Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real age
of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right size,
firm and did not sag one bit — taking her brassiere off, which was a low-cut
front snap design, was an experience I’ll never forget. When I cupped her
breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her brassiere so I
could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she
free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin
has always been a tiger in bed.

“A private show?” he asks. You nod, waiting for him to
announce the act. His smile deepens, as he steps back, gesturing
grandly at the room around you. “Welcome to Wench Works! Tonight for
your entertainment and…pleasure…we have a very special
performance. Please sit back, have a drink, and enjoy the show!”

The spotlight abruptly cuts off, and the man disappears into
sudden darkness. Your eyes take a moment to adjust, and even when
they do the stage appears black. Music swells in the background, an
invisble orchestra playing an unusual theme. It is slow, controlled,
and somehow subtly erotic. It leaves you with the impression of
massive power, chanelled into a thing of great beauty, and trails
off tantalizingly, unfinished.

A golden spotlight hits the bare stage, near the front. It
moves slowly backwards, up the center stage, and focuses on a pair of
black boots. Ever-so-faintly, you can make out silver tracery on the
boots as your eye, and the spotlight, follows them upwards. The spot
outlines tight black pants, clinging to clearly-defined muscles in
long, lean legs. The pants hide nothing. They caress strong thighs
and narrow hips before disappearing under a midnight blue silk shirt.

The shirt is very thin and slides gently in the breeze from
the ceiling fan, turning lazily on this hot night. You are sweating
as you follow the light, and a drop of perspiration slides down your
collarbone to fall into the crevice between your breasts. You almost
regret wearing black tonight, as even a light chiffon dress is too hot
in this small room. You take a drink from the glass on the table,
tipping your head back as the cool liquid slips down your throat, careful
to keep your eyes on the stage.

The spotlight has paused, as if waiting for you to put down
your glass, and as you do so, it starts moving upwards again, and the
music returns softly. It thrums a gentle counterpoint as the light
plays over a dancer’s body. There is little mass here, but there is
power in the shoulders, in the chest, in the arms. The silk shirt is
buttoned all the way to the top, and a loose black vest hangs over it,
also buttoned. You feel sorry for the man in all of the layers, and
feel a desire to relieve his…discomfort. You restrain yourself
though, and your only movement now is your foot tapping in time to
the music.

The light refuses to move above his neck, though it expands
down to include his entire body, a sword of midnight and black lit by
the golden glow. His hands slowly rise from his sides to the top
button of the black vest, which is also traced in silver. He starts
to unbutton the vest, oddly caressing each button, sliding his hands
up and around, his fingertips circling before he tugs gently at the
buttonhole.

Your nipples are growing hard as you watch him, pressing
through the fragile fabric despite the heat of the room. You re-cross
your legs, feeling the chiffon damp against your thighs, folds of
fabric trapped between your legs. You continue to tap to the music,
the motion rubbing one leg against the other in a slow, steady rhythm.

He does all three buttons that way, slowly teasing. He shrugs
out of the vest in one smooth, practiced motion, leaving it to pool
behind him on the floor. He reaches to undo the top button of the
silk shirt, and freezes as you lift your hand. Evidently, he can see
you clearly, even if you can’t see his face. You crook a finger and
beckon him towards you. He comes.

He walks slowly off the stage, disappearing for a moment into
unlit darkness. The music begins to increase in tempo, a slight
change that perhaps only a musician would catch. Or someone
concentrating very, very hard. The room is still black.

Then the flicker of candlelight coming towards you. A tall,
white candle, welcome against the darkness. He walks around the
circular room, lighting similar white candles hung in wall sconces.
He then brings his to you, and places it on the table near your glass.
He stands silent, awaiting your pleasure.

You can finally see his face, barely lit by candlelight. Pale
blue eyes glow out of a pale face to match. Silken blond hair falls
forward, obscuring one eye. You reach up to brush the hair aside,
coming half way out of your chair. He catches your wrist, smiling,
and shakes a silent ‘no’. He releases your hand and you let it fall
as you sit back down. You slide down the silk shirt, damp in the
heat, pressing your small hand against his skin through the thin fabric.

You slide it further, to the bulge in the tight black pants,
cupping your hand around quickly hardening flesh. You run your
fingers up and down his inner thigh, moving up to caress his balls,
then between his legs to squeeze a firm buttock. He stands motionless
throughout and only because he is so close can you hear his quickened
breath above the music.

You then lean forward and gently breathe on that space just
inside his hip. Reaching out with your tongue, you trace a path to
his now hard cock, nibbling gently through the fabric. Your hand
between his legs pulls him closer and he sways forward, extending one
hand to the table for support. The other finds its way to your hair
and wraps itself in long, black waves, pulling your head closer as well.

