can move."
"That's okay," he says, and gets up - Christ it's unfair, how is he moving, I thought men always rolled over and fell asleep after - coming around the bed to scoop me up in his arms. It's a good feeling, and I rest my head on his chest. "We'll get you cleaned up, and we can make a nest on the floor. I'll strip the bed while you sleep."
"Aren't you tired?" I ask muzzily as he carries me into the bathroom.
"Fucking wrecked," he agrees, and the unexpected casual vulgarity makes me lift my head to look at him, but he's smiling. "But I can handle it. Let me take care of you?"
"All you been doing since I got here," I grumble, letting my head drop back.
"Yeah," he says. "Nice, isn't it?"
I fall asleep sometime while he's washing me clean.
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I wake up slowly, surrounded by warmth, nuzzled into covers with a warm, naked form pressed to my back. My ass is sore, and I feel drained, but even so, the hard length of Neil's cock feels good pressed against my backside. We're spooned together, and warm and cozy and safe, and I move my hips a little against the hot cock pushing against my soft skin, and feel myself growing wet and warmer. I reach down, shifting slightly, open my legs for his length to pass between, and press him into me, sighing at the sensation. Neil murmurs and shifts, his hips making slow motions - too gentle to call them thrusts. I think he's still asleep, fucking me, and I'm content to do the work, with little rolls of my hips, moving his big warm hand from my flat belly to cup my breast, his palm feeling hot and rough against the nipple.
It's slow, gentle sex, with soft sounds and sighs, and I don't know exactly when Neil realizes he's awake, and that I am, and that we are joined, but while the pace does increase a bit toward the end, it never gets frantic. It's nice and soft and slow and sweet, and I cum gently, yet another new kind of orgasm - kind of like the shuddery ones, but deeper and more intense. I shiver and tighten around him, giving a gasping little cry, as I feel him pour into me with a groan and shudder of his own. We go back to sleep like that, without ever saying a word.
 In the morning, I wake up slowly, refreshed and pleasantly sore, to the smells of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, and I feel like those cartoons, where the wafting smells allow the character to literally float toward the food. I enter the kitchen in nothing but one of Neil's old shirts, my prt little nose lifted toward the smells, audibly sniffing as I roll up the too-long sleeves. "Fuck, I'm starved." I notice the sundress I wore coming here is neatly washed and hung on the back of a chair, and I cock an eyebrow and look at Neil. "How long have you been awake?"
"A lot longer than you," he tells me cheerily. "Unfair that you look better in my clothes than I do. You didn't have any spare clothes, I noticed, so I cleaned your dress for you. Only took a couple hours, and I did have all that other laundry to do."
"Me and your sheets," I agree regretfully as I take a seat. Obnoxiously, I take up the silverware he'd placed there, fork in one hand and knife in the other, and begin banging my fists demandingly on the table. "Food, man!" I demand, making the word man sound like slave.
"Something about this seems very backwards," he notes as he slides a plate of food in front of me.
"Turnabout is fair play?" I counter, cocking an eyebrow at him, and he concedes with a bow of his head and a grin.
It's surprising. I had expected it to be awkward. I had expected all this to be awkward. Instead, Neil and I just kind of fell together in a relaxed kind of way, no expectations or illusions. I'm only eighteen, but even I know how rare that is. We had become, in the day and night we spent together, something way more important than lovers, at least as I count things.
We'd become friends.
I tell him this over breakfast, and he reaches out and squeezes my hand gently. "I'm not going to pretend, Kady," he says, looking at me with those intense blue eyes of his. "There's a part of me that would like to make it more. But I know better. You'll always have a place here, if you need it, and someone to talk to that isn't your parents, if you need that. Besides, I'm an expert on sex. That's like, the best friend an eighteen year old can have, male or female."
"A sexpert!" I agree, grinning impishly at him, and have the pleasure of seeing him wince.
He sees me out the door with a long, slow kiss, starting a slow burn in my belly that I know he won't satisfy. At least not today. "I won't tell you to be good, Kady," he says with a smirk. "But I do hope you'll be well."
"I thought your expertise was human sexuality," I complain, "not English." But I take the well-wishes, give him a few of my own, and then head back down the road toward home in the late morning light. I guess most other girls would dread telling their mothers about this sort of thing.
Me? I'm looking forward to it.

