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Lustful Hatred byAbazza©

Every Friday me and my friend Marie would meet at the bar downtown after work. I had been there for 20 minutes before I got a call.

"Hey Kim, it's Marie. I won't be able to make it, car trouble, sorry. Next week?"

"Sure. Next week."

I looked down at my table disappointed.

When I first met Jerry in High School I knew there was something different about him. We talked for hours and I felt so comfortable around him. He had such great humor! It was no surprise we got married right after graduation. Married life was fun and sex was satisfying. After a while though I found he wasn't paying as much attention to

me anymore. Perhaps he felt nothing needed to be said, that everything was being implicitly stated. I didn't feel the same way... I couldn't find an easy way to express this though and I often felt that maybe I was just being needy. Jerry and I had been trying to have a baby and had been having sex virtually every night but had failed so far. I knew that Jerry, despite how much I loved him, was lacking in his fertility.

As I sat at the table ruminating a man walked up to me and introduced himself as James. He was beautiful and towered over me. We talked for a while and before I knew it we were on our way to his house. Innocently, I thought we would just talk. Inside I knew this was a lie...

I laid in bed, butterflies in my stomach, waiting for James to enter the room. The anticipation was incredible and

just the thought of being with him sent incredible sensations rushing through my body. The door opened and James entered and looked right at me with such desire.

He was totally naked, his body was incredible. The beautiful hair on his body showed that he was a man. I felt bad making the comparison between him and Jerry who had a somewhat androgynous body. My searching eyes moved downward and froze. His penis defied expectation. It hung completely flaccid midway down his long thighs with an incredible thickness. Laying on top of a pair of kiwi sized balls it began to engorge and grow before my eyes. I could see the large prominent veins pumping his manhood to it's fullest size. It absolutely dwarfed what Jerry had. The sight of it sent electric shocks through me.

He reached the end of the bed and pulled me towards him. There had been foreplay enough on the ride over here. My vagina glistened eagerly and felt hot to the touch.

He put his huge hands around my waist and positioned his massive sex organ at my entrance. A clear fluid drooled copiously from the opening of his dick and I was so wet by now I could feel an even greater flow begin to soak the sheets beneath. He began to slowly push the tip in and I let out an involuntary gasp. "I'll go easy" he whispered. It went deeper and deeper and it stretched the muscles of my vagina further than they've ever been. It burned and the pain was incredible yet at the same time there was a rush of pleasure. It finally hit my cervix which gave a quick sting. I looked down and was shocked to see almost half of his penis was still exposed.

He began to move slowly in and out. Each thrust even deeper than before as I felt my vagina expanding to accommodate his penis. This lasted for nearly 10 minutes as the pain began to subside. My eyes were fixated on the scene and as he pushed against my cervix again I could see that he was almost to the hilt. I was amazed at the sight, I could see his cock producing a bulge in my stomach as it moved in and out. Slowly he began to increase speed and I felt a pang of anxiety as I realized I was entering uncharted waters. I had only ever had sex with Jerry and was unsure of what a penis of this magnitude would do to me.

He went faster and faster and I began to feel an exhilaration. I felt a strange warmth throughout my entire body and then huge waves of pleasure began to wash over me. I was drowning in ecstasy. I realized that this was an orgasm, a real one. I had imagined that what I felt with Jerry was orgasmic but I knew now how wrong I was. I started having trouble thinking straight, there was nothing but primal lust as I felt a huge pressure building. I let loose not knowing what would happen and a mind-bending rush of pure bliss exploded through me. I let out ecstatic cries of joy as my body curled up and I couldn't help but twitch back and forth.

It was practically overwhelming, it felt like I was going to die from the power of it. I began to ask him to give me a break when he quickly flipped me over and began to plunge into me from behind even faster and deeper than before. Now I was absolutely overwhelmed and I began to practically scream in a confused state of pure pleasure. I realized that tears were streaming down my face as I could feel his gargantuan penis pushing deeper and the pressure as my stomach bulged out with each thrust. I couldn't think, wasn't thinking, I don't think I could see anymore and had no control. My mind and body were overloaded. I felt like I had passed out but I knew that I hadn't.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed in as deeply as possible. I felt his huge fertile balls resting on my soaked pussy as I realized that the entirety of his organ was now inside of me, a feat I thought impossible.

His penis stayed in place as he continued to push deeper, practically crushing my cervix as I almost thought it would push into my chest. His penis expanded greatly and I could feel it's incredible pulse as he started to cum inside of me. There was a surge of awesome warmth as I felt my pussy overflow and his seed began to run down my deeply angled body and drip from my engorged breasts. He pulled out of me and I began to feel empty.

I immediately collapsed onto the bed, shaking, and he held me with his powerful arms as I melted into his embrace.

Weeks later I found that I was pregnant. I shared the news with Jerry and he was ecstatic and proud of what we achieved. Every Friday since I met James I had been forgoing my bar meetings with Marie and been seeing James for as long as possible. I was addicted to him when I realized the mind-shattering pleasure he could give me.

One Saturday I was eating breakfast with Jerry as we talked about the baby. He was still elated by the news and spoke proudly of the conception as we had been attempting for almost three years. By now my experiences with James began to spill over into the rest of my life as I found myself day-dreaming about our next meeting almost constantly.

I zoned out while Jerry had been talking about the baby and when I came back to reality I found myself annoyed. This baby wasn't Jerry's. He had no right to be proud. He made me angry as I realized how much I had been deprived of in my singular devotion to him. I realized that what I thought was love back in High School was actually just friendship. I had made a mistake. Jerry was nice, but he was not a real man. He couldn't provide me with the incredible pleasures and fulfillment that James could. I wanted to wipe the smug look off of Jerry's face and make him realize how weak and inadequate he is. I told him of my infidelity, of how good it felt, and of how the baby wasn't his. I belittled him by telling him that after three years of trying to have a baby it took only two hours of sex with James to do the trick.

Admitting this I felt a rush of pleasure, of power and adrenaline. I could actually feel my vagina becoming engorged and I felt flush with the power of humiliating Jerry. I hated Jerry now , the idea of making him suffer sent a tingle down my spine. Jerry didn't even put up a fight, he just resignedly leaned back. I walked out of the room swaying my hips seductively making him lust after what was no longer his. In my mind I was James's.

I went to the bedroom and called James asking him to come over.

A mere 20 minutes later James was at the door, Jerry still sat in the kitchen staring at the table. I called him into the living room where James sat and told Jerry to take his clothes off. I told him that he would have a chance at redemption if he did what I told him to do.

Jerry meekly followed my orders as James stood up and undressed as well. A look of consternation drew across Jerry's face and he tried to back out of the room. James quickly grabbed him and threw him onto the couch with one powerful arm.