You give him one more kiss and pull away, though. His hand in
your hair is still, exerting no force. You stand up, coming only to
his chest, and deliberately begin to undo buttons. One, two, three,
four…using that same terribly slow movement that he taught to you
from the stage. His chest is smooth, as you prefer, almost hairless.
You rub your cheek against it as you continue to undo buttons. Five,
six, seven…and eight. Finished, you reach up and slip the shirt of
f his shoulders. It slides off, until caught at the wrists. You
hadn’t undone the buttons at the cuffs, and he is trapped within the
shirt. You leave him that way.

You begin to drop tiny kisses on his skin, following a long,
slow path down one arm. You nip gently at the elbow as he tries to
remain still, and spend an endless time licking and sucking each
finger of his left hand. You enjoy this immensely, circling the tips
with your tongue, biting very gently with your teeth, humming in the
back of your throat in time to the swelling music.

You then let go of his hand and return to his white body. You
pause to mark him, sucking hard at the tender juncture of neck and
collarbone until a violent red mark appears. You pull back to admire
your work, then pull your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough
to leave clear red lines, beautiful against the white skin. You look
back up at him, and he is smiling.

You go back to dropping kisses down his body, curving over his
chest, sliding down his stomach, your tongue licking at the sweat
coating his skin. You nibble at his ribs, and his right hand, still
caught in your hair, pulls you sharply away. Your head is pulled back
so you are forced to look at him briefly. He shakes his head again.
You nod in agreement and he relaxes his grip.

Now your fingers undo the button on his pants and unzip them.
He wears nothing underneath, and his cock is caught against one side.
You reach in with your right hand and grasp it firmly, pulling it out
of its prison and into the open air.

The air in the room is cooler now. A cold breeze is blowing
from up in the rafters, and the sweat is cooling quickly on your body,
chilling your skin. You move closer to him and kneel down, your hair
falling around you. You are an elegant line of black, your body
silhouetted in candlelight.

You unlace his boots quickly, growing impatient. He lifts
each leg so you can pull off the boots and toss them under the table.
Black socks go too, and it only takes a moment for you to reach up and
pull down the black pants, unpeeling them from his muscled legs. He
steps out of those as well, and now stands clad only in the blue silk
hanging from his wrists, one hand still entangled in your hair.

He is beautiful in the candlelight, glowing lion-gold. You
rise to your feet again, and stand before him, still fully dressed
yourself. You shiver in the growing cold, and lean forward to press a
chaste kiss on warm lips…but the kiss doesn’t remain chaste for
long. He captures your mouth in his, and the kiss turns almost
violent. His tongue probes your mouth, exploring, as his hands clasp
your waist and pull you towards him.

He cannot embrace you fully with his arms constrained, but his
fingers hold you firmly, the thin chiffon no barrier as strong hands
slide down your hips to cup your thighs and pull you to him. His
warmth is welcome against the cold of the room. His eyes glow pale
blue in the candlelight.

You suddenly notice the music crescendoing, and you are
somehow sinking down to the lushly carpeted floor, underneath him. He
is kissing you fiercely now, and you moan, arching up to meet him as
his fingers dig into your buttocks. There is the faint sound of
fabric tearing and his arms are suddenly sliding up your curving back,
tangling once more in your hair, scratching down the dark brown skin
covering your spine.

Your own arms are wrapped around his at first, but as he pulls
down the straps of the black dress, you relax your arms and slip them
free, curving up so he can pull down the top of the dress. He quickly
unsnaps the front of your lace bra, freeing your breasts into the
chill of the room, their dark nipples firm and erect in the bracing
cold, and your own heat. He drops one last quick kiss on your lips,
and then begins to tease your nipples with his tongue, tracing inward
spirals on your breast until he has almost reached the nipple and then
suddenly changing to the other breast, leaving you gasping.

You only tolerate this for a few minutes before you reach up
and pull his head towards you, whimpering softly as you do so. You’ll
never know whether it was the whimper or your movement that caused him
to take pity on you, but soon his mouth is warm and wet against your
right nipple, sucking and pulling and nibbling gently while he rolls
the left in practiced fingers.

He then begins to nibble the skin of your stomach, your ribs,
pushing the dress down until it just covers your hips and he can taste
the salty skin near your hipbones. Your moans are almost covered by
the rising music. You are writhing beneath him now, begging under
your breath for him to please fuck you now, sliding your legs down his
sides so the chiffon rides high on your thighs. The fabric inches
upward until you can finally rub your cunt against his skin, bare flesh
against flesh.