Tailgate Party byMiloReid©

The music cuts off and the engine stalls silent. You look at me with a look of inquiry.
"Come on."
I grin at your puzzled look as my seatbelt whirs away and I open the truck door. You scowl slightly at my lack of explanation but open your own door too. I walk to the back of the truck and drop the tailgate. Your brow knits together with growing puzzlement as I unlatch the tunau cover and flip it back.
"What are you doing?" You finally ask as I pull out two ratchet straps and hook them to the front of the box running the long ends back to the tailgate. I turn and kiss your pouty lips through a Cheshire grin, "Come here, you." I say with a playful nip of your lower lip. I pull you against me, kissing you deep while my hands roam along your back. My lips are hungry against yours. My tongue, searching. My hands press you firmly against me, traveling down your back to cup your ass, grinding you against me. Those hands pull you to the tailgate, its edge pressed against your thighs, my body behind you, trapping you as I run my hands through your hair, kissing the back of your neck.
"Bend over." With growing excitement you do as I say. I tie each wrist with one end of the ratchet strap, then crank them both tight, splaying you over the bed of the truck. Your face lies against the cool bed liner. The straps bite into your wrists. Goose bumps of anticipation tingle along your skin as I take my place behind you.
I flip your miniskirt up onto your back and hungrily grip your curves. Gravel sprays as I drop to my knees and run my lips along your cheeks. My stubble scratches, my lips sooth, my hands grasp tight with the lust I can scarcely contain. I travel butterfly kisses along the curves of your bottom, slowly drawing closer and closer to your centre. Your breath catches as my tongue flicks your most private little ring. My tongue traces your tight little bud in circles, sending thrills up your spine making you arch and clench your fists. With growing impatience the tip of my tongue pushes inside your ass, teasing it and wetting it drawing small moans from you. My calloused hands alternate between stroking and massaging your cheeks and gripping your hips while pulling you into me. Slowly my licker sinks deeper and deeper inside your tight ring of muscle.
You whimper your disappointment as my tongue leaves you. The gravel crunches beneath my boots and you hear the tell tale sound of my buckle being released and my zipper dropping. The swollen head of my cock burns against your teased sensitive little star. You breath deep in a failed attempt to calm your trembling body and sizzling nerves. A sharp gasp of surprise tears from you as my girth forces deep inside your tight ass. Forcing that tight ring of muscles to stretch around my swollen head, to accommodate every inch of my throbbing shaft. You pull tight on the straps, then let out a low deep moan and all the tension leaves you as you lower your forehead to the truck bed.
My chuckle behind you sends small thrills through you. My hands grip your hips and you whimper slightly as I pull myself nearly free, then moan low and sultry again as I push forward, nestling deep inside your naughty place. Your knees weaken and you sag against the tailgate as I begin to thrust faster, thrust deeper. My hands roam up your back to grasp your shoulders, pulling you back into each savage thrust.
Your gasps and moans fill the air as my throbbing member fills your ass. Over and over, harder and faster driving into you with reckless abandon. The assault on your ass, the pressure of the tailgate, the friction of the bed liner and the biting of the straps blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You pull at your restraints, push back on my shaft, arch your back and groan.
"Cum! Cum baby! Cum for me!" You gasp between wild thrusts. I reach between your legs and rub fast and frantic circles on your clit. "Oh fuck!" you cry, grinding desperately against my fingers, rolling my cock deep in your ass. "Oh fuck!" You cry again. I slip two fingers inside you, teasing your g-spot as my palm continues to crush your clit and my angry girth throbs in your ass, pistoning in and out. Your knees drop you, my fingers torment you as I thrust with growing urgency, pounding you into the truck, rocking it beneath us.
You pant franticly against the truck bed as your body is overwhelmed. Your eyes squeeze shut, your hands clench, your shoulders and arms tighten, your back curls, your legs shake, your toes curl and your thighs clamp as your pussy grips my fingers and your tight little asshole clamps around my enormous girth. With blinding light and a crashing wave you let out a groan of surrender as you're swept away. I growl behind you and drive myself deep inside you one last time. You're dimly aware of a warmth spreading inside you as you slowly come back down.
As the waves wash away I gently thrust a few more times before, growling with regret, I slowly pull myself from your tired ass, and flip your skirt back down. I release both of the ratchet straps and come around to the tailgate of the truck, lying out on the bed and pulling you up onto my chest.
"Some party." You mumble and we both laugh.