I told Jerry to get on his knees and pleasure James. I told him that James was superior and that Jerry's place was subservience. Jerry reluctantly placed a hand on James now erect mega-phallus and found he couldn't even fit it all the way around. I looked with disgust at Jerry's feminine physique and juvenile penis in comparison to the incredibly masculine and Adonis-like James. Precum streamed from James which Jerry began to lick off the tip of his penis. James then placed one hand on the back of Jerry's head and pushed his enormous penis into his throat. Jerry quickly began to cough and gag but Jerry just pushed deeper. It appeared that Jerry's body tried to vomit but simply couldn't. I watched in amazement as Jerry's throat bulged with the girth of James cock. Jerry tried to pull away but I quickly held him in place, overpowering his frailty with my meager female strength.

Jerry's face was beat red and tears poured out of his eyes. James had a look of deserved superiority on his face and I felt a wave of sadistic bliss. James then pulled out and Jerry went into a hysterical coughing fit. James flipped Jerry over and held him in place with a single massively powerful arm. With his other hand he steadied his equine penis and I eagerly slipped a very large specialty condom over it and generously lubed the length of it.

I took a second to admire his sex organs. His penis was at least the length of my arm with smooth supple skin and huge powerful veins. Thicker at the base but still well beyond wrist thick at the tip I ran my gaze from tip to base and looked in awe at the huge bulging muscles wrapping around the base of his penis. His balls were huge and beautiful, I held one in the palm of my hand and took solace in the substantial weight.

Sarcastically I quipped "Sorry Jerry" as James began to plunge into Jerry. Jerry pushed his face into the couch and began to scream. He couldn't escape James's plundering cock as he was held down and conquered. James fucked Jerry with savage abandon as I looked in awe at the bulging of Jerry's stomach, I thought it would burst right through. Every scream of pain Jerry emitted felt like an orgasm to me. James moved at a furious pace and the sound of his balls slamming against Jerry told me just how deep he was. James quickly pulled out and threw Jerry onto the ground where Jerry collapsed into a mess. James left the room to clean up and quickly came back still erect.

If Jerry died of internal damage it would only amplify the pleasure that I felt a million times over and confirm the utter power that I attributed to James. I looked up in complete awe at James viewing him as an ultra masculine god and hoped, prayed that James's total domination of Jerry would end up killing him.

I hovered over Jerry and pushed my breasts into his delirious gaze, taunting him. I smiled at Jerry and told him how much I loathed his inadequacies. I grabbed his useless genitals and crushed his testicles in my hand. I laughed as he writhed in pain and felt torrents of pleasure flooding over me. Jerry teared uncontrollably and told me weakly that he loved me. James grabbed my perfect ass and lifted me up to his waist level as I said dismissively "I know Jerry."

James comfortably slid his awesome phallus into my utterly engorged and dripping wet pussy. I let out a squeal of pleasure as I began to orgasm on contact from the incredible arousal. James stood tall and lifted me up and down, thrusting into me and easily supporting me with his massive thighs. Each thrust bringing involuntary vaginal contractions as I helplessly creamed on James's monstrous organ. My juices rained down on Jerry who, defeated, continued to cry pathetically. I rolled my head back and smiled, ignoring Jerry completely.

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Sorority Submission: A Spanking bysilkstockingslover©

Summary: Pledge gets disciplined for not completing her task in time.

Note 1: Sorority Submission Chapter 1 was released in December 2012 as an illustrated story, but unfortunately the artist was too busy to do the extensive art work needed for this story.

In Part 1 Sorority Submission...Anne sorority pledge fulfills her first task to not wear panties or a bra for the day and where a provocative outfit chosen for her. She is then chosen to be the inspection girl to see if all the other pledges have fulfilled the task as well. Since Anne has very small breasts the task is made extra humiliating. She also meets a very nice boy, Harvey. (This part is illustrated).

Note 2: This story is dedicated to the real Anne who is exactly as the story describes: a powerful domme to her man and a submissive slut to other woman.

Note 3: I am Canadian. I never pledged a sorority and base my ridiculous over-the-top plot on my fantasies, a few msn conversations, other stories I have read over the years and a plethora of 1980's movies (although sadly I also imagined it being a lot like that Amanda Bynes movie "Sydney White"...which I sadly also admit I liked...a lot). I have also condensed the timeframe for plot purposes.

Note 4: Thanks to Mab7991, and Leann for editing this chapter.

TASK 2: A Spanking for not Measuring Up(Tuesday)

I was woken up the next day again by Camree who just handed me a note. She said, "Have fun," and left, her sing-song tone telling me she knew what today's task was.

I opened the note and read it.

Pledge,

Today is another easy task. You must have a fellow male student allow you to take a picture of his fully erect cock. You must take the picture with your cell phone and send it to Beth by six-thirty. As we will every day during rush week, you must meet at seven at the sorority.

Have fun!

P.S. you get bonus points for each cock you get a picture of.

P.S.S. the biggest cock will get five bonus points.

Although the task was a bit extreme, I instantly thought of Harvey. He knew I was pledging and hopefully would help me with this absurd task. I texted him and asked if we could meet for lunch and he agreed.

Since I had no clothing expectations, I dressed casually in jeans, a t-shirt and stockings. The morning flew by as I prepared to ask Harvey the strangest question ever. Although slightly nervous, I already felt comfortable with Harvey and hoped he would not see my request as slutty as it would sound.

After a morning of lectures, I headed to meet Harvey for lunch. As soon as I saw him I got excited, he was a very attractive man and one I thought he had potential as a boyfriend. He walked over and greeted me, "How is Belle today?"

"Magnificent," I replied, trying to sound just like Belle.

"Nice," he said, quoting the movie, "will you be my guest for lunch."

Either he is really witty, really suave or he prepared for today, any of the three were impressive. I replied back, "Lead the way, Sir."

We chatted for the next forty-five minutes about our lives. I admitted my favorite movie was Sixteen Candles, he admitted he loved John Hughes films although argued Some Kind of Wonderful was his best film. I told him my favorite type of music was country and he promised not to judge me for my horrendous musical taste. He informed me he was stuck in the 1970s and his favorite album was Meatloaf's 'Bat Out of Hell' and I too promised not to judge him (although secretly I love 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'). We learned we are both avid readers, both love sports and both like musicals (which is rare in a guy). Time flew by and I felt a connection with him I had never felt with any other guy.

Sadly though, we both had classes coming up and I had a task to fulfill. I prefaced my request first. "You know how I am pledging Pi Delta?"

"Yeeeees," he said, clearly already knowing I needed his help.

"Well, I need a favor," I said, trying to be flirty.

He joked, "You need a hot guy to bring back with you tonight."

"Not far off," I replied, my tone unable to hide my awkwardness with what I was about to ask him next.

"What is it?" he asked, grabbing my hand that sent fireworks throughout my body. "I will do anything for you."

One sentence and I relaxed as I coyly teased, "Anything is a pretty strong word."

"I mean it," he smiled, squeezing my hand gently, "What do you need?"

"A picture of your erect cock," I throw out there, my face going red.

His face showed shock, but he recovered quickly. "Is that all? Do you want that as a glossy or matte format?"

I almost choked as I exploded into laughter from the question. Finally calming down, I answered, pulling out my cell phone, "Digital, actually."

"Oh my," he said, realizing I wasn't kidding. "Usually, I make my date pay for supper before she gets to see what's under the hood."