At that he seems to break, and lifts his head from your body
long enough to look at you one more time. Then he slides his hands
down and at first he seems to be removing your dress but he’s actually
sliding it up and lifting you higher and he is suddenly plunging in
you, his long hard cock enveloped in your warm wetness. The music
swells to a grand crescendo now, and the room is echoing as he moves
back and forth inside you. Your legs wrap around him and you pull him
closer, using his body to pull yourself deeper and harder against him.

And you are splitting inside and out and you are both sweating
now despite the cold, your slick bodies sliding against each other and
your long black hair sprayed out behind you like a fan against the
dark green carpet. He bends down once more to a breast and bites and
your fingers are digging deep into his shoulders. Your legs are
clenched tight against his body trying to hold him still but he is too
far gone for that and pounds deeper and faster and you are suddenly
screaming above the music and you are both curving into a sudden
frozen arc and the spotlight suddenly comes down on you both, blinding
white. As you collapse into a pile of cream and chocolate skin, limbs
wrapped around each other, his head resting on your shoulder, a solo
flute arpeggios its way up into ending.

As the spotlight fades to black, restrained clapping is heard
from the gallery up in the rafters. The clapping swells as more of
the audience joins in, until the room is thundering with applause.
You relax, finally satisfied.

Ok everyone, if ya read my last submissive fantasy (I think it was
message #171 or so, the subject was Submissive fantasy) then you
realize I had 3 Mistress and My real Mistress was Mistress Sabrina.
Well at the end of last session I was told to come back next weekend
and like last weekend I planned to have all 3 Mistress’s at the same
time again, but not to be. This is how it really went.
I arrive at he door and knock and wait patiently. Upon the
opening of the door I see Mistress Sabrina with a leash in her hand and
a empty collar at the end of She says in a very stearn voice
“fill this collar now immediately or be punished”, I immediately
step inside and put on the collar, she then slaps my face for being too

slow and for not kneeling in her presence. I then, of course, kneel
and follow her on my knees to the kitchen where I’m ordered to take off
my clothes and neatly fold them on the chair. I do so and have a
ball/cock seperator put on and a vibrating cock ring that vibrates very
hard and fast all the time and it is very tight. She then puts a strap
accross my mouth and puts the ends over my shoulder, she then has me
get on all fours and sits on me and pulls on the straps. She then says
that she is going to ride me like a horse and when I’m slapped on the
right butt cheek to turn right and left to go left and when she says
“giddyap” to go faster and forward. She then pulls my cock back
between my legs and straps it to the left side of my leg with a leather
strap. She then rides me around the house and eventually takes me back
to the kitchen where she stops me in front of the frig. for some ice.
I know whats coming and it does she melts some on my dick that now
hurts because its getting hard and it cant straighten out and can’t
cum. She inserts 3 cubes in my ass and follows it with a alka-seltzer
and another cube and a butt plug. she then takes me to the basement
and ties my legs to the ground and has me bend over and ties the strap
to the ground about 1 inch from the floor so that my ass is high in the
air. She then proceeds to whip my ass with a belt and shouts at me
saying things like.
“Your a slutty slave and deserve nothing but my domination and
those Mistress’s that I approve of.”
“You deserve too worship only my beautiful body and will always
obey my every order.”
and many other degrading remarks that I agree with or I’m sure the
spanking will get much harder. After she unties me she then has me
empty my ass in the toilet. As I come out the bathroom door the grabs
me by the hair bends me over and fucks my ass with her strap on dildo.
She does this for a while until she is satisfied. She then pushes me
to the floor as she pulls out the dildo and slaps me hard on the ass
and tells me that I’m a slut. She then push me with her foot to get me
on my back and stradles over my sholders with her bare pussy staring
straigh down at me. She then tells me I’m a mess and I need a good
golden shower to clean off, then she gives me the golden shower that
she says I badly need, it feels warm and sexy and I enjoy every drop.
She then immediately after finishing my shower sits on my face and
tells me to lick it up and shove my tongue in and she better cum and
enjoy every moment or else, I get very hard doing this and so she
slaps each side of my face 3 times and yells at me that I had no
permission to get hard.
She then unties my balls and lets them free and tells me that I’ve
earned the right for some release in which see starts to stroke my cock
with her leather gloved hand. I cum quickly in a volcanic eruption.