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The Night Before Checkout bymajicman21

Grace sighed, sitting at the edge of the hotel pool. It had been a long day, starting from six in the morning, when her older sister's water had broken. From then on, it had been patiently waiting at the hospital with her parents. After her niece was born, an emotional few hours followed, and now she was beat. It was also her last night at the hotel; she would take her flight home in the morning.
Since she had had a few sleepless nights this past week, she had decided to swim a bit before bed. It had worked in the past, exhausting herself physically so she could fall asleep quickly.
So she slipped into the water and set herself to swimming laps.
After a certain point, she realized she was not alone in the hotel's pool room. In the Jacuzzi to the side of the pool was a couple, two women chatting quietly, one's arm around the other. Grace did her best to ignore them, swimming her laps dutifully. After finishing another one, she surfaced unknowingly right in front of the Jacuzzi, to see the two women making out. Something made her watch for a moment, until one of them spotted her. Embarrassed, she spun away to swim more.
She surfaced again, and when she got her bearings, she realized she was again in front of the Jacuzzi, where the two women were still making out. She stared, watching them passionately locking lips, and again the same one as before spotted her. Grace spluttered awkwardly, the other woman smiling slightly before turning her full attention back to her lover. Grace watched for a few more seconds, and then she turned away, to give the two some privacy. She swam a few more laps, deciding that it would be her last set.
When she surfaced, just by the ladder, the two women were standing at the lip of the pool, staring down at her. The one who had spotted her was blonde and petite, the other whose arm was around her brunette and taller.
"Hi," the brunette said.
"Hi," Grace said back.
"So, I'm just gonna come out and say this," the brunette began. "Katie here has been bugging me for a threesome lately, and we both think you're pretty. So if you want to join us, come knock on 214. It may be a shot in the dark, but I figured it couldn't hurt to mention it. No pressure, we get it if you don't swing that way."
With that, they walked out of the pool area, leaving Grace feeling confused and awkward.
After they left, Grace dried off quickly and headed upstairs.
She climbed into bed, but her tactic to tire herself out was not working. Instead, what the brunette had said seemed to stick in the back of her mind. Grace had kissed women before, but only when drunk, and she had never done more than that. However, she could not deny that she had always wondered what sex with another woman would be like. When she turned over, closing her eyes in an attempt to sleep, flashes of the two women from the pool appeared, the duo naked and entangled.
Grace sighed. All she had to do was go downstairs, and knock on 214. If she had a good time, then great. If not, she would never see them again.
It could be fun. And you've always wondered what it would be like. Here's your chance, on a silver platter.
Before she had truly committed to the decision, she was up and dressing, pulling on a t-shirt and shorts. She paused in the room, warring with herself.
Grace decided.
Before heading to their room, she stopped at the front desk.
"Hi," she said.
"How can I help you?" the woman at the desk asked.
"Uh...I'm going to room 214."
The woman scrunched her brow. "Are you asking for me to switch your room?"
"Oh, no, not that," she said, feeling awkward. "I'm, um, meeting people."
She fidgeted, uncomfortable. The woman stared blankly.
"Look," she finally said, leaning towards the other woman, "I'm going to join a couple upstairs."
The woman's eyes widened. "Oh..."
"So, since I don't actually know them, and for all I know they could be, like, serial killers, I was wondering if, if I don't come back here in an hour, could you knock on 214 for me?"
The woman nodded. "Of course," she said, still blinking in shock.
"If I'm back here before an hour, then never mind, but I just want to be safe."
"I understand. I'll knock on 214 in an hour if you're not back by then."
"Thank you," Grace said, turning to head upstairs.
When she got to their door, it took her a good few minutes before she actually knocked.
The door opened, and the brunette grinned as she saw Grace.
"She showed up," she called over her shoulder. The blonde came into view.
"Hi," the blonde chirped, walking up to them.
Grace hesitated, again feeling awkward, these two women staring expectantly at her. They were wearing t-shirts and pajama pants.
The brunette moved aside. "Come in," she said, Grace taking a deep breath as she walked into their room.
"What's your name?" the brunette asked.
"Grace."
"Pretty name. I'm Rachel, this is Katie."