I again laughed because of his geeky, yet adorable smile. I countered, rather aggressively, "Nothing gets in my garage before I have appraised its value."

His eyebrow went up. "I like to think I have a classic corvette."

"I hope not," I countered.

"Why not?" he asked.

"They are all look and speed," I quipped, "I want one that likes to go for long relaxing drives and enjoys the scenery."

Both of us were laughing, covering up the sexual tension that was now dripping with each word and action. "Well, I am an explorer. I love to just roam and see where I end up."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and the slight chill in my spine from the playful innuendo. I finally returned us to the task at hand. "So, can I get a quick peek of your car for an appraisal of worth?"

"Hmmmmm, and what do I get in return?" he asked.

I countered, using a sports term, "A vague commitment of future considerations."

"I don't know," he said playfully, "I was hoping for something more now."

"Like what?" I asked, excited and nervous by his answer.

"A kiss," he answered, adding, "Maybe you can turn this beast into a man."

I responded playfully as I stood up, "I want both, beast and man."

He stood up too and I leaned in and kissed him. It was tender and sweet and I instantly knew he was the boy...the beast...the man for me.

Breaking the kiss, I smiled and said, "So now for your end of the deal."

He seemed as dazed as I did from the kiss, or at least I hoped so. He stammered, "S-s-so, how about after supper, say six at my dorm."

Noticing his suave confidence fading a bit, I played along, "Excellent, text me your dorm number, I am really looking forward to appraising your merchandise."

Before he could answer, I turned and walked away, knowing to always leave the boys high and hard. Not surprisingly, I received a text five minutes later with a room and a time.

I barely heard a word any of my professors said all afternoon as I waited for my after class rendezvous. I hadn't got laid in a while and although I didn't want to look like a complete slut, the thought of getting laid was very appealing. I also was praying his confidence wasn't falsely gained and his cock was indeed an impressive vehicle.

After class was done, I had a quick dinner before I made my way to his dorm arriving the compulsory five minutes late, not wanting to look too eager. Playing the game himself, he made me wait a few seconds after I knocked on his door.

As he opened the door, he greeted me, "Welcome to my castle."

I entered Harvey's messy dorm room and asked jokingly, "Clearly, you do not have the hired help of the Beast."

"Sadly no, but I do have a very messy roommate," he countered taking my hand and leading me to his room.

I quipped, as I followed, "Do you take all the girls you woo in the cafeteria line here?"

He laughed as we entered his very clean room. "You would be the first."

His door closed, I surveyed his rather immaculate room. Again, I was impressed. Unlike the boys I had dated in the past, Harvey was a man and I knew I wanted him. I sauntered over to him, my voice flirty, "So can I inspect your equipment?"

Again his suave confidence faded, as he was clearly not used to an aggressive woman. "Um, s-s-sure," he babbled, but didn't make a move.

I leaned in again and kissed him, this time with more urgency and passion than the first tentative, exploratory kiss this afternoon. Soon our tongues were exploring every reachable crevice of each other's mouths as we slowly moved to his bed. Staying in control, I pushed him onto his bed, before following him down and returning to our passionate kissing. Minutes ticked by before I began manoeuvring my way down his body, unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed his tanned neck, I nibbled his erect nipples and I licked his firm abdomen, a constant tease.

Finally, I was at his crotch. I asked, ever so polite, "May I?"

He let out a half-grunt, "Yes."

I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down and off. I could see his quite impressive, fully erect cock silhouetted in his black briefs begging for release. I asked, my hand squeezing his cock through his underwear, "It looks like your corvette wants to go out for a spin."

"God yes," he moaned, his cock flinching in my hand.

I tugged his underwear free and a very impressive cock, a solid seven inches, saluted me. I complimented, "I must say, the early appraisal is quite high." I don't know why I did it, other than I was horny and loved the idea of surprising this sexy guy, but I leaned forward and took it in my mouth.

Not surprisingly, he moaned loudly. I didn't bob up and down like some hungry co-ed cocksucking slut, instead I just lavishly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top. Every once and a while, I would slowly deep throat him, taking all seven inches in my mouth before returning to teasing just the top.

Once I had him completely at my will (which let's be honest is the second a woman touches a guy's cock, never mind putting it in her mouth), I decided it was time to take the picture. I took his cock out of my mouth and announced, "Picture time."

He opened his eyes, a clear look of disappointment in his face, but stammered, "S-s-sure," before adding, "It's just going to be my cock right? Not my face?"

"Yes, baby," I purred, attempting to calm his insecurities and compliment him. "There will be no facial evidence to the proud ownership of this beautiful cock, this very nice Lincoln Continental."

He laughed awkwardly at my luxury car reference as I reached for my purse and pulled out my phone. I joked, as I zoomed in to his delicious flagpole cock, "Say cheese."

"What?" he asked, suddenly nervous, but not covering his face.

"Just kidding," I replied as I snapped a picture. "Give me a second as I text this to Beth."

A few seconds later, sending the text at 6:33, a few minutes past the deadline, Harvey's cock was in cyberspace, an impressive memory of my second task completed. I returned to Harvey and pulled him to the edge of the bed and asked, "Now, where was I?"

He stood up and smiled, "I think you were making me fall in love with you."

He moved away from the bed slightly and I grabbed him by the cock. "And where do you think you are going? I'm not done with this beautiful cock of yours," I purred playfully.

He stammered, "W-w-where have you been all my life?"

I smiled provocatively, "It doesn't matter where I have been, it matters where I am now."

"Touche," he agreed.

"Do you like where I am right now, Harvey?" I asked, demurely, my hand firmly on his big cock.

"God, yes," he whimpered as I returned to sucking his cock, this time slowly bobbing up and down. Hearing his breathing increase, I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth. "Tell me when you are going to come, okay baby."

"Sure," he whimpered, clearly he was putty in my hand or my mouth to be more precise.

I took his cock back in my mouth and continued a slow burn blow job. I wanted to savor the moment, let him know just how good it could be, pull him in with sex and soon have him wrapped around my finger like my pervious boyfriends. A couple of minutes of constant, slow, up and down and I decided to go for the kill. I shifted from slow and sweet to faster and in less than a minute I heard him grunt, "Soon, Anne."

I think he assumed I would quit sucking, but instead I took that as my cue and began to hungrily bob up and down, deep throating him with each downward movement. The increased pace was the final straw and he grunted loud as he sprayed his sweet seed down my throat. It was a surprisingly full load and I swallowed it all hungrily. I slowed down to a snail's pace as I retrieved the final remnants of his cum before letting his delicious cock slip out of my mouth.

I moved up and kissed him hard sliding my tongue in his mouth, allowing the last lingering remnants of his own cum to be tasted by him. It obviously surprised him, but as expected he let me take control. Breaking the kiss, I said, "I would say the appraisal will come in quite high."

He smiled nervously as he asked like a gentleman, "Can I return the favor?"

"I'll take a rain check, I need to be back at the sorority in ten minutes," I said, disappointed that I couldn't appraise his cunt licking ability.

"O-o-ok," he said, clearly thinking I was brushing him off.