She says that I got her glove dirty and to lick every drop off
of the nipple clamps come on and stay on the rest of the session. I
immediately lick it all off. She then bends me over and blindfolds me
and tells me to wait. I wait for a couple minutes when I feel
something sticking up my ass and I can tell its not the strap on dildo.
I soon find out that its the enema bag and I feel the water running up
into my ass. I”m then told to hold it and tied to an “x” where she
leaves and tells me to hold all the water while she gone or its the
clamp time. She stays away for 5 minutes while I try so hard to keep
the water in and I fortunetly do. She comes back and lets me down and
tells me to let it out in the bathroom. I come back and she takes me
up to a bedroom and set me down in front of a mirror and dresses me up
like a women in several different fashions.
First-I have on a black leather full length dress and a black wig with
black leather gloves.
Second outfit-I have on black thigh high leather boots, black fishnet
hose and a leather mini. and a leather top with black leather gloves.
third,black patent riding pants with black patent boots and a black
patent leotard top.
she then give me a long kiss and tells me that I’ve been good today and
the reason she was so much rougher than usual was to test me and I
passed with flying colors. And again I was told to be back next weekend
Signed,
Roger
Hoffmire

As you lie there, still helpless in your velvet ropes and
blindfold, every sense is attuned to trying to determine what I am
going to do next. You feel something crawl up from the bed onto
your armpit, and your mind searchs to try to identify what it is.
Oh God! You are deathly afraid of spiders! You feel it climb up
your armpit to your chest, and every nerve ending in your body comes
alert, and in spite of your horror, you realize that your nipples
and clit are fully erect, protruding proudly in spite of your fears.
You feel it crawl up your firm breast until it pauses at your
nipple, and you hesitate to breathe for fear it will bite your poor
defensiveless nipple. Your breath slowly returns as it continues

down toward your pussy, spread open with a combination of desire and
the spreader bar holding your thighs apart. You feel it start to
bypass your cunt and start up your leg, then suddenly turn and start
across your newly shaved mons, aimed directly at your clit. Your
buttocks clinch as you feel it start to climb across your wet inner
lips and onto your clit, and you feel each tiny movement on your
supersensitive surface. You are horrified to find that, in spite of
your disgust, your body is involuntarily reacting and an orgasm
starts to spread through your cunt, wracking your body with the
pleasure and causing your creamy juices to flow down the crack of
your ass.

As your body writhes with pleasure, I place the Peacock feather
on the floor beside the chair. I rise and place a rope on the
spreader bar, bringing your legs erect until your thighs are
perpendicular, your naked pussy completely open and defensless. You
feel something drop on your stomach. It’s cold as it snakes its way
toward your cunt, and you feel each part of its body as it coils and
uncoils on your flat stomach, dipping through your sopping cunt
juices as it makes its way to your anus. You feel something at your
ass. Except for a finger, your ass hole has never been penetrated,
but you feel something like a marble being forced past your
sphincter. As more and more balls traverse your wet pussy,
lubricating each ball with your juices, you feel each one pushed
into your ass, giving you a stuffed feeling in your ass. When you
think you can’t take anymore, I stop.

I mount the bed and kneel between your legs, my cock at the
entrance to your pussy. You feel the soft head of my prick being
pushed up and down your slit, gathering your essence as it moves
until, with gentle tenderness, I push myself into your cunt, your
vagina opening like a flower to a bee as I slide completely inside,
feeling the heat from your body bathing my cock in love.

You feel some straps being placed around your thighs and
something hard and cold is placed on your pussy, right above your
clit. With relief you realize that I have put your egg shaped
vibrator on your clit. As I turn it on, you feel the vibrations
reverberating throughout your body, and your entire being is
concentrated on the tiny fingers massaging and pleasing your clit.
You have never felt it this well before, since there is no hair now
to cushion its impact, and your body soars upward, seeking relief.
As I feel your vaginal opening opening and closing rythmically, I
guage your readiness, and at the right moment, I withdraw my cock
and shut off the vibrator, leaving you on the precipice of pleasure.

Five minutes later I repeat the entire sequence, bring you to
the near peak of pleasure, only to cease before you can complete.
You cuss me and call me names in your frustration, but to no avail.
Four more times I repeat the pleasure, and I strain myself not to
cum in your cunt when your muscular contractions clasp me in love.

Your entire body is concentrating on your clit and its need for
fulfillment. I place the remote control for the vibrator in your
hand, and slide into your cunt as your fingers scramble, trying to
find the switch. The sound of the vibrator resounds through the
room as you start your final climb, your body craving release as
never before. You can feel my cock moving inside you and you feel
the greatest tenderness and love as you know I will finally let you
cum. Just as you reach the peak, getting ready to blast into
spasms, I withdraw, leaving your cunt clutching at nothing as I pull
the vibrator up so that it no longer caresses your body, and you
moan with disappointment.