Grace stood in the center of the room. The two women walked closer, and again Grace felt awkward.
"We don't bite," Rachel soothed.
"Unless you want us to," added Katie. Rachel smiled at her, and then looked back to Grace. She walked closer, sizing Grace up.
"Katie and I are going to start off. If it looks fun, just jump in. If at any point you want to leave, feel free. We won't hold it against you. Ok?"
Grace nodded. She watched as the two women embraced, kissing. In seconds, it was as if they had forgotten that she was there. Hands began to travel, and it was obvious that they had been together for a while. Rachel began to kiss at Katie's neck, who loved it, moaning softly.
The two of them made it to the bed, where Rachel began to slide up Katie's t-shirt. Grace watched as her stomach was exposed, Rachel kissing her way up, towards her chest. Her breasts came into view, and Rachel sucked at one, Katie squirming breathlessly. Her shirt was pulled off and thrown off the bed, and Rachel quickly dragged Katie's pajama pants off. Katie was commando underneath, so Grace had a full view of her pussy, a small thatch of hair above it.
Katie locked eyes with Grace as Rachel kissed downwards. She dipped her head to lap at Katie's pussy, and Katie groaned, taking the bedsheets in her grip. Grace felt a bit awkward, watching these two lovers. But Katie's soft sighs, and the view of her toned body, made her feel warm, made her tingle with arousal. Rachel seemed to have forgotten Grace as she dug her tongue into Katie, teasing her way deeper into her lover's channel. Katie, however, was still staring straight at Grace. The intensity of her gaze made Grace shiver, and then she decided, throwing caution to the wind, walking over to the bed. Katie's eyes lit up with delight, and when Grace climbed onto the bed, Rachel dragged herself away from Katie.
Grace was unsure of what to do, but the two women took the lead, Katie coming up onto her knees to kiss her. They locked lips, Grace leaning into the smaller woman, hands running up her sides. Katie took her hands, and directed them to her small breasts, where Grace stroked, feeling the warm flesh. As she caressed and rubbed, Grace felt Katie's tongue poke at her lips. She opened up, Katie's tongue sliding in to move against hers. Grace groaned into the kiss, and felt Katie do the same, a small sigh matching her own expression of delight.
"Now, now, Katie darling, you have to share," Rachel scolded, her voice husky with desire, hand coming onto Grace's shoulder. Katie broke off with a grin, and watched as Rachel swooped in, replacing Katie's lips. Grace turned to Rachel, sliding a hand up her shirt, feeling the firm flesh. Rachel's breasts were larger than Katie's, her skin slightly softer. Nevertheless, the feel of her bare skin excited Grace.
Grace groaned again as she felt Katie kiss at her neck; she shifted, canting her neck slightly to give Katie more access. As she moved, her shirt rose up a bit, revealing a swath of her pale belly. A hand reached out to stroke lazily along the expanse of flesh. Grace shivered at the caress, not knowing and not caring just who was doing it.
Katie began to kiss her way to Grace's shoulder. Pulling her away from Rachel for a moment, she grabbed the hem of Grace's shirt and pulled it over her head. Grace's own modest breasts were revealed, somewhere between the two other women in terms of size. Katie's eyes lit up, and she pounced, sucking at Grace's breasts, sampling the supple flesh. Rachel joined her lover, Grace gasping as the two women devoured her, tongues laving at nipples and teeth nipping at skin. Their hands directed Grace to lie down, where she melted into the bed. She arched her back, those wet tongues and hot mouths sending tremors all through her. Her eyes widened when she felt a hand slide along her belly, dipping into her shorts. Grace had not put on panties, so the hand quickly collided with her dripping sex. She cooed, lifting her lips to press her mound into the touch, glancing down to see that the hand belonged to Katie. The blonde giggled around a mouthful of Grace's breast, sliding her palm along Grace's slit.
As Katie began to slowly stroke Grace's pussy, rubbing softly at her slit, Rachel kissed her way back up, leaving Katie alone at Grace's breasts. Her mouth trailed up Grace's neck until they locked lips again.
Katie's hand took hold of the waistband, and Rachel broke the kiss to watch her slide them down and toss them onto the floor. Grace's pussy was on display, and she could not help but blush as these two stranger ogled her. Her instinct was to close her legs, but Katie put her hands on Grace's thighs, keeping them apart.
"It's beautiful," she said, Grace relaxing a bit. Rachel smiled at her and sat back, watching as Katie went to work.