I tried to clarify I wasn't. "No seriously, I am expecting the royal treatment. I expect my garage thoroughly emptied before you fill it."

"Holy shit," he gasped, a smile crossing his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I think I love you," he replied, clearly in awe.

I winked, "Be careful what you say, sexy. I am a very hard woman to please."

"I am up for the challenge," he replied.

Glancing at his still erect cock, I retorted, "So it seems." I blew him a kiss and left his room, leaving him again wanting more. I hurried across campus just making it to the sorority in time.

"Cutting it kind of close, aren't we, Little Annie?" Jamie smirked as I arrived.

Amazing how after just completely controlling a situation, I could so quickly be cut down to size and feel little. I avoided eye contact as I apologized, "Sorry, it won't happen again."

"Go wait in line," Jamie ordered, slapping my ass.

I quickly joined the other pledges as we patiently waited whatever was in store next.

A couple minutes after seven, Beth arrived and opened with, "Congratulations ladies, you all completed today's task." There was polite applause by the sorority sisters, before Beth pointed out, her tone shifting from praise to disappointment. "But one of you did not make the 6:30 deadline."

I felt my cheeks red with shame, a glowing show of guilt. I prayed someone was later than me...I was only three minutes late. Alas, I learned she was indeed talking about me.

"Unfortunately, when one pledge fails, you all fail," Beth continued, before staring directly at me.

I looked down, feeling every set of eyes on me.

Beth continued, "You see we are all one here, we are a sisterhood. We look after one another."

I felt guilt wash over me and apologized profusely. "I am so, so sorry. I found a guy willing, but it took longer than expected. Please don't punish the others."

Jamie finally spoke. "You are willing to take the punishment for all your fellow pledges?"

"Yes," I quickly agreed, without knowledge of what the punishment would be.

"You are sure?" Jamie asked, implying the punishment was not going to be fun.

"Yes," I repeated, adding, "I am the one who failed, I deserve the consequences."

"Come here, Little Annie," Jamie instructed.

I winced at the derogatory pet name, but I began to walk over, but was stopped. "On all fours, Little Annie," Jamie commanded.

Humiliated yet again, I crawled to Jamie as Beth continued to explain the expectations of the sorority. "Girls you must understand the utter loyalty that exists between us. The sorority comes first...always. It comes before your friends, your boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever your sexual orientation, and even your family. We are your family now."

I reached Jamie and waited patiently, full of complex anxiety, for whatever was about to happen.

Beth explained, "Since pledge Anne has willingly sacrificed herself to take the punishment for all of you, we will not add another day to your tasks. Instead we will proceed with a team approach to punishment."

I listened to every word, petrified yet curious what kind of punishment they had in store for me.

Jamie ordered, "Stand up, Little Annie."

I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees.

Jamie ordered, "Take off your jeans."

"Pardon?" I questioned, having heard the question, but unable to comprehend it properly.

"Take off your fucking jeans," Jamie snapped.

Petrified by her sudden outburst, I quickly fumbled with my jeans and took them off as my level of humiliation continued to build.

"You are wearing thigh highs under your jeans?" Jamie asked, surprised.

"Yes, I think they are sexy," I admitted.

"Hmmmm, that they are," Jamie purred, looking me over like she wanted to devour me whole.

"Panties too, Little Annie," Jamie ordered, as all the pledges and sorority sisters watched my public humiliation.

I trembled as I slowly pulled my panties down and off. Once naked from the waist down, Jamie took my hand and pulled me towards one of the couches. Once there, standing behind the couch, she ordered, "Bend over, Little Annie."

I complied, even as every inch of my body screamed at me to run. I had never in my life felt more vulnerable, more insecure than I did at this moment, yet I could feel my pussy getting wet.

Beth explained, "Form a line behind Sister Jamie."

Quickly my fellow pledges obeyed and I could no longer see any of them.

Beth explained, "Pledge Anne has courageously stood up and accepted responsibility for her actions which I respect, yet no disobedience can be overlooked. Pledges, each of you will spank your fellow pledge firmly on her ass. Anne, after each slap, you will thank the pledge for punishing you. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I replied, even though I was tensing up with fear.

"Remember," Beth finished, "only from true respect, true loyalty and true discipline can we be successful as a sorority. Pledge Angela, you may start."

I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable pain, stunned by the reality of my punishment.

SMACK! I winced and let out a yelp on contact. I am not sure what I expected it to feel like, but my left ass cheek stung and burned instantly. I almost forgot my part of the task. "Thank you, Angela, for punishing me."

Beth added, "Each time, Pledge Annie, you must thank your punisher with different words."

"OK," I replied, through clenched teeth, unable to fathom forty-eight more slaps.

"Pledge Carlee," Beth announced.

SMACK! This time the right cheek took the full force of the slap, which echoed through the room. A similar pain burned through me as I thanked my fellow pledge. "Thank you, Carlee, for slapping my white ass."

Jamie laughed, "It won't be white for long."

"Pledge Leah," Beth called forward.

SMACK! A second straight slap on my right ass cheek, doubled the burn and I let out a scream. "Thank you, Leah, for teaching me my place."

"Your place?" Jamie questioned with a laugh.

I realized the absurdity of my last words but remained silent as Beth said, "Pledge Amber."

SMACK! A third straight hand made contact with my right ass cheek as I let out another loud scream. Tears began to form as I struggled to speak. "Thank you, Amber, for-for-for spanking me."

A sudden SMACK hit my right ass cheek again startling me as Jamie said, "Didn't Sister Beth say each thank you must be different?"

"S-s-sorry," I stammered through now rolling tears, before adding, "Thank you, Sister Jamie, for punishing me for my disobedience, I was a bad little girl."

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Naive Sorority Sister byGinaDMarco©

"This whole month has been utter shit!" I say aloud in the small room I shared with another girl.

"What are you talking about Ashley? It's our first month of being in college! We're away from our parents; we can do whatever we want, whenever we want!" My roommate responded. She always had an optimistic attitude towards things. I don't know how she ever could, seeing as she stayed in the room all day and night and only ventured out to seek food down in the, aptly named, mess hall.

"I know but, come on Rachel! Did you really think our first weeks in college would be this mundane? I thought I'd be going to parties and drinking beers and you know, just hanging out!" I didn't want to tell Rachel the main reason why I was frustrated. I don't think she would understand.

We had to be the oddest pairing I had ever known. We both liked the same music, the same tv shows and we both read the same books but when it came to socializing she was more of a wallflower than I was. She shunned all the revelry, all the parties, all the joy that involved alcohol. However, I wanted to completely submerge myself in those activities. This is college and I wanted it to be like the movies but she never wanted to go so I never went. I guess that aspect of college is being accomplished: sticking with your roommate.

"Not really. I'm okay with what we do every weekend. I'm content." And she smiled that small smile that I just knew she had to be lying to herself. I knew that the conversation was over, my complaint would go unheard and I would be stuck in the same weekend cycle I had entered since a month ago.

"Do you want to order wings tonight? Maybe hot ones again?"