You can hear the vibrator, but you can’t feel it. Finally, in
resignation, you turn it off. I slide back into your cunt and reach
up to turn it on, having placed it directly over your bud of
passion. Now you soar again, nothing will stop you this time. You
feel your cunt clutching at my prick as I slide gently back and
forth, sometimes deeply, sometimes just at the entrance to your
vagina. You are there! You cry out in exultation as your orgasm
overtakes you, your body twisting and turning in pleasure as your
orgasm wracks your defenseless body, your juices overflowing your
cunt and dripping onto my balls.

As you start to come down from your climax, I start to pull the
balls from your ass. Oh God! You had forgotten the balls in your
concentration on your clit. As each ball pops out of your ass, the
sharp pain drives you over the edge again. After the fifth ball, I
pull the remainder out in one continuous string, your orgasm lasting
through the entire sequence, your pussy contracting and pulsating
with its pleasure.

As your body relaxes, I move off the bed and kneel at your head,
feeding my cock into your mouth so you can taste your own sweetness
which you gratefully lick from my prick, slurping and trying to suck
some of my essence into your mouth, but I withdraw again without
having cum.

I leave your legs in their upright position and the balls on the
bed below your ass as I walk into the other room to prepare for the
third sequence. Your mind tries to guess what I have in store for
you, but you couldn’t guess, in your wildest imagination.

But that’ll have to wait for the next sequence.

The person who had introduced Casey into the world of sexual
passion had been her Aunt Ruth. Ruth was a lesbian, a woman who
Casey had admired greatly.

Ruth had been unable to control her baser instincts around her
niece when she had come for a visit.

Aunt Ruth had shared her bedroom during her stay. Casey, still
the tomboy, had been eager to learn all about her sophisticated
Aunt’s life. Aunt Ruth had been all over the world. She was a
Captain in the Air force, and had travelled extensively.

If her language, and somewhat vulgar jokes and remarks offended
her parents at times, they only made the woman more fascinating to
Casey, who reckoned herself as a cool and tough girl. She had heard
that kind of thing before anyway, heard it every day at school. It
was weird hearing an adult talk like that, but it hadn’t bothered
Casey.

Aunt Ruth had liked to sleep in the nude. So did Casey in fact,
but she had worn a pair of Pyjamas for the first couple of days
that Ruth had shared her bedroom. She had been intensely interested
though, when Ruth had disrobed each night before bed.

The naked body of the woman had excited Casey for some reason.
Aunt Ruth was so beautiful, and, in the way of most young teenage
girls, she thought of herself as gawky and plain.

Ruth had taken several minutes after stripping to arrange her
clothes in the closets, and do other things before going to bed.
Casey had’nt known at the time that that was deliberate. After the
second day, she had decided that she too could sleep in the raw.

She had watched discretely as Ruth had stripped off and then
wandered around doing this and that. After Ruth had finally gotten
into bed, Casey had yawned and put her book down. She got up from
her desk and with careful nonchalance, had proceeded to take her
own clothes off.

The first two days she had changed in the bathroom. Tonight she
simply took her clothes off right by her bed, while Ruth pretended
to ignore her and examine a magazine.

Her entire body had tingled as she had gotten down to her
underwear. She had to force herself to unsnap her bra and pull it
off. She had chickened out at the last minute, and turned her back
to Ruth as she did it though.

She then slipped her bikini panties down her legs. When she had
bent over to slip them off, she had almost fallen down while
trying to keep her legs as tightly closed as possible.

She had placed them on her desk, her hands shaking slightly. She
fiddled with nothings at her desk, keeping her back turned to Ruth,
wondering if her Aunt was staring at her small, shapely buttocks,
then finally managed to get up the courage to turn around and move
to her bed.

Turning around exposed her front to Ruth, which sent her pulse
racing even higher. She had’nt been able to tell if the woman was
watching her, so intent was she on avoiding her Aunt’s eyes. She
had had to stop herself from racing to her bed and jumping in.
Instead she had casually walked to bed, pulled up the covers and
got in.

She had’nt of course known how flushed her skin was, nor how
much of a giveaway her stiffly erect nipples were to the older
woman.

Ruth had indeed taken very careful note of her niece’s nudity.
She watched from the side of her eyes as Casey had fiddled at her
desk. Her eyes opening wider and her head turning, when the girl
had leaned forward once, exposing her slight pink slit to view.

It had been almost like a game for Casey. To strip and show off
her body before bed. For several nights running, she too had found
a number of things to occupy her attention between undressing and
bed. She had gotten less inhibited and more bold each night.

One night she had stood before the full length mirror, her hands
behind her head, posing. She had brought her hands up behind her
head and leaned back slightly, causing her breasts to jut out.