Her mouth traveled all around Grace's belly and thighs, kissing at the soft flesh, making Grace shiver. The tender touches from Katie's lips made Grace's lower lips wetter, juice slowly seeping out of her. Katie's eyes lit up, and she slid her tongue up the slit, making Grace arch her back and coo in pleasure.
"She tastes good," Katie commented to Rachel. "You taste good," she repeated to Grace, who groaned, pushing her pussy up closer to Katie's mouth.
Katie wasted no further time, attacking Grace's slit with her tongue. It slithered all around her folds, licking up the freely flowing moisture, dipping inside here and there. Grace groaned and sighed at the sparks of pleasure being fired off at her pussy. As Katie licked and lapped, one of her hands trailed up, over Grace's belly, up to her breasts. Grace watched, biting her lip, as the hand reached its destination, rubbing at a breast, teasing the supple flesh. She groaned, reveling in the contact, in the sensation of Katie's warm hand against her own body. Her back arched further, head tossing briefly to the side. She caught a glimpse of Rachel, her hands shoved into her pants, soft moans escaping her lips. The sight was so erotic, seeing this woman pleasure herself to the tableau of her own lover pleasuring another woman. It was wild, to Grace, such a situation she now found herself in, but she loved it, that feeling arcing through her, arousal mounting ever so quickly.
She felt Katie breathe on her clit, and her latest moan caught in her throat. Her eyes flickered back down to see Katie hovering over her clit, wicked smile on her face. Another breath made Grace purr and arch her back. Her head canted back on the pillow, and Katie caught her by surprise, sucking her clit in between her lips. Grace squealed, tensing up, and as Katie sucked harder, fingers sliding all over Grace's wet folds, an orgasm approached, like a train threatening to go off the rails.
The orgasm hit a few seconds later, arcing through her body, Grace groaning softly as she trembled in its grasp. Her sweet cream spilled from her cunt, Katie eagerly lapping it up. None of it escaped from her reach as she drank from Grace's sex.
"How does she taste?" Rachel asked.
Katie did not answer; instead, she went over to Rachel and kissed her. The two women moaned as they kissed, and it was not until they broke apart and Rachel flashed Grace a mouthful of her creamy cum, that Grace realized that Katie was sharing more than just her taste.
Rachel swallowed with a loud gulp.
"Delicious," she commented. Grace blushed.
Katie kissed Rachel again, her hands roving all over Rachel's body. Her mouth quickly separated from Rachel's and dragged down over her breasts and then down further. She slid down Rachel's sweatpants, and now the three women were all stripped equally bare.
"Can I go down on one of you?" Grace asked. The two women glanced over at her.
"Of course," Rachel said. "You first," she told Katie, who giggled excitedly.
Grace watched as Katie laid down, spreading her legs to give Grace a wonderful view of her pussy. It was wet and slick, with dribbles of her juice leaking out copiously.
"Get to it," Rachel told Grace, gesturing to her girlfriend.
Grace took up position in between Katie's legs. Her slit was richly pink, a slight slice of her pussy visible through the lips. Grace leaned down and snuck her tongue out to taste along Katie's folds. The tanginess settled on her tongue, making her shiver as she tasted another woman for the first time. Katie groaned softly, her eyes fixed on Grace.
The piquant flavor made Grace bolder, dragging her tongue along Katie's slit, licking up more of her juices. As she drank up more and more, it inflamed her desire. Her hand slid from Katie's thigh to her own mound, now beginning to drip. She stroked herself, her thirsty tongue lapping up more cream. Grace could not help but moan as she sated her thirst, Katie moaning in response at the sound vibrating into her pussy.
The bed shifted, and Grace felt hands run along her back. Rachel had joined the two of them, her mouth now joining her hands, kissing along Grace's back. Her muscles rolled, reacting to the stimulation. It only encouraged her further, her tongue moving up and flicking against Katie's clit. Katie whimpered, moving her hips, aching for more. Hearing those needy noises made Grace want to give her more, so she slipped her laving tongue along Katie's clit. It made Katie jerk, squealing, and Grace repeated the action, producing another groan from Katie. Rachel laughed from behind Grace, enjoying the view.
Satisfied with having tasted her slit, Grace deftly slipped her tongue inside Katie's pussy. She shivered with delight as she felt those slick walls clutch at her tongue, and she slipped it further inside. Katie's hand came down, and she took a hold of Grace's hair, wanting to keep her rooted at Katie's cunt.
As if I'd leave.
Katie mewled, grinding her mound against Grace's tongue. The soft pressure was delicious, so Grace pushed her tongue as deep as she could, swirling it around. Katie's tight channel felt so wonderful against her tongue.