"Sure, Rachel, same place?"

"Definitely!"

It took a few more weeks for me to realize that Rachel could be left to her own devices. It would be hard but I needed to make new friends and create those "College" experiences on my own. I was not about to spend my freshman year sitting in my dorm room, eating wings with my roommate every weekend and watching streaming shows and movies.

When the Kappa Phi Gamma sorority started their Recruitment Week, I knew this was my chance to spend my college years the right way; this was my chance to have the "College" experiences I had seen every character in the movies go through. Plus, they all really seemed like a nice group of girls.

It wasn't until later on that I found out about the Kappa Phi Gamma sorority's reputation. Every boy on campus called them by a different name because of the rumors that surrounded the Kappa Phi Gamma name. I always knew sorority girls were a little sluttier than the average girl but it seemed as though these girls took it to a completely different level. They had a reputation of loving anal sex. From the stories, I heard, it wasn't just about LOVING anal sex, it was begging for it, craving it, wanting it everywhere. The rumors were spread all over campus until eventually the Kappa Phi Gamma girls earned a new name: Alpha Sigma Sigma. I thought it was a little clever when I heard it but still pretty immature. I never thought the girls looked like the type to love anal and I know I never tried it but I did want the "College" experience so I carried on through Recruitment week.

When Recruitment week started, that was when college really started for me. Every night was a different activity; Monday was a meet a greet night, Tuesday was a poker tournament, Wednesday was a night where we met our brother sorority and we got paired with a brother that took us on a date, Thursday we partied with our brother fraternity and Friday we partied with the brother fraternity at our sorority house. Every night was fun and every night I drank! For a moment, I wondered how many brain cells I still had in my head, then my favourite song came on and I forgot all about those kinds of thoughts.

Sorority life was fun until the last night. The sisters of Kappa Phi Gamma lined all the new recruits into a straight line and the oldest, Krissy, told us we had to select a room in the house and wait for our surprise. I wondered what the surprise was, but in that moment in time I was too high on the sisterly love to care, I so wanted to be a part of Kappa Phi Gamma.

I chose the room farthest to the left, unlocked the door and walked in. The first thing I noticed about the room was the copious amounts of pink everything; the bed sheets, pillows, curtains, even the chairs were pink. I wondered if I had somehow passed out and this was simply a hallucination sponsored by the color Pink. I walked over to the pink-frilled mirror and examined myself. I never thought myself to be entirely sexy but those happy-go-lucky girls made me look at myself with a much closer eye. No longer did I just see an average girl, I saw a sexually charged woman. And she was ready to pounce.

Voices snapped me out of my train of thought! I recognized the tone as male voices. I pressed my ear up against the door and heard the oldster frat brother give their new recruits the same instructions Krissy gave us. I pushed myself away from the door and I waited, waited to see who would choose my room. I could hear the wild stampede outside my door, the boys were more eager to enter the rooms than the girls were, but I stood, frozen, nervous and worried.

The door knob turned slowly, and I heard the click. Slowly, the door was pushed open and in the door way stood Julius. I was relieved that he was the one who chose my room. I really like Julius. We met before at the mixer and I really like being with him but every other girl wanted to talk to him and dance with him so we never saw each other again. I guess it was fate that made us choose the same room, farthest to the left.

Krissy's voice suddenly came out of nowhere. There were no visible signs of a PA system but yet, he voice could be heard clearly from inside the room Ashley and Julius were now standing in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, of course, tonight you become a part of the Kappa Phi Gamma and its brother sorority, Kappa Phi Alpha. At least you have a chance too. In your rooms, there should be a brother and a sister. Girls and boys, to become one of us you must share in our secret. A secret that we have all be part of for as long as we've been sisters. To join us, you must have sex tonight. Consummate your union into our brotherhood and never share this secret with anyone! However, if you choose not to; the door is open and you are able to leave but you can tell no one of what you heard tonight and you are forbidden from joining. Now then, enjoy yourselves, I know I will." She gave a little chuckle as her voice trailed away from the room.

I was shocked but I was not surprised. Their reputation still stood ground; I was waiting for the day when we would have to do something like this. I was still nervous though, I had only once before, had sex. It was uncomfortable and I did not enjoy myself. I glanced over to Marcus and he looked nervous too. From the looks of him, he was a virgin. That thought was a complete surprise to me. He was an extremely sexy guy.

I heard doors open and close, one by one and footsteps on the staircase. I knew some girls would leave, and for a moment I considered it. I considered what I would be leaving behind, what possibilities I would be trading, the sisterhood, the "College" experiences, the bond that lasts after graduation and the connections in the most prestigious companies. I considered how easy it would be to open that door and just walk out, walk down those stairs and never look back at this sorority house again. I considered all those things but my legs never moved towards the door. I wanted to stay and be a Kappa Phi Gamma sister.

I slowly walked over to Julius and I got down on my knees in front of him. Our eyes locked as we both knew what was going to happen. His eyes were brown and they looked nervous.

I said, "Do you want to leave?"

He shook his head. It was little bit cute that he was too nervous to speak and it made me smile.

"Do you want to do this with me?"

He paused for a moment, our eyes never leaving each other's gaze. Then, he nodded.

"Are you a virgin? We can take it slow if you want."

He finally spoke to me and he said, " Yea, I'm a virgin but I've been thinking about you ever since the mixer. You've been on my mind a lot and I want to do this with you. That's why I bribed my Big to ask your Big what room you went into."

I was stunned. The thought that he would go so far as to want to only be with me, have his first time with me. I wanted to make it special. So, I got up from the my kneeling position and I took off my shirt.

"I will take off one piece and you will do the same until we're naked. Okay?"

He agreed and he took off his shirt. I then took my pants off, and he did the same. This went on for a few seconds until we were both completely naked. We were both standing in front of each other completely naked, with all our faults for the world to see. I was nervous because I didn't know what he would think about me now that I'm naked. I was still that nervous girl inside.

"You're so sexy!"

"What?" I was stunned by his remark.

"Your body is amazing! Your boobs are so big....and I really love a white girl with a sweet ass!" That nervous virgin wasn't there anymore, in front of me stood a very horny man.

He stood in front of me; 6 foot and 3 inches. His black cock stiff from just seeing me naked and it was huge. I wondered if I could even fit it inside me. He was of medium build but so was I and that made him less intimidating than I thought he would be naked. Just standing there with his muscled arms and strong, broad shoulders and his big, black cock hanging out inches away from where he stood; he looked handsome, rugged, sexy, strong! All the things I wanted in a man.

I had never thought in my life that my breasts were particularly huge nor was my ass sweet. He walked over to me and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled my body closer to his. His soft lips against mine, I could feel his cock rubbing against my belly and the pre-cum sticking to me. My heart was racing and my body was getting hot from being aroused by him. I pushed him onto the bed, got on my knees again and told him he would feel good from this.