Though it was hard for her to admit to herself, she felt she
looked just as good as the girl in the mens magazine she had seen
in this very same pose the other night. She had lifted the magazine
from the bottom of one of her Dad’s drawers, intrigued by the
pictures between the covers.

She batted her eyes at the mirror and pouted her lips in what
she thought was a vampish way. She heard the floorboards creek at
the same time as the voice spoke up. “MMmmmmmmmhhhh Sexyyyyyyy !”

She had jumped in surprise at the sound of Ruth’s voice, trying
to cover her nudity with all too thin arms and hands. Even as the
embarrassment at being found in this manner rose to flush her skin
red, her belly felt another kind of heat at Ruth’s sudden entry.

She tried to reach for a blanket, as Ruth sauntered towards her.
“Oh stop that ! I’ve seen you before remember !” Ruth snorted,
coming over beside her. “Stand up for your body girl ! Don’t cower
and hide as if it was something shameful you didn’t want anyone to
see !”

Self consciously, Casey had straightened up, pulling her arm
away from her chest and her hand off her pubic mound. Ruth was
standing beside her and she reached over and grabbed Casey’s
shoulder, pulling her up straighter.

“Well, kid ? What do you think of the ol’ bod ?” Think it’l
bring the boys running ?” Casey stammered a little, her face still
red. “I was just comparing myself to a pose I saw in one of my
Dad’s magazines.” She braced herself, straightening her shoulders
and throwing out her chest. She turned and faced Ruth.

“What do you think Aunt Ruth ?” Do you think i’m pretty?” Ruth
had looked at her with a strange expression. “Are you kidding ?
god, I should look half as good as you.”

Casey stared at her in disbelief. “Come on Aunt Ruth ! You’re
way prettier than me !”

“Ha !”

“You are !”

“Oh I’m Okay .”

“I wish I had a body like yours.”

“Look Casey. You have a terrific body and a gorgeous face. What
more could you want ?”

“You don’t think I’m too skinny ?” she asked, turning toward the
mirror again. Ruth rolled her eyes and then pulled the t-shirt
nightie she was wearing up and off.

She was sleek and naked underneath. Casey made as if to step
back, but Ruth put her arm around her and drew her close beside her
before the mirror. Almost against her will, Casey’s eyes went to
the mirror and looked admiringly at the older woman’s body.

She noted again, the high firmness of her aunt’s breasts, and
the delicate, graceful tapering of her legs. Her breasts were
larger than Casey’s and her hips were a touch wider, but who was
perfect ?”

Ruth had pulled her in front of herself and brought her arms
around her waist. What is wrong with this?” she demanded. Suddenly
her hands slid up and cupped Casey’s young breasts in her hands.
Whats wrong with these ?” Casey was startled by the intimate
contact. Her Aunt’s fingers held firmly to the incredibly tender
skin on her breasts.

For the first time, she became aware of Ruth’s own breasts,
pressing firmly into her back. She felt the slight ticklishness of
Ruth’s pubic hair touching her buttocks. Involuntarily, her breasts
began to swell and her nipples to harden. Ruth noticed right away.

“Aha ! Now you see the way to make them even better looking !”
she laughed. Casey drew in her breath suddenly as Ruth gently, but
firmly squeezed both her breasts several times. Her face turned
crimson again, and she tried to pull away from the close embrace.

Her movements though, were suddenly shaky and weak. She felt
like her pubic hair was stiffening and crackling with electricity,
bringing an itch to her pussy. Then she felt Ruth’s lips on the
side of her neck where it joined her shoulders. Ruth bit softly at
the flesh, sucking it into her mouth, and Casey could not supress
a moan of intense excitement and pleasure.

Ruth’s body was aroused also, and Casey could feel the stiff
nipples, like two sharp points, pressing into her skin. Ruth
kneaded and squeezed her breasts, tweaking and pinching the now
hard little nipples. Abruptly she was swung around to face her
Aunt.

She looked deep into those stunning green eyes, noting with
alarm, the intensety of desire in them for her. Then Ruth leaned
forward, kissing Casey’s lips gently, then more forcefully. Casey
felt her Aunt’s tongue slip past her lips and join her own tongue,
slipping and sliding over it as their lips mashed together.

Casey had been stunned by the sudden acts. Her mind was dizzy
from the sensations Ruth was bringing out from her breasts, and the
deep hot feeling that was burning in her belly. She didn’t know
what to do. She knew virtually nothing about sex. She had heard of
girls doing it together, but couldn’t imagine how.

She had done nothing to resist as her Aunt caressed the skin of
her back with her soft fingers, then slid them further down, and
cupped her buttocks firmly. She felt the sensitive skin come alive
under her Aunt’s gentle fondling, then gasped as Ruth’s hand rubbed
deep into the cleavage between her ass cheeks and down between her
legs to cup her pubic mound.