The bed shifted again, Rachel slowly moving along Grace's body, until she was kissing at her neck, her hands all over Grace. They moved across her breasts, teasing at her nipples, sliding along her warm flesh.
"Doesn't she taste so good?" Rachel whispered at her ear.
Grace gave her a thumbs-up, not wanting to pull away. Rachel understood, chuckling as she continued to kiss at Grace's neck.
As Grace continued to move her tongue inside Katie, Katie started to writhe and wriggle. Her back arched, lips parting for her tongue to run along them. She moaned and whimpered at the pleasure building in her cunt. Grace had to pin her down at the hip as she started to get a bit more unruly, the intense pleasure becoming too much to bear.
Grace was caught between wanting to draw it out, and wanting to make Katie cum, wanting to return the favor.
"You can make her cum now," Rachel said softly, murmuring at Grace's neck, "We'll have plenty of time to explore each other."
She's right.
The choice made, Grace slid her own hand away from her slit. Katie's pleasure was paramount right now. Her hand found Katie's clit, and she rubbed gently, the added stimulation enough to make Katie squeal and squirm, Rachel having to move up alongside Grace to help keep Katie pinned.
"I know I should've warned you about this," Rachel admitted, "but I wanted to see how you would handle her. She's small, but such a squirmer."
Katie heard her, and giggled, but was made to moan again as Grace put the heel of her hand down on her clit. She moved it in a circle, increasing the pressure, her tongue still moving incessantly inside Katie's channel.
The dual sensory attack of Grace's oral administrations and her palm grinding into Katie's clit was too much for Katie to handle. In less than a minute she was groaning, her body tensing, cunt flooding, on the precipice, before a yawning chasm of pleasure.
And then just like that, she tumbled over the edge, whimpering as she came. Her cream rushed out, and Grace drank it down, lapping at Katie's sex. Her hand moved away from Katie's clit, and she put that hand on Katie's other hip, holding the woman down as her orgasm washed over her. Shivers passed through her overwhelmed body as she began to come down.
Grace groaned, some of Katie's cum having stuck to her chin and cheeks. Desirous for more of it, she collected it with her fingers and fed it to herself. Rachel watched, biting her lip, beginning to stroke at her own slit.
"She tastes so good," Grace moaned huskily to Rachel.
Rachel nodded, and her eyes turned to Katie. Grace followed her gaze, and watched as Katie dragged herself up onto her hands and knees. She crawled over to Rachel and kissed her. The two women made out, for a few seconds focusing only on each other.
But then Katie pulled away and beckoned Grace to join them. She quickly did, and the three woman came together. They kissed, rotating around, so that two were always locking lips and the third was licking and sucking at necks and shoulders.
After a good few minutes of this, Rachel and Katie moved together, pushing Grace down onto her back. They turned her onto her side and maneuvered themselves to either side, Katie in front of her, Rachel behind.
Katie leaned in to kiss Grace, and her hand quickly went to Grace's mound, questing fingers slipping in between wet lips. Rachel also moved, pressing herself into Grace, her hard nipples piercing at Grace's back, her hot mouth sucking at Grace's neck. The two women pleasured her, not giving her any quarter as they kissed and sucked and fingered her. Grace could barely keep track of whose fingers were where; she only knew that Katie was kissing her, sucking on her tongue, gliding her own against it, and that Rachel was leaving little marks along her neck and shoulders, bringing her teeth into the equation. All Grace could do was lie there and groan, her body being explored and savored by these two women.
They made her cum quickly, working in concert to push her towards the peak of pleasure. And after Grace recovered, they began again, pushing her towards another orgasm.
It was so close, so close, Grace's cunt so hot and wet, her body being touched and teased, her moans muffled by Katie's mouth on hers.
And then came a knock on the door, and through Grace's lust came the memory of her request of the desk clerk. She quickly shoved Rachel and Katie away from her, their confused faces watching as she dashed to the door. Her hand was on the handle, about to turn it, when she remembered that she was naked.
"Who is it?" Rachel asked from the bed.
"Don't worry, I got it," she answered, and moved behind the door before opening it.
"Hi," she said sheepishly. The desk clerk raised an eyebrow.
"It's been an hour," she reminded Grace.
"Yeah, I know, I'm so sorry," Grace said, "they're not serial killers, I just lost track of time."