His dick was as tall as my entire head, it was thick and long. I licked the massive shaft with my tongue, up and down I went, making his dick wet and making him moan. I licked from his big balls up to the top and I instantly went down on his dick. I heard a loud moan and I knew he really liked that. I bobbed up and down on his dick, the saliva from when I was licking his big, meaty cock, helped me get his monster into my mouth. With every stroke of his cock against my tongue, I heard him moan. Every time I went down and his tip got in my throat, he moaned. I started bobbing faster and faster.

"Ashley, stop, stop, I'm about to.." I didn't allow him to finish his words. A blast of hot liquid shot straight down my throat and his dick became soft. I looked at him and he was breathing heavily. All that cum went down my throat and it tasted really good but I wanted more. He looked exhausted, the pink bed sheet that he laid on was wrinkled and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"Can I eat you out now?"

"If you really want to" I smiled at him.

He traded places with me on the bed and he started licking around my pussy. His tongue finding the right spots to slowly go over. He looked the outside, and the inside of my vaginal lips until he came to the little hill that gave me so much satisfaction and he kissed it. A tingle shot through my body! He kissed it again and I felt another tingle. I let out a moan without realizing it.

He lifted his head and said "Let me know if it hurts, okay?"

I nodded. He was such a caring lover.

He proceeded to flick my clit with his tongue. My body was flushed with pleasure! I moaned more! He flicking; up and down his tongue went on my pink flesh. He looked up and me and I looked at him and I smiled, I felt like he did too.

He slid, two fingers into my wet pussy and I could feel them working their way up. I cringed a little and he stopped, looked at me and asked if I was alright. I told him I was so he continued on like before. The slight pain subsided and when I started moaning again, he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back him. I had never felt this sensation before, it was amazing. Ecstasy was flooding my head, this man was making me feel things that my last lover couldn't.

I felt something building up inside me and I wrapped my legs around his head to push his tongue down further on my clit. My moans were becoming louder, and louder with each passing moment the room became more filled with the sound of my own voice and less with silence. The sensation was rising, and rising, and rising and then with one last moan....it was gone; replaced by the orgasmic pleasure that flowed all over my body. I had to push him off my pussy because his tongue was beginning to hurt me. I laid there on the bed, my legs weak and my body exhausted. Just like he was a few moments ago, I no longer wanted to move. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, feel the pleasure of my first orgasm forever.

He got up from the floor and showed me his fingers, they were covered in this thick, white liquid. In front of my eyes, I saw him put his fingers in his mouth and suck and swallow my cum.

"Now, we've both tasted cum" and he smiled.

I laughed at his joke. I was more laughing at the fact that he could make a joke at this time, me covered in sweat on a pink bed, in a terribly pink room and him, sitting on the floor smiling. My heart raced again, but this time not because I was horny but because I felt like I really liked him.

I moved on the bed to a position where my head, lay on the pillows. I spread my legs and I looked at him and said. "If you want to we can have sex....you do have a condom right?"

He grabbed his pants and pulled out a box of Trojan Magnum condoms.

"Do you have lube too?"

He shook his head. I knew without lube it would be painful but I wanted to feel him inside me so I didn't ask any further. He ripped the gold packaging and slid one of the condoms on his big, thick penis. He got onto the bed and got on top of me, he leaned down to kiss me and I could feel a surge of passion from his lips. His asked if I was ready and I nodded. Slowly, he slid his protected penis inside me, I cringed all the way until he was all the way in. After that, the pain went away and I told him he could move.

His penis went in and out of my penis so fast, it felt like a bullet train going through a tunnel.

"Can you go slower, please?"

"I'm sorry" he said. He went slower from then, his eyes still locked with mine. His massive penis felt good penetrating my small vagina. His pace felt good and I could tell her was enjoying it too. He bent down to kiss me and he whispered in my ear "Thank you. Since I met you I wanted my first time to be with you".

Then, I realized this was no longer about sex or getting into the sorority and fraternity. He was making love to me. Each stride of his penis into my vagina was pleasure. His beautiful eyes locked in a gaze with mine and smile looked at me from his handsome face. His pace quickened a little and the pleasure increased.

"Tell me when you're about to come" I told him.

"Okay, hold on" He increased his paced more until my breasts were going up and down and the bed started to creak. His penis was entering and exiting me so quickly and rubbing against my clit in such a pleasurable way that I couldn't help myself from moaning his name.

"Hold on Ashley, I'm about to come...I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" His cum shot into my pussy and I smiled as he dropped down onto my chest and breathed heavily again. I felt good, I made him cum, that was all my doing and I smiled.

He looked at me. "What do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"Do you want to grab dinner some time?" He asked.

"Definitely!" I smiled back at him and thought about what just transpired.

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Dynamics of a Human Heart Ch. 01 byTyler_H

Cuando el amor no es locura, no es amor
"When love is not madness, it is not love."

-Pedro Calderon de Barca



Author's Note: What follows is a love story, something that's been rattling around in my head for a while now. Hopefully I've managed to do it justice. If you're looking for a quick fix (and you don't scare easily) I refer you to my 'Jack' series or any other number of terrific stories.

This is a 'romance' insofar that it deals more with love and erotica, as opposed to just straight up 'sex'. The story supports the sex, not the other way around.

The story however deals with a few different romances: a relationship between a woman and another woman as well as a relationship between a man and a woman. If either of these aspects make you uncomfortable or just aren't your cup of tea, no worries.

This is a long story, there is sex, there is love, tragedy, betrayal, violence, and, ultimately, hope.

Unnecessary disclaimer: Everyone is over 18. Duh.



Dynamics of a Human Heart: How many ways can a soul be saved?



Miranda sighed and squinted at the sun, bright in a cloudless California sky, and attempted to calculate what time it was.

Of course, you could just look at your phone.

She sighed again at that thought and attempted to juggle her books, her laptop, and her phone, trying to see what time it was. Unfortunately, she was attempting to do all of this with only one working arm, her other sported a wrist brace after a particularly nasty sprain.

I have a PH. D. in theoretical physics, I have an I.Q. of a hundred-and-sixty-plus, she thought to herself, yet, somehow, the ability to balance a bunch of stuff eludes me.

Miranda Inoue was an unusual woman in many ways: having just turned twenty-two, she had already gotten her Ph. D. from Caltech in experimental physics and was now after a second, dealing mostly with astrophysics and advanced mathematics.

Miranda was as unique physically as she was mentally: she was willowy in appearance and graceful. Miranda's Asian heritage was living up to the stereotype. However, her father was from Johannesburg and had contributed some of his own genes to Miranda's look, giving her a curvier figure than most would associate with your typical Asian woman. Her shoulders were also a bit broader; her hair was fairer as well, approaching a warm chestnut brown, cut short, if for no other reason than to not fuss with it, and she could lay claim to a respectable amount of leg.

Overall she was...'exotic' as she liked to think, but her eyes made her exotic look utterly unique: her eyes were almond-shaped, a gift from her Japanese mother, and they were a vibrant shade of violet. Neither her mother, nor her father had a clue as to how that had happened, but eventually Miranda did some research and deduced that there was probably a case of albinism or similar gene mutation somewhere back in of parent's family history and that it may be recessive.

She was four years old when she had deduced this. Even then, she was exceptional.