She tried to protest weakly, but Ruth’s mouth was over her own.
The hand shot a burst of hot fire up into her belly, and Casey
unconsciously pushed back against it, seeking more. Ruth slid her
hand up and down her ass crack, travelling deep between her legs on
the downward journey, and rubbing over her tender hot slit.

Casey could feel Ruth’s tits crushing her own, the nipples of
the older woman rubbing against her own erect buds. The fire in her
belly roared higher and higher, sending waves of pleasure roaring
through her brain, and making her vision blur with multi colored
lights.

She leaned back against the edge of a bureau, and Ruth suddenly
dropped to her knees in front of her. She forced Casey’s shaky legs
apart and pushed her face up against the soft furry mound of her
pubis.

Casey moaned, as Ruth brought her tongue up onto the skin of her
groin, licking up alongside her cunt slit. Ruth ran her tongue all
around the slit over and over, and then suddenly, she shot it right
into the middle of the slick oily cunt slit.

“UUUUUHHHNNNNGGGGHHHHH !!”

Casey grabbed Ruth’s head in both hands for support as her body
arched backwards. Her pelvis thrust forward, humping against her
Aunt’s face as thumping, throbbing waves of orgasm shot through her
body. She shuddered under the impact and would have fallen if not
for Ruth’s hands firm hold on her thighs. Ruth brought her tongue
against her clit and licked against it, drawing a shaken sigh from
Casey.

Over and over, Casey gasped with pleasure as her Aunt’s tongue
slid across the delicate fold of flesh. Casey shivered and swayed
helplessly as a powerful buildup of sexual tension began to churn
through her body.

When Ruth had grabbed her clit between her lips and sucked
tightly, furiously, Casey had jerked and shivered through an even
higher orgasm. She had thrown back her head and grunted mindlessly
as she came over and over again.

Then she remembered sliding down to the rug, her legs collapsing
and folding under her. She found she was on top of Ruth, her weak
body splayed over the woman. Ruth held her head between her hands
and raised it up, staring into her astonished eyes.

She had brought Casey’s face down to her own and they had kissed
deeply. Casey had emulated her by running her own tongue into
Ruth’s mouth. When Ruth had pushed Casey downward, she had kissed
and licked at her Aunt’s neck, shoulders, and then dropped her
mouth to suckle and chew on the woman’s breasts and nipples.

She bit and sucked and licked desperately at the hardened pebbly
nipples, wanting to return the pleasure to her Aunt that she had
received. Ruth grabbed her hand and brought it down to the soft
fold of brown hair between her legs.

Casey slid her hand over the pubic hair and over the delicate
erect clitty. She rubbed up and down on her Aunt’s cunt, drawing
sighs and gasps from Ruth. She could feel the slick slit outlined
beneath the damp hair and ran a finger along the crack.

She pushed against the opening and her finger slid softly into
Ruth’s body. She could feel the soft tight walls of Ruth’s vagina
gripping her finger as she pushed it deeper. When her knuckles were
flat against the lips, she wiggled her finger around in the tight
tunnel, marvelling at the strange feeling it aroused in her.

She slid the finger out and then pushed two, then three into the
crack. She began pumping the fingers in and out of Ruth’s slit,
making sure to rub against the clit at each stroke. Ruth was
shoving her groin up to meet each downstroke and making soft
whimpering noises underneath her.

Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her lids were almost
shut. “OH GOD ! OOHH YESSS! OOO OOH OOOOOOOGHHH UUUUUUNNH! C…
Caseyeee !!!” Ruth was shaking in orgasm, her body humping against
Casey’s fingers.

She grabbed Casey and pulled her to the rug, rolling on top. The
two kissed deeply, running their hands over each other’s bodies,
both awash in the sensations of lovemaking. Ruth slid down her
body, her hands fixed firmly on her sweating pulsating breasts, and
then pushed her face into her groin.

She sucked and bit on the clit as her hands pawed Casey’s tits.
In seconds she had brought Casey to another immense orgasm that
send her into writhing spasms of uncontrollable contortions. She
turned Casey over onto her belly, then pulled her up to her knees.

Casey had been almost completely unaware of what was going on,
and too weak to resist. Her face was flat on the floor, all but
covered in stringy sweaty hair. Ruth had pulled her up into her lap
and slid her hand down over her upturned ass cheeks and into her
tight wet crotch.

Casey had felt her palm squeezing her hot slit for a second, and
then Aunt Ruth’s middle finger had slid up into her drooling pussy
hole. Casey moaned as the finger sliced apart the walls of her
virgin cunt slit and pushed deep into her body.