The desk clerk nodded, smiling now.

"Have a good night," she said, turning to walk away, shaking her head in bemusement as she went.

"Who was that?" Rachel asked as Grace walked back over to the bed.

"The desk clerk," she explained. "I didn't know if you guys were like, serial killers or something, so I asked her to come knock if I hadn't gone to see her after an hour."

The two women glanced at each other as Grace climbed onto the bed.

"So, where were we?" she asked, grinning.

Rachel looked at her, exaggerated pout on her face.

"I don't know," she said, "we're feeling kind of insulted."

Grace laughed, and the two women quickly pounced on her, dragging her back down to the bed. They resumed their coordinated usage of her, fingers and mouths going back to exploring her body.

"You know," Rachel offered, "in French, the orgasm is called le petit mort. The little death. So in a way, we are serial killers."

Katie giggled, and Grace laughed along, the laugh quickly becoming a moan as somebody's fingers teased at her clit. The two women continued, and before long Grace's orgasm was again so close. This time there was no disturbing knock, no interruption. It was full speed ahead for the threesome as the two girlfriends pushed Grace into orgasm. They pressed themselves against Grace, their warm flesh a comfort for Grace as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She closed her eyes at the intense feeling.

The two women let her recover. As she lay there, basking in her afterglow, she felt the bed shift, and opened her eyes to see Rachel and Katie switch places, trading an affectionate kiss as they crossed paths. They started up again and in no time had Grace cumming yet again.

Grace lost track of time as the three women continued in the same vein, Rachel and Katie leading her along. First Grace went down on Rachel, with Katie watching, touching herself, and then Katie watched Rachel return the favor. The time after that was a blur of pleasure and lust. Rachel's earlier promise, of having time to spare, was delivered upon, as at one point Grace was able to lick and suck at Katie's cunt for a while, taking her sweet time to feast on that sweet slit. But they also did more than that, the three of them pleasuring and enjoying each other in a bevy of positions and arrangements.

The last one was Katie going down on Rachel, with Grace sitting on Rachel's face, watching as Katie went to town. Her own pussy was being savored by Rachel, and after that talented tongue drove her to orgasm, she slid off Rachel's cum-slicked face and watched the two women finish.

By that point the three women were exhausted. Katie giggled in delirious pleasure, moving up slightly to rest her head on Rachel's belly. In under a minute she was asleep, her soft, steady breathing a clear indicator.

"Thanks for joining us," Rachel said, putting her arm around Grace, letting Grace nestle against her.

"Thanks for having me," Grace responded, feeling exhaustion wash over her. She managed to glance over at the clock, and saw that more than three hours had passed since the three of them had started.

I'm gonna be sore in the morning, she thought, as she drifted off to sleep. Rachel had already nodded off, one arm around Grace, the other with a hand in Katie's hair.

Whereas she had been the last to fall asleep, Grace was the first to wake in the morning. She managed to extricate herself from Rachel without waking her, and headed into the bathroom. Indeed, she was sore, but it was a good soreness, one indicative of a wonderful night.

She left the bathroom and stood there at the foot of the bed, debating whether or not to wake the couple before leaving. They looked so adorable, Katie's head still on Rachel's stomach, which gently rose and fell with her breaths, Rachel's hand resting on Katie's head, as if Rachel had fallen asleep while stroking those sweat-mussed tresses.

In the end, Grace decided not to wake them, as the sight was too lovely for her. She dressed quickly and quietly, but left a note before leaving.

Rachel and Katie, it began, I can't thank you two enough for showing me such a great time. You're both beautiful and wonderful women, and a lovely couple, and now I'm glad I was awkwardly staring at you two in the pool. I thought about waking you two up, to say good-bye in person, but you two looked so adorable, I just didn't have it in me. So goodbye, and just to let you know, I hope very much to see you two again some time. If you're in my neck of the woods, come say hi. With love, Grace.

Grace added her cell number and e-mail, and put the note on the nightstand. After one last look at the slumbering couple, she left.