Unfortunately, all gifts come with a price and Miranda's were no exception: she was frail, if not downright sickly. She didn't actually get sick all that often, but she was constantly exhausted, needing to rest between classes and before any kind of social activity, no matter how calm or relaxed it would be. It was as if, to fuel her genius, her mind was consuming her body for fuel.

And this affected her in other, more, intimate ways.

Simply put, Miranda's sex life was a delicate thing: she couldn't exert herself too strongly or she'd likely get dizzy and pass out. It was not a popular quality in a lover and it had made for a lonely existence, pretty or no.

Fortunately, her current lover was an understanding individual and together they had managed to maintain a loving, if not vigorously passionate, relationship, which she found very much to her liking.

And then she slammed headlong into something tall and grungy.

"Bloody Hell!!" roared a stranger's voice.

Miranda cried out and fell to the ground, all of her possessions crashing in a heap next to her. She gasped in pain as jolts of agony shot through her arm, which had been the point of impact. Blinking back tears, she looked up at who she had run into.

He was white, maybe early forties but ragged-looking. He was dressed in a shirt, tie and tan duster that all looked thoroughly disheveled to the point of messy. His hair was the color of dirty straw cut short and spiky, like a punk rocker who'd kept the haircut long past its time and he looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept in days. A pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses covered his eyes. Overall, Miranda though he looked like a cross between a used-car dealer and a heroin addict.

He was currently dusting himself off and reaching down to pick-up a matchbook and a now-crushed cigarette from off the ground, appearing to ignore the prone girl completely.

"Damn it," he swore at the ruin that had been his cigarette, before turning his gaze on Miranda, "What, are you blind or just stupid?" he demanded in a heavily accented voice that sounded like it could have come from Liverpool or maybe London. Miranda had heard some guys (and a few girls) try to fake an English accent, but he wasn't because the combination of Scouse and Cockney was too distinctive.

She glared up at him and painfully got to her feet. She noticed that his sunglasses were mirrored as two tiny portraits of herself stared back at her.

He was also a bit more attractive than she had first though: his skin, while pale, was also unblemished, save for what looked like a perpetual five o' clock shadow. He had murderously high cheekbones and a strong jaw, the kind that could be described as heroic if it weren't cloaked in stubble. She thought she saw a faint scar, raised with an unusual texture to it at the corner of his mouth, but the stubble obscured it.

"No, don't worry, I'm fine," she grumbled and started to bend over to grab her things. She jerked her head up, trying to see if maybe he was checking out her backside or breasts, it had happened before: the swell of her hips gave her what one, rather vulgar, friend had called a heart-shaped ass and her breasts, while not terribly large, were full and firm.

Instead, he appeared to be busy trying to light another cigarette in a cupped hand with a match, tossing the matchstick away carelessly once done. He looked at her one more time and smirked, like she was his own private joke, and began to walk away.

Miranda glared daggers into the Englishman's back as she attempted to put her phone in her pocket and grab her books and her computer, all the while praying that none of them had been damaged. Gravity was not cooperating with the handicapped young woman and she proceeded to drop her stuff again.

"Kuso!!" she screamed, a curse that roughly translated to "Shit!" Miranda didn't swear very often and when she did, only in Japanese so no one else could understand it. She had been brought up to believe that the use of profane language, in any language, was hallmark of the uneducated and inferior.

The man stopped, only a few paces away from her and looked up at the sky, his shoulders going slack. He turned his head, just a little, to watch Miranda struggle again with her possessions. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaled hard through his nose, then turned and stalked towards her.

"For fuck's sake!" he yelled, "Up!" he took her uninjured arm and yanked the startled woman to her feet. Scooping down, he grabbed her things.

"You keep the sodding machine close to you, like this," he said, wedging her laptop in the crook of her arm, "you put your books on top to keep it from sliding out," he unceremoniously dumped her textbooks on her computer, Miranda exhaled hard at the sudden weight. "And you keep your mobile in your bloody pocket!" And he spun her around, yanked her forward and thrust her phone into her pants back pocket.

Miranda squawked in indignation as she was manhandled. "Keep your hands to yourself!" she hissed.

The man was not impressed, he smirked again, like she was the funniest thing in the world, gave her a mocking, two-finger salute, and turned and walked away.

Miranda watched him go with a glare,

"Jerk" she muttered to herself. Still, she wasn't being entirely fair; if he really had wanted to grope her he had had amble opportunity. Instead, he had been all business. She was used to people being attracted to her, from time to time, but not someone quite so irritated with her, except her mother. She couldn't quite put her finger on it: he was savagely rude, foul-mouthed, arrogant, sarcastic, and overall entirely abrasive. But he had, something; a...rawness to him, as if he made no pretenses at all of being anything other than what he was. He was bold, fearless, and totally unapologetic. In other words, he was everything she wasn't and a part of her, a small part, found that very interesting.

Dismissing these thoughts as nonsense, she made her way towards her apartment. But she did notice that, for the remainder of her trip, she didn't drop a single thing.

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Miranda slammed the door to her apartment a little harder than necessary and her roommate, Sam, rolled her eyes as she looked up from her computer.

"So, it was a fun day then, was it Miri?" she prodded in a voice heavily laden with sarcasm as Miranda dumped her books and computer on the table unceremoniously and stalked over to her.

Miranda's answer was the sound of tearing Velcro followed by a wrist brace being hurled across the room to smash into the wall with surprising force. "Shut up," she said without any rancor as she came to Sam's chair and bent over to kiss her lover once upon her lips, then again upon her brow, as was their custom.

Miranda and Sam had met as freshman and the attraction had been instantaneous: both girls were very bright, though Sam readily admitted that her lover was "definitely the brains in the relationship." Miranda was studying theoretical physics while Sam was majoring in information science and technology while minoring in mathematics. While Sam and Miranda both enjoyed crunching numbers, Sam's interests began and ended with programming algorithms.

"So, what put you in such a good mood today, my sweet?" Sam asked wryly.

"Ugh, don't get me started-"Miranda began

"Too late."

Miranda glared at Sam as she sat down across from her.

"I was late for almost every class today, both teaching and attending, I'm suffering from major writer's block in regards to my final thesis," she sighed in frustration and gestured to her stuff on the table, "And some ass plowed into me and made me break my computer."

Sam pouted "Aw, did baby have a bad day? Fall down, go boom?" She grinned as Miranda narrowed her eyes at her. Sam beckoned, "Bring it here," she said gesturing at the computer, "Let Sam take a look at it."



Miranda smiled as the tension drained from her, Sam had a gift for making her smile it was one of the things she loved about her, and she kissed her lover's mouth again. She tasted like vanilla, one of her favorite scents and flavors and Sam knew it. Miranda enjoyed the way things smelled or tasted, for her it was much more immersive than looking at something or hearing it.

Sam smirked at her and set to work on the laptop. Physically, Sam was the polar opposite of Miranda: blond hair and blue eyes, she was a California native and had a deep, Pacific tan that was too beautiful to come from a bottle or a booth. When they made love, her own pale skin made for a stark contrast to Sam's sun-kissed body. She also had the most incredible, bee-stung lips that made her irresistible when she pouted. Miranda could quite contentedly kiss, nibble, and suck on them for hours. Sam looked like the kind of girl you'd see playing volleyball all day or maybe as a model.