Ruth began fucking her, adding two more fingers and sliding them
in and out of the oily hole. Casey had cried for her to stop, dazed
by the bolts of heat and fire that shot into her brain each time
Ruth rammed her fingers into her groin, and hurting form the strain
of the digits embedded in her tight cunt.

The fingers had alternated their speed, first sliding the
fingers slowly in and out of the entrance, not going deep, the
pumping the digits in and out rapidly, and deeply, jerking Casey’s
body back and forth as she reacted to the stimuli.

Casey came again, the climax sending the blood pounding into her
head, driving all coherent thought from her as she rode the
sensations. Her ass rammed back against her Aunt’s plunging fingers
trying to force more and more of them into her cunthole. Ruth had
suddenly dropped her and ran over to the corner, leaving her
humping and whimpering on the rug.

Her groin twitched and tingled as her climax began to subside.
Ruth jumped down onto the floor next to her again. Casey had looked
up dazedly to see her Aunt strapping on some kind of a strange
panty set, wondering at the long thick thing that stood straight
out from the middle of her crotch.

She rolled Casey over onto her back, and pulled her legs up into
the air, pushing them back and folding them against Casey’s chest.
Casey did not resist as she felt herself bent forcefully, her back
arched as her ankles were forced backwards to her head by Ruth’s
insistent pressure. Ruth positioned herself in front of Casey’s
upthrust ass cheeks and positioned the fat thing at the entrance
of Casey’s slit.

She began to put pressure on the tightly closed slit. The
rounded head of the instrument forced the slick pubic lips back
further and further. Casey remembered how she groaned as the pain
mounted and she tried weakly to jerk away from it, not really even
knowing what was happening. Ruth had kept up a continuous pressure,
forcing the thing down into Casey’s body.

Casey had watched almost fascinated as inch after inch
disappeared into the tight, sucking depths of her oily pink cunt.
Casey shuddered against her Aunt, jerking and twitching as inch
after inch slid into her guts. She felt a sudden sharp pain from
within herself, and her arms and hands flailed around uselessly,
slapping at the carpet.

At last, she felt the touch of Ruth’s pubic hairs on her own
crotch and knew she had forced the whole thing down into her body.
Slowly Ruth began to pull her hips back, pulling the cock thin up
out of the depths of Casey’s crotch hole. She could see her cunt
lips pulled outward and clutching tightly at the thing as it slid
out.

When only the head was still inside, Ruth pushed her legs out
and let her whole weight drop down onto Casey. Casey gasped and
cried out in pain as the monster thing rammed down into her belly.

Ruth began to pump her hips in and out. slowly at first, then
picking up speed. She used long deep strokes. fucking Casey
brutally. Casey’s ankles were up on her shoulders and she could
feel them slapping up and down as they bounced with the impact of
Ruth’s harsh fucking.

Casey threw her head back, making gargling moans and grunts. She
had never experienced feelings and sensations like this before. Her
guts felt like they were torn apart inside her and her cunt felt
split open. She had this tremendous feeling of FULLNESS each time
Ruth sank that thing down into her.

She could feel her cunt walls surrounding and gripping the
fucking tube, and her mind was drowned in successive bursts of
fiery crackling sex heat. Her whole groin felt swollen and pulpy
from the fucking. She came again, and again, and again.

Ruth pulled the thing out, and Casey rolled shuddering onto her
belly, her hands trying to go down to her groin. She felt her belly
pulled up by her Aunt, and her knees pushed under, supporting her
ass in the air. Ruth was behind her, and then she felt the thing
thrusting back inside her cunt.

Casey groaned and shuddered once more. Her face rubbed back and
forth on the rug as her Aunt fucked her cunt from behind. Ruth
grabbed her hips and began pulling her ass back against the thing
as she thrust forward.

She rode a dazed helpless Casey to another climax. She leaned
forward and clutched Casey’s breasts where they were rubbing on the
carpet. She squeezed them unmercifully as she came with a
tremendous bang, ramming the thing far up into Casey’s cunthole and
sending her into another gasping shuddering climx.

Casey lay soaking in the shower, thinking of that beautiful
experience with her Aunt. She had been trying to forget it for the
last year, trying to pretend she hadn’t had such a powerful, and
perverted sexual experience with a woman. But now, she was forced
to admit her own sickness.

Even being raped, her body had responded to the other girls so
easily, so completely, that she wondered if she wasn’t doomed to a
life of lesbianism. She discounted her thoughts about boys in light
of her bodies obvious inclinations in the other direction.

What would happen, she wondered, when the Corps found out about
her? She went back to her bunk in a state of misery and fear.