Being confined to a wheelchair, however, dashed any hopes of that. Her legs had been crushed in an accident when she was a teenager and while she'd retained most of the feeling in them, she'd never be able to walk unassisted again.

"So," Sam began as she worked on the laptop, "Tell me about this jerk." She brought the machine up on its edge and rested it against her breasts as she fiddled with a USB port. Miranda couldn't help but stare, Sam possessed the most incredible set of "tits" as Sam liked to call them, she had ever seen: full enough to fill her hand, with large, pink nipples that Miranda had spent hours licking and nibbling at, at her lover's breathless and oft-repeated request. The thought of it sent vibrations through her slender body that resonated deep somewhere between her legs.

"You're staring," Sam said, without looking up from her work. Miranda blushed.

"Sorry."

"I didn't say you could stop," Sam looked up from her work with a lopsided smile, which Miranda had no choice but to return, "But you're also avoiding the subject: the jerk, spill. It usually takes a lot to get you this irritated and I'm curious."

"He was just some guy," she said, "Had that awful South London, Cockney, accent."

"Ooo, I like those; sexy," Sam replied.

"Said the lifelong lesbian."

"Hey, I can appreciate," Sam leered at her, "Just because I don't need a nice, big cock to get me off doesn't mean I can't appreciate what it's attached to." She winked and Miranda cheeks colored; Sam was always the more adventurous of the two and had no problem expressing herself in as base a manner as she felt necessary.

So, what did he look like?" Sam asked.

Miranda threw up her hands in exasperation, "Why are you so insistent about this?"

"Because I like to torment you."

"Fine, you want to know what he looked like? He looked like the lovechild of David Bowie and Benedict Cumberbatch, who after being born, was pummeled and pickled in a mixture of arsenic and nicotine.

Sam blinked a few times, trying to wrap her head around that.

"Okay Bowie, I know; who's the other guy?"

"Google him."

She put down Miranda's computer and tapped a few keys on her own machine before giving a long, slow, whistle.

"Good lord, you could shave with those cheekbones," she looked back at Miranda, "Why didn't you just say he was really hot? You're bi; you're allowed to think so."

"He wasn't hot, he was skuzzy and he smelled bad and he called me stupid."

"So bathe him, shave him, and jump him already!"

"Ugh, no thank you and you're my girlfriend, aren't you supposed to be dissuade me from having sex with random strangers?"

Sam leaned over to place a hand on her lover's thigh, "Sweetie, I love you, you know that, but if there was anyone that needed to have sex with random strangers, it's you."

"Slut."

"Prude."

The girls had been trading insults since the day they first met and it seemed to be one of the most dynamic and stable elements in their relationship.

"Yes, well, this slut has repaired your computer," Sam declared as began to hand it over to the other girl. As Miranda was reaching for it, Sam jerked it away, "Make it worth my while."

Miranda rolled her eyes, "I love you," she said.

"My while is worth more than that. How are you going to repay me?"

Miranda sighed; she knew what Sam was getting at: the other girl loved to pick on her for being less sexually outgoing than she and nothing made her happier than to make the poor girl squirm.

"I'll...have lots of sex with you," Miranda said in a rush.

"Uh-huh, details please."

Miranda looked at her agog, "You're indecent!"

"I am horny; and at the moment, I am holding all the cards," she waggled the computer at Miranda, "Details please, Miri."

"I'll kiss your neck and then I'll squeeze your, your breasts."

"My what?" Sam leered and Miranda felt her face grow even hotter.

"Your tits."

Sam had always enjoyed dirty talk almost as much as she enjoyed Miranda's awkwardness at it. She grinned and casually yanked her shirt up over her head and Miranda gasped: she hadn't been wearing a bra and her breasts jutted forward, bare for her to see. Tanned, toned, and perfect, Miranda could feel her mouth beginning to water and moistness began to seep in between her thighs.

Sam lifted her toned arms up above her head, causing her breasts to bounce slightly.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever, lover."

Miranda bent over and carefully lifted her lover from her wheelchair.

"Oof, you're getting heavy," Miranda commented as she cradled her lover in her arms, heading towards their bed trying to make sure that her injured wrist did not hamper things.

"Fuck you," Sam's grin got wider. Miranda pretended to look shocked,

"Guttersnipe!"

"Prig!"

"Trollop!"

"Frigid bitch!"

"I love you," Sam whispered in a softer voice, the time for sarcasm over.

"I love you too, Sammy," Miranda replied as she laid her out on their bed.

Samantha made a face, "I hate it when you call me that," she growled playfully.

Miranda sat near the head of the bed and began dotting her lover's face with kisses, slowly moving down to the curve of her neck, "I know," Miranda whispered into her lover's ear

Samantha shuddered. Her nipples had become two small, hard points of pink on her firm breasts.

Miranda finished her journey down Sam's throat and began to lip, nibble, and suck her way across her collarbone, luxuriating in the taste of her bronzed body.

"Miri!" Sam began to whine as she clenched her fists and thrashed about impatiently. Even her legs began to twitch and kick as much as they were able to. Miranda knew that was a good sign, it means her lover was primed.

Miranda gently took her lover's breast in her small hands: she loved the feel of them and how they filled her hands. She leaned over and placed her mouth over one tiny, perfect, nipple and began to suck gently.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Sam cried out. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts upwards into Miranda's mouth. Sam began to tremble and shake so hard that her spine popped and cracked with the strain. "Don't you ever fucking stop," she said through gritted teeth.

Miranda just continued to work at her breasts, tracing the round areola with a velvety tongue, like she was lapping at ice cream; sweet, wet and perfect.

"Oh, I am going to break you, little girl," Sam groaned even as Miranda looked up from her work, looking very pleased with herself.

"Promises, promises."

"Hey, I didn't say stop!"

Miranda chuckled throatily as she massaged Sam's breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, like rose-colored pebbles, swollen and hard as stone. She caught one between her front teeth and began to flick her tongue against it faster and faster. She picked up speed as her free hand roamed up Sam's chest, squeezing her other breast. She twisted her nipple hard, the way she knew Sam liked, before reaching up past her throat and putting her fingers in her lover's gasping mouth.

Samantha latched onto Miranda's fingers with hungrily and attempted to suck the skin off them, moaning in satisfaction as she enjoyed her new treat. She lifted her hips up as far as possible, trying to rub against her love wherever she could.

Unlike Miranda, Sam liked a little pain with her pleasure and knowing that, Miranda took her lover's nipple between her teeth and very gently nipped at its tip. That was all it took: Sam nearly bit off her fingers as her body went into ecstatic convulsions. Miranda yanked her fingers and inspected them for damage as Sam continued to writhe. Miranda pushed her down as she thrust her hand down her lover's pants, past her now-drenched panties to rest against her dripping sex and giving Sam something to grind against as she came over and over again in waves of pleasure.

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